#murders. like. all serial killers kinda do. they tend to think they’re hot shit so much they think they can represent themselves in court

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By The Books-Part 3

Warnings:The regulars with this series, you know... and then some... lets call it fluff? Idk it’s been a hot min.  Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY)   Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader A/N: I hope yall enjoy it!!!

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As I was cooking dinner Sam walked In, in search of a beer most likely.

“So what do you really make of Y/N?” Sam asked, or should I say inquired because I’m a professor now… any way I answered with a “she seems cool, like she can hang with the big boys in the big leagues. She’s got promise. Especially in abnormal psych. I should the Gacy picture,”

“Not the one with the decalitated head.” 

I nodded as I mixed up the ground beef with the marinara sauce.

“Yep, she didn’t even flinch.” I said as I added some spice. 

“Well dean you should’ve seen her answering questions in my class. I kid you not, she demolished everyone. It was art.” Said Sam as he took a seat.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as—“ I was cut off by Sam saying “she answered the Wicca v. Witchcraft question, Dean, no hesitation, just pure facts.”

“You thinking we need to do a test on her?” I asked. “I shook her hand with a silver ring, cross on the inside. I wore blessed oil and got close too, no reaction.” I relplied.

Sam added, “I had salt on the entries and exits, devils trap under right where she was standing, got no adverse reaction.”

“So she’s naturally this good?” I asked as I served up his salad and my real food.

“Or she’s just curious” said Sam as he took in a mouthful, “either way we’ll see what she’s made of soon enough.”

NOW:

Two Weeks Later 

Dean POV:

 Man today’s classes went on way too long. I’ve been getting impatient with these kids. None of them are rising to the occasion when it comes to Y/N. She literally wipes the floor with them. I could see the hate from some of these kids who roll their eyes when she raises her hand. It’s almost like they know her adding onto the class means that they need to work more in the end. Not to mention she’s doing all of this while being a student researcher for not just one professor, but two. 

As soon as class was dismissed today I texted my brother, making sure our plans for lunch were set in stone. As soon as I got the okay from him I made my way to the Chinese restaurant across from campus, where we were planning to meet. Luckily, he was already there and ordered.

My brother noticed my frustration immediately, “Someone’s pissy. What happened?”

I just replied with “These kids. They’re acting some kinda way towards Y/N simply because she’s stepping up to the plate.”

“That’s happening in your class too?”

“Yeah, it’s really pissing me off. She does such great work and obviously knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe it’s just too easy for her, Dean. Maybe we need to crank it up.”

I looked at him sideways, “we are trying to teach her, Sammy, not murder the poor girl, it’s bad enough she has to defend a thesis.”

“A thesis which we are going to help her prepare…” Sam said with a smirk as he sipped on his tea. 

“Come again?” I asked.

“Yesterday she and I were reading ancient ritual ceremonial books from the ….”

“Can we please skip the magical shit, Sam?”

“Ok fine, anyway, she shared her idea of a thesis with me and I tend to like it alot actually…”

“Mind letting me in on this or?” I questioned.

“Her thesis is going to be on the importance and ramifications of human sacrifices on the psyche. It’s going to explore it from a ritualistic and criminal psychological aspect, tying ritual killings to serial killers and finding where that drive comes from.”

“Ok, not gonna lie…. That is gonna kill every other thesis presented.” I smiled. “I never looked at either of those topics being tied together and yet she found this pattern? How?”

Sam smiled and said, “if you give a builder the materials and tools, they’ll build the Taj Mahal, Dean.”

I replied with “Sammy… Don’t ever use any analogy ever again, it’s cringe worthy.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes… yes it is.”

Then I saw that the waiter brought over three bowls of rice and then I heard Y/N behind me, “hey sorry I’m late.”

I immediately looked to Sam and he said “Nonsense you’re right on time.”

As she sat down Sam continued, “So… I just filled Dean in on your thesis.”

“Yeah he did, I’m seriously impressed Y/N. You are kicking some serious ass here.” I said as I took a mouthful of rice. 

“Thanks, it’s gonna be hard tying them together though. Ritualistic killings can claim the fear of repercussions but serial killings? Not necessarily.” She said as she took a mouthful of rice.

I started thinking and I said, “Well one could say that many serial killers have a drive to kill, in that it could be considered ritualistic. You also have many serial killers that have patterns to their madness. Very ritualistic in nature. Just because there’s no deity behind it doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t ritualistic.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “That’s true but that only explains a fraction of the serial killers out there.”

I continued, “You’re right about that. The other majority is those with mental illnesses. I did study those as well. In many of those cases it can be seen as a fear driven act. Like some serial killers have a fear of rejection, so they kill the victim before they can be rejected. Others have unresolved childhood trauma that leads them to enact vengeance, trying to make things right.”

Sammy interjected, “That can even be tied to the ritualistic killings of the Mayan peoples. Whenever they had a bad harvest or wanted to appease the gods, make things right, they’d give human sacrifices until their luck turned around. But this is just one of the many early peoples and religions that did this.”

I concluded, “So you need to find that one commonality. If you look at these cases, and these religions, stripped down to their bones. You’ll find that there is really not much difference between these ritualistic killings and these mass murderers. And for those that kill just to kill, you could even say that they were ritualistic in the aspect of repetition.”

She looked confused at that, “How is repetition ritualistic?”

“The act of repeating something is a ritual in and of itself. A definition of ritual as an adjective is arising from convention or habit.”

Her eyes got even brighter as she said, “Ahh I see, so just the fact that it’s done the same way multiple times can consider it as a repetitious act, Making it literally a ritualistic killing pattern.”

Sam looked at me and nodded saying, “Meaning that the drive to kill is repetitious no matter what the trigger is, especially in serial killers and in ritualistic killings.”

I continued, “Many serial killers even describe their murders as ceremonial. They felt they needed to be done, whether it be to regain control, to fix the past, or to just satiate a need. This all falls into ritualistic killings because there is a purpose to them, even if they did it just because they could, that in itself is a reason.”

She smiled and looked down to her rice, “I.. how… Claire wasn’t kidding.” She said under her breath to herself.

Sammy’s eyebrows furrowed, “What did Claire say?”he asked.

She took a forkful of rice and looked up at him with her smile peaking through, “She told me you guys would be more than willing to help.” She swallowed the rice and looked at us both up and down, “And more than equipped to do the job right.”

“I’m equipped to do a few things, Sweetheart.” Shit… did that just come out of my mouth… Fuck me.

She looked unphased as Sammy looked mortified, “What Dean means is, he is also a specialist in witchcraft and religion…. Right Dean…” his eyes got big as I cleared my throat..

“Uhh yeah, I also have a mean medieval weapons collection at home, as well as my hundreds of books on murderers and stuff. You should come by, Sammy has a few occult books that could help with the thesis too. Make a night out of it?” I asked, trying to save myself.

Her head cocked to the side, “Are you asking me over to your place, Dean?” “As much as I want to help you,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I can’t give you all of the information that our library at home can. It’s a literal goldmine for someone like you for a thesis. This is strictly professional but I do understand if that makes you uncomfortable. I can bring a few in but because I can’t say with 100% certainty where you’re going or where you’re at in your thesis, the stuff I bring in may not help you. It may be better for you to just come by and have a look for yourself.”

She nodded as she said “Well I only have a writing class left after this then I’ll be off until Tuesday… So what day works for you?” She asked.

Sammy and I both have the same schedules and ironically… It’s the same as hers, only on campus Tuesdays/Thursdays, online classes Monday and Wednesday.

“When do you get out of your class?” I asked as I checked my watch. “4:30pm” She said as she continued to eat. “I mean we can hang around for a few hours, get some papers graded while you have class, and we can go home with you, I’ll make some dinner and we’ll dive into those books, sound good?” I asked while Sam’s face slowly started contorting.

“Sounds awesome, and thanks so much for all of this. I know it’s not easy letting someone into your home.” She smiled. Sam wiped the discomfort off of his face as he said, “We are just really excited that someone is as enthusiastic about this stuff as we are, it’s not every day that we meet students that are this skilled and well… have an iron stomach for our subjects.” He chuckled. I laughed, “yeah usually kids go running out of our classes once things get uncomfortable.”

She smirked and said, “Growing is uncomfortable, Knowledge can be uncomfortable, that's why the kids run, but the adults stay and handle business.” She said as the waiter came up.

After a nice lunch Y/N said her goodbyes and Sammy and I stood at the table, as soon as the door closed my head snapped to Sammy, “How the hell is she not a hunter?” “Dean”

“No, don't Dean me, you see her right? The way she walks, the way she studies and writes, the way sheeee…” I struggled finding the words. “Hunts for information…” Sam completed.

“Yes! Yes exactly… Sammy she is doing this for more than a thesis. She has to be.” I said as I thought long and hard.

“She’s doing it to impress us.” Sam said. “We are not that special Sammy, she is drop dead gorgeous and has way more important shit to do.” I was exasperated.

“Maybe this is a sign,” I said as Sammy huffed.

“Not this again” “Just hear me out Sammy, what if this is Chuck saying ‘okay boys you had your fun now let's get back into the game, shall we?’” I asked as I played with the straw of my drink.

“Chuck is gone, Dean… You know that.”

“No, I know that Amara had enough of his shit and trapped him on this planet, that’s what I know.” I replied. “Dean… we are retired.” Sam huffed as he took the check to the counter. “So was the Terminator and Rick-Flair but after a decade, bam! Rick’s back in the ring and Terminator’s…. You know…. terminating.” Sam rolled his eyes as we walked out of the restaurant, “listen, Dean, we don’t know her motivation, but we both know if she was a hunter she wouldn’t be able to get up at 5 am to decode tomes before classes, she’d be knocked out, in her bed, with bruises, scars and bloody laundry waiting in the next room. Hunters aren’t masters students. They’re backroads highwaymen, they’re outlaws, they’re….”

“Professors” I said as I turned Sammy towards me, “They’re super intelligent, smartasses, master manipulators, actors, weapons and religion specialists… They are masters at hiding in plain sight… Sam… we are hunters and we have fucking Doctorates.”

“Oh my god,” Sam Drawled out. “Given you hacked Harvard’s servers to get us them but still, we’re fucking doctors.” I said as I rushed out the truth and Sam started walking. “Dean, listen to me… Y/N has no marks, no scars, no bruises. She’s not jumpy or attuned with her surroundings, she has no indication of hidden runes, tomes, no unusual jewelry… She is just a normal woman, with a very interesting set of hobbies that she happens to be getting a degree in. Stop making it more than that… Don’t get her on a path that leads to death. We already did that to hundreds of people. It’s time to stop.” Sam said sternly. I looked at him and said, “fine, fine… We’ll help the girl, get her thesis on track, pray to god she teaches with us, and we’ll move on… but what if she finds out about our past?” “She won’t, it’s all locked away. We made sure of that.” Sam said as we walked into the elevator.

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[disdaidal]

Incoming rant but I feel it’s ironic when people get upset over people liking a FICTIONAL character. Like when the Batman movie came out, nobody batted an eye over the Riddler simps.

Same with The Joker, and he’s worse than Riddler imo. He SA’ed Barbara Gordon (aka Batwoman) in Batman: The Killing Joke, he’s abusive to Harley Quinn, etc. but nobody makes a big deal about Joker simps.

Hell, nobody even goes after Patrick Bateman from American Psycho simps (unless they’re the “sigma” accounts) and he’s the most insufferable, misogynistic POS around.

Also don’t get me started about the horror simps. Like Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Freddy Krouger, Michael Myers, etc.

I feel it’s trendy all of a sudden to hate Billy because of the recent TikTok’s that’ve came about. It should subside eventually (hopefully).

At the end of the day, a lot of people tend to gravitate towards controversial characters. That doesn’t mean anyone agrees or condone with what they do, and if so they should seek therapy immediately. Fuck sake, it’s not that deep.

It's absolutely ridiculous. I've watched all the Batman movies since the late 80's (I own Batman Returns on dvd), and I don't recall ever seeing such reckless hate towards any of the Batman villains, than what this fandom has shown towards Billy.

I have American Psycho on dvd as well and while I think that movie's hilarious because it is really fucking ridiculous and over-the-top, Patrick Bateman still is a misogynistic piece of shit who loves to cut up people into tiny pieces. But since that movie has been turned into a funny meme, now 'everybody loves it' and don't think too much of it. Which is how it should be. It's a fucking movie; Patrick Bateman is a fictional villain. Nothing more.

And speaking of other popular villains: I've "stanned" Freddie Krueger since my teens. One of my first female villain crushes ever was Callisto from Xena (still love her), and she's absolutely crazy. I thought Lucius Malfoy from Harry Potter was kinda hot. :D I also had a crush on Christopher Walken in Batman Returns, where his character is a rich, pompous, misogynistic piece of shit. During my first gameplay of Horizon Zero Dawn, I thought Helis (the main villain) was hot, and guess what? He's a religious bigot and a mass murderer. I also latched onto Nil in the very same game, and he's basically a serial killer who tracks down bandits and murders them without an inch of guilt or remorse in his heart (I also ship him with Aloy, the protagonist, and that relationship would be like so normal and so healthy ommgggg).

Not to mention all the other problematic ships that I've shipped way before Harringrove. D: Like these antis are getting so worked up over Billy and Harringrove when they're both pretty vanilla compared to the other stuff that I've stanned / shipped before. It baffles me so much because they're seriously not even in the top ten of my problematic faves list, and yet I have gotten anon hate over them and Billy's tag is full of anti shit. XD like what the fuck

But on the other hand, just like you said, it has definitely become trendy to hate Billy. I've seen bigger blogs here refusing to have anything to do with him because he's 'racist'. And yeah, from what I've heard, TikTok sounds toxic as fuck, I don't want to have anything to do with it. I even left Twitter because I got tired of drama - as if there isn't enough of it here already. Especially in this fandom.

Also... I think Stranger Things is largely toxic right now because the fanbase is still pretty young. The majority of Batman fans - at least the ones I know besides myself - are generally older, long-time fans. The generation that actually understands the complexity of fictional villains and treats them as such, too. Fictional, not real. And that's how it should be.

#replies #anon

[ziracona]

People sometimes act like Danny Johnson is a loveable magnificent bastard but there’s absolutely nothing lovable about him at all.

#he’s a magnificent bastard sure but all he ever did in canon was wear the scream mask stalk & murder scores of innocent people cruelly & do #nasty shit like carve his mask shape into their bodies and then tape the murders for gross vouyeristic assault purposes #report on his own killings including talking to the victims’ families as a reporter & pretending to care to their mourning faces — wear #different cologne depending on how into murdering the victim he was. Sometimes killing whole families. & then skipping town. #there’s.. #that’s not even style. like. oh boy he wears a mask when he kills folks nobody else ever did that! #some of y’all act like he’s got Hisoka personality & flavor or smth but the man literally is not remotely original or fascinating #he is just some white dude from Utah who wears a scream mask while taping himself murdering people torturously he’s literally just a serial #killer. he doesn’t even have a cool name or aesthetic Ghostface only has clout by Scream already made it a Look. in his universe he’s just #some gross boring entitled man with 0 sympathy who jerks off to murdering innocent human being she kills there’s not even interesting #villain style class or interest there. he ain’t a Rogue’s Gallery Batman villain he’s just some fucko #like he’s got good skills & is a higher tier killer in dbd for sure & he’s a good character be having 0 regrets or complexities makes him #easy to hate and simple to hate and sometimes that’s great for a story. but where tf this ‘he’s such a lovable or interesting magnificent #fantastic bastard’ come from some of y’all weak like please. almost even any of the other /dbd/ killers are more interesting. as are /all/ #of the canon Ghostfaces in Scream 1-4 #dead by daylight #I mean again he’s a fine character & good in game #but there’s never been a single lovable thing about that man or even a very interesting one in his life he literally is just a boring white #serial killer man who likes to stalk before sadisticially killing and is so narcissistic he devoted his life to talking about his /own/ #murders. like. all serial killers kinda do. they tend to think they’re hot shit so much they think they can represent themselves in court #it’s so boring it’s /literally/ textbook basic serial killer man rip #I’m just. ... O_O why #I am so both confused and also kinda concerned for y’all like...oof

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Pairing: Sam x Reader Warnings: cursing, a bit of self depreciation Word Count: 2.2k Series Summary: On her way home, Y/n finds an abandoned, cracked phone on the sidewalk. Anxious about the well-being of its owner, she picks it up and texts the first contact she finds; Sam. Beta: None

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Chapter 3: for the love of god, explain this

Sam Winchester lies awake at three in the morning, under foreign, scratchy sheets, stubbornly not tearing his eyes from the cracked, ugly wallpaper on the ceiling. A lot of things are happening and his brain is going about a million miles an hour, spinning endlessly, Castiel, Dean returning from hell, the stress of the hunting life, the current case and… Y/n. Wonderful, smart, talented, funny Y/n.

It’s been a while since someone has made him excited. He keeps bumping into her in his mind, keeps finding thoughts of her lying around, eager to distract him. He catches himself wanting to text her about every stupid thing that happens in his day, much like she sometimes does. She’s been the only thing that makes his heart a little lighter, and it’s such a strange feeling, someone’s presence being this uplifting.

He was suspicious of her at first. A strange woman (at least she claims to be one, he forgets he’s never actually… seen her) asking about him, his profession, and then about… ghosts? A bit random, too specific, Sam recognizes he got defensive. But the way she spoke afterwards… he doesn’t know.  His instinct tells him to trust her.

Amidst his thoughts, he doesn’t remember picking up his phone, but it’s just one of those nights, he needs someone to talk to- or rather, wants Y/n specifically. A thought he chooses not to dwell on.

are you awake? I can’t sleep.

I actually am. Lucky you.

Sam smiles. Lucky me, he thinks.

isn’t it like 4 am for you?

Tell me about it. No luck sleeping either.

happen to you a lot?

Yeah.

I happen to have anxiety induced insomnia.

Working at a bar also helps fuck up your sleeping schedule as well.

You?

i’m sorry :/

i don’t get much sleep either. something always keeps me up.

Yeah, I get that.

Where in the Great Unites States of America are you today?

hahah it’s Oregon today.

it’s the ugliest motel room i’ve ever been in.

Ooh

Do I ask about your case or is it confidential?

it’s confidential but i’ll tell you that i am investigating a bunch of strange murders.

You’re investigating serial killers?? That’s so fucking dope.

something like that yeah.

how was your day?

Oh, you know. The usual.

College assignments, a shift at the bar. I went out with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while.

I need to clean my house desperately.

I also nearly burned my kitchen down trying to cook lunch. Emmy and I ended up eating some lazy-ass spaghetti, because pasta is the only thing I can cook, apparently.

hahahah what were you making?

You’re gonna laugh if I tell you.

well now you must.

Ugh, do I?

come onnn

It was eggs, okay? I was just trying to make eggs.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH

I TOLD YOU YOU’D LAUGH AT ME

HOW DID YOU BURN EGGS?!

LISTEN, OKAY

I NEVER SAID I WAS A GOOD COOK

HAHAHAHAH

Sam laughs over his phone, as silently as he can, so as to not wake Dean up. He turns on his other side and realizes his cheeks hurt from smiling, and it’s a feeling he’s missed.

Yeah, yeah, laugh, culinary genius. Not all of us can be perfect.

i never said i was a culinary genius

but at least i don’t go near stoves if i don’t have to.

Well, it’s not like I can afford every-day takeout (or like that shit is healthy, even if I could) and someone has to cook for my sister while she’s in school

you have siblings?

and yeah you’re right i didn’t think like that sorry.

It’s okay.

And yeah, my sister, Emily.” Emmy”

oooh i thought emmy was your friend.

Nono, it’s my sister. She’s 17.

can i ask you a personal question?

Shoot

why do you have to take care of her? are your guys’ parents not around?

you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable with that.

Well, it’s a bit complicated.

My parents’ marriage kind of fell apart when I was around 10. They tried to fix things by adopting a kid- Emily. For a while that worked.

When I was 16 my mom took off and dad took care of us for 2 years almost. He really dedicated himself to us.

He worked his antique shop and supported us. For two years, I didn’t see him spend a penny on himself.

But I ended up having to take care of Em when he passed. I was freshly 18, so I could take care of her as a guardian.

shit i’m so sorry.

It’s okay, honestly.

I mean, it didn’t use to be, and it was hell for a while.

But we made it.

i admire your positivity.

I try :)

i also love that you put smiley faces in your text messages.

Shouldn’t have said that, now I’ll always think about it before I do it

hahah

Sam bites his lip. What the hell is happening? They’re… flirting. Sorta. And it’s nice- better than nice. Fuck.

What about you?

you mean what’s my relationship with my parents?

Well, when you put it like that it sounds stupid. It wasn’t what I was asking either.

What I meant was, how’s your life right now. How’s the family business. You can pick which you wanna answer.

i don’t mind either honestly.

as for my parents my mom died when I was 6 months old. my dad passed away about a year and a half ago.

Jesus, I’m so sorry Sam

I don’t know what to say. It can’t have been easy. Losing a parent never is.

it wasn’t but as you said we’re trying to sort of find our footing with Dean. we’ve had our ups and downs.

Yeah I understand that.

Do you wanna talk about it?

right now not really. I mean there’s not much to say about it.

i kinda wanna forget about it. thanks though.

Alright.

So how’s the family business?

Does it feel good to be paid to be Sherlock Holmes?

crap. but we’re doing our best.

for the record i don’t get paid nearly enough for the shit i have to do.

Hahaha, hang in there.

Dean still refuses to come get his phone?

yeah. he says you can keep it.

Tell him to take care of his devices from now on, this one was battered beyond recognition.

duly noted.

The conversation continued until well after the sun rose. Sam had officially accepted this night to be sleepless, and Y/n was good company. Somehow she took his mind off of everything that was bugging him, made him, if momentarily, forget about it, and he truly loved that about her. The back and forth tended to flow easily between them, and he couldn’t get enough of the chemistry he had with this practical stranger.

Sleepless or not, this night was a good one, after she entered the picture.

-

The glow on her skin is blue-ish and soft, combatting the one from the fairy lights above them. Laptop absolutely not low in volume, couch dipping under two bodies, slumped together, legs leaning against one another, soft flannel pants and droopy eyes. Emily’s hair is out of its usual half-up hairstyle, exploding with volume and bright, firey color, flowing onto the back of the couch.

Jon Snow is yelling on the screen, and Y/n is completely ignoring him, constantly checking her inactive phone and the way the screen doesn’t light up with Sam’s name. Every time she feels disappointed, she tries to quell the relentless thoughts of the possibility of him being completely over her.

Damn it.

“Do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend I’m not aware of or something?” Emily mutters dryly, half-hearted but gentle teasing. Y/n sputters.

“Huh?”

“’Cause you keep checking your phone, and as far as I know you don’t have any friends.”

“HEY,” deeply offended, Y/n places her hand over her heart, glaring at her sister. “Excuse you!” she exclaims, “Connor? Ashley? Lydia?”

“Yeah, a neighbor and two college students that you haven’t talked to in like, what, two weeks? What a social butterfly.”

“Okay first off,” Y/n ignores the screaming and fighting on the screen and shifts to look at her sister. “Stop tracking my socializing.” Em scoffs.

“C’mon, bear, spill.” Bottom lip pouted. She pauses the episode, turning to face her older sister. “Who are they and when can I meet them?” A devilish smile, teasing like only a younger sister can, curling the right corner of her lip.

“He’s not my boyf-“

“AHA! So there is someone! I knew it!”

“I’ve known him for like- what, three weeks? Nothing is going on! I barely know the guy!” Y/n fiddles with her hair and huffs, holding back a smile.

“Where’d you meet him? Is he hot? What’s he like?!” Poking her sister’s thigh continuously, she grins wide, excited. “C’mon, you’re like, no fun.”

“The thing is… I didn’t. Meet him, I mean.” Eyebrows furrow.

“Uh…” Emily purses her lips. “I’m … not following.”

It takes all of five minutes for Y/n to explain to her sister all about her crazy adventure, the lost phone, the brother, Sam. The girls munch on leftover garlic spaghetti, talking about the stranger on the other side of Y/n’s screen.

“He’s just… different? I don’t know- I just, I’m intrigued I guess. He’s mysterious and hilarious. The type of guy we’d hang out with. Why pass it up?”

“Just hang out?” Emily wiggles her eyebrows. Y/n shoves her.

“It’s really not like that.”

“I don’t know, Y/n, he doesn’t necessarily sound just friendly to me.” Y/n won’t lie and say she hasn’t thought about it. She’s a romantic after all, and what a wonderful, movie-like love story would it be for them to fall in love and march into the sunset?

But she recognizes this is the romantic side of her picking up speed on a subject that definitely isn’t for her to decide alone. There’s a second participant in all of this, and he needs to do more than half the work by liking her. She knows it’s no easy feat. A bitter dab of paint dissolves in her chest, because why would he like her? She’s nothing quite special. She’s just a bartender, a college student, a boring, normal girl, painfully mundane, painfully boring. He’s brilliant, kind and sweet, a private investigator, he travels all the time, he’s the most interesting guy she’s ever met for crying out loud. Why would he ever give her a chance?

“I doubt it, Em,” is what Y/n decides to say, because there’s no way she can explain exactly what she’s thinking.

“No, no, you’re doing that thing again.” A hum in question falls from the older Andrews’ lips. “The thing where you put yourself down for bullshit reasons. He’d be lucky to have you.” Y/n wants to roll her eyes. “Hey,” a snap of Emily’s fingers in front of Y/n’s face to catch her attention. “I will literally slap you. You’re smart, funny, kind. He’d be fucking lucky to have you, and if you don’t believe it, I’m gonna beat some sense into you. Stop putting my sister down.”  Y/n doesn’t have anything good to say to that, so instead she lets out a huffed breath of a laugh and sits back on the couch.

“Now,” Emily leans over her own crossed legs and grabs her phone from the rickety coffee table. “Did you Google him?”

“Why the heck would I Google him?”

“It’s the 21st century, Y/n, gosh. Are you at all familiar with internet stalking?” Y/n watched pebbled coffee brown eyes get illuminated by the phone screen, freckles nowhere near as bright as they can be, because she hasn’t gone out into the sunlight today. Emily is gorgeous. Y/n is sometimes jealous, but also genuinely admires her younger sister. “What’s his name?”

“Sam Winchester.”

There’s typing, and then silence.

“Y/n…” And the warning tone on the younger one’s voice completely throws her off.

“What? What is it?” A phone screen is thrust in her face.

Mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration, armed robbery, kidnapping, three counts of first-degree murder, and breaking and entering, she reads. Winchester brothers Sam and Dean, disappeared, considered dead.

“What the fuck,” she mutters under her breath, completely horrified at the chance that this is real and the universe isn’t playing some comic joke on her, creating another pair of Winchester brothers called Sam and Dean who, instead of chasing murderers, are the murderers.

She scrolls lower and sure enough, there they are. Mug shots, but more specifically, the guy from the dating app, smouldering cheekily into the camera –a real blue steel-, holding a police station name on a black plaque, sitting at close to six feet and two. Then the younger one, less joyful and sassy, more serious and puppy-eyed. Sam. Close to what was described to her, it’s all there. Pointy nose, sharp jawline, curly brown hair with a growing, swoopy fringe, pulled behind his ears. It’s him. There’s no way, the coincidences are too many.

“Bear…” Emily stares at Y/n’s shocked face, gaze empty and out of it. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

Immediately, Y/n grabs her phone.

Sam

His reply is instantaneous.

hey y/n

i was just thinking about you

what’s up?

Please for the love of God.

Explain this.

She sends him the mugshot, photographed from the screen of her sister’s phone.

shit.

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Part 4

A/N: Tell me what you thought? How the hell does he even explain this?

I realized I haven’t been tagging my forever taglist like a MORON, so just, sorry, I’ll start now. 

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quick and dirty guide to serial killer aus

Okay, so I’m not going to go into a super long detailed explanation as to why every since serial killer au sucks, but i will gladly add some pointers. And if you wish, you can provide more tips/fix some of my statements, because I am far from a professional. I just know that if I see one more bad serial killer au, i’m going to scream.

1. Movies/TV Shows are not resources

I see this happen so much. Especially with the rise of Sherlock BBC and others like it, people think that if they mimic these traditionally “off-script” characters, then they will be fine. Sherlock is a high functioning sociopath, right? Wrong. First of all, high functioning/low functioning are out of date terms, don’t ever call people that. Second of all, Sherlock is neither a sociopath or psychopath.  Trust me, he just isn’t. You could argue that since he said “high functioning” that anythings on the table, but then you would imply that any neurodivergent could potentially be a sociopath/psychopath, and trust me, you don’t want to do that.

If you want to look into media for examples of played up sociopaths/psychopaths, then watch Nightcrawler (2014), No Country for Old Men (2007), Gone Girl (2014), or Misery (1990). They aren’t perfect, but they are closer to real life than some other depictions. Or, if you want to be really accurate, just watch a documentary on a serial killer. Also, that leads into my next point.

2. Do the fucking research

I’m not saying that stereotypes are wrong... but they’re wrong. Well, some stereotypes are based in truth, but most stereotypes are a direct product of a neutrotypical’s fear of the unknown. Yes, killing animals when you’re a child is a clear sign that there’s something wrong with you, but it’s not the only sign OR the most common sign. There are plenty of other signs, and they depend on the type of mental affliction. 

Those who are sociopaths tend to be cold or emotionally closed off, have an extreme lack of empathy, often question societal rules, use friends or aquaintences to test boundaries, and misplace or redirect blame and judgement. Sociopaths tend to be emotional abusers and manipulators, and they’re more common than you think. Out of all the sociopaths in the world, a very low percentage of them commit notable crimes, and an even lower percentage actually commit murder. And by low, i’m talking 1%, maybe not even that. 

Those who are psychopaths are more likely to be the “murdering animals at a young age” kind of people. They’re crimes are crimes of passion, they tend to be edgier, and sometimes they directly out themselves when they’ve committed a crime/murder, or purposefully leave enough evidence behind to get caught. Psychopaths are more likely to kill, but they’re also more likely to feel guilt and remorse for their crimes. While Sociopaths commit crime to further themselves in their career/life, psychopaths will commit crime because they feel a compelling and strong urge to. 

3. Assume most characters are neurotypical, that means you need to make changes to their personality.

If you’re writing a fanfiction about Hannibal and Will from Hannibal NBC, well they’re very obviously “off-script” or neurodivergent. They are seen in the show actively struggling to fit in with society, or completely rejecting society. If you’re writing a fanfiction about a character who is obviously neurotypical, like... Ash from pokemon or something, you need to change his behavior to fit the role. He can still be Ash, but you need to provide the context as to why he’s doing this... or acting this way. Not every serial killer has a “motive” per say, but most of them have a reason to act the way they do. Psychopaths might say that their victim did something to wrong them. Sociopaths may just use this as an excuse, and their real motive is replacing said person, or seeing them as an obstacle on a path they chose. 

4. People aren’t generally turned on by murder.

Okay, so the only reason i say this is because I’ve stumbled upon this scene too often: “wow, he just murdered my best friend, but hey he’s kinda hot....” I generally see this in the “person A is a serial killer, person B is studying the serial killer...” etc. Pretty much everyone is afraid of murderers. Yes, there is a very small... very very small minority with a fetish that extends this far, but your first reaction as a human being, even as a neurodivergent, is to run in fear if you are unarmed against someone with a weapon. Run and become armed, or call for help. My advice here is: if you can’t replace person B with yourself and rationalize the response/have it make sense, then just don’t do it. 

I think i’m done for now. If you have more tips, feel free to add them, if you see a mistake feel free to correct me. I’m not an expert, but I am tired of seeing the same shit when it’s so easily fixed. If worse somes to worse, just don’t write a serial killer au at all. Write something YOU know or that YOURE interested in. 

hope this helps lmao

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