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atc74 · 4 years

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Soul to Souls - Six

Warnings: Mentions of a hunt, missing your “soulmate”, drinking mentions of sex, implied smut, a good ol’ girls night

Summary: Since she was four years old, Annaleigh has seen the same boy in her dreams. For twenty-five years, she grows to love the boy that has now turned into a man. Dean Winchester just lost the only family he has ever known. The guilt drives him to work harder than ever before. He works to forget the pain, until he meets Annaleigh and she turns his world upside down. What she learns changes both of their lives forever, but what will he do when he discovers the truth? Will he accept it or run back to the only life he has ever known?

Pairing: Dean x OC Annaleigh

Word Count: 2043

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, @katehuntington, thank you both for being my guides! Dividers and new cover art by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89.

A/N: This was my very first series I ever wrote four years ago in September 2016 and I am so happy and proud to bring this back home.

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Dean heeded Annaleigh’s advice, taking a couple weeks to rest and recharge. Bobby understood when Dean called to tell him he was taking a much needed break. There wasn’t much to do in her small town, but he spent as much time with Annaleigh as possible, when she wasn’t working. They took small day trips and enjoyed the peace and quiet provided by the mountains.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and that end came one morning in the form of a phone call from another hunter that needed backup. Dean reluctantly packed a bag and kissed his girl goodbye.

“I will be back as soon as I can, I promise you that, Red,” Dean vowed into her hair as he held her tightly to him.

“You better, God Himself has plans for us,” Annaleigh whispered back, not wanting to let go, now that she finally had him. She knew she could never ask him to leave the life behind, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to worry about him when he did take on a hunt.

Silent tears fell as she watched him drive away, but Annaleigh refused to go back inside until Baby’s tail lights disappeared from view. It was only then that she went back into the house and counted the days until he returned to her.

The days passed slowly without Dean beside her. Annaleigh continued with her appointments, as her clients still needed her, but she found herself increasingly restless the longer he was gone. With nothing better to do, she picked up a couple more shifts at the bar, just to keep herself busy.

The bar was pretty empty for a Thursday night. Annaleigh was just clearing a table, and thinking about calling it a night, when she heard the bell above the door. She turned to see who it was, surprised when it was Cora and Trista Dozier, two of her favorite people and the owners of Two Sisters. She greeted them at the door with huge hugs. “Girls! What brings you in tonight?” She smiled and turned to grab a couple of menus and take them to a table.

Trista wrapped her arm through Anna’s as she spoke. “Well, we haven’t seen your Adonis in flannel around lately so we thought we would keep you company, maybe get the scoop.”

“Oh no, missy!” It was Cora that spoke up this time when Annaleigh tried to seat them at a high top table for two. “Not here, we are going to need a much bigger table tonight!”

Anna looked at her, a confused look on her face. “But it’s just the two-?” She never got the words out as the bell on the front door rang again. Alyssa walked in, followed closely by Mandi, and made a beeline for the three ladies.

Cora ignored her question. “Girls’ Night, party of five, please! We are treating you to a good time, since Mr. Man is out of town on business.”

Annaleigh opened her mouth to protest, but Cora reached out and placed her hand under Anna’s chin and pushed it closed, effectively stopping any argument she might have attempted. “Okay, then. Let’s get started,” Cora chirped. Anna shook her head, knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument. Walking into the back room, she took off her apron, stored it in her locker and clocked out. Before heading to the table, she ordered a round of beers to get them all started.

“Anna! Get your ass over here! You are not on the clock anymore and it is time for you to have fun and let your hair down! We can get our own damn drinks, girl,” Alyssa yelled across the bar.

“Just this one round, I swear. Then, I will put myself at your mercy for the rest of the night, my Queens,” Annaleigh replied to her, pulling off a graceful curtsy before she carried the bottles back to the large table they picked in the corner, right next to the old jukebox. She swore that thing was older than all of them, but it was a classic, and so was the music.

The beers and shots flowed as the time passed. Annaleigh felt like a pretty lucky girl from where she sat. She had amazing friends that took a whole night for her just to make sure she was having fun and not alone. She had an amazing and sexy boyfriend that she could not wait to get her hands on again.

Mandi piped up from across the table, a wicked grin on her face. “So, tell me, Annaleigh...how is Dean in bed? He is so gorgeous! And those lips...oh man! I bet they can do things! Can’t they?”

Anna almost fell out of her chair at the turn of conversation. “Mandi! I am not telling you guys about our sex life!” She protested loudly. There weren’t that many people in the bar to overhear, but she still didn’t want to spill their secrets.

“Come on, Anna!” Trista was the next one to start in on her. “We live vicariously through you. Tell us something! Just one, or maybe two, teensey, weensey, little details. Please?” She begged, actually batting her damn eyelashes trying to get Annaleigh to cave.

Cora, who was generally the quiet and shy one, surprisingly chimed in as well, “Yeah, Anna! Just a couple of teensey, weensey nuggets of sexiness. With a body like that, he has to know how to use it! And I am willing to bet you bitches fifty bucks that it ain’t so teensey, weensey. Am I right? Or am I right?!”

Alyssa looked at Anna and blurted out, “Don’t leave anything out! I want all the dirt! ”

Anna threw her head back and let the laughter roll out of her. It felt good to be with all of her girls again. “You are all horrible! And relentless! Anything I tell you guys does not leave this table, understand?”

She eyed them all, to make sure they were all listening intently, before she spoke softly, leaning into the circle. “You all know that I don’t have a ton of experience, but Dean is the most incredible, thoughtful, and generous lover I have ever had, or could ever have imagined. He is so patient and really takes his time to make sure that I am satisfied. He never, and I mean NEVER, comes first. He says it is his job to make sure I am fully satisfied before he is.” Now their eyes are locked on her, hanging on her every word, mouths open, salivating. Dean is gonna love this when I tell him. He will appreciate the ego boost, she thought to herself, a grin playing at her lips.

Annaleigh swept her eyes around the table before she continued, “And those lips? Mmmm, God. That body is just made for sinning. And I love every inch of it; it’s soft but hard in all the right places. His eyes change color depending on his mood; like when we are in the heat of the moment they get darker, almost like a forest green. So, I know when they turn, I am in for it and done for - I won’t be able to walk straight the next day!” She threw her hand over her mouth, stopping herself before saying too much and getting all worked up, knowing she was still going home to an empty bed.

Alyssa reached out to grab her hand for more, but Annaleigh had already gotten up and wandered over to that ancient jukebox, looking for anything else but talk of her sex life to keep them occupied. The music selection varied across different genres, but most of it was classic rock. Dean would be so happy. She dropped a handful of quarters in the machine and started pushing buttons, picking a few of Dean’s favorites, a few of her own, and a few the girls could sing along to, now that the bar was nearly empty.

Anna got back to the table just as the bartender brought them another round, whiskey this time. Thanking him, Anna picked up her glass and looked at her girls. “To good times, great friends, strong drinks, and amazing lovers.”

“Amen, sister!” They all yelled and laughed as they downed the contents, slamming the glasses back down on the table, Alyssa howling like a wolf at the moon.

The sounds of Zeppelin floated through the bar as they talked about anything and everything. Trista and Cora filled them in on some new things they were trying out next week at the bakery, telling Annaleigh she needed to bring Dean in for their new pie flavor, since he was now their official taste tester. Mandi was excited about a new comic book series they got in this week. And Alyssa told them all about the new yoga classes she was teaching at the Community Center. Anna sipped on her beer as she listened to her friends talk and laugh, and she realized how much she had missed them and how badly she had needed this.

Mandi ordered a round of shots, something sweet and fruity this time, and Anna had to wash it down with a swig of her beer. Just then, the jukebox started a familiar tune Anna had not heard in forever. She jumped up out of her chair and sang into her bottle, pretending it was a microphone as she danced around the now empty bar, save the bartender.

The liquor was doing its job, and Annaleigh was well into the second verse when she heard the bell over the door, and she turned, her heart skipping a beat, but there was no one there. Just the wind, she thought to herself, slightly disappointed. Annaleigh resumed singing, channelling her inner diva the best she could.

When the song ended, Anna looked at the clock over the bar, realizing it was after one in the morning, and she was suddenly exhausted. Returning to the table, she hugged each of her girls, thanking them for the best girls’ night ever. Cora grabbed Anna’s face in her hands, saying, “I miss your face! Don’t keep it away so long next time.”

Annaleigh gave one final wave to the table and blew kisses to each of them before turning to get her things, but she stopped dead in her tracks.

There he was, leaning against the bar, with a drink in his hand, in that red shirt that reeked of sex and sin. The man that very well could be the love of her life. Somewhere she heard someone scream, but she quickly realized it was her and before she knew it, she was running into Dean’s arms. She jumped and wrapped her whole body around his. Anna kissed him with everything she had before he let her down.

“I missed you so much! When did you get back? How long have you been here?” Anna threw the questions at him as fast as they popped into her head.

Dean wrapped his arm around her as they walked to the back room. “I missed you, too, Red. I just got back a little while ago. And, I’ve been here long enough to see you put on a show.” He threw his head back and laughed at the memory of her singing. Her heart was happy, hearing him laugh in the flesh.

“Why didn’t you say something?!” she asked, playfully elbowing him in the ribs.

“You looked like you were having so much fun out with your girls, I didn’t want to intrude,” he admitted. “But, I think it’s high time we get out of here. Watching you like that does things to me, Honey.”

Annaleigh grabbed her stuff and bolted for the door, blowing one more kiss to the girls and giving a thumbs up. She turned back to Dean and gave him her best pout before belting out the chorus of the song she had been singing again.

He ran after her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before striding out the door. Even in the parking lot, they could hear her friends cackling and Alyssa howling at the moon again.

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lovingthereign25 · 4 years

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The Chase

Pt 5

You were in the kitchen, helping your oldest daughter Aaliyah do her homework and making dinner. Your younger daughter was patiently waiting for her father to arrive home. His plane landed 30 minutes ago so he would arrive anytime now. She was such a “Daddy's girl”. All three of Roman’s daughters were actually but Briana was the biggest hands down. You were at the stove stirring supper when you feel a familiar pair of arms around your waist.

“Hi beautiful, I've missed you so much!” Roman says kissing her neck

“Hi there Big Daddy” you say turning to meet his lips.

“Mmm...Big Daddy? Someone must have really missed me huh?” He asks, sliding his hands up your shirt.

“More than you know baby” you say pushing his hands down.

“Come on let me show you how much we missed you?” He says looking down at his semi hard member.

“As tempting as that sounds baby, the girls will be down any second for dinner” you say patting his chest.

You begin to make the plates for your family when you hear your daughters yell with excitement seeing their father home. He holds his arms out wide squating down to embrace them both in a bear hug. He was the most amazing “Daddy” in the world.

July 2014

You were sitting at Monday Night Raw watching your boyfriend cut a promo. You were very pregnant like due date in three days. But Raw was in Florida and you missed everyone so much you begging Roman you let you come.

The crowd was chanting for Roman and loving what he had to say, you couldn't be more proud of him. All of a sudden you feel water running down your legs. Your water had broken.

“Trin, i think i'm having the baby.” you say

“Girl, don't you play with me like that.” She says

“Shit, no Trin she is serious, her water broke” Nikki gasps

“Holy shit, good lord..Someone go get Roman” Trin yells

Roman had just gotten through the curtain when Renee Dean's girlfriend stops him

“Roman! It's Y/n. Her water broke.” She says pulling him to the back

“What? Is she okay? Dammit I told her not to come” he says.

* 2 Hours later*

You rested your head on the pillow watching Roman swaying your newborn daughter back and forth. Aaliyah Nevaeh Reigns , she was perfect! She had both features of you and Roman. She was literally the perfect mix of you both. Roman was already head of heels in love with Aaliyah, showing her off to friends and family as they came to visit. The best was seeing Roman with Jojo and Aaliyah..seeing him with both his daughters smiling at both of them he definitely melted your heart.

“ How are you feeling, baby?” He asks handing the baby to your mom.

“Good. You are such a great dad Roman” you say

“Thank you baby, you're gonna be an incredible mother” he smiles

“She's perfect isn't she?” You ask smile at her

“She is. Just like her mommy. Y/n, i knew the day i saw you that one day you were gonna be mine. I felt something that night I've never felt with anybody else ever. I love you and my girls more than life itself and if you'll say yes, I swear I'll be the greatest husband and father this world has ever seen… Will you marry me?” He asked, bending down on one knee, showing you a beautiful diamond ring.

“Of course. Yes baby yes i'll marry you” you say tears falling.

June 2015

Tonight was Money in the Bank, Roman was in the ladder match for the briefcase. The match was so good Roman was doing amazing like he always did. You sat in the back with your now almost one year old daughter. You loved bringing Aaliyah to these events so much. Roman was on top of the ladder about to grab the briefcase when the lights went out. Bray Wyatt had attacked Roman and completely screwed him out of the opportunity. Roman was pissed, Trin had taken Aaliyah so you could meet Roman in the trainers room.

“Hey, I'm sorry honey. you okay?” You ask kissing his head as he waited to be seen.

“This is bullshit Y/n, they changed the results right before we went out there”he says frustrated.

“Oh babe I'm sorry, i know how bad you wanted this” you say

“I'm so mad i could fucking quit right now and not even give a damn” he says

“Roman, yeah you would, you love this job, and the company and making the fans happy, you're just pissed off and baby that's okay” you say

“It's not, I've worked too hard to be fucked over like this” he says

Just then Jimmy walked in carrying his goddaughter bringing her to see her Daddy, her face lighting up as soon as she seen him as did Roman’s

“Hey baby girl. How's Daddy's girl ?” He asks taking her from his cousin.

“God I love you two so much” he says kissing Aaliayh’s head and then your hand.

“We love you too babes, come let's get out here” you smile

Once in the hotel room Roman puts the baby to sleep then goes to “ wash the match off” as he called it. You hear the water running waiting until he was fully in and relaxed before slipping into the bathroom. You slide the glass door open joining your husband. You run over hands around him and up his chest as you kissed his back.

“What’re you doing in here?” He asks, turning to face you.

“Helping my husband relax” you smile

“What about the baby?, what if Aaliyah wakes up” he says.

“She’ll be fine, i brag the baby monitor in” you say kissing his neck.

“Y/n she could still wake up” he insists

“Roman, shut up and let's have nasty shower sex” you say biting his shoulder lightly.

“That's what you what huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, your pissed about the match and still stressed from Wrestlemania, so take it out on me” you say

Roman picks you holding your ass as he backed you against the shower wall. He kissed you roughly. He enters you giving you a second to adjust before thrusting as hard as he could into you repeatedly your ass slamming off the shower wall so hard it was getting a little sore.

“Roman, fuck that's it!, you feel so good baby” you moan

“Shhh….just take it, let me beat it up” he groans

“Mmmm..” You slip

“Fuck Y/n it's so fucking tight! I can't lasts much longer “ he grunts

“Cum then, cum inside Roman i love when you do” you says

Roman and you release yourselves together him bringing his lips to yours.

“ i love you Y/n, god i fucking love you” he says.

Six weeks later you were pregnant.....again

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Ah well were all at home better ask all 200 questions g, don't really know much about u

200 QUESTIONS???? ALRIGHT HERE YA GO.

hope you enjoy me spending an hour answering all of these :)

200: My crush’s name is: N/A 199: I was born in: 2000 198: I am really: nice 197: My cellphone company is: idk 196: My eye color is: Hazel, can turn dark brown or light green sometimes 195: My shoe size is: 8 194: My ring size is: 7 I think 193: My height is: 5′3 192: I am allergic to: penicillin 191: My 1st car was: Toyota 190: My 1st job was: Baskin Robbins 189: Last book you read: Suicide Notes (highly recommend) 188: My bed is: galaxy bedding and is currently on the floor in my bed fram cause my friends broke it... 187: My pet: Black cockapoo and a white cockapoo named Abby and Molly 186: My best friend: is a hoe 185: My favorite shampoo is: herbal essence color me happy 184: Xbox or ps3: I perfer Wii, Wii U or Nintendo switch 183: Piggy banks are: cute, Mine is a ducktales cup 182: In my pockets: nothing rn 181: On my calendar: nothing rn 180: Marriage is: a good thing but not a necessity for a happy life 179: Spongebob can: get it 178: My mom: is a queen 177: The last three songs I bought were? i only buy cds for my car so: Lover, Hozier, Blink 182 176: Last YouTube video watched: The Office deleted scenes 175: How many cousins do you have? 8 but I only see four of them and two of them are adults with kids so i consider them more of aunt and uncle figures 174: Do you have any siblings? One older sister 173: Are your parents divorced? Nope 172: Are you taller than your mom? Nope 171: Do you play an instrument? Nope 170: What did you do yesterday? Sat on ass and watched youtube

[ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: ye why not 168: Luck: yes 167: Fate: yes 166: Yourself: kinda 165: Aliens: yes 164: Heaven: mmmm yes i guess 163: Hell: yes 162: God: uhhhhh yes and no, kinda indifferent 161: Horoscopes: yep 160: Soul mates: yesss 159: Ghosts: ye 158: Gay Marriage: WHO THE FUCK DOESNT BELIEVE IN THISS?? ITS REAL 157: War: think it does more harm than good 156: Orbs: ye 155: Magic: ye i wanna be a wizard

[ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs 153: Drunk or High: drunk, i dont do drugs and i dont drink yet but ill prob get drunk 152: Phone or Online: oo i use both but Online i guess 151: Red heads or Black haired: Black hair 150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes 149: Hot or cold: HOT 148: Summer or winter: Summer 147: Autumn or Spring: Both 146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla 145: Night or Day: Day 144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges 143: Curly or Straight hair: I have straight hair but curly hair is also beautiful 142: McDonalds or Burger King: BURGER KING..I HATE MCDONALDS 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: MILK 140: Mac or PC: Pc 139: Flip flops or high heals:...High heels prob 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: SWEET AND POOR, IM ALREADY UGLY 137: Coke or Pepsi: NEITHER 136: Hillary or Obama: obama 135: Burried or cremated: cremated 134: Singing or Dancing: love both but maybe dancing rn 133: Coach or Chanel: Coach 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: idk who they are 131: Small town or Big city: Big city, i grew up in a small town 130: Wal-Mart or Target: TARGET 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam 128: Manicure or Pedicure: Mani 127: East Coast or West Coast: West Coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate 124: Disney or Six Flags: DISNEY 123: Yankees or Red Sox: eww sports

[ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War:....does more harm than good 121: George Bush:....dont know enough to say but im pretty sure he was an awful human 120: Gay Marriage: It should just be called marriage, just because you’re gay doesnt make it any less or any more, its equal to other marriages 119: The presidential election: 118: Abortion: Pro Choice, no one has the right to tell someone what to do with their body 117: MySpace: i never used it cause i was too young but i bet it was lit 116: Reality TV: its funny af 115: Parents: are nice if they care about their child but if they are abusive or horrible then they dont deserve respect 114: Back stabbers: should be stabbed 113: Ebay: its nice 112: Facebook: full of idiots and boomers 111: Work: a scam 110: My Neighbors: they fine 109: Gas Prices: A SCAM 108: Designer Clothes: a nice but really $200 for socks, no mama 107: College: SHOULD BE FREE 106: Sports: fun but no one needs to make that much money for throwing a ball 105: My family: i like them 104: The future: is wild and idk at this point

[ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: my mom like a few days ago 102: Last time you ate: at 11 today! 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: 100: Cried in front of someone: my mom after i yelled at her 99: Went to a movie theater: i saw Onward when we were allowed outside 98: Took a vacation: went to disneyland last October 97: Swam in a pool: like almost two years sadly 96: Changed a diaper: when i was like 8 95: Got my nails done: never got them done because my mom wouldnt take me cause i was a ‘tom boy’ 94: Went to a wedding: never 93: Broke a bone: when i was three, my big toe 92: Got a piercing: my nose in January 91: Broke the law: i guess i sped the other day 90: Texted: literally as im doing this

[ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: my friend 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: the silence of being alone 87: The last movie I saw: Princess and the Frog 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Moving for college 85: The thing im not looking forward to: 84: People call me: Deanna (real name), Dean, Star (what yall call me) ton of others 83: The most difficult thing to do is: idk 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never 81: My zodiac sign is: Aries 80: The first person i talked to today was: 79: First time you had a crush: Ive had 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my best friends 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: my friends over ft 76: Right now I am talking to: no one 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: hopefully being an animator 74: I have/will get a job: at disney 73: Tomorrow: doing nothing 72: Today: doing nothing 71: Next Summer: hopefully not on quarantine 70: Next Weekend: nothing special 69: I have these pets: 2 doggos 68: The worst sound in the world: ICE SCRAPING OR MOUTH BREATHING 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: 66: People that make you happy: my friends 65: Last time I cried: few days ago 64: My friends are: my world 63: My computer is: a Dell 62: My School: is a community college 61: My Car: it goes 60: I lose all respect for people who: are bigots, dehumanize people, republicans 59: The movie I cried at was: Onward had me sobbing 58: Your hair color is: Brown rn 57: TV shows you watch: theres too many 56: Favorite web site: tumblr or youtube 55: Your dream vacation: every disney park 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: i think when i cut my finger or when i went to the hospital for my chest 53: How do you like your steak cooked: Medium rare 52: My room is: disney themed and my safe zone 51: My favorite celebrity is: Tara Strong 50: Where would you like to be: Disneyland 49: Do you want children: ehh maybe 48: Ever been in love: nope 47: Who’s your best friend: my neighbor that ive known since i was 4 46: More guy friends or girl friends: more girl 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: making cake 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my cousin 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: not really 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: ye 41: Have you pre-named your children: kinda 40: Last person I got mad at: my mom 39: I would like to move to: La 38: I wish I was a professional: animator

[ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: Kitkat 36: Vehicle: Cars 35: President: 34: State visited: California, Nevada, Texas, Hawaii, 33: Cellphone provider: 32: Athlete: n/a 31: Actor: Colin O'Donoghue 30: Actress: Lana Parrilla 29: Singer: Joe Jonas, Taylor Swift 28: Band: Big Time Rush 27: Clothing store: Hot topic, Ross, 26: Grocery store: Safeway 25: TV show: Once Upon A Time or PPG 24: Movie: Princess and the Frog and Ratatouille 23: Website: tumblr 22: Animal: elephant 21: Theme park: disneyland 20: Holiday: Halloween 19: Sport to watch: hockey 18: Sport to play:..i do not play 17: Magazine: i dont read mags 16: Book: Kingdom Keepers 15: Day of the week: Friday 14: Beach: one i went to in Hawaii 13: Concert attended: Jonas Brothers 12: Thing to cook: chowmein and strawberry shortcake 11: Food: Chowmein 10: Restaurant: my fav Chinese restaurant 9: Radio station: I don’t listen to the radio 8: Yankee candle scent: Vanilla 7: Perfume: Vanilla 6: Flower: Rose or Larkspur 5: Color: Black or blue 4: Talk show host: umm i dont watch many but i guess Jimmy Fallon 3: Comedian: Jaboukie Young-White or John Mulaney 2: Dog breed: Pomeranian 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? ye

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broke-n-bitchy · 5 years

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Wicked Dreams

Part Two Warnings: Drinking, drug use, smoking, cursing @triplehaitches @knightwhosaysnii @prettysureimgayxo @carmineharry The drive to Los Angeles was fucking terrible. I almost ripped my hair out, you try cramping into a single cab truck with four guys and all of your band equipment stuffed in the back. “Land, oh my god! Sweet, sweet land!” I praised as I was the first one to pretty much jump out while it was still rolling. We were stopped at the motel, it was about two hours before getting to our audition. “Oh, fuck off. My driving wasn’t that bad.” Alex responded with a roll of his eyes whilst helping Ryder start grabbing everything from the back. It was terrible. We almost died nearly nine fucking times. He got such bad road rage crossing the state line that I made him pull over so I could drive. “Uh, yeah it was.” Walking over to Sami, I grabbed a cigarette from his pack and quickly lit it. Alex didn’t allow us to smoke in his truck because it was his ‘baby’. I inhaled deeply before exhaling, “So, game plan?” “What do you mean game plan? We put our bags in our rooms, grab some food and go over the song we want to play. And then pray to Satan they pick us.” Ryder said while handing me my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and started walking towards the front door. We spent the next hour getting ready and arguing over which song to play, I eventually won by a game of rock, paper, scissors. I was the master, they couldn’t beat my skills of persuasion. At least that’s what I liked to tell myself. Being where I’m from, what I actually liked to wear was frowned upon so for me, it was mainly plain jeans and tee shirts. But today we were meeting Motley fuckin’ Crue. So of course, I had to look at least a little punk rock. I only glammed myself up for work, and that’s because I was a bartender at Trees in Dallas. The hotter you are, the better the tips. But other than that, I couldn’t give two fucks. Right now, I was having a bit of a dilemma. I gazed at the two outfits I had sprawled across the bed in my room. Hm, lace top with leather pants, or ripped jeans with leather bralette? Ah, the joys of being a lady. “Leather pants, definitely.” I heard a voice and it was my cousin, Sami. I nodded without responding and folded the other clothes, putting them back in my bag. Sitting down and letting out a nervous breath, I took a drink out of my flask with shaking hands. “Hey, I’m nervous too.” Sami shrugged his shoulders while coming to sit down next to me, “But check this out, you have been through so much and you came out of it better than before. Not to mention you’ll have your totally cool and badass of a cousin there to have your back.” I couldn’t help but laugh, it was true. There’s been so much shit in my life that I doubted myself on a daily basis. I knew we were good, I knew I was talented, but another part of me just sat there wondering if it was enough. “Thank you, you are pretty cool. But I will never admit I said that, ever.” I responded with a sarcastic tone before shoving his shoulder, “Alright, now get out. And please change that shirt. There’s a fucking stain on it.” “Yes, mom.” He retorted before getting up and bolting out childishly. After struggling to get my thighs into the leather pants, I yanked them up to my waist and tied the string together. Slipping into my lucky bra, and then pulling the lace top over my head, it barely covered my stomach and normally it made me feel weird but I admit, I looked pretty cute. Sitting down, I slid on my old, dirty and very beat up combat boots. They were being held together with tape, but I didn’t care. They were my mother’s and it may sound stupid, but I felt closer to her when I wore them. And today, I needed all of the comforts I could get. I left my hair down, in its natural state, wavy and a little tangled. After doing my makeup and finishing off with burgundy lipstick, I made sure my eyeliner wasn’t smudged. “Your eyes are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen like I’m looking into two blue deep pools and I’m drowning in them.” My mother used to tell me that, and when I got older and started wearing makeup, they did pop out more. Taking a few deep breaths, I stepped out of my room and met the guy’s at the front. “Oh my god, Lucy actually has a body under her usual rags.” Alex was joking, but the look I gave him made him stop laughing real quick. “Well, let’s get this done.” I was enthusiastic, I was. But I didn’t want to get my hopes up too soon. - Here we were, at the studio. I finished my cigarette before taking three gulps of Beam that was in my flask before shoving it down in my boot. A man with slicked-back hair and a dimpled grin stepped outside the building along with a tall and lanky fellow beside him. “Hello, you must be the band from Texas, right? I’m Doc, the manager and this is Tom, our producer.” “Please to meet you.” We exchanged handshakes and names all before heading inside, unloading our gear. “We do have equipment here, you guys didn’t have to bring your own.” We all kinda just looked at him. I don’t know about the guys but my guitar was my baby, her name was Stella. She was a dark red Dean Vendetta XMT with Tremolo. My mom got it for me on our last Christmas together. I wouldn’t touch any other guitar. “We don’t mind,” I told him as I followed behind Ryder before stepping into the small room. Whoa, we’ve never been in an actual studio before. And across the room were four men sitting around, talking and laughing. I didn’t know rather introduce ourselves first or start setting up. Apparently, Ryder had the right idea. “Hey, I’m Ryder. I’m the drummer.” Since when was he the talkative one? “What’s up, dude! Me too!” Tommy yelled excitedly while standing up, and instead of a handshake, he honestly pulled him into a hug and I could tell this was a start of a bromance, even if we didn’t get the slot. “These are my bandmates, Nikki, Vince, and Mick,” Tommy told us like we didn’t already know. “Hey, guys. Oh, sorry, this is our guitarist, Lucy.” Ryder said while wrapping an arm around my shoulder to kind of push me forward. I was a little in shock, to say the least. He pinched me and I came back to reality. Tommy immediately gave me a hug too, “Nice to meet ya! How ‘bout I step out and help the rest and introduce myself?” “Oh you don’t-” But before I could finish my sentence he had already jogged out the door. “I’m Vince, and let me guess, your name is Gorgeous,” Vince said while staring me up and down, I seized the moment, too. “Lucy Gorgeous. Nice ring to it.” I said with a dramatic hair flip. He only grinned, “It’s nice to meet you.” My stomach was flipping when Mick stood up to shake my hand. He was my hero, my fucking idol. “Oh my god, you are my favorite musician, I absolutely adore the way you play.” Mick gave me a small but stern looking smile, probably because my hand was still latched to his like a weirdo. “Oh, sorry!” I laughed it off and quickly withdrew my hand. “I appreciate the compliment, thank you. And I’m looking forward to hearing you play.” He said before settling back down with a small grunt. Nikki hadn’t gotten up from his seat or even acknowledge that I was there. He was face deep on a dish, doing a line of coke. “Hi, Nikki. I’m Lucy, the guitarist for my band.” I said while I approached him, holding my hand out. “Oh, hey, sorry.” He eventually looked up and set the dish down to the side, he was silent for a second before reaching forward and shaking my hand, “I hope you play as good as you look.” He told me before letting go. I didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. - After getting all set up, we were about ready to play. I was tuning my strings while my hands keep shaking, I almost dropped my pick. But I knew that once I started playing, I would feel better. Glancing up and tapping my mic for a second before looking at my guys’, then looking forward to the six men that were standing behind the glass waiting. Alex felt the need to pronounce us. “We’re System Insomniac, and this song is called Burn it To The Ground. I hope y’ all enjoy.” (Basing the band’s songs off of song Nickelback and a few other band’s concepts pls don’t judge and just pretend it was during that era because I love the guitar solos and riffs.) They then nodded at me, and I started without hesitation with the beginning. Being followed by Ryder on the drums, then Sami on his bass. It sounded so much better in here, I swear I orgasmed. “Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight, I’ve got a fistful of whiskey, the bottle just bit me. Ooohhhh! That shit makes me batshit crazy! We got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out! Mmmm, we’re going out tonight! Hey! To kick out every light! Hey! Take anything we want, Drink everything in sight! We’re going till the world stops turning, While we burn it to the ground tonight!” Alex’s deep voice boomed through the entire room, it gave me chills. I continued my playing and just got completely lost in the song before stepping forward to start my solo, and I forgot where I was. I forgot what we were doing, I was just there, killing it on my guitar and feeling every single chord I strung with my pick. I don’t know about my mates, but I think it was the same with them. It wasn’t until I was almost finished with my solo, and Alex kind of pushed me forward to sing the bridge. My voice rang through as loud and clear as I could make it, “Tickin’ like a time bomb, drinkin’ till the night’s gone, Well get your hands off this glass, last call my ass. Weelll, no train, no lock, this train won’t stop. We got no fear, no doubt, all in, balls out!” Alex chimed in and sang the last line of the bridge with me before taking back over where I stepped off to the side to finish off the song with the last part of the chorus. With the ending, Ryder and I finished off the song while Sami nailed the last string on his bass. We stood there breathing kind of uneasily, both from nervousness and how much energy we put into our performance. We stood there in silence before Tommy busted through the door that separated the two parts of the room clapping, “Fuck yeah! That rocked! Finally, a band that doesn’t suck ass dude!” Alex and Tommy high fived. I smiled to myself before pulling my strap off of my shoulders and moving to set her gently into her case. It was ultimately up to Doc and Tom but the band liked us, I overheard remnants of a conversation Doc and Alex were having. I still didn’t know if we got the slot, and to ease my nerves, I tugged my flask from my boot and took a swig from it. I felt a pair of eyes on me, turning around while wiping my chin a little and screwing the cap back on, “Sorry.” I shrugged. It was Nikki. “That stuff will kill ya.” He commented while taking a swig from his Daniels bottle, “But it tastes so good.” He eventually said with a laugh, “Hell, yes it does.” I agreed while heading out the door, Nikki followed behind shortly. “You’re pretty good, for a chick.” He told me while I was in the middle of lighting a cigarette, “The highest of compliments.” I retorted and rolled my eyes. Just because I was a girl, doesn’t mean I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. Music has been everything to me and it always will be. “So, do you think we got the slot?” I asked him, and he was about to answer before a certain blonde appeared beside me with an arm slung around my shoulder, “What the fuck do you think?” “I think that we drove 19 hours straight cramped in a truck, and running on like an hour of sleep, and all the while this was insane, and as much as we love you guys, a simple yes or no would suffice,” I said while taking a drag, glaring at Nikki while he pulled it from my fingers and took a few puffs himself. “He means yes, you guys got the slot.” Nikki told me while staring directly into my eyes, “We leave in two weeks.” I hadn’t responded and accidentally burned myself because I was in complete shock. I had no words. “Ow!” I yelped, and this dark haired fucker was smirking. “Suck a cock,” I mumbled to him before walking out to find the rest of my band. “Feisty, I like you already!” I heard him yell. I didn’t know how to register but this was our fucking moment.

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years

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Armageddon Chapter 6 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 6

Summary: Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Mainly language I think

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The Song for this chapter is Ballroom Blitz by Krokus

(Y/n) had just finished throwing up in the toilet. This was around the fourth time today she had emptied her stomach. Splashing water in her face, she had hoped that Dean didn’t hear her. She brushed her teeth to get the vomit taste out of her mouth. She took a deep breath and hoped that whatever it was, would pass soon. Making her way to the room she shared with Dean she pulled out her favorite black cocktail dress. Once she had it on she sighed as she tried to get the zipper up.

“Need some help?” Dean asked, walking into the room. He slowly pulled the zipper up and kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

“Nah,” (Y/n) blushed as she turned to face him, “I’m just ok. Let me fix your tie.” She whispered as she took his tie and helped him with his tie. Once she was done, she wrapped her arms around him, “Mr. Winchester, You are devilishly handsome tonight,” she whispered.

“You sure we have to go to dinner?” Dean asked. “We could make Sam never want to sleep in his bed again.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Dean,” (Y/n) gave him a playful smack on his shoulder, “You know this is important, and besides.” She leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe. “There’s going to be free steak involved.”

“Mmmm, you had me at free steak.” Dean laughed. “Come on, Sam’s waiting downstairs.” They made their way down and saw Sam dozing in a chair in the living room. He cleaned up nicely, but looked so uncomfortable in a suit. It must be a Winchester trait.

“They make him work so hard,” (Y/n) muttered as she grabbed her purse. “Why don’t you wake him up, while I wait outside.” She kissed Dean gently was she walked outside.

“Do I have to be gentle about it?” Dean asked with a chuckle.

“Dean,” (Y/n) shook her head as she stepped out side.

Sam was snoring softly. He was exhausted from all the activities of the day. Plus felt like he was working harder than ever before. Dean walked over and shook Sam.

“Huh, what?” Sam said, jumping. He blinked a few times, looking around.

“Come on golden boy,” Dean gave him a pat on his shoulder. “We gotta go, (Y/n)’s waiting by the Impala.”

“Oh yeah.” Sam stretched and got up, rubbing his eyes. “When this is all over and we save the planet, I am taking a vacation.” Sam laughed a little.

“You can take Jessica and Ashton somewhere,” Dean suggested. “You know I’m sure if you talk to her, you guys might just work things out.”

“Last I heard, she had a boyfriend she was serious about.” Sam sighed. “I don’t think she wants me back anytime soon.”

“You never know until you try Sammy.” Dean gave his brother a reassuring smile. “Things might have changed since the last time you talked to her.”

Reaching the Impala Dean helped (Y/n) into the passenger side of the car.

“I’ll drive separate.” Sam said. He had never been great with awkward situations or anything, and he wasn’t sure if (Y/n) and Dean really wanted him to ride with them. He headed towards his car.

“Sam, why don’t you ride with us?” (Y/n) called. “You look like you could use a break.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked. “I don’t want to interrupt.”

“You are not going to interrupt anything Sam,” (Y/n) smiled.

“Yeah, Sam come on,” Dean smiled. “Besides the fun stuff won’t start until we’re back here in your jacuzzi!” Dean joked.

“You stay out of my jacuzzi Dean!” Sam yelled, making (Y/n) laugh.

“OK, you want us to stay out of it,” Dean gave him a smile, “Then get inside Baby and let’s roll.”

Sam got in the car and rested his head against the window. Just like old times, riding in the backseat. But usually, it was dad and Dean upfront. It made Sam close his eyes to hold his depression down. He wanted everyone to think he was so happy, when in fact, he was miserable.It wasn’t long before they reached the restaurant. Dean didn’t want to use the Valet so he opted to find Parking alittle up the block. The trio made their way inside and were quickly ushered to the table Director Singer had reserved.

“Glad to see you found the place ok,” Bobby smiled as he shook Dean’s hand.

“Thanks for having us sir.” Dean smiled. Sam took his seat, sitting by John to make sure Dean didn’t have to. The waiter came and took their orders and Dean was a little surprised when Sam ordered a pretty strong drink.

“Sam are you ok?” Dean raised his eyebrow at Sam.

“Let the boy have a drink Dean, it isn’t going to kill him,” John breathed.

“I’m fine.” Sam gave Dean a smile. (Y/n) squeezed Dean’s hand and he looked over at her.

“So,” Bobby said as everyone finished ordering their drinks. “What is life in the oil business like?”

“It isn’t easy, I can tell you that,” John chuckled.

“Yeah, especially if you find Oil and get suspended right after.” Dean muttered as he took a sip of his whiskey.

“Yeah I grew up around that stuff, but I was not cut out for it. Dean’s an oil whisperer though.” Sam laughed, trying to deflect everything. “He’s amazing.”

“If you call almost causing a massive explosion amazing,” John coughed taking a sip of his bourbon.

“Dean, is of course, currently working on his Masters in Engineering at the University of Texas,” (Y/n) smiled at Dean before sending a glare at John.

“God, this is good alcohol.” Sam said, taking a drink.

“Right Sam?” (Y/n) breathed as she took a large gulp from her green apple martini.

(Y/n) had opted to sit next to Sam acting as an extra buffer against John. But it wasn’t working. She looked to Sam who gave her a worried look.

“Director Singer,” She decided to change the subject. “How did you get to become the Director of NASA?” she gave a nervous smile.

“I actually used to do what Sam did.” Bobby explained. “I worked my ass off and my way to the top. I think Sam is actually on the path to taking my spot when I retire.” Sam blushed and tried to get the attention off of him.

“Dean here would be a great candidate for the engineering team that builds the rockets.” Sam said. Bobby smiled.

“So I’ve heard.” Bobby said. “After this is all done and over with, maybe we could sit down and talk Dean.”

“I know he would be great at it,” (Y/n) gave his hand a squeeze as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“That… that is a big career change but, I accepted a job working for the McLeod Oil Company in Louisiana,” Dean smiled as he drank his whiskey.

“What’s the point of a masters degree if you’re not going to use it?” John grumbled. Sam looked at (Y/n), not sure what to do.

“What’s good about having an oil rig if you can’t find oil,” Dean sneered.

“So, Garth, Ash, how is the racing going?” Sam asked, trying to change the subject. (Y/n) patted his thigh in thank you.

“Oh man! It is amazing,” Ash sat back and smiled, “ I mean the amount of pussy I get when I win.”

(Y/n) gave a groan as she placed her head in her hand. “Ash! Seriously!” she growled.

“I must say I profit off of it too.” Ketch smirked. Sam shivered. Bobby was enjoying this. Normally, he was stuck with a bunch of snooty and awkward scientists and politicians. This was so much more relaxing and entertaining.

“KETCH!” (Y/n) scolded. She chugged the rest of her martini just in time to ask the waiter for another one.

“Gotta say, this is the most fun I’ve had in awhile.” Bobby laughed. “And I bet Sam would probably say the same.”

“Yeah,” Dean smacked his lips together after his sip. “I noticed he has been working really long hours and he’s been losing sleep.”

“Dean,” (Y/n) whispered.

“It’s okay Dean. It’s fine.” Sam said. He didn’t want to admit that he just didn’t want to be at home in an empty house.

“One meal a day, is not ok Sam.” Dean sighed, “Working almost forty hours straight is not fine.”

“Because you are the poster boy for health and fitness,” John grumbled, “Leave him alone Dean.”

Soon, the food came and the conversation died off. Part of Sam was just wanting a meteor to fly through the building and crush him so he didn’t have to deal with this awkward family gathering anymore. He couldn’t wait to get home, not that he would sleep very long. He had to be back at the complex bright and early to oversee training.

“So if Sam would have ended up in a car accident because he fell asleep at the wheel,” Dean turned to face his father. “You would be ok with that?”

“Of course not.” John said. Sam groaned and laid his head back against the chair. Why didn’t he just stay home?

“Guys, I’m fine! Bobby will vouch for me!”

“Well, Sam, you are working a lot…” Bobby said. “I was in your same boat and that’s why I’m on wife number three.”

“Ok, so I’m going to go for the apple pie for dessert,” (Y/n) stated as she looked at Sam. “What are you having?”

“It seems like you would be ok with Sam endangering his life if his work and eating habits don’t concern you,” Dean growled at John.

“Dean, please,” (Y/n) hissed.

“I’m calling it a night.” Sam stood up. “Dean has the key to the house. I’m going to the office.” He walked out then.

“See what you did?” Dean growled at John as he pushed back on his chair and chased after Sam. “Sam hold on, I drove you here, remember.”

“I’ll walk or I’ll get a cab or something.” Sam sighed. “I’m sorry I made you come Dean. I didn’t realize how bad things were between you and dad. I just thought…” He wiped at his eyes. “You always saved my world when I was little. I thought you could do it again.”

“What’s going on Sam? This isn’t you.” Dean placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“I’m okay.” Sam sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just gonna walk around for a bit. I have my cell phone.” He held up the Nokia. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Sam, talk to me,” Dean, “Forget Dad, what’s going on? You can always talk to me Sam”

“I’m depressed okay!” Sam said, turning to look at Dean. “I’ve got anxiety out the ass! And you’ve got (Y/n), and a life, and friends and...I can’t even make my marriage work with the girl I’ve been in love with for as long as I remember. But we don’t talk about this because we’re Winchesters.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “I just don’t want to let anyone down, okay?” He turned to walk away.

Dean reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, “hey… It’s ok,” he whispered. “You have friends Sam, You have me and (Y/n),” Dean croaked. “You have Ash and Garth, you know we’ll be here for you Sammy.” Dean pulled back and placed his hand on either side of Sam’s head. “You can always talk to me baby brother, you should have talked to me.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your life.” Sam sighed. “You looked so happy the last time we saw each other and I wasn’t wanting to bring this into it.”

“Screw what’s going on with me and dad ok?” Dean looked Sam in the eye. “I don’t care how bad you think it is you call me! I will always be there for you, and you know (Y/n) will too.” Sam offered a small smile.

“Feel free to use the jacuzzi.” Sam said. “I’ll try to catch twenty minutes or so while I’m working.”

“Sam…” Dean was about to continue when John came out.

“I’ll catch you guys early tomorrow, so make sure to rest up.” Sam told Dean. “Make sure the other guys are good to go.”

Sam had rushed off before Dean could catch him again. Turning to John he clenched his fist. “How could you not know what was going on with him?”

(Y/n) had come right out side after apologizing profusely to Bobby to hear Dean yell at John.

“What do you mean?” John asked. “He’s fine. He’s probably just stressed about the asteroid.”

“You are so blind,” Dean hissed, “you can dump on me all you want, but the fact that you can’t see that something is seriously wrong with Sam to the point that he is endangering himself… you’re a shitty excuse for a dad.”

(Y/n) held on to Dean’s arm, “Dean, please not here.” she pleaded. Dean looked down at her then looked up at John.

“Once this is all done and over, I don’t want to even see you anymore.” Dean growled, taking (Y/n)’s hand and leading her to the car. He was hoping they’d see Sam on the drive back to his house and could convince him to sleep in his own bed.

“Dean,” (Y/n) whispered. “What’s going on?”

“Sam’s having a hard time.” Dean told her as they got in the car. “And as much as dad praising him all the time pisses me off, he’s still my little brother.”

(Y/n) moved closer to Dean along the bench seat, “I know hun. But shouting at John isn’t going to help.” She caressed his cheek, “love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed her gently before heading back to Sam’s house.

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dontshootmespence · 5 years

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Supernatural AU: Episode 7 - Memories Remain

Part 1

Under the mesmerizing whirr of the ceiling fan, he rolled his eyes and groaned, the constant ringing on the other side of the phone driving him crazy. “Baby, come on! Pick up,” he breathed.

Again it went to voice mail. In anger, he spun around and threw the phone onto the bed and watched it bounce into the pillows and onto the floor before picking it up to call her back. “Beka…baby.” Now he was getting frustrated. A talk about picking up his phone calls would need to happen. He shouldn’t have to keep calling like this just to get his girlfriend to answer.

Just as he was about to disconnect the call again, he heard the unmistakable lightness in her voice. Why did she sound so calm? He’d been calling for 20 minutes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” She sighed, frustration lacing her tone.

“I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes. Why haven’t you picked up?” He felt anger roiling through his body with each word. “What if it had been an emergency?”

“But it’s not,” she replied. “ It never is. I have a big chem test tomorrow, remember? I’m studying.”

Pushing up with his free hand, he got up and kicked his dresser. His Beka was the smartest girl he’d ever known; she’d be fine. “Baby, you’ll be fine. The Velgard party’s tonight. You said you’d go with me.” All he had to do was sound a little pouty and she’d cave. She always gave in.

In her own home, she curled into her desk, desperate to get him to let it go so she could study and not fail this test. Her fucking professor was making it 35 percent of her grade, so if she failed this she was screwed. “I can’t. I need to study.”

“No you don’t,” he snapped, pacing his dorm as he spoke. “You study constantly. You’re going to pass and you know it. Is it me? You’ve been wanting to go to this party for ages and now you don’t wanna go.”

The two of them went around and around, the pencil breaking in Rebekah’s hand before she gave him what he wanted. She had studied. Not a lot, but some. So she’d probably be fine. “Okay, okay. Let me get changed and I’ll be over in 30 minutes.”

“Finally, yes, I gotta have my girl on my arm.”

When she hung up the phone, he pulled his packet of cigarettes out and lit the tip, embers flaring up red before the smoke hit his lungs. He wasn’t exactly a member of the in-crowd, but Beka was a school-wide beauty. Everyone wanted her. But he had her. He’d look like an idiot if he didn’t show up with her after talking up how they’d just celebrated their three-month anniversary.

After chain-smoking three cigarettes in a row, he pulled on the bracelet Beka had given him for their anniversary, a gift her mother had given to her father more than a decade ago, and checked in the closet for something to wear. Although he’d prefer going in his boxers (the freedom was really something else) it probably wouldn’t be appropriate, so jeans and a t-shirt it was. The first one that caught his eye was the one that Beka hated; she said it was “douchey.” But why should he care? He liked it and that should be all that mattered right?

As he dipped his head into the closet to pick up the shirt that had fallen on the floor, he felt a breeze flash by his foot, sending his hair on edge. He spun around and saw nothing before something else ran behind him again, sending him spinning and falling into the closet door.

“What the fu-?”

Eyes wide and frozen in fear, he stared up to see someone he thought he’d never see again. “You can’t be here,” he breathed, his heart racing faster than it ever had before. “The last time I saw you, you-“

Cutting him off, the middle-aged woman with the stringy brown hair clasped the glass in her hand and shoved it forward, the sound of squelching blood and gargled breaths somehow eerily loud in the midst of the empty dorm room. He reached for his throat, desperate to stop the blood flow, but it slipped through his fingertips - skin growing cold as the smile on her face grew wide.

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Tossing and turning on the couch hadn’t been doing her any good, so instead of thrashing about in futility, Bobbie got up and went for a run to clear her head. She should’ve fought harder to get their father to come with them. No matter what he said, no matter how scared he was of putting his children in harm’s way, it didn’t matter. He didn’t wanna watch them get hurt? Well, fuck it, she didn’t want to watch him get hurt either, or worse, have him get hurt and knowing there wasn’t anything she could’ve done about it because he’d pushed her away.

After sweating her ass off despite the chill in the air, she snuck back into the motel room, which really wasn’t necessary because she was pretty sure a bomb could go off and her brothers wouldn’t wake up. A fifteen-minute shower was all it took to make her feel like a whole new woman. Dean and Sam wouldn’t be as easy to get up and running. Breakfast sandwiches and coffee might work though.

“Oh you really do love me,” Dean said as the unmistakable, thick and mapley scent of bacon wafted into the room. “Bacon, egg and cheese?”

“With double bacon, and ketchup, salt and pepper.”

“Best big sister ever.”

He took an enormous bite and grinned as a piece of bacon fell out of his mouth and onto the crappy comforter. Although Sam was grateful for the sandwich, the coffee was what made a sleepy smile crawl across his face. “How long you been up?”

“Few hours. Went for a run. Took a shower. Then I figured food would get you two up and running. I think we might have a case.”

Sam took a swig of his coffee and hissed at the heat. “You never get up early. Nightmares?”

“Mmmm.” It was about all her brothers were gonna get, at least for now, and they knew it. “Wanna know what I found?”

Dean shot up from the bed, renewed by the rejuvenating power of bacon and came up to kiss her cheek. “Thanks for breakfast. Now gimme something to do.”

She ran her hand through his hair and pushed him and his bacon-y face out of the way. “Scott O’Reilly. 20 year old student at Kent State University died in his dorm room two nights ago from a stab wound to the neck. Thing is there is absolutely zero evidence that anyone was in the room other than him and his girlfriend and the she has a solid alibi for the time of death. Also, the stab wound is jagged, but the murder weapon can’t be found or even identified.”

“You think this could be our kind of thing?” Sam asked. It just seemed like a severe lack of evidence, not necessarily anything supernatural.

In her cursory look through the local papers to see if there was anything here to look into, she’d stumbled upon this story. She’d gotten used to passing judgment on the dead, for better or for worse, and something about Scott O’Reilly rubbed her the wrong way. “Nothing in particular. I just have a bad feeling and figured we’re passing through and have nowhere to be just yet so why not, you know?”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean replied, bacon crunching loudly in his mouth. “But since we have nowhere to go, how about we enjoy our bacon – at least let me enjoy mine because my God, do I love bacon.”

“Is it safe to say it’s your favorite thing in the world?” Sam asked, laughing after he finally took a bite of his own sandwich.

“Top three.”

“And the other two?” He could guess.

Bobbie cut in because Dean had his mouth full. “Whiskey and women. The three change depending on mood.”

With his mouth full, he gave them a thumbs up. “God, this is good.”

Chuckling, Bobbie took a sip of her coffee and fell back on the mattress. “Do you need a moment alone with the bacon?”

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Rain clouds followed them the entire time they drove to the station. All of them felt the threatening storm, but no one wanted to say it out loud. Just because their father was gone yet again didn’t mean that they weren’t thinking about him and the bigger picture that was looming even closer than the car in the side mirror.

They pulled up to the station with just enough time to get inside before the downpour came. “Can I please be the senior officer?” Dean whispered.

“So you want me to be your crony?” Bobbie whispered as they rounded the corner. Whenever they met with police, one of them claimed they were training the other two, considering it was rare that officers were partnered up in teams of more than two.

Bacon had put him in a really good mood this morning and she didn’t have the heart to pull the big sister card on him today. “Okay, fine. Just try not to milk it too much.”

“No guarantees.”

She bit back a retort when an officer asked what they needed help with. “Hi, my name’s Agent Jones, these are my subordinates, trainee agents Flynn and Lennon. We decided to pop in to see what you could tell us about the O’Reilly case.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” the officer replied, shaking hands with Dean, his eyes quickly scanning the badges Sam and Bobbie held out for him. “I’m Officer Bales. Honestly though, I don’t know what I’m going to be able to tell you that you couldn’t already find out from the papers. O’Reilly died of a stab to the throat. We’ve got no murder weapon, no motive, nothing.”

“Do you think we could get any information you have on him?” Sam asked.

“I don’t see why not.” The officer walked them all toward a file room in the back of the station.

“What about his girlfriend?” Bobbie asked not realizing Dean had been about to ask the same question. “Her alibi checks out?”

“Yeah, she was in her dorm room studying for hours before he called her. Her two roommates vouched for her.”

They needed to check her out anyway. Just because she didn’t do it didn’t mean someone connected with her couldn’t have been involved. “We should go interview her anyway. She might be able to point us in the right direction,” Dean added.

“She has an alibi.”

“I know,” Dean replied. “But she may know if he had any enemies.”

“Scott was a good kid.”

“Look officer, as much as I can appreciate that that’s what you saw, it’s more likely that someone very close to him, like a girlfriend, would know things about him that you wouldn’t.”

Shrugging, the local townie handed over the files on Scott and gave them directions to his dorm and his girlfriend’s home. “We’ll keep you in the loop if we find anything,” Dean said, saluting Officer Bales with the files in hand.

“Alright, what do we have…Agent,” Bobbie said, smirking as she leaned over to take a glance at the files. “Your subordinates are dying to take part in the case.”

“I had to. I just had to and you know it.”

“Yea, yea,” Sam laughed, smacking Dean’s arm with the back of his hand. “Anything in there that might point us in the right direction?”

Dean shook his head disappointingly before Sam ripped the files from his grasp. “What the hell, man?”

“There is something.”

“Where?”

“There.” Bobbie glanced near Sam’s finger. There was nothing there. A blank space.

“Yes, it’s a blank space,” he said, reading their collective minds. “But there shouldn’t be. These types of papers are formatted. If there was nothing there, then there shouldn’t be a blank space. That means-“

Bobbie slipped into the car as she interrupted Sam’s train of thought. “There was something there and it’s been kept off the record.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “And it’s something the police are aware of.”

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kissykiwi · 6 years

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green eyes, red handed (part 1)

wherein harry and y/n hate each other. and they don’t. (college au, 3k words)

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To say that Y/N hated Harry would be a misnomer. She didn’t, really, no matter how many doubtful looks her friends might have thrown her way whenever she insisted so. It was more that Harry liked himself enough that she didn’t exactly need to contribute too much. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, the easy, distant smile he had ready to charm any and all who looked too long, the way he could wear a handful of rings and not look stupid and pretentious- it drove her crazy. It drove everyone crazy, and he fucking knew it.

Across campus there were men and women alike (students, TAs, the odd staff member or professor) who would do vile and gruesome things for just one night with him. She should count her lucky stars, they all thought, that he ran in her circles.

“Hey Y/L/N!”

Oh boy, was she counting.

“Styles. And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this fine morning?” Y/N sighed, not faltering in step. She’d gotten up late, only managed to get halfway ready, and she didn’t much feel like lingering in front of campus in her “I’m only barely trying” outfit.

“Can’t I have a chat with my favorite girl fo’ no particular reason?” Harry purred, throwing one long arm around her shoulders and pulling her to a stop in front circle. He was wearing a royal blue tee shirt over black jeans with those stupid boots that made him even taller than he already was, hair tousled just so and draped lovingly over an ear, long fingers glittering under the weight of his ever present jewelry. Across the grass, a boy was so caught up in staring that he didn’t notice the frisbee headed his way until it made contact with his temple. There were at least two girls that Y/N recognized glaring at her fixedly.

“No,” she said, summoning all of her patience and resuming her walk. “But you can cut the cutesy shit and tell me what you want. I have class in ten minutes, didn’t have time to get coffee, and don’t have the tether to deal with you right now.”

“I’ve got fifty dollars for a bottle of Johnnie, black label, and no time to go buy myself b‘fore tonigh’. Ginny told me yer goin’ to the J&J, n’ I know she’s draggin’ yeh to this little shindig,” he said. The fifty dollar bill that fluttered in the wind seemed to mock Y/N as she looked from it to his face and back again. Harry was pouting a bit, but his eyes were teasing. She wanted to poke them out.

“Fine,” she said, plucking the money from his hand. “Consider this a debt.”

“I gave you the money!”

“And I’m giving you the legwork. You owe me one, Styles. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m dangerously close to being late for Semantics.”

One would have thought that walking away would be enough, but when dealing with a gnat with legs the approximate length of the Eiffel Tower, it never was.

“Would y’accept sexual favors? Given that yeh haven’t gotten any in a hot minute, I mean.”

“I told Ginny that in confidence!” Y/N snapped, stopping fully to glare at Harry as her face turned a hot and angry pink.

“And she didn’t tell me at all, that’s the magic of it.”

“God, I’m so considering pocketing this fifty and watching you try to get drunk off of frat beer. You really, really owe me now,” Y/N answered. Harry pulled a face at her back as she turned and stalked away to class.

That night saw Y/N at the latest campus bash- this time a kegger at Phi Kappa Tau to celebrate some minor holiday. The beer was warm, the freshman were dressed to the nines, and Y/N was laden down with Harry’s Johnnie and her own booze. It definitely wasn’t a night she was ready for. In fact she was only here because Ginny, her enabler/best friend/roommate, had determined that “Y/N, you study too much! Steve invited us, both of us, and besides, you know you want another chance to flirt with Harry!” which- okay, no. First of all, her major was challenging, alright, and the amount she studied was in perfect proportion. Secondly, Steve would have invited the Dean of Students if it meant he had a shot at Ginny (who wasn’t even single anyway and had never acted otherwise). And the Harry comment? Well, Y/N could barely justify that with a response. Whatever it was that she and Harry did-- and she was certain that psychologists had any number of names for it-- that was not flirting. But anyhow, Y/N was there in black jeans and a cute enough top, forced into her most comfortable heels because Ginny wouldn’t have anything else.

“Y/N, doll, I can hear you blaming me for your being here all the way across the room,” Ginny chirped, throwing her arms around Y/N’s neck. “You know what that means?”

“It means you’re gonna make me drink.”

“That’s right babes! Get boozin’,” she cheered. From somewhere, using the kind of party magic that the campus had become used to associating with her, Ginny had produced jello shots, which she forced towards Y/N’s hands. In shades of blue and red, (was it only Labor Day?) they wiggled ominously. Y/N sighed, hefted her bag into an easier position, and sucked down one, then the other.

“Only you could keep tha’ sour face in the middle of a party,” said a low voice from her left. Her eyes rolled as she swallowed a mouthful of blue, sugary booze. There was Harry, wearing the same jeans and boots but changed on top into a button down likely stolen out of Minnie Mouse’s closet. He looked stupidly, unfairly good for such a ridiculous pattern.

“Only you could forget that I have your alcohol,” Y/N answered, turning to face him fully with a pleased smirk. There was the ghost of a smug expression playing on his face, but she could see the cogs turning in his head as his eyes caught on the whiskey peeking out of her purse. In an instant the charm was on, beaming as hot as though Y/N was standing next to a bonfire.

“Gorgeous. Doll. Flower. Have I told you how delicious you look in that outfit?” he purred, settling arm over her head and curling in towards her. Y/N threw him a glittering grin, already feeling the warm hum of a beer and the shots curling up through her veins.

“Mmmm, not lately but please, tell me more.”

Harry pulled a face, but her bag was behind her back and he knew from experience that reaching around her sans permission would result in pain on his end.

“Every man in this room is starin’ at those legs of yours in those tight jeans, babe. I’ve heard at least three people tryna figure out how to chat you up.” His voice was husky and soft as he leaned in to murmur in Y/N’s ear, and she couldn’t help the heat that flared low in her stomach as she looked up through her eyelashes into jade eyes. If it wasn’t for the insistent press of the bottle of Johnnie in her back she’d lean in, close the distance, act on all the want that that look inspired in her. But it was for whiskey, and they hated each other as often as they were friends.

“Well now you’re speakin’ to my ego, baby.”

Another cocky smile thrown his way, and Y/N could pretend for a minute that he paused, that his eyes lingered slow and sweet on her lips, but then she was pulling the whiskey from behind her back and he was throwing himself into the pulsing crowd without so much as a thank you. She blinked once after him, face falling into a small, unconscious frown. God, but she needed more alcohol. Y/N wasn’t into him, she wasn’t. He was awful, swinging from moody and angry to charming and sweet in seconds, always getting her hoping and then throwing her down. It seemed he’d hated her from the word go, and she tried to only give as good as she got, but sometimes he could be so honestly, truly mean. But when Y/N hoped, boy did she hope. When she was what he was focusing his attention on, even when it was nasty and teasing and cruel, she felt like the only person in the world. Somehow, there was always a part of her that thought-- well. It hardly mattered.

“You know if you two wanted to fuck, may I suggest some place less public?” Ginny laughed, but the look Y/N gave her had her thinking twice. “More jello shots, got it.”

Ginny pulled her through the hallway, grimacing slightly as her shoes stuck to the alcohol soaked wood, towards the blindingly bright kitchen. Inside of it was Todd, floppy black hair falling into his eyes as he held court with some of his frat brothers, arm braced next to a tray of booze.

“That’s a Harry face,” he sighed, eyes scanning Y/N’s raised eyebrows and defensive stance. “Take the red ones, they’re higher alcohol content, and I’ll tell the DJ to make it sexier.”

It was easy to forget when she was sober just how much booze made Y/N dance. And not a boxstep, oh no- alcohol, vodka especially, got her down and dirty, jeans lovingly following every move as she got low, thrumming music dancing up her spine and through the swing of her hips. The eyes that she could feel on herself were almost as intoxicating as the ethanol, a comparison Ginny had made once that both could vibe with in the swirl of colored lights that house parties provided. Ginny and Y/N were dynamos together with just a little bit of liquid courage, unstoppable force meets immovable object, courting the attentions of a wash of partygoers with a tag team act of twisting bodies. Vodka and a dancefloor were all they came to these parties for.

It was an hour later, under the thrum of a particularly good bassline, that Y/N began to scan the crowd. The persistent fire of a sea of eyes had finally forced her to take a look, only to catch the bright glare of whiskey fueled green. Harry was staring at her, the bastard, gaze positively molten as he looked low over the rim of his cup, but eye contact was enough to make him look away coolly, as though she’d just happened to be in his line of sight. The encounter alone made fierce, itching fire lick up under her skin, made her want to shake him and strangle him and ride him ‘til he broke.

“Jesus, wish Clark looked at me like that,” Ginny whispered in her roommate’s ear, throwing her fiery head back to rest in the dip of Y/N’s shoulder. All she could give in response was a slow sway of her hips, all for the benefit of her voyeur, and she watched in selfish satisfaction as his eyes swung back, tracked the movement before hers slid closed once more. Ginny was as excitable drunk as she was sober, whirling at top speed through an evening, but Y/N always felt slower and warmer, more attuned to the things around her and the way she moved.

“You know Gin, given how he treats me, I’ll trade you for Clark.”

“You’re such a cynic, Y/N. Haven’t you heard of pigtail pulling?” she giggled, turning about in a hurricane of sheet straight hair. This was an argument they’d both had too many times to count. Ginny was dating one of Harry’s friends- a nice boy named Clark who lived in the same building as Harry, Todd, and a few of their other friends, which Y/N and Ginny called Cellblock Mate- and for some reason this made her feel that she had insider information as to how Harry felt about Y/N. Y/N, for her part, found this argument patently ridiculous. Ginny knew this, but she couldn’t help being convinced that if Harry and Y/N just ended up together the whole thing would be horribly romantic.

“Haven’t you heard of people just not liking each other?” Y/N shot back as Ginny pulled her hips forward to sway in sync to the beat. Across her shoulder, Y/N once again saw the glint of bright green eyes. He was talking to a girl that Y/N remembered being nice enough, but his eyes were on her, pinning her down completely but saying nothing besides. It made her hot in ways she couldn’t even begin to explain. When the girl he was talking to leaned in to kiss him, once, hot and insistent and with a bit too much tongue, they didn’t move, didn’t even twitch away. It was all Y/N could do to suck in a breath and spin Ginny so that she didn’t have to face him any longer. “Let’s just dance.”

The rest of the weekend was spent bouncing back from a truly spectacular hangover, the kind that wiggly blue alcoholic treats in inadvisable quantities engendered, and by Monday Y/N could just about stand sunlight again. It was a good thing too, because the day dawned harsh in the bright autumn sunlight on her ten A.M., the one she shared with the menace. The course was Introduction to Classical Studies, a course that in the past had been a bird. Unfortunately, Professor Morrow was not much of a bird sort of professor, and for the vast majority of the class they were suffering for it. Y/N had taken it out of general interest, something to cover a breadth requirement, and she’d always been a hard worker. Harry was that jerk who breezed through the toughest of classes without a hair ever falling out of place, and while he whined to Y/N often about helping him with the subject matter, his grades never showed any need of aid.

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re looking fresh as a daisy this morning,” her professor offered as greeting. She tended to show up early (and besides had sniffed Morrow out for the slave driver he would be the second she’d stepped through the door) and so she had come to know him as comfortably as a professional relationship would allow.

“You know me Professor Morrow, as soon as I see alcohol I consider how it would affect my Classics course.”

“Yes, and the amount of times you’ve come into our Thursday class with your eyes barely open certainly reflects that.”

Harry walked in at the comment, rolling his eyes at Y/N’s answering laughter. He had clearly gone out a second time if the purple bags under his eyes were anything to go by.

“Morning Curly-Q,” she chirped as he threw himself into the chair beside her. Classics always got Y/N in a good mood, something about the class she enjoyed, but the same couldn’t’ be said for Harry. He liked Morrow well enough, but the material was denser than lead and he didn’t have the affinity for details that she did. If Y/N had been paying more attention, hadn’t been coming off of a joke, she probably would have seen his sour mood coming.

“Do yeh think we could cut the Snow White act this mornin’?” he hissed. Y/N clenched her jaw and turned to her bag, pulling out her sticker covered laptop. So this was how the morning would go. “Aw, what’s the matter pumpkin? Me pointin’ out that y’aren’t a Disney princess got yeh poutin’?”

This was the Harry Y/N was used to, the one who found what made her upset and needled it, all biting words and nasty tone.

“If you’ve decided to be in a bad mood this morning then why don’t you keep to yourself,” she suggested coolly. He snorted.

“‘N if it’s you that puts me in a bad mood?”

The class was beginning to trickle in, people filling the rows behind them- Y/N always sat front and center and for some reason, Harry always sat with her- and she heard distinctly a boy suck in a breath. Obviously he found that to be a good comeback. Well, if she was going to keep herself from committing homicide she thought, she might as well focus on refreshing herself on the readings.

In fact, the title in Greek can mean indifferently ‘constitution’, ‘state’, or ‘society’....

“Ah, ‘n now she’s ignorin’ me. Tell me Y/N, how do all the boys resist yeh with all yer nonexistent charms?”

…only coming later to bear the narrower meaning of a particular kind of constitution, the meaning it now bears in the English transliteration.

“Yeh deaf, or jus’ ugly?”

Y/N’s head snapped up, fist clenching on the keyboard of her laptop hard enough to make the screen skip through tabs. The students who weren’t used to Harry and Y/N’s particular song and dance were staring unashamedly. All she wanted was a peaceful Monday morning.

“What about you, hm? I told you to fuck off if you can’t keep your shitty attitude to your shitty self. Veux-tu que je le dis en francais?”

This, in particular, got him riled up. She had always been better in French, and whenever she spoke it a hot, patchy blush would inevitably crawl up his neck. His face twisted into an irritated frown, and his mouth flapped up and down for a second before he managed a blustery “shut up,” and turned to face the board. He was sulking, no doubt, in a truly spectacular shade of pink, and Y/N thought if he even tried speaking to her again she would tear him apart. She could still feel the eyes of those who didn’t know them, waiting hopefully for a second bout of drama, and had half a mind to turn around and rip into them, too. It was probably in the interest of everybody that class started then.

“So! Plato’s ‘Republic’!”

#hell yeah! here we gooooooooooo #harry styles imagine #harry styles #himagine #text

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it's wild to me that dean is always so shocked at children of monsters, especially relatively well-adjusted adjusted ones à la garth and the werewolf family in 9x12... like the concept of a second generation werewolf baffled him. but is he not a direct mirror of that?? are he and sam not the second generation of a way of life that ostracizes one from society and often results in premature death (dare i say... see: 15x20)? like hunters and monsters are at odds, sure, but in a way that just makes them interesting foils to each other, meaning that he's a mirror to the very thing he can hardly believe exists. very... dean.

#idk. just a strange look into how he thinks of himself and the things he hunts maybe #having thoughts about the winchester bros' childhood(s). yeah.#it feels like a look into the fact that he really did internalize the things john taught him. good writing. my favorite ghost in the show i #john winchester haunting the narrative #like it feels like a continuation of the whole 'i could never have anything in common with a monster' thing that he had going on during #sam's demon blood addiction arc #mmmm. dean you have changed so much but you never change. god #spn #the brothers winchester #dean #theo.txt #and im sure im not the first one to have thought of this but god these characters make me insane

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shirtlesssammy · 6 years

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13x16 Bullet Point Rambles

A holy oil fire bomb is a new way to kill something evil! Whatever works.

What did Dean say? Never buy anything from Moosilvania? This is where Sam is from, right? Citizen of Moosilvania.

Hey! Sam smiled when they joked about killing Barney! Aw, Sam. We like to see you smile, however briefly.

Guys. Dean's never had a TV before! (We’re not counting the viewing station in Sam’s room.) We're only crying a little.

I prefer Fortress of Dean-i-tude.

I suspect I may do nothing but ecstatically quote this episode in our full recap.

“When it's important you make time, Sammy.” Truer words, Dean.

AH they talk about the Trickster. Is he dead, Sam? IS HE? Goddamn glorious.

Guys they even changed the font for the credits! I...love this.

“Our ghosts don't wear masks and we don't have a talking dog,” Sam says. “I don't know. Cas is kind of like a talking dog.” Damn it, Dean. <crying laughing emoji>

“There are no words in this newspaper, DEAN.”

Aw, Sam is so long suffering with his nerdy brother.

Sam wants to skip to the end of the episode but... “Sometimes it's about the journey, not the destination.” Dean, you are learning so much.

I’m watching this bedroom pairing (girls v boys) with my Tumblr glasses firmly on.

Dean is wearing a sleeping robe and it’s like he’s wrapped in hugs??? God, Dean is you are too precious.

“We should look for evidence. Like fingerprints. Or fluids!” Velma says cheerfully. Sam's reaction gives me LIFE.

“Castiel! It sounds like a great Italian pizza place.” Mmmm delicious Castiel.

Hey guys.

Who wants to play a game?

It’s called “everything can be Destiel.” It’s fun!

Dean would take a bullet for Scooby. He just loves that dog so much. Castiel is like the Winchester’s talking dog. Ergo, he loves Cas so much. Listen. I can make that work, okay? This is Tumblr. I’m allowed.

Castiel’s story: the tree with the fruit was guarded by a pack of djinn. He killed some and bargained for the rest and he might be married to their queen. I love this? Castiel. You glorious tuna fish.

This ghost is....running away from Fred, yes?

Oh my god this death is so grisly. I love it.

Wonderful. “I once led armies and now I'm paired with a scruffy philistine and a talking dog.” Castiel. Yes.

“I've never seen a ghost wear such a ridiculous costume.” LOL

Yay a Scooby chase montage! With doors! And SCRAPPY DOO!

Man, it would be pretty baller if the writers of Scooby Doo just killed off Shaggy. ”Like, hello, broken arm here!”

“AM I GOING TO HELL?” Wow Daphne. Wow.

“That's a Scooby don't.”

I like the cartoon incarnation of the salt circle man! Bad ass. That looks great.

I need Daphne with two shotguns, okay? I NEED this is my life. Artists, please. PLEASE.

Aaaaaw Cas healed Shaggy in secret! Adorable.

“I will miss your wise words and your gentle spirits.” Cas, YOU are too precious for this world.

I like the live action Scooby stuff in the end...with a bad real estate developer as the culprit. Nice. Also Nerd Dean is definitely my favorite Dean.

#spn 13x16 #scoobynatural #supernatural season 13 #spn thoughts

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1-2: Curses All Around (8-End)

☙①❧ | ☙②❧ | ☙③❧ | ☙④❧ | ☙⑤❧ | ☙⑥❧ | ☙⑦❧ | ☙⑧❧

Sam opened his eyes and a smile immediately sprang to his face as he turned to run his fingers through the blonde curls to his left.

"What about me?" a voice called from his right as she snaked her fingers up around his chest.

"There's enough Sam for everyone," he whispered as both faeries giggled. "I just need to check on my sister," he sat up and crawled off the bed. Without bothering with a single stitch of clothing, he walked through the suite to the adjoining room and peeked in to find Lily within a pile of men and women, all covered in various colors of glitter.

He smiled as he glanced down at his chest to see himself covered in glitter as well.

"Mmmm, good morning," Lily offered him a sleepy smile as she grazed her eyes over her brother's nude body.

"You were right," he grinned at her. "Faerie sex is awesome."

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she stretched out her arms and yawned. "I want to go to Poseidon Gardens today and bathe in the volcanic springs."

"When in Rome..."

She burst into a bright smile. "You know I have a thing for water, right?"

"No," he pushed a woman out of the way and sat on the edge of her bed. "Tell me."

"I'm not sure what it is, but I get... so excited when I pass a lake, stream, river, ocean... whatever. It's like it calls to me. I have to get it."

"Could it have something to do with Llyr's blood running through your veins?"

"Quite possibly," she grinned.

He reached over the man to her side and ran his fingers down her bare arm, to her hand, and then laced his fingers through hers. She flashed her eyes up to meet his as a breath caught in her throat. "What do we do with the Nymphs?"

"We let them wake up on their own," she slid out from between a man and woman and climbed onto his lap. There, they stared into one another's eyes for a moment before she walked off to grab her things.

Dean had just dozed off and was jolted awake when his phone rang. "Sammy?" he answered before realizing that he had received a text. He then pulled the phone back to view the dozens of photos Sam and Lily had taken the night before.

He sighed as he threw the phone down and walked into the kitchen for coffee. "They're in Rome."

Castiel took a look at the photos. "They are indulging in alcohol, drugs, and sex."

"What are those blue marks on Lily's arms?" Garth pointed out. "She looks like a Pictish warrior."

"I've never seen them before," Dean rubbed his eyes before taking a drink of his coffee.

"You seem stressed, Dean," Castiel watched him.

"I'm sitting here, waiting for my brother and sister to have sex, Cas. Yeah, a bit."

"It may not be as bad as you think."

He and Garth both glared at him.

"Throughout history, siblings have married; half-siblings even more so. The Egyptians, Incas, Japanese, Koreans... to keep royal bloodline pure, they intermarried..."

"Please stop," he rolled his eyes.

"Cain even married his sister..."

"You are not helping, Cas. Please!"

"You and Sam... and I suppose even Lily now are descendants of Cain and Abel. Perhaps this was meant to happen?"

"It is the least heinous of the sins they could commit to break this curse," Garth actually supported Castiel's argument.

"Wrong is wrong," he shook his head.

"Well... it is up to Dionysus' discretion..."

Dean stopped and walked up to him. "What did you say?"

"The curse, it was given to Dionysus to govern. It's up to him to break it. When he is appeased, it will break."

He began to laugh and patted him on the back. "Cass, you're a genius!" he walked out to the garden and looked around before finding a spot of grass and dropping to his knees. "Oh, Great Dionysus... please hear my prayer... I would really like your help in this curse business of my siblings..." he waited for a moment. "The God of wine and pleasure, right? I've got a whole cellar of honey wine I'm sure my sister wouldn't mind parting with..." he looked up to see a tall, tanned man in a black suit standing before him.

"You called?" he waited.

"Dionysus?" he looked him over. "Aren't you supposed to be fat and eating grapes or something?"

He cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head. "That was centuries ago, I've slimmed down. You can still have fun and be fit."

"Touche," he rose to his feet. "About this curse..."

"Your brother and sister are having the time of their lives. Lily is showing Sam the world and doing it without hiding behind her false face. She's being the Fae she was born to be."

"What are they doing to break the curse?"

He smiled at him. "What would you like for them to do?"

"The tablet wasn't exactly specific."

"No, but it is powerful. They are fighting a lot of their impulses, but starting to lose out against them."

He sighed as he looked around the garden.

"The reason these curses were so vague was to allow the nature of the persons or people who touch them to guide them. It is not in their nature to sodomize animals, eat human flesh, or kill someone they love."

"It's not exactly in their nature to sleep with their sibling, either."

"But it is in their blood, isn't it?"

"So what happens when the curse is broken, huh? They're just supposed to go back to the way it was a week ago? This will ruin them."

"The third curse is the least of their worries, dear boy. They're about to revive Biccus and open a portal to the Cauldron of Wisdom. If I were you, I'd be more worried about that."

In a flash, he was gone.

Lily floated in the rich, hot waters and closed her eyes for a moment as she tried her damndest to fight the curse and think. Her mind was swarmed with a warm flood of thoughts as she realized that her grandfather was speaking to her. She caught one specific idea as her eyes flashed open to find Sam in front of her.

"I got another text from Dean," he knelt in the water in front of her. "The only way to break the curse is to give in."

"I know," she sighed.

"I'm getting really tired of fighting it, Lily. I don't know how much more I can take."

"I have an idea..." she placed her hand on his chest. "But you'll have to trust me... completely."

"I've trusted you since the moment I realized you were my sister."

She ran her fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Not here," she whispered.

"Every moment I can't kiss you is causing me pain..." he gritted his teeth.

"Shhhhh, I know, Sammy," she pushed his hair out of his face. "I know," she pressed her forehead against his. "I'll make it better, I promise."

"If the final curse works like the first two," Dean spoke to Garth and Castiel, "Then they'll have to come back here to activate the final sigil."

"I would assume so," Castiel nodded in agreement. "That will most likely open the portal."

"Then where is Biccus in all this?" Garth asked.

"We're still missing something," Dean walked over to the cask and dropped to his knees. He opened the lid and threw it open before searching the inside. He grabbed the linen that had protected the tablets for centuries and tossed it aside before running his fingers over the velvety lining and came across a hole in the lid.

Castiel made a face and turned to find Dean opening a secret compartment in the lid of the cask. "You know, since touching activated the tablets, I'd be careful..."

He discovered a box and opened it to find a brass ring holding an enormous red stone between two talons. The urge to pick up the ring was overwhelming, he had never felt quite such a call to anything as he was to touch the ring. His ears began to ring and his body filled with pain as the need to touch the ring overwhelmed him.

"Dean?" Garth watched him as his eyes widened in excitement and he picked the ring up out of the box. His eyes began to glow red as he rose to his feet and his lips spread into a wide smile.

Sam paced the floor as he waited for Lily to return from her secret endeavor. When the door opened, he turned to find her walk in with a man and woman he had never seen before. He stopped and frowned as he watched them glance at one another and turn to him.

Lily turned and locked the door before turning back to find all three sets of eyes waiting. "Names are not necessary," she swallowed nervously before walking over to the desk and reaching for the letter opener. She quickly sliced the palm of her hand before handing the opener to Sam.

Sam watched as she raised her bleeding hand to the woman and waited. The woman smiled and touched her cut before licking her finger. Within the blink of an eye, she had turned into a genetic replica of Lily. He became excited as he did the same and watched as the shapeshifter turned into a clone of him.

Lily winked at him before taking the hand of the Sam without a sliced palm and pulling him to her bed. He smiled before diving in to press his lips against hers and swoop her into his arms to carry her off to his bed.

Biccus, with the aid of Dean's body, finished taping Garth up and placing him in the greenhouse just after he repaired Lily's angel warding and ridded himself of Castiel by the time he saw Sam and Lily walk through the house and head straight for the tablet. He smiled as he took his time in returning to the house.

Sam looked around as Lily reached for the tablet. "Where is everyone?"

She stopped and looked around as well. "Not sure."

He stopped her by grabbing her hand. "Do you really think it worked?"

"I really hope so," she let out a deep breath before placing her hand onto the tablet. He followed by placing his hand over hers. The tablet began to change and glow into the final sigil as they stepped back and stared at the three tablets.

As if on autopilot, they held hands and began chanting as all three tablets glowed red and disappeared. Sam reached for them and threw them into the fireplace as the brick began to break away and stir. A huge portal flashed brightly as wind whipped throughout he house. The siblings squeezed one another's hands before walking through.

Dean peeked out from the pillar behind them and smiled as his eyes glowed red and he jumped in behind them.

Lily and Sam stepped into the dark, dank cave and looked around. In the center was a roaring fire and upon it a cauldron, bubbling with golden liquid. Overlooking the cauldron was a woman with the longest, curliest strawberry blonde hair either had ever seen. As they approached her, Lily's skin began to crawl with swirly blue markings and she noticed that her attire had changed to that of what resembled Xena, Warrior Princess.

"Daughter of Neimh," the blonde looked her over. "You have found your way to the Cauldron of Wisdom. What is it you wish to know?"

"Cerridwen," she felt the need to bow. "My brother and I..."

"Half-brother," she interrupted her.

"He is my brother," she corrected her. "We are here as a result of breaking a curse, nothing more. We want nothing."

"Speak for yourself!"

They turned around to see Dean standing there in the armor of a Roman soldier, his eyes glowing bright red.

"Biccus, I presume," Cerridwen called to him. "Right on time."

Lily frowned as she turned back to Cerridwen. "This was a test?"

"In which family do your loyalties lie, Lilwen? The House of Adam, or the House of Llyr?

She looked down at her leather armor, carved with intricate celtic designs and noticed a sword hanging from her hip. She knew. She knew if she used the magic of her family, it would bind her to the Sidhe. She also knew that using her magic was the only way to save Dean from being bound to Biccus for the rest of eternity.

"Out of my way, Faerie," Dean demanded as he drew his sword. "I have earned a drink from the Cauldron."

"You've earned nothing," she angered as she drew her own sword.

He smiled as Sam shifted his feet, looking for something to use to help her. There were no weapons in the cave, save the one brought and he had nothing.

"I've got this, Sam," she waved her hand and pushed him to the side of the cave.

"No, Lily! You don't have to do this alone," he pleaded.

"Yes, I do," she briefly met eyes with him before swinging her sword to defend herself against Dean.

Sam watched helplessly from against the cold stone wall as his brother and sister fought. It became apparent very early on that Lily was completely outmatched by the Roman soldier's sword and he began to fear the worst.

That was, until, Lily produced two replicas of herself that surrounded him. He wasn't sure which was really her and began to swing his sword around, missing the real Lily. She in turn elbowed him in the gut. When he fell over, she placed her right hand on his forehead and her eyes began to glow gold. She mumbled off a few very ancient Celtic words as Dean dropped his sword and fell to his knees. He opened his mouth as his eyes began to glow brighter before the ring fell from his finger. He blinked once more before his eyes returned to normal.

"Lily?" he looked up at her as she released Sam. She panted, dropping her shoulders before turning around to Carridwen.

"You used the magic of your family to save your human brothers. You have earned a drink from the Cauldron."

She glanced down at the bubbling cauldron. "I'm not sure I'm ready for the responsibility that drink would come with."

The Goddess slowly began to smile. "It will be here when you are, Lilwen Manon Winchester."

Lily's face fell into surprise. "So I'm free to return?"

"You chose both families, you are bound to both. You did well," she nodded proudly.

"Thank you," she bowed before turning to her waiting brothers.

"Where do I even start?" Dean asked her.

"Later," she took his hand before reaching for Sam's. A portal began to form until the entire cave was filled with wind and they walked through it.

The three Winchester siblings stood silently in Lily's living room and stared at the walls for a moment, taking in all that had happened over the previous week. Finally, Sam turned to his sister and looked down at her.

"Are you... okay?"

Tears filled her eyes as she finally allowed her shoulders to relax. "I will be. You?"

"I need a drink," he walked off to the bar.

She nodded in agreement before walking off to the back porch and taking a seat, looking down in the water of her coi pond. Dean walked out and sat in the seat beside her.

"Lily?" he asked for the fourth time.

"Hmm?" she turned and looked up at him.

"Are you all right, sis?"

She fought with her emotions as she shook her head and looked away.

"I take it... the third curse..."

"We didn't do it," she informed him. "I cheated the curse."

"Then why can neither of you look the other in the eye?"

She sighed as tears welled in her eyes. "We used shapeshifters. It wasn't technically us..." her lip began to tremble, "But it was him," she clamped her eyes shut.

His heart broke at her torment as he reached over and took her hand. "It wasn't him..."

"But it looked like him... felt like him," she whispered. "I thought we were cheating... but it was just as bad."

"And what was the alternative, huh? You did what you had to do. You found a loophole, you didn't do it."

"Then why does it feel like I did?" she looked up to find Sam watching them from the doorway.

"Dean, could you give us a minute?"

He nodded, sighed, and kissed his sister's forehead before walking off into the house. Lily rose to her feet and waited as her brother approached her.

"Sam..."

"What the hell are you doing to yourself, Lil? Huh?"

"You're telling me..."

"We had no control over anything, at least... I didn't. You did. You fought the curse and won."

"Did I?"

"Think about this for a moment. Think about what we'd be doing right now if you hadn't thought about bringing in the shapeshifters. How do you think that would feel?"

She was speechless.

"You did what you had to do, we both did. The curse is broken. You won the right to stay here with us... Celebrate that."

"I can't get the images out of my mind."

"Do you honestly think I can?" he sniffed before wiping under his nose with the back of his hand. "It wasn't me. And the only reason it wasn't is because of you. You kept me from making the biggest mistake of my entire life. I can't..." he momentarily lost his voice. "I can't imagine what I would do if I'd woken up this morning with my sister in my bed. Because of you, I didn't have to."

Her shoulders began to shake as the floodgates breached. He threw his arms around her and held on tight as they both cried, the stress of the entire ordeal releasing as they comforted one another.

"I love you, Lily," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you too, Sam," she closed her eyes and held on tight.

〈⍟ Part 7 •:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾ ⍟ ☽

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I Believe in Miracles: Part 3

Characters: Cas x Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Word Count: ~3,200 Warnings: I think we all know where this is going, but stripping. There is stripping. Winchester snark, a reeeaaaalllllly tiny outfit that should never be used for this particular activity, insinuated violence, and some more stripping. A/N: This is the final part of the series that I wrote for @winchesterprincessbride‘s challenge, so if you haven’t read the first two yet, you can catch up to part 1 here and part 2 here! This was beta’d by the lovely @trexrambling and @pinknerdpanda and I love them more than I love most things on this planet. I hope you enjoy! As usual, tags are at the bottom. If you’re missing or would like to be added, please let me know!!

The corner booth of a diner...still somewhere in Nebraska

“Alright, Cas, you’ve got your name, you’ve got your song. We’ve gone over the basic moves you’ll need if you even have to go on stage. Do you have your outfit?”

The angel nodded, “Yes. It is...um...it is in my pocket.”

Dean choked back a snort at the realization that what Cas had planned to wear was small enough to fit in his coat pocket. Cas glared at him and tilted his head, and Dean waved him off, “I’m sorry man, this whole thing is just...I didn’t think our lives could get any weirder.”

“There are days where I think that staying in Heaven would have been a wiser choice.”

Dean laughed, “Awe, come on Cas, how many angels can say they stripped to-” he was interrupted by his phone ringing, “Hello? Oh hey, Sammy. Awesome, she’s okay? Yea, I bet...wait, what? You had to fight a what now? Well, shit. Are there any more?.....What do you mean you don’t know? No, no...I understand...what….hello? Hey Y/N...stop yelling! You want me to do what….dude, that’s sick. I’m sorry, I didn’t expect….yep. Okay. You got it...well, not that part, but yea...okay. Bye.”

He hung up, and Cas looked at him expectantly, “Well? Is she okay? What did she say?”

Dean couldn’t help but smile at Cas’s obvious reaction to Y/N being found, “Slow down there, big fella. She’s fine. She told me to do some not so nice things to myself, and possibly Sam, and then she told me to tell you hello. They are on their way back now.” Cas sighed in relief, “This is good, it means I do not have to go inside and pretend to be a stripper.”

“Whoa-oh-oh, that is not what that means,” Dean said as he shook his head, “I said Y/N was coming back with Sam, but we still haven’t destroyed the talisman yet. Apparently ol’ Xochipilli has a few tricks up his sleeve. Y/N and Sam just had to kill some statue he brought to life. They don’t know if there are any more, but if I were a gambling man I’d put my money on there being more. We’re winging it at this point, but I’d say if we take out the god, we also take out the statues he brought to life.” Dean nodded toward the bathroom and wiggled his eyebrows, “Time to suit up, champ.”

Cas sighed, “Is this really necessary? Are we sure I cannot just use my angel powers to take care of it?”

Dean shook his head, “Too many witnesses. This will be much better, I promise. Now, go on in there and change your clothes. It’s time to head over and get signed up.”

Cas begrudgingly got up and slowly walked to the bathroom. Dean waved over the waitress, “Do you have any more of that cherry pie?” He asked with a smile, and winked when the waitress blushed. She walked away and he sighed happily to himself; tonight was turning out to be a pretty good evening. Someone cleared their throat and he looked up to see Cas standing in front of him, still in his long trench coat. “Did you actually change clothes?”

Cas nodded, “It’s...um...it’s all I have on under this coat.” Dean glanced down and noticed the bundle of clothes Cas was holding in his hand.

“Oh...okay...so that’s...alright. How ‘bout we head out of here then, it’s a little...I bet it’s drafty.” Dean bit back his laughter as he walked over to the counter, “I’m going to need to take that cherry pie to go.”

Outside Poppin’ Pacoani

“Dean, I do not think I can do this. You said that you and Sam would have this wrapped up before I would need to be on stage, and you do not even know where this god is. I cannot go on that stage.”

Dean patted Cas on the back, “Of course you can. You’ve got the outfit, you’ve got the name, you’ve got the song. You’ve researched all the moves that you will need, you’ll be fine. Sam should be here soon, and I’ll probably already have it taken care of by then. Let’s go inside, get you signed up, and see what we see.”

“I thought you were banned for life, how are you going to get inside without getting caught?”

Dean slipped on the glasses he used while hunting hellhounds and a baseball cap, “It’s called a disguise, Cas. See?”

Cas shook his head, “I can still see that it is you. I do not see what you are disguising.”

“It doesn’t matter, come on.” Dean pulled the door open and ushered Cas inside. It was dimly lit as they walked over to the counter, “Is this where my friend here can sign up for amateur night?”

The woman behind the counter shoved a piece of paper at him and nodded without looking up from her magazine, “We need your stage name, what song you’ll be usin’, and your real name in the event that you win any prizes. Do you have your own costume, or do you need one of ours?”

Dean grabbed the paper and began scribbling down the information she’d asked for, “No, we’re good, he has his own.”

“Great. You’ll need to head through the main doors, then make a left and go up a couple of steps, go down that hallway, and make a right. They’ll tell you what to do from there.”

“Thanks. Come on, buddy.” They began walking towards the staging area when a large hand settled on Cas’s arm and stopped him mid stride.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Dean turned to face the source of the voice and had to look up. The man was easily a foot taller than him with dark hair that was swept up into a bundle at the base of his neck. Tattoos wound up and down his arms, the geometric patterns almost mesmerizing, and his dark brown, almost black, eyes looked like deep pits.

Dean’s eyes traveled down and rested on the tear shaped pendant that he was wearing, “That’s a nice necklace.”

The man gave a passing look at Dean, then focused back on Cas, “Don’t tell me you’re here for amateur night?” Cas nodded and looked at Dean, clearly confused. “Mmmm, good. You look like you’ll fit right in.” He pulled Cas from Dean and began to walk away with him while they talked, “It’s hard to believe that you’re an amateur...are you sure you haven’t had experience with this kind of thing before?” Cas shook his head and looked back over his shoulder at Dean as if asking what he should do. Dean just shrugged and slowly began moving in the direction Xochipilli was taking Cas.

Just as they turned the corner, Dean’s phone rang, “Hello?”

“Dean, we’re outside of the club. What’s going on?”

“Well, our friend Xochipilli has taken Cas to where the other strippers get ready to go on stage. He’s huge, Sam. I’m talking ‘you look small next to him’ huge. It’s definitely him though, I saw the pendant, I just didn’t get a chance to grab it. I followed them, but the entrance where he took Cas has a bouncer, and I don’t think my disguise is as good as I let Cas believe. He seemed pretty interested though, so I’m going to assume he’s going to come back out to watch Cas dance.” Dean heard Y/N start giggling uncontrollably in the background, “Had you not told her yet?”

“No, but she seems to think that it’s a good idea. Actually, we’re heading in now. Hopefully it’s dark enough in there that they don’t recognize me...or her. You know what, I don’t think we thought this through very well.”

“Story of our lives, Sam. Just get in here.” Dean looked around the room and found a table in the darkest corner that also had the best vantage point. He nonchalantly walked over and sat down with his back towards the wall so that he could see everything and not have anything sneak up on him. A moment later Sam and Y/N arrived, both of them looking a little worse for wear. Y/N sat down next to Dean, and he reached over to pluck cornsilk out of her hair. Dean looked at Sam and laughed, “Where the hell did you get that cowboy hat?”

Sam glared at him, “Shut up. It’s the only thing I could find in the trunk of the car I stole, and I’m not excited that I had to put some stranger's hat on. It’s gross.”

Sam looked around the club poutily and Dean turned his attention back to Y/N, “How are you feeling? Seems like you had quite the adventure the past couple of days.”

She rolled her eyes, “If you want to call it an adventure. I’d like to call it the bad ‘shroom trip I’m going to forget ever happened’.” Dean looked at her quietly for a moment, and finally she broke the silence, “What?”

“Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

Y/N laughed, “After all this, and what we still have to do, and your main concern is where I learned how to pole dance?”

Dean shrugged, “I mean, it’s a valid question. Also, tattoos? Do I even know you, Y/N?”

Y/N winked, “Not as well as you’d like to, Winchester.” Her eyes widened when she saw a large figure looming toward the front fire exit, “There he is.”

Dean nodded, “Sam...we need to move.”

Both brothers took off and left Y/N to watch as they flanked the large, ancient god. Y/N thought a god would know when two humans were about to move in, but between their stealth and the fact that his attention was on the blue-eyed angel that was nervously peeking through the side curtain, he didn't stand a chance. Sam grabbed him and pulled him through the fire exit and Dean slipped through after them, the door shutting with a quiet click that you'd have to be paying attention to to even notice.

Five minutes went by, then ten. Amateur dancers began traipsing across the stage, one right after the other, although Y/N wasn’t paying much attention to them. Her eyes were on the curtains to the far left where she would occasionally glimpse a shock of dark brown hair and bright blue eyes looking to see if the Winchesters were going to save him from certain fate.

Y/N jumped when Sam threw himself down in the chair next to her, breathing heavily, but otherwise okay. Dean slid into the seat on the other side of her, the tiniest bit of blood spatter on his neck giving away what he’d been up to just moments before. She motioned to Dean’s neck, “You’ve got a little...Aztec god...on your neck. Just there.”

Dean absent-mindedly wiped it away as he watched the stage, “Is Cas up yet?”

Y/N looked at him, her eyebrow raised, “I thought you were supposed to stop him if you took care of it fast enough?” Sam and Dean looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with suppressed glee, and Y/N rolled her eyes, “You guys are the literal worst. You promised him-” She was interrupted by the announcer.

“Ladies, gentlemen too if you’re into this kind of thing, we have a special treat for you tonight. All the way here from Dusseldorf, Germany, a blue eyed devil you have to see to believe, welcome to the stage Felix von Weinerschnitzel!” The curtain was thrown open, and Cas awkwardly walked onto the stage, his eyes narrowed in the glare of the spotlight.

He was still wearing his trenchcoat, and Sam elbowed Dean, “Dude, why is he still in his trenchcoat?”

Dean’s eyes were squeezed shut as he laughed silently to himself, and all he could do was shake his head at Sam. “Just wait,” he managed to wheeze out.

Y/N glared at Sam and Dean, “You two are just awful. That’s your friend up there, and you could have easily stopped this from happening…” Y/N trailed off as the beginning notes of Cas’s song began to play. Y/N looked at Dean with wide eyes, “You didn't.” All Dean was able to do was nod as he bent over, his arm on his knee, and wipe tears from his eye.

As the guitar moved into its opening riff, Cas began to sway back and forth as he unbuttoned his trench coat to the beat, and Y/N’s jaw dropped as the coat fell away to reveal what was, without a doubt, the skimpiest pair of lederhosen she had ever seen.

I believe in miracles Where you from You sexy thing, sexy thing you

Since you came along

You sexy thing

Sam was doubled over laughing, and Dean had finally caught his breath and was watching Cas with a proud smile. Y/N, without looking at either Winchester, muttered, “Cas is freakin’ ripped.” Dean was thrown into another round of hysterics, but Y/N couldn’t stop watching as Cas slowly pulled off his trenchcoat and threw it to the side.

Where did you come from, baby?

How did you know I needed you?

He moved to the pole and gripped it tightly, slowly spinning around while keeping his eyes on the crowd. He dropped suddenly, rolling his body back up slowly, and the crowd cheered.

How did you know I needed you so badly?

How did you know I’d give my heart so gladly?

Yesterday I was one of the lonely people

Now you’re lying close to me, making love to me

Y/N felt a blush creep across her cheeks as Cas looked into the crowd and caught her eye. Despite having kept a straight face the entire time, the moment their eyes locked Cas smiled slightly, and Y/N realized that she’d held her breath the entire time he’d been dancing around the pole.

“He just dropped it like it was hot,” Dean snorted, and Sam howled with laughter.

Y/N gave Dean a stern look, “Did you choose this song on purpose?”

Dean smiled and shook his head, “I just thought it would be funny, someone singing about miracles while a literal angel was stripping...but it does seem to hit a little close to home, doesn’t it?”

Y/N crossed her arms, “Shut up.” Her eyes shifted back to watch Cas, who had lifted himself up on the pole and, with one leg wrapped around it as he held on with one hand, spun slowly back to the ground.

Where did you come from, angel?

How did you know I’d be the one?

Did you know you’re everything I prayed for?

Cas stood with his back against the pole, and his hands grasped above his head as his hips swayed back and forth. He met Y/N’s eyes again as he slowly slid down the pole and then rolled back up.

Did you know, every night and day for?

Every day, needing love and satisfaction

Now you’re lying next to me, giving it to me

The music faded, and Cas paused awkwardly for a moment, then took a bow as the crowd stood and cheered. He waved, gathered up his trench coat, and hurried off the stage. Sam and Dean had both stood and were clapping, but Y/N remained seated, her heart racing as she realized what she had just seen and heard.

Dean looked over at her and grinned, “You okay?”

Y/N looked up slowly, “Did he understand that song? Or did you just pick it out for him?”

Dean shrugged, “I was under the assumption that he knew what he was doing. He’s an angel, not a newborn.” Dean’s phone went off, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Come on, our little Elizabeth Berkley is outside waiting for us.”

Sam laughed, “I wonder if he’s as excited and scared as she was.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she pushed her chair in and followed Sam and Dean outside, “Enough with the Saved by the Bell references. Dumb asses.” Y/N slowed down as she approached Cas, who was now back in his regular suit and trench coat, “Hey, Cas.”

“Hello, Y/N.”

Sam coughed and nudged Dean, and the two wandered towards the Impala, leaving Y/N and Cas alone.

“Thank you for...umm...for doing that. I know that was probably the last thing you wanted to do so...thanks.”

“You do not need to thank me, Y/N. I would...well, I would do anything to help you. Although I must be honest, I really wish Sam and Dean had been able to stop Xochipilli before I got on stage.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “Cas...they did. They were sitting with me the whole time.” Cas looked over at the brothers, who were leaning against the Impala and pretending not to stare at them, and sighed.

“That is not amusing in the slightest.”

Y/N laughed, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you did an amazing job.” Cas looked at her and smiled slightly. “Also, I have to ask...did you pick that song on purpose?”

“Dean technically picked it out, but I may have thought it was a fitting choice.”

Y/N moved closer and straightened Cas’s tie, “You think I’m a sexy thing?”

Cas had looked down at where her hands were fidgeting with his tie, and then looked up at her through his thick lashes, “I think you are a beautiful woman, if that is what you are asking.”

Y/N crooked her finger under his chin and brought his eyes level with hers, “Well...you’re everything I’ve ever prayed for...Felix von Weinerschnitzel.” She leaned in and kissed him softly, and Cas pulled her closer, his hands buried in her hair. When they finally pulled away from each other, Cas rested his forehead gently against Y/N’s, and she smiled, “I do believe in miracles.”

Cas chuckled, “Well, I am an Angel of the Lord so it is only fitting.”

1 Month Later…

The bunker door slammed shut and Sam quickly descended the stairs, flipping through mail as he went.

“Dean, one of your magazines came in!”

“I’m in the library!”

Sam walked into the library and threw the magazine down on the table Dean was sitting at, then went back to sorting mail, pausing in confusion at one of the labels, “What the hell….Castiel Winchester?”

Dean’s eyes widened, and he grabbed the envelope from Sam. “What is that?” Dean ripped open the envelope and cheered, “He won! He freakin’ won!”

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, “First of all, opening someone else’s mail is a felony. Second, who won what? Cas?”

Dean grinned, “When we had that case in Nebraska, I signed in Cas. It asked for an address, because if you win amateur night you win $300. I put our PO box down.” Dean waved the check around, “Where is Clarence, anyway?”

Sam shrugged and sat down to open his mail, “Somewhere with Y/N probably, why?”

“No reason,” Dean smiled, “but maybe we should have him do stuff like that more often.”

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quiescentcastiel · 7 years

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Through the Gates of Hell

this took me way too long to write/post lmao. 2.3k, T, dean/cas, sort of 12x23 coda, resurrection bitches, fluff and angst ha!

He woke suddenly, his heart racing, and sat up in his bed. For a moment, Dean couldn’t remember how he got there, but as he blinked hard, feeling around the bedside table for his phone, the memories flooded back into his mind.

It was ok. Everything was ok. Hell, everything was perfect, and yet for some God forsaken reason Dean still woke up in the middle of the night plagued by all the memories of his previous life. He had to let it go now; he had to leave his past behind. But no matter how hard he tried, the image of blood soaked hands would always find some way to push to the foreground of his mind sending shocks of desperate panic throughout his body.

Dean checked his phone. It was 2:07am. He’d forgotten to dim the screen down before he’d fallen asleep, and the light at full brightness burned the back of his eyeballs. It made him scowl, but it also was the little switch that erased the memories of this night’s dreams from his mind. He quickly turned the phone back off and laid it back on his bedside table.

Sighing and leaning back against the headboard, he let his eyes fall to the figure lying next to him. Dean couldn’t help smiling as he slid back down next to his best friend, watching the covers moved steadily with Cas’ rhythmic breathing. It was still hard to believe that everything had worked out so well, but death always did have a way of revealing certain truths. Dean couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done had Jack not brought Cas back to life. Not that he felt entirely comfortable with that fact, however. Nothing felt right, yet everything was perfect. More than perfect really; Dean could simply reach out and wrap his arms around Cas’ warm body. In fact he-

“You’re thinking so loud that you woke me up.”

Dean blinked. He’d been boring holes into the back of Cas’ head with his eyes and had not realized that he was no longer asleep. “Mmmm, sorry.”

Cas shifted, turning himself around to face Dean and reaching his arm out to find one of his hands. Face to face, Cas’ eyes glinted in the dull light that was shining from under the door.

“What’re you thinking about?” he murmured sleepily, rubbing his thumb over Dean’s knuckles.

“Nothing. Just a weird dream is all.”

Cas blinked and then frowned slightly as he read behind what Dean wasn’t telling him. “Was it a nightmare again?”

“Nah, just a bad dream. I can’t even remember what about.” That was true, for all intents and purposes, but Dean’s nightmares came from real memories, and those he couldn’t so easily forget.

“There’s nothing to fear,” Cas soothed. “You know there’s no evil in this world; that’s why we’re here.”

“Is that what you tell yourself every morning?” said Dean. It must’ve come out a little harsher than he’d intended because Cas’ eyes widened slightly. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t get bad dreams too.”

Cas stopped rubbing Dean’s hands but tightened his grip.

“Only of losing you, Dean.”

Dean flinched, tearing his eyes away from Cas and swinging his legs off the bed. He sat up, letting the sheets fall to his waist. His back was to Cas, but he knew that his eyes hadn’t left him.

“Is that all?” Dean murmured. “What about all the people you’ve hurt? You’ve killed or condemned hundreds.”

“Atrocities which, in this world, neither you nor I have committed.”

“Doesn’t mean they never happened,” Dean said bitterly. “This world may be perfect, but I’m definitely not.”

“So?”

“So I don’t deserve to be here,” Dean snapped. He pushed away the sheets clinging to his body and got off the bed. On his way out of the bedroom, he grabbed a dressing gown.

He should’ve been surprised to see Charlie alive and sitting in the kitchen of the bunker, but many things had changed in the last couple weeks. Well, except for the fact that she still had a terrible sleep schedule.

“Morning, Dean,” she said quietly. She held up a mug. “Kinda fresh coffee?”

“Uh.” He debated whether he was going to try to sleep more tonight, but nowhere in his mind did that seem like a likely possibility. “Yeah, sure. I’ll get it.”

He shuffled over to the coffee pot, grabbing himself a mug from a high shelf. Once his mug was filled, Dean took a sip. It was lukewarm, but sent a cleansing feeling through Dean’s body. He set the mug down on the table opposite Charlie and pulled up a chair.

“You find anything interesting in the Men of Letters records?” he asked. The books about monsters in this Men of Letters library was all theoretical. Hell, the all books in this world about anything supernatural were nothing more than fiction. Though dead and gone as usual, the Men of Letters had been a secret organization of a more Dexter like operation. This bunker was instead protection for nuclear war, killer-virus outbreak, or any other armageddon that humans could bring upon themselves.

“Yeah, but nothing I want to talk about at two in the morning,” Charlie said, shuddering. “I gave up on that hours ago.”

“So what are you doing still awake?”

“Um.” Charlie blushed. “Learning sign language for when Sam and Eileen get back.”

Dean grinned. With no hunting to be done, Sam and Eileen had decided to take a roadtrip together to celebrate their recent reunion. “You realize they’re back in two days. How much do you expect to know by then?”

Charlie flipped him off from behind her laptop.

“Impressive. You’re really getting the basics down.”

“I don’t see you making any more progress than me. You’re not forgetting the bet three of us made, are you?”

“Cas is teaching me.”

“Ah. Must be nice to have a boyfriend fluent in everything,” Charlie teased.

“All our efforts are pointless anyways. You know Kevin is gonna turn up with an ASL vocabulary big enough to give Cas a run for his money.”

Charlie laughed quietly. “Oh god, I know.”

Dean chuckled too, but there was something sobering about the though of Kevin and Eileen talking. Not to mention Charlie sitting in front of him. He took a sip of his coffee to try to hide the frown on his face from her. She noticed anyway.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” said Dean. He looked away from her, but when he glanced back, she was still watching him. He sighed. “Sometimes it’s just too good to be true.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“It’s just moments like this, with everyone back from the dead, that make me feel the most like something isn’t right; none of this should exist. And then I’ll be stuck wondering, y’know, where are we really? Are we in heaven? Are we dead?”

“You know we’re not, Dean.”

“Then what are we?”

“We’re safe,” said Cas. Dean hadn’t even heard him come in. Cas brushed by him as he sat in the chair next to Dean, continuing to move as quietly and smoothly as a ghost.

A sudden flash behind Dean’s eyes showed Cas lying open eyes in a hospital bed. He pushed it away, but the image was quickly replaced by one of Sam and Eileen getting in a crash on their roadtrip, followed by Charlie getting killed in a mugging.

“Safe. What does that even mean?” Dean asked mockingly, feeling his chest tighten. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to wipe his mind blank, and upon opening his eyes again, he saw Cas and Charlie, alive, staring up at him, their faces deeply concerned. He hadn’t even noticed himself stand up. Shifting his feet uncomfortably, he muttered, “Someone could still get in a car accident or something stupid.”

“I dream of a death so normal,” Cas answered simply.

“Dean, what you’re talking about is a chance in a million, when hunting has directly put your life at risk so many times. Why is this life so much worse?”

“Because life is about putting yourself out on the line to do something right! If I’m gonna die anyway…” Dean stopped and took a breath. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter and more subdued. “I can’t lie and say I’ve never dreamed of this life. I’ve just wished so many times for it all to end that I’d come to terms with the fact that it wouldn’t. Not until I die, and not even past that.”

“But now it has,” said Cas. “It has ended, and you have nothing more to worry about than how to spend the rest of your life with your friends. With me.”

“I can’t possibly deserve this.”

“Yes, you can. You do,” Cas insisted. “All this atonement through hunting was forcing you further and further away from paradise and from believing you deserve to be here.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that people are dying back in the real world.”

“This is the real world,” Cas said firmly.

“There are millions of real worlds,” Charlie added. “Jack is like the multiverse theory personified.”

“Which sounds to me like he’s another monster we should gank.”

“I was probably a monster you should’ve ‘ganked’ when we first met. But you didn’t.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t try.”

“No, but it was for the better…” Cas stared hard at Dean, then looked down, as if he was closing himself off. “Wasn’t it?”

A twang of pain echoed through Dean’s chest. “Of course, Cas.” He sat back down in his chair and pulled Cas’ hands into one of his own. Cas tilted his head up to look at Dean as he wrapped his hand around the back of his neck, letting his fingers ruffle through Cas’ already messy hair.

“I’d go back and punch old me in the face for trying to kill you,” Dean said. A smile flickered on Cas’ face. “But that doesn’t mean that Jack is going to be like you.”

“He’s only done good things so far. He’s done everything he promised.”

“I know,” Dean admitted. “I still don’t think I can trust him.”

“Then trust me,” said Cas, an earnest look in his eye.

Dean gritted his teeth, but then he nodded and closed the last of the distance between them. Cas leaned into the kiss and broke one of his hands free from Dean to reach up to his cheek.

“Ugh, if you two are gonna start being grossly cute, I guess my time here is up.” Charlie rose from her chair, closing her laptop and gathering her stuff up in her arms. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

“Sorry, Charlie.” Dean pulled away from Cas to look up at her. “And, uh, thanks.”

She smiled and walked around the table to put her hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m here for you, Dean.”

“I know.”

“Goodnight, Charlie,” said Cas, lifting his head up tiredly.

She giggled to herself. “Goodmorning, bitches.”

After Dean watched her leave, he turned back around and buried his nose in Cas’ hair. He let his eyes fall shut. It was a good feeling, he couldn’t deny, to have no obligations and no reason not stay up with Cas and sleep through tomorrow instead. Nothing to hunt the next day, nothing to worry about hurting Cas, or Sam, or Eileen, or Charlie, or Kevin, or anyone really. At least nothing that only they knew about and could stop.

“This is it, isn’t it? No monsters, no demons, no angels, nothing.” Dean sighed and leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb. “It’d be nice to know what was happening back there though. I wish I could… I dunno, summon Crowley or something.”

“But Jack put the fragments of his human soul back into his vess-”

“Yeah, I know. And you can bet he’s over there causing trouble.”

“But it’s not our problem anymore.”

As those words echoed throughout the kitchen, something lifted from Dean’s shoulders, and for once he didn’t feel like he was holding the entire world anymore. “It’s not our problem anymore,” he repeated.

Despite the coffee, Dean was sure he’d finally be able to sleep again. He stood up, pulling Cas with him, and lead the two of them back to their shared room. He let go of Cas only to take off his dressing gown and crawl into the other side of the bed. Once there, he immediately scooched over to the middle and pulled Cas into his arms, hugging him tightly, and placing kisses all along Cas’ brow. Cas moved his head to fit in the crook of Dean’s neck and judging by his warm breath, promptly fell asleep. Dean too shut his eyes and found himself slowly drifting away into the dark night.

But a blazing flash tore his eyes open. He looked around, blinking, feeling a cool breeze that could only come from a lake at night. His knees were sunk into the mud; he was no longer lying down, and Cas was no longer warm in his arms. Breath caught in Dean’s throat as he looked down at Cas who was instead crumpled on the ground, ashen wings staining the muddy ground. The warmth of Dean’s vision slowly left him, and he let out a strangled cry.

A foreign hand gripped his shoulder, and Dean turn to look at the stranger leaning over him. It was a man, completely naked, with yellow hair that dripped from his head and yellow eyes that blazed from their sockets. His skin glowed, gaunt and pale in the moonlight, and his voice was an urgent whisper:

“Did you see it, Dean? All that I can do for you.” Every fiber of the man was humming. “Did you see paradise?”

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Natural Born Killers Chapter 8 (Sam x Dean)

Title: Natural Born Killers Chapter 9

Summary: It started as an accident. That’s what it was. But things escalated from there and now the law wants Dean Winchester, one way or another.

Warnings: Language

AN: So, after I wrote this chapter, I realized that same-sex marriage was not legal in California until later. So, let's just pretend this is an AU where it's a little more accepted/legal in the early 2000's.

Present

“Your file says you graduated from St. Joseph high school.” Victor said, looking at Sam.

“That’s right.” Sam said.

“Was this before or after your dad died?” Victor asked.

“Why does it matter?” Sam asked. “I graduated. That’s all that matters, right?”

“I’m just very impressed to be honest.” Victor told him. “I mean, you have to have had at least a hundred schools under your belt. You stayed at St. Joseph for about two years it seems. And then you graduated salutatorian and got a full ride scholarship to Stanford. That’s pretty good for a prime candidate for foster care.” Sam just rolled his eyes. “Tell me about Stanford Sam. What led up to it. All of it.”

****

2001

It was a few days after Dean’s birthday when the envelope showed up. Sam had applied at Stanford, as well as Notre Dame, UCLA, and some various Michigan and Indiana colleges. The trail of letters had slowly been trailing in. But this one was different. And when Sam opened it, he knew his life was going to change.

“Dean?” Sam said into the phone. Dean was at work. He was working a little later throughout the week so he could have his weekends with Sam. It didn’t always work out that way, but since he had proven himself to be such a good mechanic, his boss tried to work things out for him.

“Sammy? What is it? What’s wrong?” Dean asked.

“I have something big to tell you.” Sam said. “I don’t know if I should tell you now though…” Dean’s heart was beating hard. What was wrong with his Sammy? “De?”

“Are you okay?” Dean asked, his voice a little unsure. Sam was smiling, not that Dean could see.

“De, how do you feel about California?” Sam asked.

“What?” Dean asked, confused.

“Well, I got a full ride scholarship to Stanford, so…” Sam said. Dean was silent at the other end of the line. Then Sam heard him yelling and could make out words of excitement.

“Oh my god Sammy! That’s the best news I’ve heard all day!” Dean told him. “When I get home, we’ll celebrate! Fuck, I’m so proud of you!”

****

“I have to live on campus.” Sam groaned as he tossed all his information on the coffee table and dramatically threw himself on the couch. Dean looked up from the movie he was watching.

“Says who?” Dean asked.

“Says Stanford.” Sam said. “The only way I don’t have to is if I have proof I’m living with my parents, there are accommodations that I need that they can’t provide, or I have proof that I’m married or in a domestic partnership.” Sam looked up at Dean. “So I guess I’ll be living in a dorm for at least the first year.”

“Give me some time.” Dean said. “I’ll make sure you can stay with me baby boy.”

****

The big day came not too long after Sam turned 18. He was one of the youngest in his class it seemed, but he was so excited. He had made friends with a bunch of people over the two years he was there, and even walked with Kaelyn, a girl that was in his photography club with him. He had worked his ass off over the past two years, taking as many AP classes and activities as he could to beef him up to colleges. Him and Dean hadn’t been hunting a lot, but he wanted to make sure they never had to rely on hustling pool or anything like that ever again.

Sam gave a beautiful speech and man, Dean was so ready to jump up and applaud every word that came out of his mouth. Dean hadn’t graduated high school, so he didn’t really see the joy in sitting in a gym for hours while kids talked about following their dreams and such. But seeing Sam in that dark blue gown, standing up at the podium to give hi speech, filled Dean’s heart with so much love.

And then he got his diploma and Dean was on his feet, cheering his blushing little brother.

“So where are you off to after this?” Kaelyn asked Sam as they all stood around, hugging each other.

“We’re moving out to Palo Alto so I can attend Stanford in the fall.” Sam said shyly. He didn’t like boasting about himself. Only a few of his friends knew about the full ride.

“That’s right Mr. Smart Stuff.” Kaelyn laughed and hugged him. “Well, I’ll send you my address when I settle in my dorm at the U of M.” She smiled at Sam, like she wanted to ask him something, but Dean came up and put a hand on Sam’s shoulder and Kaelyn blushed. She had a major crush on Dean.

“Well, I’ll send a postcard to your home address when I get settled up in Palo Alto so you have the address.” Sam said. “I’ll miss you Kaelyn.”

“I’ll miss you too Sam. And Dean.” She said, her face turning a bit redder. Sam and Dean made their way towards Baby. Sam had gotten pictures with his friends and they all promised to send him a copy when they were printed. Dean had a disposable camera he had gotten at CVS and the roll was filled with nothing but Sam at his graduation.

“I thought we could order Chinese and stay in for the rest of the night.” Dean told Sam. “The house we picked out over spring break is ready for us to move in. Dan and Tiffany are sad to see us go. They said we’re the best renters they’ve had in awhile.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Sam said, staring out the window. Dean frowned a little. He knew Sam had been stressing about the housing situation for awhile. If he could prove that he needed to live off campus, the money from his scholarship that would be put towards room and board would be given to help offset a rent or mortgage. Because Palo Alto was expensive. But they had found a cute little place not too far from campus. It was the cousin of Dean’s boss’ place, and he wanted to sell to head east.

When they got home, Dean placed an order at the Chinese place and went to their bedroom to watch Sam change out of the dress clothes he had worn under his gown and slid into some sweats and a t-shirt. Dean wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed on his neck.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” Dean murmured against him. “Go sit down and I’ll bring it out.”

“Mmmm, okay.” Sam said, moving away from Dean and settling himself on the couch in the living room. Dean took a couple minutes but came out with an envelope. Sam looked up at Dean. He had been getting cards and such in the mail from people like Bobby and Jim who wanted to congratulate him for all his hard work. Sam just thought it was one of those.

“You didn’t have to get me a card.” Sam said, taking the envelope from Dean.

“Just open it Sammy.” Dean said. “I called in a lot of favors for this.” Sam raised an eyebrow but opened the envelope and took out the paper from inside.

State of California Department of Public Health

License and Certificate of Marriage.

Samuel W. Campbell and Dean M. Winchester.

“D-Dean.” Sam looked up at him.

“Now you don’t have to live in the dorm baby boy.” Dean said. Sam laid the paper by him and wrapped his arms around Dean, hugging him. “We have an official record in California, and I got someone to change your records at school to reflect it.” Dean’s heart warmed at the smile that spread on Sam’s face. “There’s something that goes with that.”

“What?” Sam asked. Dean grabbed a box he had set on the coffee table and opened it to show two black bands. Two black wedding bands.

“Gotta make it official right?” Dean asked, taking one of the bands and sliding it on Sam’s finger. Sam did the same for Dean. Dean took Sam’s hand and kissed the finger where the ring was. “Mine.” He whispered.

“Yours.” Sam said happily.

****

Two days later, they Impala was packed down with all their boxes and such. They had sold off most of their furniture, and rented a small trailer that could hitch to Baby for the things that wouldn’t fit in the car. They had not stayed in a motel since they rented the house, but they were going to stay in one on the way to their new home. Dean wasn’t entirely sure where they were going to stop off at yet. They had left early in the morning and stopped to get breakfast. But Sam was tired and napped on and off on the way. They finally stopped late in the night for a motel. Dean hadn’t had to pull all nighters to drive for a long time and he was a little out of practice. So he got them a motel room with a king bed for him and the other Mr. Winchester.

“It’s pretty much our honeymoon baby boy.” Dean joked as he kissed Sam gently. Sam just rolled his eyes and let Dean kiss him.

The next morning, he was like a ball of energy. They were so close, he could taste it. He would have about a month or so to get used to the house before he had to attend orientation and then classes. He had plans to do some gardening; herbs and other plants that they could use for protection as well as cooking. He had done a little with their next door neighbor in Michigan, since it was sometimes too hard for her to get done to pull the weeds. It was a great relaxer sometimes. Dean worked on cars; Sam liked to take pictures and work on gardening with Mrs. Tandy.

“We’re almost there.” Dean said as they passed through Sacramento. Dean couldn’t stop stealing glances at Sam. He looked so happy, so relaxed and Dean was so in love. Before they knew it, they were pulling onto Emerson Street in the Midtown neighborhood.

“I can’t believe we scored a house here.” Sam said in almost a dreamlike state. Their home in Michigan was very nice, but it wasn’t theirs. They were just renting it. Of course, their landlords didn’t mind if they painted or anything like that, but Sam wanted someplace that was theirs.

“Remember, it needs a little love.” Dean said, finding the right address and pulling into the driveway. They had visited the house and it’s previous occupants on Sam’s spring break a few months prior. The house had been empty for about a month now. Dean had worked extra hours and done a few kills to get the money to pay for the house, meaning that the extra scholarship money could be applied to fixing it up.

“It’s ours.” Sam said, a huge smile on his face. “It’s all ours.”

****

Two Months Later

“Dean, I’ve gotta get to the orientation.” Sam said.

“Want me to drop you off on my way to work?” Dean asked, buttoning up his work shirt.

“Might be a good idea. I heard parking is a bitch.” Sam said. “And I haven’t gotten the bus schedule down yet.” Dean smiled and kissed Sam.

“And you’re the nerd.” Dean laughed. “Come on. Let’s get you to your orientation.” Sam smiled. He knew how to drive, but he had just never bothered to get a car. Dean drove them everywhere and Sam was happy with that. Occasionally, he would drive out for things, but it was rare.

Dean dropped Sam off at the student center and gave him a quick kiss.

“If you need me to pick you up, call me baby boy.” Dean said. “Love you Sammy.”

“Love you De.” Sam smiled and waved to Dean before heading inside. They were all gathered into an auditorium and went over all the things that Stanford had to offer, financial things, etc. Finally, they broke for lunch. Sam sat a table by the window, looking out over the campus.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” A kid asked holding a tray of food.

“Sure.” Sam said, looking up at him.

“I saw you at orientation. What dorm are you in?” The kid asked.

“Oh, I don’t have one. I live at Midtown with my husband.” Sam explained.

“Dude, lucky.” The kid laughed. He stuck out his hand for Sam to shake. “Name’s Brady. I’ll be at Florence Moore...I think.” Sam laughed and shook his hand.

“I’m Sam.” Sam said, smiling at him. “Pre law.”

“Business.” Brady said. “I’m gonna be a CEO someday. But I think I’ll need a lawyer like you to help me out.”

Conversation flowed freely between the two of them, and they stuck together for the rest of the orientation. They had a few of the same basic core classes, and they even got them at the same times.

If Dean ever had to be jealous of anyone, it was Brady.

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deanssweetheart23 · 7 years

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Over Our Heads

Title: Over Our Heads

Summary: When Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the bunker to have a movie night all by yourselves, feelings that have been under wraps for years begin to surface. Will it be the start of something new or will it turn into yet another moment you’ve had with the eldest Winchester?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Word count: 2482

Warnings: Language, the slightest bit of angst. Pure fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @idreamofhazel ‘s and @impala-dreamer ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. First of all, congratulations to both of you amazing human beings because you deserve it. Second of all, thank you so much for letting me participate, I loved writing this.

Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for putting up with my whining and for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the ending here. Thank you so, so much, Emily, you’re the absolute best.

Now about this fic: My prompt was “You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?” and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written both from the reader’s and Dean’s POV and includes a flashback in italics.)

Your fingers curled into your palm whilst you sat on Dean’s bed, head rested against the headboard, body just mere inches away from his as the world in the screen before you came to life.

It was one of those rare nights that you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Miraculously enough, the world seemed to be doing just fine without you and the Winchesters brothers were more than happy to take advantage of all of that tranquility and stagnation while it lasted. Sam, for instance, had already hit the bar for the night -he had said something about needing to spend some time with himself but you were pretty sure that his sudden outing had something to do with that beautiful librarian that had been flirting with him all week- while, much to your surprise, the older Winchester had decided to spend a lazy night in with you, filled with cooking and silly jokes, wonderfully interesting conversations and laughter.

However, as fantastic as the evening had been, it was getting late and you were getting more and more tired.

Stifling a yawn, you turned to see Dean already staring at you, green eyes bright and wide in the dim light of the bedroom.

“What?” you asked.

He smiled that half-smile of his that always caused your heart to flutter unevenly.

“C’mere.” He whispered, arm draping over your shoulder to pull you to him.

You opened your mouth to object but the look on his face, vulnerable and intense, pierced through your very soul and you leaned against him, letting his warmth seep into your skin and his scent, so utterly and uniquely Dean, to overwhelm your senses, comfortably resting your head on the crook of his neck.

“Better now?”

You hummed in response, placing your hand on his stomach, relishing in the moment you got to see Dean as the soft, tender man he really was, the armor of the macho guy he always put up long forgotten around you.

Not too long after that, Emma and Dexter appeared on the screen for the first time and you smiled and let out a small content sign, thrilled to be watching the movie you loved so much with the green-eyed man.

He noticed. Of course.

“This better be worth it, kid, or I swear-”

“Ssssh. We have a deal.” You reminded him.

He groaned and mumbled something that sounded awfully like You’re going to ruin me under his breath, but you saw him smiling fondly at the memory.

“But Deeeaaaannn…”

“Nope. No. Not gonna happen, Y/N.” The hunter chanted, shaking his head at your almost childlike behavior, arms folded before his chest in his notorious I’m-not-amused pose.

“But-”

“Uh-uh. No buts. Turn on the charm all you want, sweetheart, but you and I are not watching a chick-flick.”

“Oh, c’mon, D. Please. Pleasepleasepleasplease.” You whined, batting your long eyelashes in that way that almost always got you what you wanted, puppy dog eyes on, hands clasped together as you waited for the verdict.

“The answer’s no, Y/N. Just give it up already.”

“No, Dean. I’ll…” You paused, pensive. “I’ll cook breakfast and dinner for you for a month.”

The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to rethink them and caught Dean so off guard that he stopped dead in his tracks and glanced towards you, brows slanted.

“A month?” he repeated, squinting at you suspiciously.

You swallowed thickly.

“Uh-huh.”

“What about the laundry?” he asked after a second, poker-faced.

“Sam can do the laundry.” You objected but as soon as you saw the expression that had already coated his features you just came to terms with the fact you were going to be the Winchester’s personal maid for the next month.

You took a deep breath.

Go big or go home, right?

“Fine. I’ll do the laundry too.”

“Good.” he mumbled, a tantalizing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “And how would you feel about giving me a lap dance?”

“Jesus Christ! What the- You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?”

“Oh, c’mon! Where’s the fun in that?”

You growled, eyes dangerously narrowed because that ass was wearing his famous infuriating grin again, the one that made you want to slap his stupid face and kiss him at the same time.

“You’re sick.” You hissed.

Dean broke into a fit of laughter, loose but real.

“Uh-huh. C’mere.” He whispered, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you to him. You struggled a bit but he was too stubborn to stop and, in all honesty, you didn’t mind being in his arms. You never minded.

His hands came to cup your face.

“’M sorry.”

You eyed him deliberately, head titled to the left, lips pursed.

“No, you’re not.”

He chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

His voice had dropped to a whisper now, an edge to it that reminded you of that night the two of you had spent on the floor of a cheap motel room, a bottle of whiskey in hand as he slowly spoke of happier times, times when his mother would bake him pie after lunch and sing him to sleep with Hey Jude instead of a lullaby.

You briefly wondered what you had done to cause that change in his demeanor but stopped yourself almost immediately; reading too much into things would only cause you pain.

So, instead, you pouted playfully, all the walls you had so carefully crafted up again.

“Am not. I’m scary and dangerous”

He smiled, soft but radiant.

“Sure you are, tiger.” He kissed your temple. “You win this round. But if you tell Sammy about this I swear, I’ll-”

“Don’t worry, D. My lips are sealed.” You promised and pecked his cheek sweetly, in love with the way the tips of his ears instantly turned a light shade of pink.

Your heart beat just a little faster in your chest.

Maybe Sam was right after all.

Maybe there was hope for you and Dean.

By the time the plot of the movie had thickened, the alcohol you’d drank earlier that evening, along with the delicious burger Dean had cooked for you and the blissful feeling of your body pressed against his own were enough to make you sleepy.

You had almost surrendered to sweet serenity when Dean tensed next to you, letting out a deep, desperate breath.

“Everything okay?” you muttered, worried.

“Um, no. What is that guy even doing?” he howled, his gorgeous eyes staring at the TV as if he firmly believed that he possessed super powers that would let him change the story unfolding before him. “Is he… Is he going to marry Sylvie?”

You nodded ever so slightly, trying hard to suppress your smile.

“Yup.”

“But. He doesn’t love her. He loves Emma.”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God. What a douche.”

This time you couldn’t help it. You laughed.

“What?”

“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Dean snorted, seemingly amused by the idea.

“Pfft? Enjoying this? Nope. Not at all.”

“Yeah, okay. Next time we can watch The Notebook, Cuddle Pants.” You teased, stifling a laugh.

The green-eyed man groaned and slapped the back of your head playfully.

“Shut up, brat.”

“You’re the…” A yawn. “You’re the brat.”

He smirked.

“You tired, kid?”

“Nope. M’ fine.” You replied, voice laced with sleep. “Just going to rest my head here real quick. ‘Cause you’re… You’re all warm and soft.” You added, sliding closer to him, head on his lap.

It should have been awkward, a line you probably shouldn’t have crossed, yet, with Dean, it felt easy and simple. But then again, things always felt easy and simple when the green-eyed man was concerned. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe you had had too much to drink.

Dean chuckled, adoration coating his features.

“Yeah. You do that.”

It wasn’t until minutes later, just when Emma and Dexter kissed for the first time, that you felt a hand threading through your hair and long, gentle fingers massaging your scalp soothingly.

You stirred.

Dean, obviously just now realizing what he was doing, stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I, uh, I’ll just-”

“’S okay, D. Feels nice.” You whispered, eyelids growing heavy.

He cleared his throat quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

He let out a shaky breath -or, at least, you thought it was shaky- and then his fingers started their ministrations again.

You closed your eyes. With Dean next to you, everything felt safer. Better.

You smiled and let the steady sound of his breathing lull you to sleep.

The screen went dark almost half an hour later, leaving Dean teary-eyed and determined not to show it because Y/N would never let him hear the end of it if she knew.

“Well, Y/N, I have to say…” he stopped in mid-sentence, eyes focused on the sweet girl sleeping on his lap. “Unbelievable. Un-frigging-believable. She made me watch her favorite movie and feel asleep.” he grumbled, eyes flickering over her face almost absentmindedly.

She looked beautiful. Granted, that wasn’t news to him because Y/N always looked effortlessly beautiful, but as she was peacefully asleep curled up next to him, long eyelashes closed, Y/H/C strands of hair falling on her face, his hoodie falling off her left shoulder, she looked gorgeous.

And insanely adorable.

And inexplicably sexy.

And that just wasn’t fair because she made him feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel.

He sighed, clearing his troubled mind.

“Sweetheart, you have to get up…”

Y/N stirred a bit but didn’t open her eyes and he groaned -quite dramatically- and let his head fall back on the headboard.

“C’mon, Y/N. We need to get you to bed.” He tried again, running his fingers through her hair. A lazy smile spread across her lips but she kept her eyes closed, shifting slightly.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

“Fine. I guess you’ll just spend the night here then. Right?”

No answer. Of course.

He huffed out a breath.

“Ugh. I always knew you were a handful, Y/L/N.” He muttered to himself, gently lifting her head and setting her down properly. Stirring, she moved her arm and clutched at his T-shirt, an adorable pout playing at the corners of her lips.

He laughed, grabbing the blanket that sat on the edge of the bed to lay it over her, then leaned in to press a sweet kiss on her forehead, noticing vaguely that she smelled like strawberries and sunshine.

“Goodnight, kiddo…” he smiled.

She mumbled something unintelligibly in return, prompting a chuckle from him as he climbed into the covers and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to draw her closer to him, holding her tight.

He knew he probably shouldn’t, knew that it would only make that hole in his heart bigger every time she even glanced at someone else or laughed at a stranger’s joke or smiled at Sam’s teasing, but he couldn’t help it. She was warm and soft against him, her body fitting perfectly against his own, and even though he knew he’d never be with her, in that moment, he could, at least, pretend.

The sound of quiet sobs mixed with whimpers interrupted his train of thoughts as he felt her feet kicking his from under the blanket, her body twitching.

He wasn’t surprised but his heart still sunk at the sight of her hurting.

Because Y/N didn’t deserve those nightmares. She didn’t deserve the heartache and the decay that came with the life. Sure, she was an incredible fighter and he trusted her with his entire being but that didn’t stop him from wanting something better for her. She was important to him -he somehow knew that from the moment he saved her from that djinn that had captured both of them all those years- and he wanted her to have all the things he couldn’t.

He wanted her to have a family. Children. A husband whom she would adore, even if it wasn’t him.

He wanted her to be happy. Loved. Safe. From the monsters and the demons and the angels. From him.

Dammit, Winchester. Get it together.

Smoothing a hand over her forehead, he stroked her face tenderly.

“Ssssh. It’s okay.”

Another whimper.

Furrowing his brows together in concern, he took the hand she had pressed over his heart and linked their fingers together, slowly bringing them to his lips.

“It’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m right here. Nothing’s bad gonna happen to you while I’m around, I promise.”

As if Y/N had been somehow able to hear him, she let out a small sign and huddled up closer to him, face relaxing a bit, then muttered something he couldn’t understand.

Chuckling a little into her hair, he wrapped his arms tighter around, afraid that if his grip on her wasn’t strong enough, she would slip through his fingers like sand on the beach.

And he didn’t want that. He just wanted to hold her like that, like she was his, utterly and unconditionally his, forever.

Admittedly, it was a selfish and complicated wish and it contradicted everything he wanted for her but it was the only thing he wanted for himself.

She’s in love with you, dude.

Sam’s words echoed soundlessly inside his head. What if his brother was right? What if he was so focused on not reading too much into those late-night conversations, into the accidental brushes of the hands and the lingering forehead kisses and the stolen glances that he’d really misinterpreted everything? What if, by keeping her at arm’s length and lying about his feelings, he wasn’t only sacrificing his own happiness but, also, hers?

“Sweetheart?” he whispered, but he knew that she was too deep into her dreamland to wake up.

He smiled to himself, pushing away a loose strand of hair that had coiled over her cheek.

Her hand gripped at his T-shirt.

His heartbeat quickened a bit but he didn’t mind. He knew she’d never know.

“I love you.”

It was barely a whisper, a secret that would be forever buried into the darkness of the night, something he only thought about in the dim light of his bedroom on nights the world didn’t make sense, a feeling he’d promised himself he’d never voice because he knew that the universe would find a way to take her away from him.

But, as he held her in his arms and felt her sleep next to him, the words felt right in a way nothing had ever felt right before and he knew that she deserved to hear them no matter what.

He sighed and kissed her temple, warm lips lingering on her skin.

Her lips cracked into a peaceful smile.

He grinned.

Tomorrow, he promised himself.

Tomorrow he’d talk to her.

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Beca Mitchell (Pitch Perfect): ISFP

Dominant Introverted Feeling [Fi]: Beca places a high value on individualism. She is who she is and she doesn’t censor herself for anyone. Beca is opinionated, true to herself, and says exactly what she’s thinking. She doesn’t tip-toe around other people’s feelings or sugarcoat the truth. She flatly states that acapella is lame when the Barden Bellas try to get her to join their group and has no interest in joining them. She initially has trouble fitting in and deferring to Aubrey. She’s “alternative” and, prior to college, she never really had a group of girl friends. Beca doesn’t really talk about her feelings. When she begins to feel bad about how she treated Jesse, she expresses this by watching all of the movies he recommended (which, at the time, she looked down on), and cries to herself as she watches the end of The Breakfast Club. She even incorporates this into the group’s set for their competition. Beca wants to deal with her feelings on her own and typically resists confiding in other people.

Auxiliary Extroverted Sensing [Se]: One of the reasons that Beca clashes with Aubrey is because Aubrey wants to do things by the book and the way they’ve always been done. Beca, on the other hand, advocates for spontaneity and wants to open the group up to trying new things. Beca is eager to just dive in and start doing. She is a talented singer and has an ear for musical arrangements. Jesse is flabbergasted to learn that Beca doesn’t enjoy movies, because the endings are always too predictable. Beca is good at picking up on what’s going on in her environment. She pays attention to how the audience reacts to her performance, and takes action based on her observations. In the middle of their performance, Beca changes the arrangement because she’s reacting to how the people in the crowd are responding to them.

Tertiary Introverted Intuition [Ni]: Producing music is all Beca wants to do, and everything she does (even joining the Bellas) is to get herself to where she wants to be in life. Her father promises that she can drop out at the end of the year and he’ll help her move to Los Angeles if she makes an effort to get involved on campus, so she agrees. Beca is focused on making her dreams come true and wants to pay her dues and work her way up until she reaches her ultimate goal. Beca is creative and instinctively knows what an audience will respond to.

Inferior Extroverted Thinking [Te]: Beca goes after what she wants. Although she doesn’t show a desire to lead, she has no problem stepping in and taking initiative when necessary. Beca doesn't particularly want to be in college. For her, it’s a means to an end. Beca puts a lot of pressure on herself trying to balance her work at the recording studio with her duties as a Bella, and ends up taking out her frustrations on her teammates.

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Quotes:

Dr. Mitchell: So, when did you get here? How did you get here? Beca: Took a cab. Didn’t wanna inconvenience you and Sheila. How is the step-monster? Dr. Mitchell: She is fine, thank you for asking. She’s actually in Vegas at a conference- Beca: Oh, no, dad. I don’t actually care. I just wanted to say step-monster.

Beca: I don’t wanna study on the grass, dad. I need to move to LA and get a job at a record label and start paying my dues.

Beca: I wanna produce music. I wanna make music, dad.

Chloe: So, are you interested? Beca: Sorry, it’s just… it’s pretty lame. Aubrey: A-ca-scuse me? Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart-topper is not lame! Chloe: We sing all over the world, and we compete in national championships! Beca: On purpose? Aubrey: We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Center, you bitch! Chloe: What Aubrey means to say is that we are a a close-knit talented group of of ladies whose dream is to return to the national finals at Lincoln Center this year. Help us turn our dreams into a reality? Beca: Sorry, I don’t even sing, but it was really nice to meet you guys.

Beca: Thanks for bailing me out. Jesse: Well I didn’t. Beca: You called my dad? Jesse: I know, I know, but they we putting you in handcuffs, Bec. It looked pretty serious. Beca: That doesn’t mean you call my dad. Jesse: Who else was I gonna call? Okay, why are you yelling at me? I’m the only one here. Beca: I didn’t ask you to be. Jesse: I was just trying to help you. Beca: I don’t need your help, you’re not my boyfriend. Jesse: Got it.

Dr. Mitchell: Come on, Bec, that’s so unfair. Look your mom and I, we didn’t work. But I tried so hard to make things right between us. But you, just shut me out. Beca: Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.

Chloe: No, but the National A Cappella Association is in there talking to the dean about us, and who knows what’s gonna happen? Beca: We won three championships. Whatever happens in there, we’re gonna be fine. Maybe it’s time to think about other stuff. Chloe: What other stuff? Beca: You know, school, jobs, life. Chloe: This group is my life. I’ve intentionally failed Russian Lit three times so I could be a Bella. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. Ever.

Jesse: Any first-day jitters? Beca: No, no. You know, I’m just gonna be moody and distant. Artists love that.

Aubrey: Okay, that was two steps away from being almost fine. Beca: Sorry, what are we doing? Chloe: We’re rediscovering our sound. Beca: Are we? Cause it feels like we’re just singing songs that would never go in our set. Chloe: Beca, come on. Beca: No, none of us know how to beat Das Sound Machine, but I know it’s not gonna be by doing this. Aubrey: This is just an exercise in finding harmony, Beca. Sometimes you have to break things down before you can build them back up again. Beca: I’ve got more important things to do! Chloe: What could be more important than this?

Beca: Okay. I’ve been interning at a recording studio and a legit music producer wants to hear my work. God forbid I have something going on outside this group. Chloe: Okay. So why would you keep something like that from us? Beca: ‘Cause you’re obsessed! You all are. We’re graduating, and the only person thinking about life after the Bellas is me. Chloe: What is so wrong with being focused on the Bellas? This has been my family for seven years. Beca: Yeah, ’cause you’re too scared to leave! Sack up, dude! Chloe: Okay, so you’ve been lying to us for the entire year and now you’re just gonna flake out? Now you’re gonna flake out when the Worlds is, like, right after graduation? Beca: My God! Enough about the Worlds! I… I’m out of here. Chloe: Okay, you’re just gonna leave now? Beca: We all have to, eventually, Chloe! It might as well be now! If you all knew what was good for you, you’d follow me.

Beca: It’s just everything’s changing so fast and I’m putting all this pressure on myself, you know? I don’t wanna fail. Chloe: But if you just would have said something… Beca: Yeah, I know. But I’m weird about that stuff. I thought I could figure it out on my own, and I can’t. Maybe I don’t have anything original to say. I wish I could do what you do.

Beca: You know, when I look back on this, I won’t remember performing and competing. I’m gonna remember you weirdos. It makes me really sad to think it won’t ever be like this again. I’m gonna miss you guys.

Aubrey: Before everybody goes to bed tonight, I need you to make a list of everything you did wrong. Fat Amy: I’m gonna melt that cabbage patch kid. Beca: Hey guys, what we just did was great, right? Aubrey: Calm your pits Beca, we still lost. Beca: Yeah but it was spontaneous. It was awesome. We were actually listening to… Aubrey: Okay everybody, hands in. “Ahh” on my count. On three of after three?

Aubrey: Beca, I’m glad you’re here. I’m calling an emergency Bella meeting. First up… Our score sheet revealed that the Sockappellas almost beat us. And Fat Amy, you need to do it exactly how we rehearsed it, okay? No surprises. Beca: We should be taking risks. It’s not enough to be good, we need to put ourselves out there, be different. Cynthia Rose: Beca’s right. The Trebles never sing the same song twice. Beca: The audience love the Trebles, they tolerate us. We could change the face of a cappella if we…Oh my god, that sounded so queerballs. What’s happening to me? Um… let me show you this arrangement I’ve been working on.

Aubrey: What the hell Beca? Were you trying to screw us up? Beca: Are you serious? Aubrey: Newsflash. This isn’t the Beca Show. Beca: Okay, I’m sorry that I messed you up, but in case you hadn’t noticed, everybody pretty much dozed off during our set. Aubrey: It’s not your job to decide what we do and when we do it. Why don’t you ask the rest of the group how they felt about your little improvisation? Beca: Amy? Fat Amy: It was cool. But it did take us a little bit by surprise. Aubrey: Yeah, a lot like surprise. Fat Amy: Mmmm a little. Aubrey: I told you she wasn’t a Bella. Chloe: Aubrey, don’t. Beca: No, that’s okay. You don’t have to pretend you’re allowed to have a say in the group, right? Aubrey: Your attitude sucks. You’re a grade-A pain in my ass, and I know you’re hooking up with Jesse. Jesse: Woah, woah, Aubrey, calm down. We’re not hooking up, I swear. Beca: Jesus Christ! That’s perfect. Of course you’re here right now. I don’t need your help, okay? Can you back off? If this is what I get for trying…

Beca Mitchell (Pitch Perfect): ISFP was originally published on MBTI Zone

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