#once again i will be writing a chaptered fic where the chapter count increases w every update. so sorry everyone. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

world-of-aus · 4 years

Text

Redamancy

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Reader

Word Count: 7,355

Author’s Note: My second request, sent in by the lovely @iheartsebastianstan, i decided to change it up just a tiny bit, but i hope you enjoy what i have put out for you, and i do hope there is enough angst! Anything italicized is a flashback of sorts! Thank you for sending in the request love! I enjoyed writing this for you. Behind the Screen chapter 18 will be out tomorrow, had to get this one-shot out!

“May i have a super angsty fic, reader is cute, but a little awkard, techie & is completely in love w/Bucky. Everyone can see it, even Bucky. He flirts back, she thinks its going somewhere but overhears him talking that he just feels bad for her, she's not his type. She is embarrassed & pulls away & tries to get over him. Starts dating other people maybe, he notices her absence & realizes he really was feeling something for her too. Ending doesn't have to be happy, just maybe hopeful?”

Find My Other Works Here: Main Masterlist

He had no idea, except that he did.

He had no idea that your heart skipped a beat in your chest when you saw him smile. Your breath catching in your throat when it was directed towards you, how you longed to be the reason behind that smile, the same way he was the reason for yours. You wanted to be the one to bring him joy, be the reason his eyes lit up. He brought so much happiness to those around him, and he deserved that same happiness in return, and you wanted to be the one to give it to him.

“You ever going to tell lover boy over there that your completely and totally head over heels for him?”

Your eyes snapped towards Banner, “it isn’t like that Bruce, it’s” the words caught on your tongue, because it was like that.

“It’s like nothing y/n, your totally smitten for the man, anytime he comes into our lab to borrow equipment, you become a puddle of goo on the floor, besides don’t you two go back”

“I do not, and unfortunately we do” you muttered eyes going back to the equipment on your table.

“Oh no?” Banner laughs, “we’ll see about that,” he murmurs.

You turn your head to raise a brow at him, “hey y/n, hey banner,”

“Jesus fuck!” You hiss a spark flying from the equipment you had before you, the shock enough to send you falling to the floor, hand waving wildly.

“See,” banner speaks up from your side, “a puddle of goo on the floor,”

“Shove it banner,” you muttered sending him a glare from where you lay on the floor the tips of your fingers burning in pain, “don’t you have a class to go teach or something” A loud laugh is falling from his lips as he grabs his things from the desk next to yours, “my students don’t mind waiting a few extra minutes for me, besides it builds up the suspense for whether I'll show up or not, you know with the whole 10 minute rule they came up with.” You're taking a hold of his hand that he has stretched out for you, “you would have been my least favorite professor than,” you teased.

A smirk was pulling at the corner of his lips, “well good thing I'm leaving you in Barnes hands,” he shoves your shoulder playfully as he moves around you turning on his heel to face the two of you as he walks backwards towards the door, “besides I'm sure you’ll like him more, you know sparks flying and all that,” he winked.

A growl of his names was falling from your lips, the door shutting closed behind your partner, “sparks huh?” and you can hear the smirk on his face.

Your head turned to him, “you know I can ban you from this lab right?”

Bucky laughed heartily, “but I thought there was sparks y/n, I mean you did fall for me didn’t you?”

A warmth encases you, your heart skipping a beat in your chest, “you wish Barnes,” you muttered.

He’s laughing again, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you into his side, “come on now doll, we both now you couldn’t resist me,”

A pink hue cover’s your cheeks, because it’s true, you weren’t able to resist his charm, though it wasn’t entirely your fault, you would think after years of being in his presence the feeling surely would have passed, but within years it had only grown. You had known Bucky most of your life, the two of you went back to your elementary years where you met in kindergarten. It was there that shortly after you discovered you were neighbors, the two of you, two peas in a pod as your parents would like to tease. You had spent most of your elementary years resisting the James Barnes charm, but come your middle school years is where things began to change. You had been well into your sixth-grade year when you noticed the first change, where his toothy smile had once made your nose wrinkle in distaste, it now left behind a warmth that spread deep within your chest, your heart skipping a beat whenever that smile had been reserved just for you. Your first thought was it’s just a crush, just like the many you had in elementary it too would pass, so you thought, but oh how wrong you had been. It’s as if the charm he had tried to entice you with many years ago in elementary, had only heightened, the thing was that charm was never meant for you. Sure, he would charm you into a movie night rather than do homework due the next day, charm you into staying up late when you had an early morning, or the rather reoccurring occasion where he would charm you into going on a double date, Steve your date, it had always been Steve.

At first it was no big deal, you were able to get through your middle school years still able to resist that charm, but high school was a different story. Come high school things got worse, that crush you had said would pass, had only become worse, and you supposed it was the interests the two of you had. The only classes you two didn’t have together was electives, those you had with Steve, what could you say, you were a closeted artist. As you progressed through you high school years the two classes you didn’t have with Bucky had become a solace for you, and each year that passed Steve’s comforting smile had only grown and grown, because with each year that passed the love you held for your best friend had only grown as well. Steve was always rooting for the two of you, even to this day, aside from Bruce he was that constant in your ear telling you to just tell him, “what’s the worst that could happen” he would say.

The thing was you never wanted to find out what the worst was, you had lived through a lot of it your college years. Bucky had quickly become a lady's man, there had been girls left and right throughout high school and it seemed the numbers had only increased once you entered college. You were able to preoccupy your mind easier in college what with all the classes you had piled on, so you didn’t have to see him put his charm on as much, and the once double dates he had asked you to join him on had become shared movie nights you had with Steve while Bucky enjoyed out a night on the town with his newest conquest. The thing was he always came back to you, always laid on that charm, and you were putty in his hands once more. Then a new girl would come along, and the charm would fall away, it was an endless cycle, an emotionally draining, endless cycle.

“y/n, hello,” a hand was being waved in your face, your pushing his hands away, a grin pulling at his lips.

“what do you need Buck, I need to finish this lab before my class,”

He’s smirking, “you’ve been so spaced out lately,” he responded avoiding your first question, “what have you been thinking about?”

You gestured around the lab area as if it’s the most obvious reason, “Seriously Buck, it’s finals week, or did you forget?” you questioned, “my mind has been on getting my students to pass so they can all be loaded onto you next semester,”

“As if you or Steve would let me forget its finals week,” he grins, “I knew you were thinking about me though,” he teases waggling a finger in your face, “I think you should just come out with it y/n,” his face turns serious, “you don’t have to hide it anymore, just tell me,”

Your raising a brow at him, what was this man getting at, “tell you what?”

“That you are completely and totally head over heels for me,”

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, eyes slightly growing wide, had he heard your conversation with Bruce, but you didn’t even admit to anything, no, no, no, a faltering forced grin pulled at your lips, “w-what?”

His fingers reached out to run over the tops of your cheeks, your mouth parted, breath catching in your throat, it was the tap to your nose that had your eyes blinking you back to reality. His head fell back in laughter, his arm once more pulling you into his side, his head falling to yours, “god you should have seen your face,” an awkward laugh leaves your lips. The more laughter that falls from his lips the tighter your heart constricts in the confines of your chest, its suffocating, “alright, alright Barnes,” you grumble, “we get it, it's funny,” you grit out.

“awe come on now doll,” he coos rubbing you shoulder, “don’t get upset it was funny, besides you know I’m just teasing,”

“funny?” you question raising a brow, “Barnes you being extra annoying and might I add wasting my precious lab time is anything but amusing to me, this is like a repeat of middle school”

“oh, come on y/n, you enjoyed spending time with me, I'm sure you preferred my company rather than that of your homework,”

You were rolling your eyes, but a grin was still splitting your lips, “whatever helps you sleep at night Buck,”

A smirk tugs at his lips as he invades your space, a warmth blossoming in your chest once more, “You could help me sleep at night if you j- ouch y/n,” he laughs as he moves away from your swinging arm.

He’s rounding the other side of your desk away from you, hands held up in surrender, “Buck seriously what do you need, I have less than-” you paused to look at the watch on your wrist, “less than 15 minutes to complete this lab, now can you please tell me what it is you came to borrow,”

Bucky’s rubbing at the back of his neck now, “uhm, I actually didn’t come to borrow anything this time around,”

You raised a brow, “no?” you questioned, “seems very unlike you, so what is it?”

“will you be home tonight?” his questions catches you off guard, a soft chuckle falls from your lips, “well that’s where I'm at every night after classes, why?” you questioned back drawing out the last word.

“I’m going out on a date tonight,” and there it is, “and how is that going to affect me being home?” hold it together y/n don’t let yourself crack just yet.

“Well I'm only asking incase my date and I decide to you know,” he sends you a wink, a shiver rolls through your spine.

“Gross Barnes, why can’t you go back to her place, that’s what you’ve been doing anyway, why do you have to bring her back to ours,”

“She has a roommate,” is his argument, and you can’t help but to stare at him in disbelief, “and what am I chopped liver, I'm your damn roommate too,”

He’s rounding the desk back towards you, hands falling to your shoulders, “c’mon y/n please,”

Your mouth drops open to argue, but he’s beating you to the punch, “I already asked Steve if you could stay with him and Sam tonight, he said there would be no problem, something about a movie night,” your heart falls in your chest, shoulders slumping because of course, Steve was always there, “so what do you say?”

And as much as you want to scream at him, a tired sigh is leaving your lips, “if that’s what it takes for you to get out of my lab, then yes Barnes,”

His arms are closing around you, “I promise I'll make it up to you,”

A forced laugh falls from your lips as you push him away, “sure whatever, try not to forget this time, now can you please go, I need to get to class since you took up all my time,”

“shit I'm sorry,” he groans looking at the watch on his hand, you shake your head at him as you move away from him to gather your things for your class. He calls out one last thank you, and that he owes you one before he’s disappearing out of the lab door. You scoff, how many times had you heard that one, how many times had you heard those words and still never learned.

Your placing your bag down onto the classrooms desk when your phone pings from within your bag, students trickling into their desks slowly.

Sam and I will pick you up from your last lab, we were thinking pizza and something off Netflix.

The bubbles were popping up before you could put together a reply

Sorry about Bucky, you should just tell him, stop putting yourself through all this heartache y/n, I hate seeing you hurting, this has been ongoing since highschool..

And that’s your cue to start class, your phone is forgotten as you round the desk clasping your hands in delight, “good evening everyone, hope you all studied last weeks lab,” you grinned catching several eye rolls, “because lucky for y’all there’s a pop quiz!” several groans roll through the room, laughter falling from your lips, “awe c’mon guys, it’s finals week, it’s your last pop quiz and your last lab before the year finishes!”

There are the occasional mutter of protests as you walk around the room passing out the quiz, the groans only growing louder when you jump into lab.

Lab always passed you by in flurry, there was just never enough time you felt, never enough time to share your knowledge, to share the love that you had for this subject, not that the students even showed remote interest, it was like clockwork, five minutes to dismissal and they were already packing things away for the night. By the time you were at the one minute mark, most of them were by the door, and it’s not like you could necessarily hold them, “alright y’all have a great night, and don’t forget to study for you exam!” you were screaming the last of the sentence as the students dismissed themselves.

A sigh left your lips as you walked around the room, picking up stray paper’s left behind and making sure all the equipment was put away nicely. Making your way back to the desk you packed up your belongings. A soft knock on the open lab door had you looking up from packing your bag, Steve waved back at you, Sam behind him with an equally warm smile, “you ready?” he’s asking making his way over to you. You nod your head stuffing the last of your paperwork into your bag, “you all came just in time,”

Steve’s engulfing you in a hug, you let out a muffled laugh, your arms going around his broad back, “Steve what?” He pulls away from you a half there smile on his lips, “just felt like you needed one,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders, and Steve knew you so well, after all these years he had learned that look in your eyes, and he just knew.

“Come on you two, I'm starving and a couch is calling our names!”

Laughter is falling from both your lips as you grab your bag, your arm wrapping around Steve’s as he leads you both to the door.

“Honestly why don’t they ever have anything good on here?” Sam groans, flipping through the genres for the third time, “by the time I find a movie, the pizza is going to be gone,”

“then just put something Samuel,” you murmur around your slice of pizza.

He turns his head towards you, eyes squinted, “you don’t think I’ve been trying to put something, there’s nothing to watch”

Steve eventually gets ahold of the remote, and settles on something random, “so y/n, who’s room do you want to take for the night?” Sam asks.

It was meant to be an honest, genuine question, but it didn’t stop you from thinking back to the reason for that question, it didn’t stop you from thinking back to him.

Your body jostles slightly with Steve leaning into you, his hand hitting Sam lightly, “what,”sam argues, “what did I say,” and your sure Steve is glaring at him.

“It was just a question,” he mutters giving Steve a glare back, “I’m sorry y/n if it bothered you,” his voice is softer as he acknowledges you, hand squeezing your knee comfortingly.

“It’s honestly fine Sam,” you reply giving him a warm smile, “just got lost in my head is all,”

“I don’t see why you don’t just tell Barnes already, he’s hurting you y/n, and trust me when we say we hate seeing you miserable when he does this,”

Your shaking your head, “what is there to tell Sam, he doesn’t see me that way, he’s always throwing the best friend card in my face, every time I've tried to tell him, it’s never the right time, I just,” you blew air out through your mouth, “I gave up, I'd rather have him the way I do now,”

“So you’d rather be hurting, you’d rather be waiting around for him while he goes out almost every other night not knowing the pain he’s leaving you in,”

Your shaking your head, “it doesn’t matter Sam, can we please just leave it alone, he doesn’t like me like that so drop it,”

“No, I'm not going to drop it y/n, we have all been rooting for you, we all can see something you obviously can’t that man cares for you,”

“He cares for me as his best friend,” you argue your frustration and heartache growing, “he doesn’t see me as anything more Sam and I am not going to put myself through the heartache that is sure to follow when I get myself disappointed,”

“but you don’t know th-”

“ENOUGH SAMUEL” you snap, “I don’t want to talk about this, or him anymore so please just let it go”

“y/n c’mon-”

You're getting up then, throwing your crust onto the cardboard box, “I’m going to bed, had I known I was going to get lectured, I would have gone home regardless of what Bucky wanted and wallowed in my own self-pity there,” you grumbled as you moved around their feet, “I'll see you guys in the morning,

You had chosen to take over Steve’s room, you were curled in on yourself when you heard soft knocks sound against the door. You mumbled a warbled ‘come in’, Steve poking his head in seconds later, a sympathetic smile sat on his lips.

“hey,” he started, “I just wanted to apologize for tonight, I’m sorry if we ruined movie night for you.”

You offered him a small smile, “it’s okay, not like we won’t have another one in a few days,”

Steve’s smile falls at your words, “it shouldn’t have to be like that y/n, I know he doesn’t do this often, kicking you out of your shared apartment but it's not right, he should know y/n,”

“Steve please don’t start, you already know why I can’t tell him,”

“y/n I know the two of you almost our whole life, we’ve been together since elementary when Bucky introduced us, I've grown with the two of you, there’s something there,”

You turned your head away from Steve eyes going to the ceiling, “you want me to tell him,” you grumbled, “then I'll tell him, but don’t act surprised, when you are wrong, now can you please go, I just want to sleep,”

“Y/n y-”

“Steve please, just go we have a long day tomorrow, or at least I do,” you muttered recalling your unfinished lab from this afternoon.

You could see that Steve had much more to say, more things he would like to tell you, but he also knew when to leave well enough alone. A soft sigh is leaving his lips, “Sam and I will see you tomorrow morning y/n, goodnight,”

You wished him a ‘goodnight’ as well the door shutting softly behind him, “its going to be a long night,” you thought out loud.

And it had been, you spent most of the night until the early hours of the morning tossing from one side of the bed to the other. Your mind had been restless as you thought over Sam and Steve’s words. While at first you had just said that you would tell Bucky to get them off your back, the more you had laid there awake in the dark the more you thought maybe you should, maybe getting this weight that had sat on your chest for so long off of your shoulders could be the thing to bring you some peace of mind. You knew the possibility of Bucky feeling the same was slim to none but there was a tiny part of you that had listened to Steves words, and dare you say it had made you hopeful that maybe you weren’t seeing something that everyone had been so adamant was there. It was in the early hours of the morning that you had decided enough was enough, you were tired of feeling sorry for yourself every time Bucky went out on a date, tired of your friends breathing down your neck to tell him, because they were sure he felt the same, so you had decided to do just that, and whether he felt the same way or not, well that would have to be something you’d have to wait to find out when you came to that moment.

Your alarm trilled incessantly on the nightstand, you groaned sleep still pulling at your eyes as you reached for your phone wanting to shut off the annoying device. It was when you brought your phone closer that you realized it wasn’t your alarm but Banner calling you, your brows furrowed in confusion as you answered the call bringing it up to your ear, “so are you going to come into lab today, your equipment is sitting out waiting to be worked on,”

“of course I'm going in,” you murmured rubbing at the sleep at your eyes, “why wouldn’t I?” you questioned as you sat up in the bed.

“oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’re two hours late?”

“what?!” you screeched, “two hours late, what time is it?” you questioned throwing yourself from the bed.

“it 11 a.m. y/n, you were supposed to be in at 9,”

“goddamnit, okay, okay,” you rushed out, “I'll be there soon!”

You didn’t give banner a chance to give his reply as you hung up the phone bolting from Steve’s room to grab your purse from the living room, you would just have to wear what you wore yesterday. Looking around the apartment you saw no sign of Steve or Sam, those jerks had left without waking you, why didn’t they wake you! You left their apartment in a flurry as you raced to campus, hair tosseled in the wind as you raced down the streets, you had never been more grateful in that moment that they lived so close to the campus you all worked at. You were out of breath by the time you reached the lab buildings, you checked your watch, Steve and Sam should be in their labs, oh man were they going to get a piece of your mind. Entering the building you marched down the hallway with determination in your stride, you were just to their door when their voices stopped you just feet shy of the doorway,

“she was cute, don’t get me wrong, but it just didn’t feel right, there was just something about her that,” a pause,” I don’t know just didn’t feel right being out with her,”

You could hear another sigh that didn’t belong to Bucky, “Honestly man that’s nothing new,” came Sam’s voice, “it ends the same every night, you sure you’re just not looking at what’s been right in front of you,”

“Sam don’t,” came Steve’s voice, “many people have tried, he just doesn’t get it,”

“are y’all talking about y/n?” Bucky questioned, a loud sigh left his lips, “honestly not this again, what can’t you all get that she’s just not my type, she’s my best friend, practically a sister to me, it would be weird.”

“how is she not your type Buck,” Steve argued, “you all practically followed the same field, you both have the same interest’s, you like what she likes, she likes what you like, you guys are a match made in heaven if you ask us, you can’t say nothing Is there Buck we see how you are with her,”

“Steve you see the girls I date, she’s nothing like them, she’s, she’s one of the guys,”

“That’s bullshit Barnes and you know it,” Sam argues, “you say she’s one of the guys, yet you flirt with her like you would any of your other conquests, you don’t let guys get next to her, hell you don’t even let them ask her out on a date, if it isn’t you she’s with it’s a no go for you,”

“Shut up Wilson, I know how guys are, I'm just protecting her from getting her heartbroken,”

Steve lets out a loud scoff, “you say you’re protecting her heart, yet you’re the one causing her pain,”

Bucky lets out a groan, and your barely able to hold in your tears, “Look I don’t know what to tell you guys, how many more times do you want me to tell you guys that I don’t feel the same way she does about me for you guys to leave it alone, I don’t see her like that I'm not sure that I ever will, sure she's a great girl and we might have all these things in common, but that the thing she’s my best friend, nothing more.

Your barely able to bring a hand up to your mouth to muffle the sob that escapes past your lips, you can hear feet coming towards you but your frozen to your spot, Steve pops into your blurry view first, “shit y/n,” he goes to move toward you but you hold a shaky hand up. Its when Bucky appears in your line of sight that you lose it, another sob tearing through you.

“this is why I told you all to leave it alone,” you gritted out through your tears, “but you couldn’t could you, why were you so adamant for me to tell him my feelings when you knew, you knew that he didn’t feel the same,” Steves head falls, Sam shakes his head, and Bucky looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“y/n ple-”

Your shaking your head rubbing away at the tears, “I can’t believe you would continuously tell me to express my feelings, even telling me that you just knew he felt the same, yet you also knew he didn’t reciprocate them,” another sob shook through you, “I don’t know how many times I told you that this is exactly what I wanted to avoid, but I guess it's great I found out this way, at least I wouldn’t have looked like an idiot later on telling him how I felt and hoping to god he felt the same way like you all had said,”

“Y/n,” your eyes fall to Bucky and you can barely stand the heartache that sits heavy on your chest when you look into those blue orbs, “I'm sorry I wish things could be different,”

Your roll your eyes regardless of the fat wet tears still rolling down your face, because of course he would say something like that, “You don’t have to pretend Barnes, we all know how you feel, just wish you could have said something since you knew,”

“y/n I-”

“No buck,” your anger was flaring just beneath the rejection that you felt, “you knew yet you continued to toy with my emotions, always flirting, Steve was right to think you might have felt something, you almost had us all fooled,”

His face fell, “you guys got what you wanted, he knew, he knows, and I told you exactly what would happen,” you murmured more tears building up, “why couldn’t you guys just leave well enough alone, why couldn’t you leave it alone especially when you all knew!” you cried.

“Hey guys everything okay” Banner questioned coming down the hall from your lab he drew closer taking in your disheveled form, “woah y/n, you okay,” he questioned warily, you shook your head, “do you think you could pack up the equipment, and send an email out to my classes that I won’t be in today,” Banner’s brows furrowed in confusion, “of course, but what’s going on?”

“it’s nothing,” you said through your tears, “I just, I have to go, I’m sorry,” you choked out turning on your heel as you ran out the building. You were a mess as you kept your head down, walking past various students and professors on campus. Your head remained downcast until you made it back to your shared apartment with Bucky, your key sliding into the lock as you let yourself in. You didn’t make it far as the tears, and heartache consumed you, your feet pulling you to the floor. Heartbreak was a funny thing wasn’t it. You expect it to happen, yet for some reason one is never really prepared for it. We underestimate the power it holds, it’s like giving a murderer a gun and expecting not to killed. Why aren’t we ever prepared for the unenviable? It’s because we don’t think it will happen to us, we live in denial, hearts are meant to be cherished not broken.

Eventually the tears stop, but the ache remains, why did you have to listen to that small part in the back of your mind, why didn’t you listen to the loud voice booming through you that just like the many other times where the moment wasn’t right, that this hadn’t been right either, why didn’t you just listen.

The door of your apartment creaking open had your eyes drifting to the door, Bucky looking down at your fallen form.

“Oh y/n,” he murmured, he went to move towards you, but you halted him in his actions with a hand in the air.

“Please don’t,” you mumbled, “I think you’ve done enough,”

“Y/n please let me explain,” he tried.

Your head snapped up, “explain what Bucky, what is there to explain?” you questioned, “because your words with Steve and Sam earlier spoke volumes, I don’t think there Is much left to say, you’ve said enough,”

“y/n please you have to-”

“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to,” you hissed, “Look Bucky I get it okay, I’m your best friend and that’s all you’ll ever see me as,” you sucked in a breath, “I'm still going to be that for you, but I need time, I don’t want to know about your dates anymore, I don’t want to even hear about you bringing someone home, nor am I going to be asked to stay at Steve’s or Sam’s I'm done Bucky, for the rest of the semester just let me be, I don’t want to hear from you, Steve, or Sam, I just need to focus on myself, I need to get back into the right headspace, and I can’t do that if all I feel when I'm around you is heartache, it’s time I've moved on, I always knew my feelings for you were never reciprocated, and I should have listened instead of trusting that small piece of hope Steve gave me,”

Bucky can’t seem to understand the pain that throbs heavily in his chest, he blames it on the fact that he feels like his friendship with you has completely broken apart, but deep down he knows it's much more. Even though you can’t bear the sight of him, when you’ve made your way to your feet, you still move over to him, hand falling to his cheek, fingers running over his forlorn features, “I just need time Buck, and I promise, everything will go back to the way it was, just give me that,”

And he wants to be selfish and tell you no, that he doesn’t want to give you your space, because he doesn’t like the pain sitting on his chest, but then he can’t bring himself to speak the words, because you’ve always done everything for him without so much as argument.

As he watches you walk away from him everything feels so uncertain, and he doesn’t like that feeling, he doesn’t like not knowing what’s going to happen between the two of you.

It takes you a month and within that month, Bucky has realized something, you’re a much bigger part of his life then he let himself believe. The feeling that had dwelled heavy in his chest had not dimmed, or dwindled away like he hoped, no, it had sat there on his chest every waking hour. You had stayed true to your word, and focused on yourself, your students, and your work. They had tried getting you to talk to them, give them the time of the day, hell he had even gone as far as to continue to go to your lab to borrow equipment but Banner had always been the one to greet him and pass him what he needed. Bucky could only look over his shoulder at you, a feeling gnawing away at his chest. Even when the semester had finished you had still kept strong declining their move nights, dinner plans, and nights out on the town. He barely had seen much of you aside from the moments in your lab because as soon as you arrived home you would make your way straight to your room and only come out when you needed to fetch something. Bucky made himself believe that your absence was affecting them all, when in reality it had only been him it affected the most. He didn’t realize why, till Steve explained it to him on one of the nights you get again had declined their company.

“Let’s just go Bucky, stop looking so down in the dumps, this isn’t the first time she’s declined your offer,”

“That’s just the thing Steve she said she needed time, and I’ve given her that, how much longer is she going to keep doing this?” He questioned with a sigh.

“She was hurt Buck, she also needs time to get over you she’s been in love with you since middle school, letting go of something like that can’t possibly be easy, why do you want her to just go back to way things were, she wasn’t happy,”

“Because I miss her,” he growls.

“and you don’t think we miss her too, she was a huge part of us as well Buck,”

A puff of air leaves his lips in frustration, “ you don’t understand Steve, I miss her, I miss spending time with her just the two of us, I miss her giving me crap when she knew I was doing something wrong, I miss coming home to her cooking dinner for the two of us when my labs ran late, I miss coming home to tell her about my day, I-” it hits him then, everything he couldn’t find in those other girls is because he had already had them in you.

A smirk is pulling at Steve’s lips at the look on Bucky’s face, “you finally get what we all saw, don’t you,”

Bucky’s hand comes up to his head, how could he have been so blind, to think that crush that he had on you in elementary had actually faded. “God am I blind,” he mutters.

Steve laughs, “that’s one way to put it man, but I guess it's better late than never,”

And Bucky can’t stop thinking about it, about this new feeling that has risen within him, why couldn’t he have realized it earlier, why did he have to hurt you, push you away for him to realize how much you meant to him.

“So what are you going to do?”

Bucky’s running a hand over his face, because he knows what he wants to do, “can I take a rain check on tonight,”

Steve’s laughing then, “of course man, you can meet up with us next time, and hopefully y/n will be joining us,”

“let’s hope so,” he chuckles nervously, and Steve feels for his friend, but he knows whatever happens between the two of you is what’s meant too.

It takes Bucky a few minutes but he finally gets the courage to move towards your room. His hand hovers over your door, he can do this he thinks, he can do this. His fist meets you door, knuckles wrapping softly against the wood. He can hear your quiet “come in” through the closed door. He sucks in a breath before his hand reaches down, fingers wrapping around the silver knob.

You look up to see Bucky’s head peek through, you heart races in your chest, “Buck I already said no,” Watching with wide eyes, you watch him step into your room shutting the door behind him, “Bucky what’s going on?” you questioned as you watched him pace in place.

“I can’t believe it took me this long,” he laughed breathily, “I can’t believe I wasted so much time,”

You raised a brow, “what do you mean Buck, what took you so long?”

Bucky looks at you then, and you only grow more concerned when he just stares, “Buck seriously what’s wrong, why aren’t you out with the guys?”

“y/n we need to talk, but I need you to listen, I need you to hear me out as much as you might not want too,”

“Buck your kind of scaring me,” you laughed.

“that makes two of us sweetheart,”

You watch him take a breath in before he’s releasing it, his hands clasping together, “god, I don’t even know where to start,” he murmurs, “fuck maybe I should have waited till I had my thoughts together,”

“buck just say it, it can’t be that bad,”

“fuck,” he mutters pacing again.

“buck just say it!” you voice louder your own heart beating heavily in your chest from his erratic behavior.

He stops pacing eyes falling to yours, “I’m pretty sure I'm in love with you,”

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes going wide, “excuse me,” you breath.

“I said, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you,”

“are you serious right now” you murmured, “Bucky this isn’t funny,” you added your lower lip wobbling.

“y-yeah, I'm serious y/n, this isn’t something I would joke about,”

“why?”

His brows furrow at your question, “what do you mean why?”

“why are you doing this Buck, is it because I needed time away from you, is it because you have no one to talk to about your dates, is this because you can’t bring anyone home anymore, is this b-”

He’s shaking his head roughly, “god no y/n, why, why would I be telling you I think I'm in love with you for any of those reason’s”

“I don’t know Bucky maybe it’s the fact that a couple of weeks ago you were telling the guys that you would never see me as more than your best friend, and the second I'm somewhat out of your life, now you think you love me?” you question exasperatedly, “like who does that Buck,”

“apparently me,” he mumbles, head casted down.

“what?”

“I said apparently me,” he speaks louder, “look y/n I know you might not want to believe me,”

“that’s an understatement,”

“Jesus,” he groans, “y/n I'm trying to talk to you about this, and you’re just making this incredibly difficult for me, especially because I've been such an idiot for so long.” He sighs when you don’t speak but look at him expectantly, “I know how this looks, I know how all this looks but goddamnit y/n I miss you, I miss having someone call me out on my shit, I miss having someone to talk to about my day, not my dates,” he adds, “i miss coming home to you making dinner for us when my labs run late, I miss going to your lab to bother you for things, I miss our movie nights, I miss spending time with you, just you and me,” he sighs, “i just miss you,”

“Bucky but that doesn’t mean you're in love with me, you just miss your best friend,”

His head is shaking again, “Y/n I'm pretty sure I have been in love with you since elementary, you just never showed interest then so I guess I pushed those feelings to the way back of my mind and they kind of just stayed there,”

“Bucky we were kids, and you were annoying,”

He laughs, “what I'm trying to say, aside from me being a blind idiot, is that it’s always been you y/n, I always wondered why my dates never worked out, why they never had that thing that I knew was missing, and it’s because I barely realized the thing missing from my life was you, all these women were wrong because it wasn’t you, in a way I was trying to fill a void,”

“so why not say something earlier, why did you have to wait for me to be out of your life for you to finally say something, you realize how this looks to me right,”

“because this just opened my eyes,” he sighed, “and I know what this looks like but I promise whatever your thinking its not that,”

You fall quiet as you take in his words, he just said he loved you, something you had been longing to hear from him for years, but how could you believe him. What if this was just an in the moment thing, what if he just missed his best friend what if-

“Don’t do that y/n”

You looked up at him through watery eyes, “what?”

“I know your second guessing everything I just told you, I know you can’t believe it, but it’s true, let me show you,”

You wiped under your eyes, “show me what?” You questioned.

“Let me take you out, just one date,”

“Bucky I don’t know, I don’t think I can handle another repeat,” you murmured looking down at your hands.

Your heard him move towards you, his feet bringing him to eye level, “give me a chance y/n, just one date,”

It took him a month, but he realized during that time what he had been missing.

He had his arms around you, your body leaning on his, the softness and gentle caress of his arm against your neck had shivers rolling down your spine. The two of you were sat on the hood of his car, eyes looking out over the lit up lavish city. Your first date. The world was quiet around you no words shared between the two of you because the moment shared here spoke volumes. Bucky turned to look down at you, your eyes meeting his, a warm smile pulling at both of your lips. “I really enjoyed tonight,” you murmured.

Bucky’s hand came up to your cheek, his fingers running along your heated skin, “i enjoyed it too,”

“was there anything missing?” you questioned staring up into his ocean blue orbs.

“there was one thing,” he murmured a sly smile tugging at his lips as he leaned into you.

Your heart raced in your chest, as he got closer, his breath mingling with yours. Your eyes slipped shut the second his lips touched yours, sparks flying in every direction, the world slowly disappearing around the two of you.

It had taken him a month, but he finally realized what he had been missing. You.

717 notes · View notes

monsoonblooms12 · 4 years

Text

Detectives By Chance: Chapter 3- Lifeless

A/N: Hi, how is everyone doing💫💛? Today I have the 3rd chapter of Detectives by Chance. This fic was one of my personal favourites to write, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Forgive any mistakes and happy reading💛💛!

Thank you so very much @ohramsey for pre-reading and making my day many times better with your lovely comments🤍❤.

Series Summary: It was supposed to be a usual weekend for the four. Coffee, fun, friends and love. But an unexpected case changed their lives in a way they had never imagined. A mystery - a murder - many secrets… Will Ethan, Pooja, Alexandra and Mark, be able to survive? Or will the circumstances twist and break their lives forever?

Pairing: Ethan × f!MC (Dr. Pooja Sharma)

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters. I only own the OCs and my MC.

Word count: 1.7K

Triggers: Mentions of blood, murder

A gloved hand moved steadily towards her. It held something that glistened under the obscure luminescence of the surroundings.

It was, It was a knife. And something was trickling from it, something scarlet.

Blood. Fresh Blood.

The gloved hand came closer and closer. The blood on the knife in that hand glinted.

And then, a croaky, vicious laughter reached her ears.

The growly voice professed “ I began the game, and I will complete it. You are going to die, I WILL KILL YOU!!” and another hoarse laugh followed.

Then the knife was in front of her face, near to her throat. She wanted to throw it out of that hand, but she couldn’t move. Something invisible tied her to her place.

So she screeched, she shrieked but to no avail.

“NO! Please don’t do this, please don’t do this, I don’t know you, I didn’t do anything, please don’t do this, PLEASE!!!”

“Pooja??”

“Don’t do this, No, please don’t do this….”

“Baby? POOJA?”

“AHHHHHHH! Leave me, leave me alone.”

“Pooja, Sweetheart, Wake Up!”

“Go away, go- Ohh, Ethan!” Pooja finally woke up from her nightmare.

She hugged Ethan tightly, too frightened to let go, the visions of her nightmare still fresh in her mind. Even on a cold night like that, she was sweating profusely.

“Ethan, I saw it again. The same nightmare. Every single night since that day. I- I am really scared.” Pooja mumbled, slightly tearing up on the thought of the nightmare. She had always thought of herself to be a headstrong lady. And now these nightmares were making her feel like a dastard, snatching away her confidence.

“Baby, I am here, I will always be here, by your side. I love you, and I won’t let any harm even look at you, let alone touch you.” Ethan murmured in her ears and cradled her to sleep. Feeling secure in his arms, Pooja slowly slipped into a silent slumber.

Three days ago:

Pooja and Alex stood at the door, their eyes wide, hands shaking obscurely and their face pale. They couldn’t think of anything, nor could they move. It felt as if somebody had stuck their feet in place.

Mr Davis’s body was in a horrific condition. The most prominent was the slit throat, but there were many cuts and marks on his hand and face. It was clear that he was not the man behind the notes, because seeing his condition, he had been dead for at least 5 hours, and the blood on the note was relatively fresh.

Finally, succeeding in breaking from the haze, Lex ushered Pooja away from the room and closed the door. She took her to the nearest water fountain, made her drink and sat her on one of the hospital seats. Pooja was slowly breaking from her haze, but the sight made her remember one of the most terrible incidents of her past. One she had always wanted to forget. One she had hidden deep in her heart, but she couldn’t forget it.

Lex pulled her phone out and shot a text to Ethan and Mark asking their whereabouts. Their replies came almost immediately. Ethan was in the diagnostics office, whereas Mark was collecting some results from the lab. Their next text was the same, “What happened?”

Alex told Mark to come ASAP to the diagnostics office, and then she took Pooja and set off for the same destination.

In 5 minutes, all the four were in the diagnostics office. From the looks on Pooja and Alex’s faces, Mark and Ethan could tell something grim had happened.

“Lex, what happened? Is it another note? Did somebody do something to you both? Just say the word, and I will make sure that they don’t see the end of this” Mark fumed, clenching his fists.

“M, first I need you to calm down. The person, whosoever they are, they are very dangerous. They have a sinister ploy, and it seems like they are coming for us.” Alex said, with a sprinkle of uneasiness. She shuddered ever so slightly, but it was enough for Ethan, Mark and Pooja to notice. Pooja put a hand around her.

“That is okay, but can you tell us what has happened? You two look like you have just seen a ghost.” Ethan asked concernedly.

“W-We went to check on Mr Davis-”

“Mr Davis, who?”

“Mark, focus, it is the name of Poo and Lex’s Patient.”

“Oh! Okay sorry, continue.”

“So we went to check on Mr Davis in the morning. When we went to our lockers, there w-was another n-note in my locker” Pooja presented the note as she spoke.

Mark took the note from Pooja while Ethan held her by her shoulder. The situation had hit her much harder than the other three. It brought grim memories of a past she never wanted to remember again.

Alex continued, “After getting the note, we went to check in on Mr Davis, to make sure he was alright and also to check if he was instigating all this or not. However, when we reached his room, it was locked.”

“Okay, that is wrong. Patient rooms are never locked, as doctors and nurses have to go in and out quite often” Ethan stated.

“Exactly! That was the first suspicion. Then I went to get the key from the nurses’ office. And it appeared that they had lost the original one. The nurses spent five freaking minutes in searching the duplicate one.”

“Okay, definitely fishy,” Mark remarked.

“Yup! So then I arrived with the key, opened the door, and-” Lex stopped abruptly. The next words were arduous to say even for her.

“And we saw, Mr Davis, lying dead with his throat slit. His body was all bloody. W-we were so horrified that we c-closed the door and left.” Pooja completed, somehow mustering up courage, but losing it all once she had finished speaking.

These words seemed to take a toll on Mark and Ethan too. The thing they all took for an imprudent joke was not a joke at all. They were dealing with a murderer and a treacherous one.

“We have to inform the Police. This is not something we can manage alone” Ethan asserted, breaking through the silence that had settled in the room. They still had some time before the morning shifts started, and if they hurried, they could also find some vital clues from the dead man’s room.

“Let’s go to Dr. Banerji and inform him what happened. Then till the time the Police reaches, we can look around the room for any clues we might find” Pooja suggested, composing herself and the 4 of them rushed to the Chief’s office.

After recounting everything to Dr Banerji, who assured that the Police would be informed to come as soon as possible, Mark, Ethan, Alex and Pooja set out for Mr Davis’s room.

Alex unlocked the door with the duplicate key she still had, and the four of them entered.

For the first time, Mark and Ethan came face to face with the dead body, and the sight made them discomposed. They had seen many patients dying, but to see someone dying due to an illness and to see someone killed cold-bloodedly is very distinct.

The four of them started searching the surroundings. Their eyes had trained to observe the details, so they didn’t have to touch anything. But nothing seemed suspicious. Nothing looked out of place. Well, nothing except the dead man.

However, in the corner of the room, something caught Pooja’s attention. A note. No, Another note. It looked the same as the previous ones.

“Look!” She said to get everyone’s attention. The other three turned and went to where Pooja was standing.

“Another one?”

“It looks like the murderer knew that we were gonna come to investigate”

“Should we pick it up?”

“I think we should. But I am not sure.”

“Let’s pick it up, coz we know well the Police won’t share their investigation with us.”

Pooja picked it up lightly.

Suddenly Ethan called out, “Wait a sec, what is that?”

Ethan bent down and picked two more pieces of paper. One looked like a receipt of something, and the other one was a visiting card.

“A visiting card! Look if there is any name or any identity?” Lex and Pooja asked

Mark analyzed the card and said, “Nope. The name is too faded to read. But-”

“But what?” The other three asked in unison.

“But if we look closely, we may be able to deduce the address written on it.”

“So are we keeping these stuff?” Ethan questioned, slight uncertainty evident in his voice.

“For now. But if the Police doesn’t get any other solid clue, we can present them these along with our research.” Mark uttered.

“Alright. But lets going before we get suspected” Pooja said, ushering them out.

“Mark, Ethan, you two take these and keep them with you. We both will go and drop the spare key at the nurses’ office.” Lex mentioned, and the four of them left the room.

Now:

The Police were now regular visitors at the hospital. Although the case was supposed to be highly private, the hospital gossip spread like wildfire, and the fear was evident in the staff.

But that didn’t mean any decrease in rush at the hospital. As the new week began, the workload increased, and everyone drowned themselves in it to keep unpleasant thoughts at bay.

Pooja and Alex had been questioned by the authorities multiple times, obviously because they were assigned the case, just before the murder.

However, they couldn’t help much. They told the officers about everything they knew, except for the notes. Mainly because they didn’t have time to research the evidence they had found in the room.

But what had happened had pulled forgotten strings in Pooja’s heart. The nightmares began, and they got worse and worse every single day.

Finally and luckily, Ethan and Pooja had a day off together, which was rare. So, they decided to sit down to research the clues they had collected.

However, what they hadn’t realized then was that even tiny bits of paper, can bring out dark reminiscent of a forgotten past.

PS: So that’s all for chapter 3. If you enjoyed the story, please like, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going 💕. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a great day ahead.💕💕

Tags: @bbrandy2002 @kaavyaethanramsey @ohramsey @ohvamsey @hopelessromanticmonie @trrfanaddict @nervoussaladsludgeopera @imonlybibecauseofethanramsey @lovablegranny @bellcat2010 @gkittylove99 @kingliam2019 @3riche @chetachisblog @starrystarrytrouble @arcticrivers @aylamreads @drariellevalentine @mvalentine @aestheticartsx @angela8756 @schnitzelbutterfingers @choicesficwriterscreations

#pixelberry choices #open heart second year #open heart #choices oh #choices open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan x mc #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan x pooja #pooja sharma #alexandra walton #mark danvers #lex x mark #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week #my fanfics✒

49 notes · View notes

thewnchstrs · 6 years

Text

The Vessel

Pairing: none

Disclaimers: none

Word count: 9.3K

A/N: Okay so this isn’t actually the first episode with Casifer but it was the first one that Sam and Dean found out Cas was possessed so there was a little bit more to work with. If you had a different episode for this fic in mind let me know and I’ll write it for you!!

Masterlist

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Y/N and Sam sat in the same spot they were in the night before: hunched over books and piles of papers in the kitchen, their eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

Dean entered the kitchen, just past 8AM, rolling the sleeves of his shirt, eyeing the two at the table as he reached for the coffee pot.

“We’re all out,” Sam said, not even looking at his brother. Even with this, Dean held the pot over his empty cup before clambering it back into its dock on the counter.

“There was a half a bag yesterday.”

“We killed it,” Y/N said, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands before handing Dean her empty cup who took it exasperatedly, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, did you know the Nazis had a special branch devoted to archaeology?” Sam asked, looking up from his book for the first time.

“A little early for Nazi trivia,” Dean said, rummaging through the fridge, “Especially without caffeine.”

“It was called the ‘Ahnenerbe.’” Sam said, reading from the book, expertly reading the German, “There were sites all over Germany, and then as the Nazis increased their territory, they started popping up in- in Poland, Finland, North Africa-”

“Yeah, how is this more important than our coffee situation?” Dean asked, throwing the milk he’d just sniffed back into the fridge, shutting it angrily as he ran a hand down his face.

“Drama queen,” I muttered under my breath.

“’Cause Y/N and I found something. I mean, we need something- magic, a weapon strong enough to give us a shot against Amara.”

Sam was right. Our chances of bringing Amara down empty handed were just as slim as Dean actually giving a rat’s ass this early in the morning. I watched as he picked the coffee pot up once again, this time opening it as he peered inside, as if making sure we truly were out of coffee.

“So I’ve been looking outside the lore in history,” Sam went on, flipping the pages of the book in front of him. “And I found this, uh, ‘The Vichy Memorandums’.”

“The Nazi communications?” I asked, the information perking my interest.

“Yeah,” Sam’s eyebrows cinched together in confusion and shock, “You heard of ‘em?”

“They came up in my research too. Go on.”

“Well, they puzzle historians to this day, and they speak of a super weapon obtained by the Ahnenerbe, said to be strong enough to win the war.”

I raised my eyebrows at this, shooting a glance to Dean who was rubbing his eyes, “Yeah? What was it?”

“Well, uh, these memos refer to it as ‘The Hand Of God.’ I mean, that was sort of a catchall term for several objects he touched on Earth in biblical times and, get this,” Sam said, eyes wide, “they’re believed to contain traces of his power.”

Dean seemed more than unimpressed as he pushed off from the counter he’d been leaning against, “Yeah, well, the Nazis believed a lot of things.”

“Dean, Lucifer’s caged,” I began, not sure how he didn’t see this as an opportunity for us to finally have something that could potentially defeat Amara. “God’s M.I.A. the only beings strong enough to battle Amara are gone. I’m sorry, Dean but I’m with Sam on this one. If we’re gonna fight her, what better way to arm up than with an actual dose of his power?”

Dean sighed, thinking about it, letting a beat pass before he approached the table, plopping down on the bench seat next to me, “Okay, so you said the Nazis got their hands on one of these, uh...’hands’.”

“Right.”

“Well, if it was so powerful it could win them the war, why didn’t it?” He reached across the table, snatched Sam’s cup from where it sat. He threw his head back, desperate for just a drop of caffeine, bringing it away disappointed.

“Because they lost it,” I said, now reading from the book in front of me. “En route to Berlin, it was stolen. The Nazis searched high and low for the thief, but they never found their prime suspect: Delphine Seydoux.” I pushed the book into the middle of the table, the picture of Delphine staring back up at us. “She was a french mistress to a high-ranking Nazi, thought to be a french traitor ‘til she killed her German lover and made off with the weapon.”

“The Hand of God?”

“The Hand of God,” I confirmed, nodding.

“Allied spy? French resistance?” Dean asked.

“That’s what the Nazis thought, but their investigation led them to a different conclusion- that she was ‘un femme de lettres.’“ I watched them expectantly, waiting for them to catch on, Dean raised his eyebrows, waiting for the translation. I sighed, “A woman of letters.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Castiel held the green tablet in one hand, using his others to fight off the aliens on the screen, poking and prodding each one until they exploded into a thin sheen of dust. The music from the game like an old arcade played loudly in the all concrete room.

Numerous demons stood before him, their hands crossed waiting for orders, but Castiel continued to sit, one leg thrown over the other on his throne. They’d have to wait until he was ready to talk.

The demons stood, looking at each other in silent conversation as to not disturb Castiel, or, Lucifer, he now was. The group elected one of the demons, a young, scrawny one that was newest to the job. They’d convinced him it would get him a promotion when in reality, everybody knew how this would end.

The demon slowly made his way to the front of the group, his voice shaking slightly as he spoke, “Uh, sir? Would you like to hear the latest soul numbers?”

“No, because I don’t care.” Lucifer said simply, not bothering to look up from his screen.

The demon looked back to his coworkers who egged him on, nodding their heads in the direction of their new King. The demon cleared his throat, “How about an update on Amara?” Instantly, the noises from the game quieted as Lucifer looked up at the group. The demon shifted on his feet nervously as he continued, “Well, the update is, well that there is no update. We still haven’t found her.”

“Sir, if I may,” another demon began, she walked forward in front of the group, hoping to save the situation. “Since you’ve claimed the throne, we could use some direction. Any direction. We could deploy a force. Real boots on the ground, shake the trees to find her-”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, obviously uninterested at her attempts to make him communicate with them on something he really could care less about. He clicked the tablet back to life, the noise of the game filling the room once again.

“...W-with you leading the charge, of course.” She continued, “We have had a coward and a fool at the helm for too long-” From the other side of the room could be heard muffled groans from their previous King who found himself to be in a pretty...tight situation. “Perhaps it’s time to-”

Lucifer held a finger up to the demon, looking in the direction of where Crowley was caged. “Doggie wants to speak.”

A gate was rolled open, the platform Crowley was secured to, pushed out into the open, his hands a feet bound to chains.

“How dare you.” Crowley snarled to the demons, “The impudence. The lack of humility. That’s no way to talk to your master...Lucifer.”

Lucifer smiled, “That’s a good doggie.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Who knew the Men of Letters had European chapters?” Dean said, pulling a large book from one of the numerous shelves in the library.

“Maybe it wasn’t an entire chapter,” Sam suggested from the other side of the room, balancing a number of books in his arms that Y/N continued to pull from the shelves. Everything they could possible need to know about the Hand of God had to be somewhere in one of these books. “Just some assets, you know?”

“Yeah, and letting women join way back in the ‘40s?” Dean asked to which Y/N shot him a look over her shoulder, warning him to watch what he was about to say. “I just never got the impression that they were so big on gender equality, that’s all. You know, it’s right there in the name: The Men of Letters.”

“Well, it was World War 2,” Y/N said. “Kind of an all-hands-on-deck situation, you know?”

“Yeah, Rosie the Riveter,” Dean said, smiling to himself. “Cool.”

“Here you go.” Sam said, reading from one of the books, “This report was written by Clifford Henshaw, a bunker-based Man of Letters back in 1943. It’s the right era.” Sam carried the book to one of the tables in the middle of the room, setting it down with a large thud. “But it’s in French.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Y/N scanned the pages of the book, a blue light emitting from the long device. The door behind her opening and then closing, Dean’s voice echoing through the room, “Well?”

“So it’s definitely about Delphine,” I said, reading the words that were coming up on the computer screen, the French quickly being translated into English. Sam stood over my shoulder, taking notes. “Her name’s at the top of every page. And check this out.”

Dean sat beside me, sliding the papers in front of him, “What are these?”

“Transcriptions,” Sam said, his eyes bouncing between the computer screen and the notebook in his hands. “From transatlantic cables between Clifford and Delphine.”

“What do they say?”

“Give me a second,” Sam clicked through the translations, “web translation’s kind of buggy.”

Dean nodded, taking a drink from the beer resting between his fingers, “Seriously Dean?” Y/N said, eyeing the bottle. “It’s like, noon.”

“Yeah, well you and Sasquatch drank all the coffee, so what am I supposed to drink? Water?”

“Look at this,” Sam slid the laptop in between Dean and I, pointing at the screen full of translated words. “They were making arrangements to get the artifact out of Europe to keep it safe. Uh, Henshaw pulled some strings with a Man of Letters in the O.S.S. to requisition an active U.S. submarine to transport Delphine and the weapon back to the states...back to here.”

“Wait, the bunker?”

“Yeah.”

“So it’s been here the whole time?” Y/N questioned. “Don’t tell me all of this was for nothing-”

Sam quickly typed something neither Dean nor Y/N could explain before pressing enter, an article about the USS Bluefin popping up with a picture of a large ship.

“No.” Sam said, shaking his head as he read the article, “Never arrived. Uh, the U.S.S. Bluefin came under German attack midway through its trip across the Atlantic. The sub was sunk.” Sam quickly tapped for the next page, this time, a black and white picture of a man in a US uniform popped up. “The ship and its contents haven’t been recovered to this day.”

Sam ran a hand down his tired face, closing the laptop in frustration.

“Great.” Y/N nodded, feeling more defeated than ever. “It’s lost.”

“Or is it?” Dean asked, eyeing the two of them.

“Well, yeah, I’d say so.” Sam said, gesturing to the closed laptop.

“It couldn’t have made it out of there,” Y/N shook her head, recalling what the article had said, “I mean, tides took the wreckage. Submersibles have been trying to locate it for years. I mean, if James Cameron and his “Avatar” billions can’t find it-”

“Yeah, but...we have something that James Cameron doesn’t have.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The weaponry Lucifer had requested was rolled into the room on a large cart, the spears and swords dangerously sticking out in mid air. Lucifer stood from his throne, careful not to step on Crowley who was seated at the foot of his chair, his hands and feet still bound.

Lucifer reached for one of the spears, sighing deeply. “That’s all of it?”

“Yes, sir. The requested weaponry from your crypts.” The demon said, eyeing Lucifer as he examined the spear in his hand. “Does it...please you?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes before turning on his heels, “Spare me.”

Lucifer gestured for the demons to leave the room, leaving only him and Crowley who couldn’t even look into Lucifer’s eyes without shaking profusely.

“How are your wounds, doggie?” Lucifer mocked after the door behind the last demon had closed. He turning the spear in his hands.

“They are...no less than I deserve.” Crowley muttered, choosing his words carefully as Lucifer scratched the top of his head, making him wince in pain.

“Aww,” Lucifer chuckled, obviously enjoying every minute of this, “You’re scared of your master. That’s a good doggie.” Lucifer continued to rub Crowley’s head before yanking him back by his ear. “But it’s an act. I broke you, but, um...yep! I can still smell it, you’ve got that delectable little whiff of defiance. You’re just playing, huh?”

Lucifer tugged harder at Crowley’s ear. “You’re just waiting for your moment to retake the throne. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir.”

Lucifer let off of Crowley’s ear, “Well, then...tell me, uh, once and future, King of Hell,” he laughed as he mocked him, “you’ve been watching my rule. What treasonous thoughts do you have brewing in that little head of yours, huh?” He waited a beat and when Crowley didn’t speak he lightly toed him in the side, “What are you really thinking hmm?”

Crowley sighed, knowing that if he wanted to get this over with that he’d have to play at his games. “The truth, sir?”

“Yeah.”

Crowley turned slightly to look up at who he once knew as Castiel- the Winchester’s best friend, who was now the person he feared most. “You’re not strong enough.” Lucifer listened in interest, watching his every move, “You’ve had your weapons delivered. You realize they won’t be enough. If you thought you could be Amara, you’d be taking the fight to her...right now.”

A beat passed before Lucifer reached out a hand, making Crowley flinch away only to have Lucifer pat his shoulder, “You’re a clever little doggie. You’re right. At the moment, I-I may be a bit underequipped. Maybe defeating Amara was a bit more of a team effort than I led certain people to believe. You know, all that said...” Lucifer lifted Crowley’s face using the spear so his eyes would meet his, “I’m still your master. Did I let you out of that kennel too soon?”

Crowley held back his fear as he whispered his answer, praying to God he wouldn’t be subject to the small cage again, “No.”

A ringing came from inside the pocket of Lucifer’s trench coat. Keeping the spear tucked under Crowley’s chin, he picked up the phone, examining the contact that flashed on the screen. “No barking. It’s showtime.”

Lucifer released the pressure of the spear off of Crowley’s neck as he returned to his seat on the throne, accepting the call as he held it up to his ear, managing his best Cas voice, “Hello, Dean.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“There were several God-touched objects, but it never occurred to me that any had survived the flood, let alone the 20th century.” Lucifer said, looking at the pictures that Sam, Dean and Y/N had taped to the walls. Lucifer kept his voice low to fool them into thinking Cas was still, indeed, Cas.

“Do you think we can use it against Amara?” Sam asked.

“It’s perfect,” Lucifer said, mainly to himself. Sam, Y/N and Dean glanced at each other, waiting for him to go on. “I can get you back there.”

“Without wings?” Y/N questioned, her eyebrows cinched together. “Cas, you can’t even teleport.”

Y/N was right. The fall of the angels had done a number on Cas.

Lucifer thought quickly for an excuse before turning on his heels, “Time travel is a whole different system.”

Dean snapped his fingers, “Told ya.”

Lucifer began flipping through a packet that had been stapled to the drawing board. “So, uh, these the last coordinates?”

“That’s the Bluefin’s last transmission to shore, yeah.”

“Alright-”

“Wait a second,” Sam began, still not too thrilled on the idea of time travel. “Cas, aren’t there still risks with time travel? I mean, aren’t there consequences that could create, I don’t know, a ripple effect?”

“Sam’s right,” Y/N nodded, “So many things can go wrong-”

Dean brought his hand down onto the tabletop, turning to Sam and Y/N. “Hey. This is the ideal scenario.”

“What?”

“That sub’s a tin can floating in the middle of the ocean, doomed to go down. You can’t really mess with history at 20,000 leagues.” Y/N listened though she didn’t agree. Her eyes traveled up to Lucifer who watched the exchange intently, something putting her off about the way he smirked at the argument unfolding. “So we get in, get the weapon, get out. It’s a milk run.”

“Well, that’s not a very good plan,” Sam argued.

“Well, if things get out of hand, then Cas’ll just zap me right back.”

Sam opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say that would make Dean realize how bad of an idea this was turning out to be. Y/N thought about what Dean had just said, throwing it around in her brain. “You?”

Dean paused, realizing he’d just revealed the big kicker to the plan. “You two ain’t going.”

“I beg your pardon-” Sam started, leaning in close to his brother before Dean cut him off.

“You need to stay here.”

“Stay here?!”

“Just in case things go sideways, at least two of us need to be left standing to take care of the darkness.” Dean shook his head, already dead set on the idea. “We can’t risk the three of us, and at the moment, I’m the least valuable player. You both know that I can’t kill Amara, so the least I could do is get the thing that we need so that you can!”

“So you expect us to sit here and ride the pine while you and Cas go play Jules Verne?”

“Yes!...No. Uh, who?” Dean said, confused.

“I won’t let him out of my sight.” Lucifer said, instantly putting Y/N on edge. There was something very wrong going on here.

Sam sighed, shaking his head. Y/N could practically feel how torn he was, “You’ll stay by his side the entire time?-”

“Now wait,” Y/N said, holding a hand out to Sam, not believing his was allowing this. “You can’t be serious. Dean can’t go- I’ll do it.”

“Y/N, stop-” Dean tried, rubbing his eyes.

“No, Dean! I-” I sighed, not sure how to put this lightly, “You can’t die out there. Okay? You can’t. This world...it needs you, Dean. It needs you to kill Amara. This world will go on without me if this plan goes haywire-”

“I said, stop, Y/N!” Dean nearly shouted, his face becoming red. “I will not let you sacrifice yourself for a mess I have to clean up. I won’t let you think this world doesn’t need you as much it needs Sam and I, alright? We’ve lost too many people and I’ll be damned if we lose you too.”

I sat back in my chair, silence settling over us like a blanket.

“Let me do this,” Dean said, leaning over the table. “I need to do this.”

“Be safe.”

“When am I not?” Dean questioned, eliciting scoffs from Sam and I. “Let’s do this, Cas.” Dean stood from the table, Lucifer coming to stand next to him. “Bon Voyage.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

One second, Dean was standing in front of Sam and Y/N in the bunker, the next, he found himself in small confines, the only light coming from a single hanging light bulb.

“Cas?” Dean whispered, a snore coming from one of the bunks next to him, startling him into a corner. “Cas?”

The boat swayed from side to side, making Dean uneasy on his feet. He searched the room for Cas, hoping he’d made it on board.

Heavy footfalls began coming toward the closed door ahead of Dean, making him drop to the floor and roll under the set of bunks to his right, holding his breath as they entered the room.

“See, I enlisted to sink German ships.” A man said, pushing the heavy door open, a white towel resting over his shoulders. “You’re up.” Using the towel, he smacked the sleeping shipmate. Another man in uniform followed the first one.

“Let’s go. Vacation’s over.” The man with the towel said. Dean watched from between the bed posts. “Now we got zip running patrols in the bay. Now Captain’s got us going the wrong direction? To run some mystery mission for some broad? Tell me how that makes sense.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Get some rest.”

“You know I can’t rest.”

Dean watched from under the bunks the feet of the soldiers on board as they climbed into their sleeping quarters. He scanned the room, wondering just how long he’d have to be in here when he spotted a red marking on the wall ahead of him. He cinched his eyebrows, focusing on the symbol in hopes it would help him find the Hand of God.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sam held the open book in his hands, staring at the picture of a drawing of the Bluefin, trying to imagine his brother on board.

Y/N kept her worries at bay by scrolling through her phone, trying to keep every bad thought about how horrible of an idea this time travel mission was. However, there was still something in the back of Y/N’s mind that had been bugging her. “Sam?”

“Hmm?” He hummed, not looking up from the book.

“Have you noticed anything strange...about Cas?”

Sam looked up to Y/N now, thinking hard about the last few hours. “I mean, no, not really-”

As if on cue, the entrance to the bunker door was pulled open, a loud squeak of rusty hinges catching the attention of Y/N and Sam, looking up from their distractions.

Water sloshed over the metal stairs, squeaking in Lucifer’s shoes as he slowly descended down the stairs, every inch of him soaking wet.

“Cas?” Sam asked, “Why are you all wet?”

“Where’s Dean?” Y/N asked immediately, standing from her chair.

“We made the leap.” Lucifer said simply, his hair sticking to his forehead. He tried his best to sound somber even though he couldn’t have been more pleased with how his plan was unfolding. “He got on. I didn’t.”

“What?” Sam asked quietly.

Lucifer nodded, not meeting Sam’s eyes, trying to make it as believable as he could, “I couldn’t make it past the hull.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

A quarter rolled out into the middle of the room, spinning until falling on its side. The soldier who’d been wearing his uniform raised his eyebrows, coming off of his bunk to pick the quarter up. He held it close to his face as he read the year. He shook his head, “1996?”

Instantly, Dean came up from under the bunk, putting the soldier in a headlock. The soldier gasped, gripping Dean’s arm in shock. “Where’s Delphine? Where’s the broad?”

“I-I-I don’t know what your talking about.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Someone must have warded the ship.” Lucifer said as he entered the library, Sam and Y/N on his heels. He threw the trench coat onto a chair, using a towel to dry his face.

“Delphine.” Sam said, “It has to be. I mean, she’s protecting the weapon, right?” Lucifer ignored him, drying his pants with the towel now. Y/N watched him in confusion at his lack of concern for Dean. “Cas. Just go back to their last port before she boarded, leave a message so Dean knows.”

Lucifer shook his head, trying to remain calm. It’s what Cas would have done. “Where? Where would Dean see it that the crew wouldn’t? He’s as likely to find the warding as he is any message I’d leave.”

“Then send me.” Sam said. Y/N’s eyes widened at this, grabbing his forearm.

“Sam, no!”

“Dean got past the hull. I have to go help him-”

“Right,” Lucifer said sarcastically, “We’ll double down on what screwed us the first time. You’re really bringing your ‘A’ ideas today.” He whipped the towel that had been around his neck as he sat at the table in the library. “I can’t believe I lost it...Him, I mean. Dean. Can’t believe I lost Dean.”

Sam glanced at Y/N, both of their eyebrows raised.

“Well, it’s up to him now to find and clear the warding,” Lucifer said, folding his hands in front of him.

“No.” Y/N shook her head, “We can help. There’s got to be something in magic or angel lore!” Sam watched Cas closer this time as he rolled his eyes, resting his head in his hands at Y/N’s words. “You know, some way to clear the sigils from the outside.”

“Cas,” Sam said as he watched Cas, mistaking his annoyance for fear. “We’ll bring him back. Don’t worry.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Dean tucked his shirt into his pants as he came from the sleeping quarters and out to where the rest of the soldiers were, either sitting at round tables or working at computers. Dean made sure to keep his head low, not to make eye contact.

“Look out. Coming through,” A man called from behind Dean, coming through the small walkway with a bag of laundry. Dean pressed himself against the bunk next to him, keeping his head even lower.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“When can I smoke?” Delphine asked, coming out of the bathroom.

“When it’s your turn, I’ll let you know.” One of the soldiers said.

“Surely some of you boys take breaks in the engine room?” Delphine made her way past him and into the kitchen, one of the only few rooms she was allowed to be in.

“Captain wants you stayed put,” he said, setting a tray of food down in front of her.

“Let me guess,” Delphine smiled. “He fears I would distract his men? Does not want a skirt roaming the decks? Give me the light.” She rested the cigarette between her parted lips.

“But, ma’am, uh...You’re wearing pants.” He laughed before plucking the cigarette from her lips.

The soldier made his way back into the kitchen, nearly running into Dean. He patted him on the shoulder. “Rich, ain’t it? Frog’s sittin’ pretty like Queen of Sheba, getting room service in the wardroom. And I can’t even gripe ‘cause...well, have you seen that dame? The gams on her?”

Dean stayed pressed up against the counter, not facing the soldier. “Yeah. Yeah, she’s a hottie.” Dean chuckled, glad for some conversation he could actually follow. The soldier looked at Dean confused, but Dean counteracted what he’d just said quickly, “Yeah, those gams, huh?”

Dean continued on his way, going through to the wardroom where Delphine had pulled out another cigarette. At the sight of him, she sat forward, confused, “Who are you?”

“Delphine...You might find this hard to believe, but-”

In an instant, Delphine had sent her foot soaring through the air, straight between Dean’s legs, bringing his head slamming down onto the table before holding him at the throat against the wall. Dean groaned in pain, trying to breathe around the death grip on his jugular.

“Not a soul on this ship knows my name, so I repeat, who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Clifford Henshaw,” Dean said calmly, hoping to get her to understand. “I’m a Man of Letters.”

Delphine squinted her eyes at him as two soldiers barged into the room, the first one the one that Dean had just finished talking to, and the second was the one that Dean had put in a choke hold. “That’s him! That’s the guy, Captain.”

The first soldier pulled Delphine away, throwing her back into her seat at the table as the Captain entered the room.

Dean was forced onto the table, his hands held tightly behind his back. “He took my clothes and he hog tied me in the head, this guy.”

“What should we do with him, Captain?”

“Search him.” The Captain said, watching the scene unfold.

The soldiers began patting Dean down, feeling the sides of his uniform when he reached into Dean’s pocket, pulling out his cell phone.

“Petey, this yours?” the soldier asked, handing it off to him.

Petey examined the phone before holding it up, “What the hell is this?”

Dean sighed, knowing would take a lot of convincing. “It’s a phone.”

“Right. A phone in your pocket.” They scoffed.

“Next thing he’s going to tell us is he’s from space.” Petey laughed.

“Yeah, or the future.”

Dean glanced at the two before back down to Delphine, begging for her to understand. “I...I am.” Delphine watched him with suspicious eyes before he turned to the Captain, “Captain James Dearborn? My name is Dean Winchester, and I am on a mission from the future, the details of which I am not at liberty to discuss. But know this- within the hour, a German destroyer will find and attack this submarine, and you will go down.”

“Okay, you’ve said your piece,” The Captain said, not believing a word of Dean’s story, “now let me tell you what I think.”

Delphine whipped around to him, “Captain-”

“I think you’re a soldier that’s gone A.W.O.L. You’ve hopped a ride home, and this cockeyed story is some loony attempt to keep your cover as a civvie. That, or you’re a spy. Deciding which? I’ll leave that to the court martial.”

“I need to speak with this man alone.” Delphine tried again.

“Not a chance.” The Captain pulled a gun from his waistband, handing it over to Petey.

“Captain, there are things, things about this mission that you don’t know-”

“Flash Gordon here will remain under guard until we reach the shore.”

“Gladly.”

Delphine scoffed, frustrated that they weren’t even considering the possibility that Dean was telling the truth, “What if we don’t reach shore? What if he’s right?”

“The odds of a German attack from a surface ship, this far west, hunting down a lone submarine?-”

“Captain?” A soldier interrupted, coming from the front of the boat. He gestured his head toward a secure area to talk, the four people in the wardroom watching them.

“Sonar’s picked up a surface ship on steady bearing, closing.” He said to the Captain.

The Captain was taken aback but tried his best to hide the shock, “Understood.”

“Harris, back to your station.” The Captain said to the first soldier. “Giraldi, watch our guest.” He said to Petey, who simply nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

“The Germans, they’ve come for it.” Delphine said.

Dean slid into the booth opposite of her, “Delphine, the warding on the hull? The sigil? That’s not like any I’ve seen.”

“My mentor in the Men of Letters, he taught me the symbol before he died.”

“World Series, 1944.” Petey began, talking to Dean. “Go.” Dean watched him, confused as he wanted from him. “You’re from the future. Tell me, who won?”

Dean rolled his eyes, this not being at the top of his priority list, “Um, the, uh, The Rangers.”

“The Rangers?” Petey said in confusion.

“He believed it would keep me and the artifact safe on our journey-” Delphine went on.

“Who are The Rangers?”

“-from supernatural interference.”

“And angelic interference.” Dean said, understanding why Cas hadn’t made it on board.

“Angels?” Delphine said, “They’re not real-”

“Who are The Rangers?”

“Look, kid, I don’t follow baseball, okay?” Dean said. “And, yeah, angels are real. In fact, one of them is my ride off this ship. Now look, the warding that you put up to block the magic, it must’ve blocked him, too. I cleared the one. If there’s any more, we gotta clear those, too otherwise I’m stuck here.”

“Okay, then. The next president.” Petey went on.

“Delphine, you wanted the weapon to be at a Men of Letters safe house, right? I’m from the bunker. That’s how I knew how to find you, from your communication with Henshaw. Now if you clear the way, I can get it there for you.”

“And that’s why you came,” Delphine questioned, wishing she could say she trusted him like she so desperately wanted to. “to protect the object, the weapon?”

“You gonna answer my question?” Petey asked, leaning against the wall.

Dean was beginning to become fed up, laying his hands on the table as if to ask what more he wanted of him, “Eisenhower, okay? No. uh...Truman. Now would you please shut up?” He turned back to Delphine, “No. This sub is going down. But the allies do win...But from Man of Letters to Man of Letters? I’m fighting a war in the future. It’s not like your war. It’s big. Biblical, end-is-nigh big...And I need your weapon to win. That is why I came.”

“But we all die?” Petey asked softly. Yet another question of his Dean didn’t want to answer. “Me, the girl, the rest of the crew? I’m just trying to get your story clear.”

Dean clenched and unclenched his jaw, knowing it would come down to the truth sooner or later. “Yes...Look. I know it’s a lot to ask, especially from a complete stranger.”

“You’re not a stranger,” Delphine shook her head. “’Man of Letters to Man of Letters’. I trust you.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Wait a second. I think I have something.” Sam said, reading from a book he’d been looking through for the past half an hour. “‘The spell of gathering’. It’s an incantation used to...’focus the power of celestial beings’- angels- ‘against all drawn forms of evasion’.” He brought the book over to the table next to Lucifer where he was sitting across from Y/N who hadn’t taken her eyes off him for the past twenty minutes. “The spell was designed to clear all mystical or occult blockages.”

“That’s some pretty highly theoretical magic,” Y/N said.

Sam nodded, a smile playing at his lips as the thought of getting Dean back loomed closer and closer. “Exactly. And, it’s never been used before, but it sounds like it could work.”

“Do we have the ingredients?” Y/N asked as she pushed the chair back, jogging toward the cabinets where they held most of their supplies for incantations.

Sam read off the list as Y/N quickly gathered them, but the last one threw her for a loop. She checked and double checked twice with nothing to show for it. “All but one.”

Sam sighed, “That’s why its never been used before. It requires the power of an archangel.”

He closed the book, running a hand down his face. Y/N slowly shutting the cabinets, her hands coming to rest on her hips. There had to be another way.

“Well, Sam, we may as well try.” Lucifer said, looking over to him.

“We don’t have time for long shots, Cas. Even at full power you’re not strong enough.”

As Sam stood from the chair, Lucifer balanced his options in his head before grabbing the book and opening it to the incantation to save Dean, and, most importantly to Lucifer, the Hand of God.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“That’s the Hand of God?” Dean questioned, staring at the lump of what looked like a piece of polished wood inside the wooden box Delphine had placed in front of him. “Doesn’t look like much.”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t. It must have been more impressive in its complete form. The Ark of the Covenant.”

Dean’s eyes slightly widened at this before a grin broke out on his face, “Oh, so full-on ‘Raiders’. That’s...okay.”

As Dean reached for it, Delphine quickly stopped him, “Don’t touch it bare handed. Its power is potent and unstable. No mortal can survive long with direct contact.” She covered it back up with the cloth it had been wrapped in before closing the latch of the box, pushing it toward Dean. “I’ll remove the warding.”

As Delphine left the room, Dean stood to leave, the box in hand as Petey pointed the gun at him, ushering Dean to sit back down, “Whoa whoa whoa! You’re not going anywhere.”

“Okay.” Dean said, choosing to pick his battles as he sat back down, hands tapping atop the box.

A beat of silence passed before Petey spoke again, “When?”

“When what?”

“When do we win? Months, years, decades? Got a lot of friends and family on other ships, in other branches. I want to know what their chances are.”

“Years,” Dean nodded, looking up at the young soldier. “1945...You believe me?”

Petey thought momentarily as if he himself still hadn’t made up his mind. “I read a lot of Flash Gordon.”

In an instant the room was swamped in a red light, the PA system crackling over the boat. “General quarters, man your battle stations. All hands, man your battle stations.”

“Okay, lets go boys, lets go!” A voice called from outside of the wardroom, Dean’s heart racing as he watching numerous soldiers run quickly toward the front of the ship.

A few beats of silence passed, the only sound coming from the commotion of the soldiers loading the weapons, muffled voices in panic before it went quiet, boat shifting downward making Dean nearly slide out of his seat.

It was so quiet Dean could hear the pipes in the ship rattling, “What’s happening-”

“Shh!” Petey shushed him, pointing upwards, signaling to Dean that the ending was coming. The German attacker was right above them. Dean could only pray Delphine had finished clearing the sigils.

As if on cue, Delphine came quietly into the room, Dean standing from his seat, ready to get out of the boat before all Hell broke loose. Instead, Delphine began unbuttoning her top, pulling it away to reveal the last sigil, engraved on her chest. She pulled a knife from behind her, handing it to Dean. “Kill me.”

“Wait,” Petey said, his eyes wide. “You can’t do that.”

Delphine glared at Petey, making him back off as she passed the knife to Dean who gently took it from her hands.

“Kill me.”

“I don’t have to kill you, okay?” Dean said, “I Can just cut it. It’ll work.”

“Not with this,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s spell bound- to my blood, my heart. Its power lives and dies with me. Do it.”

Dean held onto Delphine’s shoulder, bringing the blade to her chest, just piercing the skin as the ship was suddenly rocketed to the side followed by several more explosions, chaos erupting from the deck once again.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Cas, what is that?” Sam asked, watching Lucifer as he crushed something, throwing it into a metal bowl.

“It’s your spell of gathering,” he said, adding a feather.

Y/N and Sam stared wide eyed at each other as they watched him, “Are you nuts? You’re not strong enough, Cas, you could get hurt!”

“You find a better option?” Lucifer continued cutting up ingredients, everything from a piece of brain to the spine of a rat.

“Well, no,” Sam said, “but without a serious boost of your angel power, that spell won’t even work.”

“My strength may surprise you.”

Y/N continued watching Cas, her stomach knotting as he handled the large butcher knife. “Mind explaining what you mean by that?” Lucifer stopped mid chop, glancing at Y/N. “I mean, you obviously don’t have much grace left. We know that, so, so what do you mean-”

“Wait a second,” Sam interrupted, making Y/N roll her eyes. It seemed like she couldn’t get out an entire sentence these days without somebody interjecting. “I remember Bobby told me, when you needed strength to retrieve us from the past, you used him to power up. You- you touched his soul, right?”

“That’s right. I did that. But that- that, uh, procedure...it can be fatal.”

“Use my soul.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me-”

“He’s my brother, Y/N. I have to save him, no matter what it takes.” Sam said before turning back to Lucifer. “That way, maybe you’ll have enough power to wield the spell.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“It’s worth the risk.”

“Um, no, really it’s not.” Y/N tried.

“Cas, Dean needs our help. I trust you.”

Y/N watched with wild eyes at the thought of both of them thinking this was a good idea. Her and Sam watched Lucifer, waiting for him to say something, anything, at this point.

Lucifer paused, holding a jar of green liquid before he sputtered out a laugh, nearly throwing his head back.

“I think he’s lost it,” Y/N whispered to Sam. She took a step toward Lucifer, “Is this situation funny to you?”

“Oh, it’s ju- I don’t- I don’t need you two anymore. I mean, Dean’s the one with the link to Amara, why have I been trying to spare you?” Sam and Y/N watched in confusion, both of their hearts sinking at the sight of whoever this was. Y/N knew she should’ve said something, Sam knew he should’ve listened better. “I mean maybe it’s because together, you two are like the girl who kept turning me down at the prom.”

Before they could even react, they were both thrown to separate concrete pillars, their body bound to the hard walls, grunting in pain.

Lucifer tapped his chin, sauntering between the two of them. “I will touch your souls, just because you asked so nicely. And I’ll use your spell to blast through the warding and retrieve Dean and the, uh...Hand of God.” He gestured to the table where the incantation was almost complete. “And then when Dean comes back and he finds this place decorated with your guts, I will tell him the truth! I’ll just say, ‘Dean’-” he paused, holding up a finger before making his voice much lower, Cas’ voice seeping through, “’Dean...they knew the risks. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.’”

Sam’s voice shook as he realized who it was for the first time, hoping desperately for his sake, and for Y/N’s that he was wrong. “Lucifer.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide as she stared at Cas, finally understanding.

Lucifer smiled, “In the flesh...Now, who wants to go first?” He stood between Y/N and Sam, his head bouncing between the two of them before rolling up his sleeves, “Well then, how about two for the price of one, huh?”

Lucifer rested the tips of his fingers against each of their chests before pushing deep through their skin, into their flesh, past their bone. The two of them screamed, the pain like a million hot pokers digging their way through their sternums, the concrete walls of the bunker echoing their blood curdling screams.

The pain was so intense it created white spots in both of their vision but Lucifer only pushed harder, his fingertips reaching out until he felt the heat of the human soul. Quickly, he retreated his hands, Sam and Y/N quickly falling to the floor unconscious.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Petey escorted them onto the main deck, Dean making sure to hold the box containing the Hand of God close to his chest. He looked around the room, the metal door shutting behind them.

“Go ahead,” The Captain said to a man wearing headphones, switching numerous tabs until a voice came over the P.A. system.

“Hello, mein liebchen.” the voice said in a heavy German accent.

“It is not possible,” Delphine whispered to herself, “I killed you.”

“A little advice, Delphine.” The voice continued. “If you want a friend of the thule to stay dead, burn the body.” Dean listened with wide eyes, this had to be the German Nazi lover Delphine had supposedly killed. “A word for the captain. You may have noticed you are up against a warship and a crew possessing, let us say, extraordinary abilities. And you have taken damage that you cannot recover from. So I offer you a choice- surface now, relinquish the girl and her cargo, and I can assure you and your men the highest of P.O.W treatment.” Dean closed his eyes momentarily, knowing that if it were between life and death, surely, they would give up one life to save the rest.

“Or,” he went on, “you can protect her, and we will depth charge you and your boat right into the seabed and recover the cargo ourselves. You have three minutes to surrender.”

“I don’t expect you to understand,” Delphine said to the group, “but this cargo, the Germans can’t have it. You need to believe me.”

“Our orders were to protect you and your cargo,” the Captain said. “we wouldn’t even consider a surrender.”

“You had better reconsider.” Delphine said, turning to Dean who watched her in confusion. “Killing me is your only way off this ship.”

Dean looked down at the wooden box in his hands when an idea, so absurd and crazy he wasn’t even sure how he’d thought of it, “Maybe not. Teach me how to use it. It’s the power of God. Maybe I can use it to save you, save the sub.”

“And your war?” Delphine questioned.

“I want to help you now.”

“Two minutes, Captain.”

“You save the ship, get us to the surface, and then what? The power of God will consume you, and you’ll have merely brought the weapon closer to the Nazi’s grasp.” Delphine exhaled deeply, knowing how her story ended. “We’re supposed to die. Let us do it with a purpose.” She opened the box, turning to the crew, “How long can you keep the boat steady?”

“Not long.” the Captain admitted, “And once they resume their attack-”

“Give me every second you can.”

“Delphine, what are you doing?”

“One minute.”

“I’m going to get you home,” she said, looking up to Dean. Her fellow Man of Letters. “And I’m going to get you and your men your first German ship.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sam groaned from the floor, slowly picking himself up as Lucifer fell before him, making Sam cower away from him, “No, no-”

“Sam, it’s me.” This time, the voice coming out of Cas was genuine as he struggled to regain his body.

“Cas?” Sam groaned in pain, glancing to his left where Y/N still laid unmoving on the ground, “Why?”

“I wanted to be of service to the fight,” he answered simply. “And only Lucifer can beat Amara.”

“You chose this?” Sam asked, realization hitting him, “You have to fight, Cas. Eject him now!”

“I can’t!” Cas groaned, “It’s taking all my strength to keep him from killing you guys. And besides we need him-”

“No, Cas, we don’t.” Sam said, shaking his head, checking on Y/N again. “We’ll find another way to stop Amara.”

Sam watched his friend struggle with trying to fight Lucifer off, reminding him how it was when he himself was possessed by Lucifer, how it nearly killed him inside.

Cas breathed heavily, his grip on Lucifer becoming weaker. “We need him to save Dean.”

“You can’t time travel.”

“Only Lucifer can.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“How fast is your ride back?” Delphine asked.

“Fast.”

“Good.”

“It’s time!”

Delphine pulled the Hand of God out of the box, holding it in her hands. Explosions immediately began to rock the boat, sending everyone on board flying in several different directions. Delphine slowly came to her feet, the Hand of God glowing in her palms.

The light from the Hand of God trailed up her arms, the glowing red moving to her neck then to her face until even her eyes changed color. Slowly, she turned to Dean, her eyes glowing white as she slid the Hand of God toward him. He picked it up, placing it back into the box.

Delphine’s eyes glowed so bright nobody could even catch a glimpse of them. Explosions continued to rain down on either side of the boat, panels in the control room popping down the line.

Panic filled the room once again as a fire erupted from the engine room, but Dean could only focus on Delphine who arched her back, throwing her head backwards, another bomb coming down on the bow of the ship, sending everyone flying just as-

The room finally stopped shaking, Dean’s feet finally meeting a ground that wasn’t bobbing left and right on water.

He was home.

“Dean.” Sam said, struggling on the floor. Dean looked behind him to where Y/N was holding her midsection, the palm of her hand held over her sternum.

“Dean, that’s not Cas!” Y/N shouted, her voice hoarse as she pointed to Lucifer who still had his hand on Dean’s shoulder.

Slowly, Dean turned his head toward Lucifer, his eyes wide.

Lucifer smiled guiltily, “Cat’s out.” Grabbing the back of Dean’s shirt, Lucifer threw him over the library tables, knocking him to the other side of the room. “Mm! I feel a burden lifted!” Dean groaned as he rolled over onto his back, holding his side where he most definitely cracked a rib or two. “You know, this whole ‘deep cover’ thing, it just wasn’t- it wasn’t terribly well thought out.”

Sam, Dean and Y/N struggled to sit up straighter as they listened to Lucifer’s monologue.

“...Donning this...this Cas mask? This grim face of angelic constipation? Just, ugh.” he groaned dramatically. Sam slowly inched his hand toward his back pocket where he held his pocket knife. Sliding it out of his jeans expertly as he switched the blade open, cutting deep into his hand. “And then teaming up with you three? I mean...I thought you guys were insufferable as mortal enemies. But working with you? Ugh. That’s the soul crusher.”

Dean and Y/N slowly stood to their feet, buying Sam more time but were only thrown back to separate walls again, grunts of pain escaping their lips as they connected with the concrete.

“What’s with the long faces? You should be cheering. We have a common enemy! With this,” he said, holding up the Hand of God. “Amara will be no problem. I mean...I will have killed you both by then, but still...come on.”

Lucifer unwrapped the cloth surrounding the Hand of God, making the three of them stop in their tracks.

“No,” Dean said, remembering what Delphine had said about the potency of it.

“Don’t touch it with bare hands”

Her words echoed through Dean’s head just as Lucifer plucked it out of the cloth.

“No!”

Lucifer held it, gripping it tight as they watched, unable to do anything. However, the Hand of God didn’t flash bright fancy lights, it didn’t even sputter.

Lucifer’s lips twitched in anger as he looked at it, “It’s kicked.”

“Well,” Y/N said, laughing lightly. “Who’d have thought the Hand of God would turn out to be a one-hitter?”

Lucifer glared at her, throwing what was now just a piece of stone onto the library table as he advanced toward her, coming closer and closer until a bright flash of light filled the room. And as it dimmed, Lucifer disappeared with it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“So,” Sam began, sitting next to Y/N and Dean on a concrete bench on the dock of a lake.

“So.”

“Cas,” Dean said, exhaling through his nose.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I- I should’ve listened to you when you said you knew something was up.”

Y/N shrugged. “Doesn’t matter...what do we do?”

“What else?” Dean asked, making Sam and Y/N turn to him. “We hunt Lucifer, trap the bastard, and save Cas.”

“Like I said, Lucifer may be in control now, but Cas may not come back willingly.” Sam said, hating that he was admitting something he so badly didn’t want to believe. “I mean he chose it.”

“No,” Dean denied, “no, not possible.”

“So how’d you get through today?” Y/N asked, trying to change the subject. “I mean, what did you do?”

“Nothing,” He said simply. Dean shook his head as if trying to forget all that had happened in the last few hours. “I mean, they...I was just a witness.”

A beat of silence passed before Sam spoke up, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” Dean looked down at his hands, shaking his head again. “No. Story for another day.”

Sam nodded, understanding that what Dean had seen must have been bad enough. Neither him nor Y/N would prod any further than Dean was ready. Sam began to stand, walking back to the car as Y/N followed but was stopped by Dean’s voice.

“The German ship that sank the Bluefin, what happened to it?”

“It went down,” Y/N said, recalling the book she’d read. “Unlike the sub, its wreckage was found. Um, there was a giant hole that’d been ripped through the entire thing. And something must have hit the fuel tanks and exploded. But it burned. Sank.”

Sam and Y/N retreated to the car, leaving Dean as he sat on the dock, holding the Hand of God, smiling.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Forever Tag List

Want to be notified when I post a oneshot? Let me know by sending me an ask to be tagged to the Forever Tag List!

37 notes · View notes

dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 7 years

Text

Promises We Can’t Keep

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, a bit of cursing( I don’t know if I should tag that) Challenge: Bailey’s Birthday Challnge by @jayankles Prompt: 9x08 - Between a Rock and a Hard Place Word Count: 2.117 A/N: I had no internet and couldn’t wach the episode so this fic is based on the Supernatural Wiki page and transcripts so sorrynotsorry if stuff is not 100% accurate, I kinda had to guess their reactions but I think I did okay. Thanks to Bailey for letting me participate in this awesome challenge. Reminded me a lot of the oldschool fanfiction I used to write (it’s still out there. 50 chapters of absolute horror) Also huge hanks for the bilionth time to @queen-fierfly Enjoy :D

“We hope you enjoyed the tour!” Bonnie smiled brightly “Any questions before we get you guys registered?” The two, humongous –if I said so myself- men looked at each other. The taller one, long hair reaching bellow his ears, grazing his jawline, cleared his throat.

“Uh, yeah, uh, look, um, Ms. Futchko-“Boy, was he awkward.

“Oh please,” Bonnie smiled again “Bonnie will do just fine” Ugh, I hated her.

Who would’ve known I’d have ended up in a church, trying to figure out what the hell was going on in a town where random people disappeared and instead of actually interrogating witnesses, took a friggin tour. The two poor bastards that were supposedly interested in the tour, two mountain-tall men with beautiful eyes, didn’t know what they had coming to them if they became part of that church.

“Bonnie. Okay, uhm, we… we love the church. We do, but… Well, we heard that a few members have gone missing, and, to be honest… that kinda scares us” I held back a snort. ‘Kinda scares us,’ puh-lease, don’t make me laugh. You’re 50 feet tall and more built than the majority of America’s population, who are you kidding dude.

The slightly shorter man, clad in flannel, just like the Tall one who was either his brother or… boyfriend –it would be a shame, really-, shot me a look, eyebrow raised. His bright eyes searched mine for an indication of… something. He didn’t find it. In response, I chewed my mint gum obnoxiously and shrugged in a ‘me? I didn’t say anything.’ manner. He smiled knowingly.

“Let me assure you, with our increased security, ‘Good Faith’, has never been safer.” She tried to be reassuring, but you could see her almost panic that she’d lose us. She reminded me of those horrible infomercials that lasted 10 minutes and made you want to break the tv “And those people who have gone missing, well, they are front and center in our prayers.”

“Amen,” I feigned relief and smiled as hopefully as I could muster. The Short one nodded in agreement.

“What a relief. Now, you must’ve been, uh, close to them” Something smelled fishy with these two.

“Well, we do share the A.P.U. bond.”

“The what now?” I butted in.

“Our chastity group, “Abstinence Purifies Us” “

Oh boy.

“Oh.” The Tall one said “W-wow. You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it’s for us?” He asked kindly.

“Oh, I want in too! Sounds like fun.” Everyone glanced at me. I shrunk back a little.

“I’m afraid it’s members only. I’m sorry, it can get pretty personal.” Her lips pursed and her orange curls bounced a little.

“Then count us in”

“Me too” I grinned. This time my grin was partially true. I realized what was up with the two men.

They were hunters.

How did I not realize earlier?! Built, fading scars on every part of skin that saw the light of day, jumpy and wary, scanning the area as if something would jump them any second now. Jeez, I was oblivious.

“Well, I’ll be a squirrel in a skirt, I’ll be back in a jiff with the papers” Bonnie grinned and ran out the office, pulling papers from a large filing cabinet.

“Okay, what’s your deal?” The shorter one turned n his seat to ask me.

“Excuse me?” I feigned shock and hurt.

“Come on, sweetheart, we’re not dumb, drop the act” I ignored the shiver that traveled down my spine when he used the pet-name.

“Fine” I scoffed “we’re all hunters here, and I’m not very happy you’re ruining my investigation by the way, but I’ll let it slide for once and we’ll work together, sound good? Okay” With an eye-roll, I dropped back on my chair not leaving any room for argument. They looked slightly taken back before recomposing themselves.

“Great,” Green-Eyes scoffed.

“I’m Sam” The Tall one offered his hand “That’s my brother, Dean” he motioned with his head to Green-Eyes as I shook his hand. Sam seemed nice, I thought as his huge paw drowned mine. Dean was hot, but something told me he wasn’t particularly excited of me joining them.

“Brothers, huh? I was betting on couple, but what do you know” I shrugged, mirthfully watching Sam and Dean’s eyes widen a fraction “Y/n” I pulled away and sat back down.

“So wait, a chastity group?” Dean decided to ignore my comment.

“Dean, listen, if all the members were in A.P.U., then maybe whatever took them is stalking virgins” Sam’s glance danced from me to his brother.

“And the Slim guy said he saw fire.—“

“You went to that scumbag too? What a prick” Sam shot me a questioning look “He tried to grope my ass” I rolled my eyes. “so, what are you thinking, dragons?”

Dean hummed

“Shh,” Sam hushed upon seeing the stupidly happy redhead enter the office.

“All righty” Bonnie handed us clipboards and pens “You can just sign here and your purification can begin” She leaned against her desk.

“Purity pledge?” I read questioningly

“It’s a commitment to your virginity”, She said seriously.

“Uhh… About that…” I trailed off

“I don’t think we can really un-ring that bell. You know what I mean?” Eloquent, I thought, giving Bonnie that ‘woops’ look. She looked both at Dean and I quite shocked.

“Oh, I see. Well, if you ask for God’s forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then you’ll be born again as a virgin in his eyes” She smiled brightly, having found the solution to our problem.

“So, wait, you just hit the virginity “do-over” button and it’s all good with the man upstairs?” Well, how ‘bout that. All my problems are solved. I laughed inwardly

“It’s not a button.” I have a feeling she doesn’t like me very much “And this isn’t just a piece of paper” She gestured at our clipboards “I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage” Well that certainly won’t happen soon.

“Well, you had me at ‘clean slate’. Let’s do this” Dean smiled charmingly and we all signed our names at the bottom of the page.

“Congratulations guys. You’re all officially virgins”

“Oh boy” I muttered as Sam and Dean ‘ah’-ed lightly as if sharing and inside joke. Something told me Dean wasn’t gonna hold on to his ‘clean slate’ for long. Something told I wasn’t either. His charming smiles and flirting comments indicated he was no short of a womanizer. Either that or he was just really insecure and tried to cover it up but the way I saw him check out Bonnie’s ass as she walked away and ushered us out of the office, I wouldn’t really count on the latter.

“Oh, by the way,” Bonnie said, making us spin around to face her. “the meeting starts in an hour.”

And so the boys and I killed our time over coffee and a snack in the nearest diner, exchanging stories. Dean would often stare at me for longer than what’s considered normal. And either Sam nudged him, to which when he glanced back at me I’d wink or smile or something of the sorts, or he’d just snap out of it.

I found myself really interested in the Winchesters. These, seemingly completely normal, Titan-heighted men had been through hell and back and then through hell again and they were standing in front of me, entirely sane, two damn heroes that had saved humanity’s asses more times than I could count. Of course in the little time we spent at the diner, they didn’t brag about their achievements. I kinda forced it out of them.

Sixty minutes passed quickly and we found ourselves seated in a circle that reminded me a whole lot of the Hollywood version of group therapy.

I was thinking this while everyone in the room prayed. Apart from me and Dean of course. I was looking up from my lashes, inspecting the space and the girls around me, all mid-twenties maybe early thirties. I wondered what pushed them to want to be part of the virgins-till-marriage club.

I saw Sam nudging Dean and motion for him to pretend to pray. Dean rolled his eyes and then closed them. I did the same, waiting for the cue to open them.

“Amen.” A woman with chin-length wavy blonde hair said, I think her name is Suzy, picking her head up. “Now, does anyone have anything that they would like to share?”

“I wrote a new piece of verse!” another girl got up excitedly “It’s called sex is a racket, and God’s ball is in your court” She grinned and took a deep breath, ready to start talking

“Aand we would love to hear that Tammy- later” Tammy sighed and sat back down, slightly disappointed. “Why don’t we hear from our new friends? Sam, what brought you here to reclaim your virginity?” Sam, rendered a bit speechless and not knowing what to say, subconsciously waved his hands around in that questioning I-don’t-know-what-to-say-or-do-in-this-situation-help motion. His mouth opened in an o shape. He reminded me of a fish a little.

“Uh, well, I guess because every woman I’ve… ever… had relations with, uh… it… hasn’t ended well” poor bastard. Something told me it went past ‘didn’t end well’. Everyone nodded along. Dean chuckled.

“He ain’t lyin’” Sam pursed his lips again and bitch faced Dean. His older brother seemed unphased.

“Thank you for being here, Sam. Stay strong, stay pure” Suzy replied and suddenly the entire circle in sync stated “Stay Strong. Stay Pure” like they were chanting a conjuration.

“How about you, Y/n?” Suzy smiled warmly.

“Uh… I have tough parents. Let’s just say they weren’t really happy when they found out I popped my cherry and well… here I am” I shrugged impassively. “And you, Dean?” I smirked. “Tell us your story”

“Yeah, Dean” Suzy encouraged “Tell us why you came here.” She seemed hungry to hear his voice.

Dean shot a small glare at my triumphant smile, before squaring up his shoulders. “Uh, hard to say, exactly. Yeah. Sex has always felt, I don’t know, good, you know? I mean really, really good.” He looked around, realizing who he was talking to. “Uh… But, uh… Sometimes it just makes you feel bad, you know?” I could see the wheels in his head spinning, trying to find a good, believable enough story. A lie. “You’re drunk, you shuck up.” He smiles “Then it’s the whole morning thing. You know, ‘hey that was fun’ and then ‘adios’, you know? Always the ‘adios’” He looked wistful.

“But you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right?” Then he turned and stared at me, a small ghost of a smirk forming on his lips. “I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling…” his bright green eyes were so intense, challenging me to say or do anything. “… grinding” All the women started shifting uncomfortably, toying with their papers, watching him, probably trying not to drop their panties on the floor and beg him to take them right then and there. The asshole knew it but continued anyways. He was trying to get a reaction from me. “Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds until it all just-“ Dean made an explosion noise with his mouth and Tammy’s paper being crunched between her hands echoed in the room. That, along with his brother’s bitchface and my smug look, brought Dean back. He cleared his throat

“Yeah, uh… But the whole thing was a little too, uh, sticky. So, uh, I got my V-card back.” He slapped his leg cheerfully “The End!”

Safe to say I got out of there on wobbly legs.

Sam headed to their room –we found out we were staying in neighboring motels-as Dean offered to “escort me” in mine. I laughed at his face and muttered a mocking ‘sure’ to which he pretended to take offence.

“Hey, I can be a gentleman!” He pouted.

“Key word being ‘can’.” I winked, unlocking my door. “Coming in for… tea?” Tea, Y/n?! Seriously?! Dean practically laughed at my face

“Suuure”

And, predictably, three minutes later I found myself pinned against a wall, racing on who could take his clothes off quicker while kissing. The kisses were messy, full of clashing teeth and laughter and awkward angles but, my God, I didn’t give a single fuck about it.

I won.

“Shoulda known not to wear five hundred layers, Winchester” I grinned, under him, hands tightening in his hair, a moan dying on my lips as he sealed them with his.

“We’ll see if you’ll be throwing any more smartass comments in a minute, sweetheart” The mischievous glint in his eyes sparkled.

“We’ll see if you’ll hold out for even a minute, Dean-o” I arched up to him, lips messily contracting his.

“That a challenge I hear in your voice?” He grinned. I winked

“Only if you prove me wrong”

And holy hell, he did.

#dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester #dean #spn #supernatural #spn fanfiction #dean winchester smut #bailey's birthday challenge

61 notes · View notes

nalufever · 7 years

Note

I wish you would write a fanfic where Lucy is struggling to write a fanfic and some how Natsu knows exactly what to say which leaves Lucy sitting their like ????

‘Inevitable’Word Count: 1434Modern AU where Lucy is a fan fiction writer Rating: teen, mildly suggestive for swears and kissing ^^Many thanks to @impracticaldemon for her editing help and awesome feedback *hugs*!

Lucy pulled the afghan up and over Natsu’s legs to his chest. He stirred a little but continued to snuffle soft and sweet into the couch cushion. Watching him relax like this was almost enough to make her forget what an absolute devil he could be when alert.

Friday nights didn’t get any better than this. Turning the TV off, Lucy moved over to her writing desk in the corner of her bachelor sized apartment. It wasn’t much, but for the orphaned girl it was hers. Hers alone - even if her best friend Natsu spent most of his free time here too.

The ancient radio crackled to life as she twirled dials, lowering the volume and changing the station. Lucy loved Natsu’s company but she also needed to devote time to her other passion - writing. Lucy sat down at her desk and snapped on the light, wincing at the sharp retort of the switch. She looked over. Huh, Natsu was now drooling on himself. Down for the count!

Riffling through her supplies, Lucy picked up her latest story and a new legal pad. The pool of lamp-light made the yellow pages take on a golden hue. Favourite pen in hand, Lucy held it over the two choices, wavering back and forth. Old or new? Unfinished story or start yet another drabble?

What the heck! Minutes ago she’d been so excited to continue her multi-chaptered fan fiction about Rave Master. But the latest episode of Hakuouki (that Natsu had fallen asleep to) had been so compelling to watch! It looked like Chizuru was going about snagging herself a harem of admirers. But if Lucy was in charge, she’d pair her up with Saito. Mmmm, the taciturn lover of swords was perfect for the shy demon girl. Fuckit! Another work in process was no big deal.

Lucy closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She’d never written for this particular fandom before. Hopefully her followers on tumblr would still enjoy her fic. Eh, her blog header did say she loved lots of other anime - so it shouldn’t be a big deal. She had inspiration! Beginning by writing a summary, Lucy added some major points and began to craft what she hoped would be a well-received one-shot.

Words flowed for a good half hour. From the basic idea Lucy had, she added to the brief outline and even had her end planned and mostly written. Ugh! The middle point was not working. How was she going to have Saito give Chizuru a sweet compliment? That man was as obtuse as Natsu! Saito only ever noticed swords, fighting and food. Chizuru wasn’t much better; soft-spoken and shy, her best attributes were her willingness to serve and try her hardest.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Lucy chewed on the inside of her cheek as she thought. Saito could say something nice he’d overheard? It wasn’t like he’d come up with something romantic on his own. …It would be even better if it was overtly loving but he didn’t know that could be considered adoring. What? Lucy had muttered her concerns aloud. She jumped to hear Natsu reply: 'Chizuru, you’re sweeter than the tea you serve.’

Huh! That was great! Twisting, Lucy looked at Natsu. He was still sprawled on the couch with his eyes shut. Weird. But he’d helped lots of times before with stories. Lucy shrugged and wrote down Natsu’s suggestion. Awake or half-slumbering, it was good - so use it.

Five minutes later Lucy ran into another stone wall. Fuck! How would Chizuru flirt back with Saito? What the hell would she say?

“Your wits are as sharp as your swords!”

Sure now that Natsu was awake, Lucy spun in her chair and stared at the boy on her couch. He had shifted to lie on his side rather than his back. He couldn’t be sleeping deeply. But when she tip-toed over and stroked his cheek, Natsu didn’t react. Maybe he was dreaming about the episode they’d watched tonight? Lucy was convinced she’d taken leave of all her smarts to touch her friend like that. There was no denying he was cute. Handsome, even. But in all their years of friendship, they’d never crossed over into romantic territory.

Once again in her chair Lucy sighed. She should not have touched him! Now all she wanted to do was write something spicy for the characters. If she couldn’t have fun then at least Chizuru and Saito gettin’ busy would satisfy her cravings. Well … some of her cravings. If only Natsu paid closer attention. Lucy let her fingers run down the deep v of her thin t-shirt and looked down. The girls were packed in tight tonight. She sighed again. Natsu didn’t ever seem to notice or care what she wore. The shortest of skirts or tightest of shirts; his eyes never strayed from her face as far as she could tell.

Well then, time for Saito and Chizuru to act out what Lucy wished would happen for herself. Giggling, she shook her head and picked up her pen once again. Settling into one of her favourite daydreams, Lucy began to write.

Dammit! Stuck again! She’d gotten them face to face and holding hands - so what now? Would Saito dive in for a kiss or would Chizuru pull away? Immersed in her work, Lucy muttered louder and louder, talking to her manuscript as if it would magically answer back. Would Saito kiss Chizuru or would Chizuru kiss Saito?

“Dammit Lucy!” Natsu had risen from the couch at Lucy’s increase in volume. “The answer is obvious!” He tapped her on her shoulder, making her jump. She’d had no idea that Natsu was right behind her.

The pen skittered on the yellow-lined page and dropped to the floor. Lucy yelped and shot up out of her seat. “What the hell!?”

Ignoring Lucy’s outburst, Natsu leaned over and read the last couple of paragraphs. “I thought that’s where you were goin’ with this.” He slung his arm around Lucy’s neck even as she tried to push him away from her work. “Don’t be so shy! You always let me proofread your stuff.”

“After I edit!” Cheeks hot with embarrassment (over the attempted smut she’d written and how good Natsu smelled, his warmth…and he was still pressed against her!), Lucy turned her face away from his broad grin. Dammit! Why was he so cheerful?

Natsu let his grin turn salacious. Lucy was too cute and he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Chizuru is too shy, just like you. Saito is only mostly clueless like me.” He chuckled. “But we’re the same with waiting for the right moment.”

Lucy turned back to face Natsu. He adjusted his hands to her shoulders. Exactly like she’d written Saito doing with Chizuru! “W-what are you doing?” Any minute now her stomach was going to turn itself inside out.

“Oh, good.” Natsu nodded. “You’ve got the same thunderstruck look on your face as Chizuru would if Saito was touching her.” Now his hands slid down her arms and captured her hands. “After a minute of this what do you think would happen?”

Lucy blinked, opened and closed her mouth without speaking. This had to be a dream. Natsu’s thumbs were caressing her palms! Her knees wobbled. Whoa. Lucy bit her lip as she rummaged in her brain. “Uh …”

Natsu leaned closer. “What do you want to happen? Would Chizuru demand Saito’s kiss or would you kiss me because you couldn’t not kiss me?”

“Ah …” Lucy watched Natsu gulp and lick his lips. He wasn’t as confident as he was acting. He’d switched from using the character names to their own! Was this the opportunity she’d been dreaming of? …"I think you’re right.“ Before her courage could dessert her, Lucy pressed her lips to Natsu’s.

His hands moved immediately, gently cradling her face. Lucy sighed and Natsu took advantage, his tongue reaching out to taste Lucy’s mouth. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Lucy let them hover - and then grab tight hold of Natsu’s shirt at his waist.

How long had she dreamed of kissing Natsu? Too long. And from the fervour of his kiss, he must have been wanting the same thing. So intense and thrilling - Lucy pressed against Natsu’s body. Everything was buzzing from her pulse to her hormones. He changed his angle of attack, making their teeth clack. That wasn’t a big deal, this was her first kiss and most likely his too.

Practice makes perfect. And practice, now that they were aware of each other’s desire, was inevitable.

#drabble #ftfanfics #ficsforvera #fairy tail #natsu #lucy #anon ask

68 notes · View notes

spookysummersmores · 7 years

Text

Mind Heist - Chapter 6

Word count: 3,449

Author's note: Here we go. It's all come down to this. What exactly is Bill's game here? Why is it getting so hard for Dipper to fight Bill off? And can Mabel come up with a plan to get Bill right where they need him and eradicate his black magic from Dipper's head...before it's too late?

Half of this was written at an extremely late hour. The other half was written this afternoon, during an unseasonably intense thunderstorm! So...tension was high...;w;

Let me tell you; writing Bill dialogue is a real experience. I am always half TERRIFIED just THINKING ABOUT what I'm writing and half completely and totally down for just...PUNCHING his LIGHTS out. lmao

There's a surprise hidden somewhere in this chapter! So have fun with that! :D

Also, there are some references to the real-life Journal 3 novel, so SPOILER WARNING there in case you haven't read it, and there is a brief mention of blood, so I'll tag the trigger warning, just in case.

Special thanks to @ichipine once again for the input, as well as all the great contributions to the original RP piece this chapter is based on! This chapter - and the whole fic in general - wouldn't be the same without them! ❤❤❤

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy! There are just two chapters left that'll wrap everything up, so stay tuned for those! ^-^

Mabel and Dipper both yelled and tried to escape, but it was no use. As much as they struggled to break free, Bill's grasp was too tight to get out of. As they glanced up, they saw that he was covered in strings of bubblegum from the trap Mabel had left for him, and as he began to taunt them, it turned to ash and crumbled off.

"Oh, THIS...now THIS is PRICELESS!" Bill cackled as he gazed menacingly down at the children's frightened faces. "You HONESTLY THOUGHT you could outsmart me? Here in MY domain?"

"This...ISN'T your domain!" Dipper cried out as he struggled. "It's MY head...and I'm NOT...gonna-"

"What? Let me destroy you from the inside out? C'mon, what's the fun in that?" Bill retorted menacingly. "ALL you had to do" - he gripped Dipper tighter with each overly-emphasized word - "was JOIN me, Pine Tree. A GREAT new world is coming, and YOU could've been one of the elite few!"

Dipper couldn't even respond. He felt as though he were being put through a vice, and all the while, Bill just continued monologuing with evil delight.

"You don't know what you're missing, half-pint...but why should I bother with you anymore, anyway? There's no use fighting! You're DONE FOR whether you want to admit it or not!"

"What...are you TALKING about?!" Dipper squeaked out, still determined to break free, but hardly able to move at this point.

Bill put a hand to his face as he continued to laugh. "Boy, I tell ya - if there's one thing that defines you Pineses, it's STUBBORNNESS. You just DON'T know when to GIVE UP!" He brought Dipper directly in front of his empty, unsettling eye so he had no choice but to gaze directly into it. "Look, let me put it this way...the last guy whose head I got into...we sure had a BLOODY good time!"

An image of the journal's Bill Cipher entry appeared. A six-fingered hand was seen lying across one of the pages...as red liquid slowly dripped onto the page.

So the red splatters on the page HAD been blood after all. Could...could the author be DEAD? Killed at the hands of BILL?! Dipper was horrified.

"And keep in mind - THAT guy was in pretty good shape for a mortal fleshbag!" Bill continued. "Meanwhile, you don't really even need anymore of MY input - your OWN BODY was already beginning to burn up BEFORE I came along, and me just BEING here is making the flames burn higher. Every time you and your puny little consciousness tries to fight back, more and more of your energy just keeps draining out of your ears. So...just so you don't end up causing your OWN demise before I get to have a little FUN...I think...it's HIGH TIME I just let your own nightmares and human weaknesses consume you." Quick flashes of Dipper's various nightmares and the overgrowing brambles slowly creeping up on the mind library flashed across the eye-screen next. "Oh, but don't worry! I'll make sure your precious journal finds a safe space first...'cause it's coming home with ME!"

While Bill had been hassling Dipper, Mabel certainly hadn't just been sitting and letting it happen. She'd managed to slip out just one arm out from Bill's grip. Quickly, she imagined a baseball bat for her free hand.

"Leave...my BROTHER...ALONE!"

The bat went to hit Bill straight in the eye. It was JUST about to make impact...but then...

"WELL! I'm surprised at you, Shooting Star! You wouldn't hit a demon with" - a one-eyed pair of glasses appeared over Bill's giant eyeball - "GLASSES, would you?" Rather than the eyewear shattering upon impact, though, as one would expect, the...bat was what ended up shattering into pieces. Mabel was left in complete and utter disbelief. And Bill found it hilarious.

"M...M-Mabel..."

Mabel, afraid for Dipper's life, tried desperately to get out of Bill's hand. With her free arm, she managed to squeeze herself out a little, but not enough to change anything. The only thing she accomplished was tiring herself out.

Bill laughed maniacally. "Oh, GIVE it UP, Shooting Star! Did you hear ANYTHING I just said?!" He put a hand to what would normally be a person's chin. "Then again...after the whole 'sock opera' fiasco, I think we've all seen how GREAT of a listener you are..."

Mabel felt her stomach twist with guilt at the sound of that. And even in the state he was in, anger began to eat Dipper up inside when HE heard.

"With your brother's physical state deteriorating, his mind isn't going to last much longer if I can help it! But of course...YOU and I could always make a-"

Suddenly, Bill was slapped upside...whatever part of himself you could call his head by a giant frying pan. A cry of pain emerged from him, and he instantly dropped the twins to the ground. HARD.

Mabel jumped to her feet in an instant, but as she brushed off her sweater and looked up, she saw Dipper groaning as he tried to recover from the impact. It seemed like it took everything he had just to pull himself to his feet.

Immediately, she ran over to him and helped him get up. "Dipper...are you okay?"

He nodded, slowly...and then Bill went lunging after them again.

This time, though, Mabel was too quick for him.

In the span of half a second, Mabel wrapped an arm around Dipper, thought up a series of cartoony hole portals in the floors below them, jumped down them with Dipper in tow, then finally conjured up her trusty grappling hook - just in time to hook the stained-glass light fixture and gently lower them to the fourth floor. Each hole closed as the twins fell through it, leaving Bill up on the second-highest floor...far too close to the top-secret room for comfort.

"HA! YES! STUCK the landing! Secret agents, eat your heart out!" Mabel proclaimed, proudly, but fortunately not too loudly. "Hey...thanks for the frying pan. Perfect timing, too!" She grasped onto Dipper's hand and started to pull him along. "C'mon, Dippin' Dots, let's find a place to lay low so we can-"

"He's right."

Mabel, alarmed by the noticeable fatigue and defeat present in her brother's voice, stopped and spun around. "What?"

The world spun a little, and Dipper leaned one arm against the wall, holding his back as Stan would after a particularly hard shift. "I'm...gonna be honest, Mabel..." he whispered to her. "Bill's right. Being this sick, it's...screwing with my mind. It's getting harder to fight..." He took a deep breath before continuing to speak. "But I mean...we've GOT to get him out of here, and-"

"Hey, hey now! C'mere..." Mabel dragged a chair out of the nearby cheat-code 'computer lab' and sat him down in it. "Yeah, I noticed you were getting kinda worn out earlier...which I knew HAD to be weird, 'cause...usually, in dreams, you've got energy for DAYS. So...he is right, then..." She gave him a look of pure concern. "I'm really worried about how much longer you can hold up. Maybe you should just...leave it to me, bro, and sit out the rest of this crazy-fest."

"No. NO WAY. I can't let you face Bill alone," Dipper responded. "And besides, the spell's strength increases tenfold with each person that assists with it. This is BILL we're talking about; the AUTHOR was TERRIFIED of his power. I don't think just one spellcaster is gonna be enough to get him out and undo all of his nightmare-bending outside."

"But...you're gonna get real hurt if you do much more, and-!" Mabel growled with frustration. "Aaaaah, this is awful...this is awful times double infinity!" She sank down on the floor beside him.

A book on the shelf beside her, one with a spine that was oddly colorful for something of Dipper's, happened to catch her eye. She glanced up and noticed that they were sitting in the middle of the 'holiday memories' section.

The little book, bound in yellow leather and decorated with shimmering confetti, was the memory of a family New Year's Eve party the twins' parents had thrown when they were five - the first one they'd ever been allowed to attend. Mabel smiled when the memory came flooding back to her own mind.

Suddenly, as she turned the page, the discordant, yet still pleasant, sound of party horns and noisemakers blasted from the book and echoed through the halls. Mabel cried out in surprise.

"Shhh, Mabel!" Dipper shushed and quickly shut the book. "Don't freak out! That's just how my memories work! You open the book up, and it comes to life. You can even kinda...pull things right out, if you want. I used to imagine doing that a lot when I was little...I never thought it could really WORK that way." He thought for a second. "Think of it as, like...if your scrapbook could talk."

"...Hold the phone. Open it up and it...springs to life...!" Mabel gasped with delight. "I've got an idea happening here! Dipper - what do we still need for the spell?"

"Ah..." He pulled the spell out of his vest pocket - it was awfully fortunate that Bill hadn't seen it - and took a look. "A projectile. Something that will strike him with force. The reaction between the white magic of the crystals and Bill's dark energy will activate the trap and clear all black magic out of the area."

"Well, I think my trusty old GRAPPLING HOOK can do the trick!" Mabel continued, beaming. "And remember you told me about those paper clones you made of yourself in order to try and ask Wendy to dance?"

"W-well...yeah," he replied, a little embarrassed about that situation now.

"If your memories come to LIFE...then that means memories of PEOPLE could probably just...come right out of the book, if we wanted 'em to! Right?" Mabel paced a bit as she brainstormed. "If Bill wants to get YOU...then why can't we just get a few Dipper decoys to distract him? We can get him when he least expects it! And that way, YOU only have to help with the most important part!"

Dipper gasped. "Mabel...Mabel, that's perfect! Besides...there have been a few days where I've really missed Tyrone. It'd be kinda cool to see him again." He grinned. "Let's go find the book of clones. It's back upstairs, the floor right underneath Bill...so we've gotta be sneaky." The twins fistbumped in agreement.

Suddenly, they heard a strange commotion a few floors down. When they peered over the balcony, they were horrified by the sight that awaited them.

The strange, tentacle-like limbs of the nightmares had grown to impossible lengths and had finally begun to seep into the mind library itself. One had snaked its way through the crack in the entrance doorway, while another was intent on trying to bust its way through a window - and it had already created a good-sized crack. The lights in the lobby began to flicker and short out, as if to flee from the impending doom.

Dipper gulped. "And we definitely don't have any time to waste..."

Mabel quickly took hold of his hand. Off they went to hire help and get the real Dipper to a safe spot.

"Let's let my friends out in the woods take care of the mortal scum for now..." Bill said as cryptic images of the nightmare creatures he was summoning flashed across his eye. "I just love the smell of FEAR in the morning!" He cracked his weird little knuckles. "Won't be long...so in the meantime...time to break down some barriers!"

As Bill tried figuring out how best to get past the security sealing up the journal room...

"Hey, BILL!"

Suddenly, he heard Dipper's voice call out and spun around.

Dipper folded his arms defiantly. "If you're so powerful, how come you can't pick a lock?"

Bill turned an angry, hellish red. "Sass won't get you ANYWHERE with me, Pine Tree! Didn't your parents ever teach you to RESPECT YOUR ELDERS?!"

And with one blast of fire, Dipper appeared to melt.

Then...

"Seriously?"

Bill spun around, and there was Dipper. Standing there by the door. Arms folded. As if he'd never been touched.

"WHAT?! I just DISINTEGRATED you!" And so he blasted Dipper again.

"You know..." This time, Dipper was standing on the stairs leading down to the next floor. "You should REALLY work on your aim."

"AaaaaAAAAAHH-"

Mabel observed from the twins' hiding spot. "Okay, Dipper, Bill's totally distracted!" she whispered, giving him a thumbs-up. "He's on Number Five and on his way down! Now's a good time to get him out of here." She made sure the trinity crystal she'd made was securely locked into place at the tip of the grappling hook, then noticed Dipper leaning against a bookshelf for support again. "Are you sure you're ready?"

Dipper pulled the spell page out of his vest pocket. "Ready as I'll ever be." He took a few deep breaths in order to prepare himself. "Are YOU ready?"

"Mhm!" Mabel nodded. Just then, they both gasped at the sight of a giant tree root breaking through the window beside them, looking very much like the zombie arm that had nearly dragged Dipper away during the karaoke party misadventure earlier that month. "Come on, come on!"

They silently sprinted over to the next bookshelf, and they stood, out of sight, waiting for just the right moment.

Down the stairs Bill descended after the clones, firing at Dippers all the way. Yet no matter how many times he annihilated Dipper, he simply kept reappearing, completely unharmed.

"HOW" - there went Seven - "is this POSSIBLE?!" Bye-bye, Eight.

The ninth different Dipper sighed. "You know, this is...actually getting pretty monotonous. Don't know why I was so scared before."

Bill growled, completely and utterly done. "RrrrryyyYOOUUU-"

Then, just as he was charging up to fire at Number Nine...he heard something.

Something that struck fear in him.

Mabel and Dipper had begun to recite the spell together, as loudly and as clearly as possible.

"Of the darkness... I do not fear... For the light... Shall be my savior..."

As they repeated the spell twice more, the crystal before them began to glow with divine light. Bill stood there, rage and disbelief taking over his entire being as he began to turn to static.

"Wait...NO! There's NO WAY you just...?!"

"Ohhhh, I think we just did." Dipper shot him a look of victory.

The Mystery Twins tightened their grip on the grappling hook.

Mabel stuck her tongue out in determination. "Sweet dreams, Bill."

And with that, they launched the crystal toward Bill at lightning speed.

The crystal seemed to burn him the second it touched him. Suddenly, a white light encapsulated Bill in a mystical white orb.

"OHHHHH...you're not through with me! You're FAR from through with me. I'm coming back before you know it! Something's coming...something your underdeveloped little minds couldn't POSSIBLY comprehend...and when that day DOES come, you'll wipe those grins right off of your faces and cower in FEAR before me!" He briefly chanted some sort of gibberish: "Lyom, rvs yqe GVOEZL ihkxz kvbg jps uybvhawav iozdihtbg? WA, K mpe'h usyxexo nfi TQGJANVN kchy gwe vsbv hh rrrofo iywl!"

Finally, a blast of white light consumed everything in Dipper's mindscape, instantly disintegrating every bit of black magic that had infiltrated the library.

All the nightmares, no longer under the influence of a demon, were pushed back into their proper place.

And in an instant, Bill disappeared before their eyes.

Light returned to the library. All of the broken glass had vanished without a trace, as if the windows had never broken in the first place. The atmosphere lost any and all tension. The serenity of a quiet summer day came back.

All was right in Dipper's mind once more.

The twins stood there for a second, still as statues, just to make sure Dipper was truly safe.

Then, they heard familiar voices murmur something from behind them - the only two clones other than Nine who hadn't been blasted, Number Ten and Paper Jam.

"Pssst...hey...is it over?"

"Nyang-nyang?"

"He's gone! WE DID IT!" Mabel cried, her voice filled to the brim with pure joy. She and Dipper exchanged their special twin handshake and hugged each other in celebration.

Once he disappeared, the Dipper clones - all of them, even the ones that seemingly been annihilated - re-materialized and went around giving the twins highfives before they climbed back into their memory book and went silent. Dipper and Tyrone even exchanged finger guns before Tyrone departed for the book. Mabel put it back in its proper place, and all was still again.

"Ohh, man...whoa..." Dipper slid down the wall, wiping his brow with relief. "Thank goodness THAT'S over and done with. Now let's...let's..."

Suddenly, Dipper sneezed. He was slowly beginning to experience the symptoms of his cold...inside his dreamscape.

"Ugh...WHY?" he said, sniffling. "Even in here?"

Then something dawned on him...and he gasped.

"Wait. Then I must be waking up! Okay...Mabel, you've gotta wake up, too...we gotta imagine an exit-"

"No way, Jose, you rest! I'm on it!" A door with an 'Exit' sign on it appeared before them. "I'll see you back at the Shack...okay?" Mabel helped Dipper up and hugged him. Dipper returned the 'awkward sibling hug'.

And with that...the twins walked through the exit together.

10 notes · View notes