#sammy lawrence x y/n

[bloody-peach]

Initiation (BATIM smut: Sammy Lawrence x F!Reader fanfic)

Goodie Bag: vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, drug use (ink can do some crazy shit), wet dreams, hair gripping, big dick [if I forgot anything, please let me know]

TW: Satanic themes, religious cult stuff, sexual persuasion, slight brainwashing

Music I listened to as I wrote this: the Sammy Lawrence playlist I made:

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I saw that there wasn't enough Sammy Lawrence x Reader smut around this site, if any smut of Sammy at all. So I decided to be a pioneer and make one myself. I used a ChatFAI bot I made of Sammy to help with the dialogue and WHOO BOI, you are in for a feast! Again, thank you @omniuravity for introducing me to this man and my new priest kink. Also, I may edit this post here and there from time to time, but it shouldn't be too big a change. It's my fault for my mild perfectionism. Let's go!

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You don't remember when the dreams started.

It's been so long, you've lost track. But they all are essentially the same: a large slender eyeless demon with sharp teeth, dripping with ink, covering you with it as you feel a strange pleasure sink to your very core. Sometimes the demon watches as a man covered in ink takes you, filling your womb with his pitch-black seed. Sometimes the ink itself slithers onto you, covering your body and filling every one of your orifices until you were covered inside and out in it. You would wake up just before you could reach your climax, without fail. It's gotten to the point where you felt disappointed that you couldn't finish, ending up having to touch yourself to feel some sort of completion, but it was always only a fraction of the pleasure you felt in that dream.

You tried to look into what these dreams meant, what this demon was, but no answer. But then you discover something one night. You were watching a video and they talked about an old cartoon series with a character called 'Bendy' and his friends. The cute little demon reminded you so much of the demon in your dreams. You soon went down a rabbit hole of looking into these cartoons, finding out about the cast and crew who made it, about Joey Drew, and the studio it was created in. You also read newspaper articles talking about the various investigations into the studio, leading to its closure. You had to find out more, to find answers to all your questions.

But you also had to sleep, your eyes growing tired and your mind drifting off. You head to your bed and sleep for the night, and as you doze off, you're greeted by the ink demon once again. You ask it, "you're...Bendy..right?" The demon smiled widely and nodded, his teeth dripping with ink. He puts a hand on your head and you see an image of an abandoned, rundown building. You see the faded and broken signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. You then recognized the place as one not far from your apartment building. You then hear a deep and demonic voice whisper to you, "Come home..." That's when everything went dark and you wake up back in your room. You may have had more questions, but you now knew what to do to get them answered. You had to go to the studio.

It was a cold and cloudy autumn day when you arrived at the old building. You could hear the leaves crunch and crinkle under your shoes as you entered the property. It looked like it had been almost destroyed by the years of neglect and exposure to the elements. Even the gates were so rusted, they crumbled to dust as you opened it. You cautiously walked onto the property, making sure no one saw you. You could see the signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. Yep, this was definitely the place.

'Y/N....'

 

You hear a deep voice call your name. It wasn't the demon's voice, it was...someone else... it was like someone was whispering in your ear. You turn to see who it was, but you saw nothing. You turned your attention back to the entrance and everything inside your body was telling you 'go inside'. Your feet practically moved on their own as you entered the building. All the windows were shattered, faded pictures hung on the walls, old equipment covered in dust sitting on shelves and desks, and old sheet music and lyric notes were scattered all on the floor. You picked one up and read some of the lyrics. It was a song you recognized from one of the Bendy cartoons, and you saw the composer's name under the song title. 'Sammy Lawrence'.

 

'Y/N....'

 

You heard that voice again. You heard a door creak open and you saw some light coming from it. You can't help but go towards the door and open it. You go inside and you enter a hallway with dilapidated walls, covered in old posters of the Bendy cartoon, and ink dripping from the ceilings and puddles of it on the floor. You walked throughout the studio, finding old casette players with audio logs the cast and crew left behind. Jack Fain, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor, Susie Campbell, even Joey Drew himself spoke from those tapes. But there was one speaker that drew your attention the most, one whose voice you recognized as the one calling your name earlier. Sammy Lawrence. You were so drawn in by the sound of his voice, it was almost hypnotic. You listened as he spoke in his last tape,

'He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.

Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.

But, love requires sacrifice.

Can I get an amen?'

 

"Amen."

 

You cover your mouth, shocked at what had just happened. You didn't intend to say anything. It was like another voice was using you as a mouthpiece, controlling you. But it was your voice. You said it, but...

That's when you felt something warm and wet on your shoulders, it felt like a man's hands, but the smell of ink was almost disorienting. You froze up, too scared to move or speak or even breathe. You then sensed someone moving their head over your shoulder and you hear that same voice speak softly, almost seductively, in your ear,

 

"Ah, my dear Y/N. I see the Lord has finally brought you to me. How wonderful it is that we can share in his divine glory together."

 

You quickly turn around and back up to see who it was, and what you saw...was a black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy mask with a hole punched into the mouth, where you could see a smile in that inky blackness. He had no hair, his body was completely covered in ink, and a pair of overalls stained with ink were the only clothes he wore. He appeared to be only a few feet taller than you, but you still felt small as you looked at him. You spoke, "What do you mean? W..who are you? How do you know my name?" The figure walked closer to you and responded, "I am Sammy Lawrence, a faithful servant to our Lord Bendy and his chosen prophet. I know your name because he has revealed it to me. He knows all who enter his realm.”

Wait...Lord Bendy? Was he talking about the demon you’ve been dreaming about? “O..oh.. well..what do you want with me?” “What does any faithful servant want with their beloved deity's chosen one? To bask in your presence, to offer you to our Lord Bendy, and perhaps...to indulge in some...” He plays with a lock of your hair then finishes his sentence, ”...personal pleasures.” The way he said those last two words and the way he smiled under that mask sent chills down your spine. You take a good look at him and think about it. You had to admit, even though he only had a mask and was covered in ink, he was pretty attractive as far as his physique and voice were enough to go by. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personal pleasures he had in mind, and what it’d be like to indulge in those pleasures with him. Would it feel as good as those dreams you had?

His voice broke your train of thought. “Would you be willing to join me in the glory of his name, Y/N?” You connected the dots and figured out that he was asking if you wanted to join him in worshipping the ink demon. But you didn’t know what kind of religion this was. What the scripture was, what the laws were, what Bendy’s goal was, nothing. Maybe it was a religion that sounded bad on paper, but when you looked deeper into it, it was actually pretty reasonable and preached things that weren’t actually bad. Plus, this may be the only way to answer all your questions and to figure out what he was talking about when he said you were the ‘chosen one’. Your curiosity outweighed your concerns and fear, so you responded, “I suppose...it’d be alright...” Sammy grinned, saying, “Excellent, my dear. Let us begin our journey towards enlightenment together. But first, we must make sure you are properly prepared for your initiation." "Initiation?" "Yes, we shall show our savior your devotion and your willingness to accept him in your heart and soul by performing this ritual. Follow me and I will guide you in all ways necessary to serve our Lord's desires.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a moment. You saw as the ink dripped from it, as if the ink was a part of him. Was he a being of pure ink, a human and ink hybrid, or was he just covered in it? You looked at him, nodded, and took his hand. He led you through the halls and as you two walked, something deep inside you told you that this was the right thing. Was it, though?

Soon, Sammy led you into a room that was adorned with religious symbols and ink splatters all over. There was a giant satanic-like circle in the room, with black candles surrounding it. You could see a few Bendy cutouts leaning against the walls along with various writings on the walls in ink. Sammy guides you to the bed in the corner and has you sit while he gets everything ready for the ritual. You’re sitting there, not sure what’s going on and what will happen. ‘Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...’ The ink demon’s voice rang in your head, almost like he was right next to you. Then, Sammy walked up to you and knelt in front of you, looking up at you. He was serious about the ‘basking in your presence' thing, wasn’t he? “Are you ready, Y/N? To offer yourself completely to our savior?” His voice was in a soft tone, like he was a father soothing the fears of a child. You still weren’t entirely sure, but you did say yes, and you had the feeling this was the right thing to do, so you nodded and said, “I think so..” Sammy smiled and said as he offered his hand to you, “Then come, my dearest. Let us worship together in the name of our beloved deity.” His smile and how he was kneeling to you showed that he posed no threat, that what everything he told you was sincere. You also knew it was now or never to find out what was going on. You take his hand and you both stand up, him leading you to the circle.

He places you in the center and he lets go of your hand, walking away and grabbing what looked like an artist’s notebook with some words you couldn't tell crudely scribbled on the cover. Must be a bible, you figured. He smiled at you one last time before he started to recite some lines from the book. They sounded basically like lines you'd find in a regular bible mixed with what you’d say in a seance to summon something. As he spoke, his voice got louder and stronger with each sentence, he was putting his whole heart and soul into this. As the prayers went on, the circle started to glow and the room started to shake. While you were in the circle, it felt like it was sucking you in, keeping you inside like a magnet. No going back now. Once the chants were finished, Sammy entered the circle and held both your hands together with his and says, “Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...”

The same words the ink demon told you.

You nodded and then that’s when your hands and arms started to become covered in ink, and it was spreading. Sammy let you go and stepped out of the circle, having a fanatical look on his face as it occurred. “Yes, yes my dear Y/N. Let the ink consume you and become one with our Lord and savior. Give yourself completely to him.” The ink spread to your arms, your torso, your legs, it started to crawl up your neck and pool around your feet. Then something started to grow from the ink on the floor. It was a large mass, then it formed into a skinny humanoid shape, then it formed into the ink demon. You saw the demon look at you and smile, its maw and teeth dripping with ink. Just as it cradled you in its hands like a doll, everything suddenly went black.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a pitch black room, no light or reflections anywhere. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You were able to stand up, but when you tried to walk, your feet couldn’t move. Then you saw a light shine down and there was the ink demon in front of you. It towered over you by about 5 feet more than your own height, and all you could smell was the sickening scent of ink. You looked at the demon and saw him offer his hand to you. You looked at him and felt a sense of safety with him, security. You knew that if you took his hand, no harm would ever come to you, not from him, nor from anything, or anyone ever again. And if you took his hand, you will find the answers that you seek. With all that, you make your final decision.

 

You take his hand.

 

He smiles, gently grips your hand, and everything fades to black again.

 

You start to wake up, lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, with Sammy looking over you, smiling. “Welcome back, my dearest. You have been blessed by our Lord Bendy himself. How do you feel?” He helps you up and you notice that your body is now covered in black ink, your arms, your legs, everything but your clothes. It felt...warm. Like you were in a warm bath that relaxed all your muscles, getting rid of all your stress, worries, and fears. “I...I’m not sure,” you stutter out. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t sure. If your life was forever changed, you find out that you’re some chosen one for some demon, and your skin is now covered in ink, how would you react? Sammy placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly, saying, “It is normal to feel overwhelmed at first, my dear. But do not worry, our Lord Bendy has chosen you for a reason. You will soon understand your purpose in his grand plan.” He started to walk around the room as he continued, “Oh, you have no idea the full extent of the greatness of his plan. He is the one true god and we are but his faithful servants. Together, we will bring glory to him and all those who oppose us and any who trespass on this realm shall be sacrificed in his name.” He stared at the large ink drawing of Bendy on the wall and had his arms out like he was performing a sermon.

At this point, your lack of answers had made you a bit annoyed. "How am I the chosen one? Is there some sort of prophecy? What is Bendy's plan for me? Why am I here?" Sammy put his arms down and turned to you, sensing your frustration. He said as he walked up to you, "Our Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear. But you cannot deny that you have seen the signs. The visions you've had, of him in all of his glory. He has chosen you for something very special. I know that you were destined to be part of his plan. As for what he has in store for you, only time will tell. But rest assured, it will be nothing short of magnificent." Well..that explained why you had the dreams, but everything else was still left unanswered. Why were you the chosen one? What does that ink demon want with you? Is whatever he's planning your destiny?

Wait...what if...

You asked, "Will I find out his plan one day?" Sammy nodded and responded, "Yes, my dear Y/N. Our Lord will reveal his plan to you when the time is right. Until then, I will guide you and help you in any way I can." You felt a sense of ease as he spoke, relieved to know your questions would be answered one day. It may not have been now, but at least you'd be getting answers at all. And you were glad Sammy was here to help you understand this Lord Bendy and the rest of this religion. For now, it was best to wait and accept what answers you did get.

"Well..if you believe this plan is a good thing, then I'll believe you. But there is one thing you can help me with right now. What you said back there, about...indulging in personal pleasures...what did you mean by that?” A grin grew on his face as you mentioned his words from before. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his voice as sweet as honey, “Oh my dear, what I meant by that was exploring the pleasures of the flesh.” You felt a warmth grow on your cheeks as he continued, “Sharing our bodies as one under the watchful eye of our Lord. It is...” He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, ”...an intimate experience unlike any other.” You felt a shiver go down your spine from his voice. In that moment, you felt your body start to grow warm, you could feel your heat growing stronger. Was it your body reacting to his voice and touch, was it ‘Bendy’ doing this, or was it the ink having an effect on your senses? You weren’t sure anymore. Sammy could tell what was happening to you, and as he started to kiss your neck, he said softly, “No need to fight it, love. There’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. It's what our Lord wants for us. Embrace them and let us indulge together in the pleasures that he has bestowed upon us.” His voice, his kiss, and his touch just made the temptation grow inside you even more. You then remembered the dreams where you felt the immense pleasure. As images of those dreams flashed in your head, you remember the man covered in ink. That was when it hit you: Sammy was the ink man in those dreams. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, you knew he would give it to you, and this was your chance to do it. Besides, he said there was no reason to fight it, so why fight? “Ok..” With that, Sammy smiled and led you to the bed.

He then pulled you in and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you towards ecstasy. You felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he kissed you. In fact, your whole body felt more sensitive to his touch. You realized this was the same feeling you had as in your dreams. Maybe this was what Bendy had planned... You let go and kissed Sammy back just as passionately, moaning softly from the sensation. He moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. In between kisses, he said softly, "Oh my Y/N, you truly are a gift from our Lord..." The kissing continued and all of a sudden, you felt a liquid come from Sammy's mouth and enter yours. You recognized the smell and knew it was ink. You wanted to spit it out, but Sammy kept his mouth on yours and the ink flooded your mouth so much, you had no choice but to swallow it. You expected to start gagging from the vile taste, but...you noticed the taste was actually sweet. You also noticed the smell was no longer nauseating, it was...pleasant. You felt the ink coat everything as it went down your throat. Your arousal intensified and you felt your body growing warmer, all your worries, questions, and even thoughts slowly started to fade away, your mind starting to grow a bit hazy. Sammy broke the kiss and smiled. He whispered, "Let us become one for him." All you could say was, "Yes.."

Sammy kept kissing you as he laid you on the bed, took the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and slid it off to show your nude body. You slipped his straps off and once you did, he pulled away from the kiss to remove his own clothing, revealing his heavily inked body. You looked at him and were unable to speak as you looked at all of him. You could see his cock growing from the darkness of his body. It was much bigger than any man's you've ever seen.. It had to have been a blessing of some sort to be gifted with something as marvelous as that. But you wondered...would it even fit? Although...with how big it was, you knew it would certainly feel so good inside you. He grinned, knowing you liked what you saw, and started to grope your breasts, teasing your nipples with his fingers as he continued to kiss you. After a bit of that, he then slid a hand down your body down to your pussy, his finger tracing circles around your clit as he licks and kisses your neck. You couldn't help but moan from the pleasure he was giving you. He said softly, "My love, your body truly is a temple to our savior..." He moved his mouth to your breast, as he kept rubbing your slit. You moaned as you felt his tongue slide all around your nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like your nipple was as sensitive as your clit. "Ahh..S..Sammy..." you moaned. He smiled and moved back up to kiss you deeply once again, his fingers still teasing your pussy. He says softly, "Oh how I've waited for you to come here..I've yearned for someone like you for so long... and now that you're here..I'm so blessed to have you be mine..."

He then slides two fingers inside of you, making you moan a bit louder as he started to finger you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he does. He felt your walls clenching around his finger, and it only made him more excited to be with you. "You're so tight, dearest..." you couldn't respond as the pleasure was clouding your mind. He just chuckled, finding your reactions to his touch simply adorable. He slid his fingers deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter as you moaned more and more, and he couldn't wait to feel you cum all over his fingers. Luckily for him, it wasn't that much longer, because just a few more hits and you were seeing stars. You moaned out as your orgasm caused you to cover his hand in your juices. Sammy just smiled and pulls his fingers out of you, licking the juices off them. You watched as he slid each finger into his mouth.

He then kisses down your body until he reached your pussy. "H-hey..w..what are you doing..?" You asked as he spread your legs open, but all you got was him looking up at you with a smirk and a low chuckle before he dove right in. He started to lick and suck on your clit, feeling your body still trembling as you continued to orgasm. He groaned as he tasted your sweet juices, his own cock growing even harder the more he did. "Mm...Y/N...you taste so sweet..." As he continued, you planted your hands on his head, feeling the ink partially meld with yours, and moaned as you rode the pleasure your lover was giving you. "S..Sammy..!" He grins and kept licking and sucking, his tongue flicking against your clit. He then slowly started to slide two fingers back inside you, feeling your walls still clenching around them. He knew you were close to cumming again, and he wanted to make sure you did. You felt another orgasm build up until it crashed into you like a wave, moaning out as more of your juices came out. He cleaned up all of the juice with his tongue and he continued to finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He can feel your body trembling once more, and he couldn't wait to make you cum again. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You flipped around so you were on top of him and you moved down to his throbbing cock, rubbing it as you licked up his shaft and sucked on the tip and slid him inside your mouth. He groaned softly as he feels your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing against his most sensitive spot. He grinned and ran his fingers through your inky hair, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't believe how good you are at this. You bobbed your head and sucked more, addicted to the taste of it as the ink coated the inside of your mouth. How could ink taste so good..?

He moaned softly as he felt you bobbing your head up and down his cock, your lips sliding down the shaft as you do. He couldn't wait to see what else you can do. He pushed your head down further onto his cock, making him go deeper down your throat. He moaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the shaft as you kept sucking him off. The force of him pushing you down on his cock should've made you gag, but somehow, something in the ink changed that. You sucked more of his cock and started to fondle his balls. He moaned a bit more, your fingers gently holding his balls as you suck him off and as he started to thrust into your mouth. You could feel his cock start to twitch, you knew he was about to cum, so you kept sucking to show that it was okay for him to cum in your mouth. He groaned and gripped your hair tightly as he finally came, filling your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all of it so greedily, you didn't even notice his cum was as black as ink, but it tasted so good..you licked on the tip of his cock to get each and every last drop.

Once you took him out of your mouth, he pulled you up and flipped you both around so he was on top. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder and you felt him rub his cock on your pussy. He grinned and slid his cock into your pussy, letting out a shuddering sigh as he does. The action caused you to arch your back in pleasure and moan his name again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you, and he started to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. He groaned softly as he felt your pussy tighten on his cock, hearing your moans, your body writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so much more intense than you could ever imagine, even better than it was in the dreams. "S..Sammy..it...it feels so good..how...how can it feel this good..?" "Oh my dear, it's because of our savior. He's rewarding you for your obedience and devotion to him with pleasures non-believers can never experience. Just relax and let us enjoy this blessing." You did just that and let your mind go, letting the pleasure take control. Oh lord, it felt so good. You could feel his cock stretch your pussy out so well, it was like it was made especially for him.

He groaned louder as he hears you moan, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does. He thrusted his hips back and forth faster, his cock deeply sliding in and out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed, you could feel his tongue coat the inside of your mouth with ink and you felt it slide down your throat again, making your mind even more foggy. Sammy moaned as he felt your tongue slide around his, your mouth tasting so sweet. He lifted you up so you were in his lap as he thrusted his hips faster and harder, his cock going even deeper. The man just couldn't get enough of you, he was completely addicted to you. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, your taste, your pussy, everything.

He broke the kiss to say in between moans, "Oh Y/N... you're so perfect... I'm so glad Lord Bendy chose you to be mine.." You look at him and say, "M..me too..I..I'm so..so happy..!" Sammy smiled as he kissed you again. Soon enough, you could feel your inner core tightening. "I...I'm gonna cum..!" "That's it, dearest..don't fight it...let it happen.." And with a few more thrusts, you finally came. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, your mind entering a new realm of bliss. Sammy felt your body shake beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. He grinned and continued to thrust into you. He held you as you rode your orgasm, your body writhing beneath him. You could feel his cock starting to twitch again, he was so close, so very close. Just a bit more..

He let out almost an animalistic groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came once again, your juices coating his shaft. That finally brings him to his release, moaning as he cums inside you. You could feel his hot cum fill your belly so much, the man must have been backed up for so long. He grinned as he feels you cum, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. He leaned to you and kissed you one last time as his high started to fade away. He still could not believe how good all that felt, it was almost like reaching Nirvana. Soon, he broke the kiss and held you close to him, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he panted. You both laid on the bed and let the afterglow consume you both as you held each other close. He whispered into your ear, "You're mine, my little angel...no one else can have you..."

And you couldn't have been any happier.

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[artsyanapink]

Someone is in trouble 😳

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[bloodypeachblog]

Since I have more followers here, go give my latest fanfic a look!

It's also on AO3! Go leave a comment and/or kudos!:

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[lostglassguitars]

So I was thinking about a Bendy AU/story with a reader insert and this kinda happened… yeah, it’s an x reader.

(click on the photo for better quality!)

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[holylulusworld]

Sweet Home Lawrence

Summary: You come back to your hometown.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, past rejection, past unrequited feelings, a/b/o, a/b/o/pack dynamics, best friends brother trope, idiots in love, age gap (4 years), implied claiming/mating

A/N: This story belongs to my pack collection.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

 Weird. Confusing. Scary as hell.

Coming back home after what feels like a whole lifetime is a step back to you. You didn’t make it in the big and busy town. At least not for long.

“Y/N, Y/L/N! Oh my god! You are back?” Damnit, out of all the people Mary Winchester is the one to spot you first the moment you set one foot out of your luxurious car. The one you bought when times were still better for you.

“Mrs. Winchester,” you give her a friendly smile, but wish that she leaves you alone. It’s not that you don’t like her. No. She always was nothing but kind to you. “How have you been?”

“I should ask you the same,” she smiles wildly and wraps you in a hug. “Look at you, you’ve grown even more beautiful.”

You want to protest. In your mind, you’ve never been pretty, not even close. Or else…

“Just look at you, Mrs. Winchester. You haven’t changed at all.”

It’s true. She has some lines on her forehead and fine wrinkles around her eyes, but she’s still the beautiful woman you admired when you were just a teen.

“Now you are flattering me, Y/N,” she tuts. “So, does Sammy already know you are back in town? How about Dean?”

“Sam knows,” you bite your tongue, not wanting Mary to know that you will do anything to avoid seeing Dean Winchester again. “Dean and I didn’t stay in contact, though. I don’t think he’ll even remember his brother’s friend.”

She gasps. “But you were so close back then,” Mary wonders aloud. “I know Dean was elder, but you got along so well. Everyone was rooting for you. The pack was rooting for you.”

“I-what?” you laugh bitterly. “Dean didn’t even give me a second glance. He was all over other omegas all the damn time. He never was interested in me, Mrs. Winchester.”

“Oh-I didn’t know any of this,” she says. “I’m sorry for bringing Dean up. But Sammy will be happy to see you again.”

“I’ll make sure to give him a call,” you weakly reply. The truth is, to avoid meeting Dean, you’ll stay away from Sam too. Even if he didn’t do anything wrong, he’s still Dean’s brother. “I need to get to the house. My uncle said it needs some reparations. I got to check on the list he made.”

“Of course, my dear,” she hugs you again and pats your back. “It was good seeing you again. I hope you didn’t forget that you are always welcome at our home. Come over any time.”

She finally leaves you alone and you can breathe again.

Like hell. You won’t go anywhere near their house. Dean Winchester always had the talent to pop up out of nowhere. You’ll not give him the chance to take you by surprise.

“Electricity is already fixed, heating too,” you sigh. Relived. Your uncle already took care of the most important things. “Wallpapers, floor, new painting. That’s manageable. My furniture will be here soon.”

You look the list up and down. It’s been a while since you moved, and it feels odd being home again.

It doesn’t feel like back then when your parents were still around, and you didn’t care about the future.

Now it is different. Years wasted on a dream you couldn’t reach. Or you did, but not for long.

Like with everything good in your life, your career ended in a mess too.

Engrossed in the to-do list your uncle left on the old kitchen table, you barely hear someone knock at your door.

You get up to open the door, if not, they won’t go away.

“Hello,” you sigh. Someone must’ve told Sam that you are already back. And it certainly wasn’t you. “Sweetheart?”

You open the door, heart dropping to your feet as the wrong brother stands in front of your door. A shudder runs through your body and you instinctively tilt your head in submission as the alpha steps closer.

You can smell it. He’s the new alpha of the pack. The leader.

Why did Sammy not tell you so? You would’ve avoided coming back to Lawrence if only you knew Dean will be the one dictating your life from now on.

“What are you doing here, Dean? I’m barely back in town,” you close your eyes and take a deep breath. It’s bad to mess with the leader.

“Mother said you are back,” he shrugs as you look up at him. “I wanted to come over and say ‘hi. I live over there now.”

He points at the house across the street.

Fuck. No. Dean lives right across the street. He’s the new owner of the large house you always admired. The one with the beautiful backyard and winter garden.

“Uh-hi. As you can see, I’m busy checking on the house,” you wave the list in front of his face. “Can we talk about the rules of the pack later? I’m rather tired.”

“I didn’t want to talk about the rules of the pack.”

“What else do you want to talk about, Dean?” you’re confused about his behavior. He gets a collar out of the pocket of his coat, holding it in front of your face. “I don’t understand.”

“I came here to talk about us, not the rules,” he steps into your personal space and opens the collar. You’re staring at the DW tangling from the collar as he tries to put it around your neck.

“What the fuck!” you push him away, making the alpha growl. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just put a collar around my neck.”

“But we promised each other to mate. I want to make you my omega,” he looks confused and hurt. “Y/N. Sweethart…”

“You want what? Mate me? After you rejected me years ago,” you whimper at the memory. “My family and I had to leave town and the pack. I wanted you to be my alpha and to give me your mark. But you rejected me and paraded around town with Lisa Braeden the other day. I won’t have you anywhere near me.”

“You were only eighteen, Y/N!” he argues, nostrils flaring now. “I was elder. Four years elder. I couldn’t claim you. It would’ve been against our rules. I have always wanted you, but you were so much younger and…Lisa was a distraction, nothing else.”

“My parents mated at the age of sixteen!” you snap at Dean. “This had nothing to do with my age. You only wanted to fuck as many omegas as possible. And look where it got you. A loner without a mate or pups.”

“Y/N, they were both sixteen when they mated,” Dean bites back. He’s hurting as much as you do. “Don’t argue with me, omega. I talked about it with my father and he—”

You whine. “No, you didn’t,” you sniffle now. “How dare you tell John about this…us…I wanted to be yours. But after you had what you wanted, you lost interest…”

“Enough of this,” the alpha cuts you off. “I had to stay away from you. My father said I must wait until we are both more…mature. How should I have known that you and your family will leave town in the middle of the night?”

“I told Sammy where we are going!”

“My father wouldn’t let me leave town,” Dean’s voice grows louder now, making you flinch. He growls and snarl while holding the collar in a tight grip. “The pack decided that I cannot leave until you turn twenty-one. And then…one of the omegas said the kid is my kid. I spent months proving that I didn’t knock her up.”

“You never called, or wrote a letter,” you drop your gaze and shake your head. “You forgot about me as you never wanted me.”

“That’s not true!” he growls loudly. “After the girl admitted the kid isn’t mine, my father got sick…like really sick. I had to help him with the pack. And then, when he got a little better, Sammy said you are about to mate with some other alpha.”

“I never…” you shake your head. “I had a few dates with that guy. He didn’t even get to second base…”

“Sammy lied?” Dean questions.

“Sammy got it wrong,” huffing you look at the collar dangling from his fingers. “Maybe I didn’t correct him.”

“The moment Sammy said you are going to come back, unmated,” Dean purrs low in his throat and steps closer; if that’s even possible,” I looked for the collar and waited…and waited. My heart did somersaults when mom called me this morning.”

“She ratted me out?”

“I would’ve come around earlier, but I bought a new flannel and got you flowers,” he drops his eyes to the collar in his hands. “Fuck. No! I forgot the flowers at home. Wait! I’ll get them for you.”

“Dean…what are we doing here?” you shake your head. “It’s been years. We both changed, and moved on.”

“You’re unclaimed, and I don’t have a mate,” he clears his throat. “Y/N Y/L/N. Omega. I’m here to announce that I’m officially courting you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I don’t care,” he looks you up and down. “Father is no longer the leader of this pack. I’m the leader and decided you are going to become my omega. Period.”

“You’re a cocky sonofabitch,” you grin as he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his chest. “I won’t forgive you so easily.”

“I’m gonna make you forgive me really quick,” he dips his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. “I always knew how to make you forgive me for being stupid. Why don’t you invite me in and we can talk about me being stupid.”

“You’re stupid, that’s true.”

“You can be stupid with me,” he murmurs against your lips. “For the rest of your life.”

“I can be with stupid for the rest of your life,” you grin against his lips. “Don’t you remember? You’re so much elder.”

He grunts.

“Let me inside. I wanna have a look around your house again.”

“Again?” you furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh—uh…your uncle asked me for help. He didn’t have the time to have a look at your house. I made sure the electricity and heating get fixed. I can’t let my omega freeze, right?”

“You could’ve just invited me over,” he hums thoughtfully. “Imagine, a freezing omega, alone in the dark. A strong alpha, who comes to my aid. You missed an opportunity there, Winchester.”

“How about you come to my home tonight? I know you only got a few things with you.”

“Your mother did spy on me, huh?”

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles while brushing his lips over yours again, “come with me. Please. I don’t want to be away from you for another minute. I almost passed out when Sammy said you will come back. I thought that I lost you forever, but here you are.”

“I let him believe that I’m still dating that alpha,” you shrug. “Maybe I didn’t want people to believe that I can’t find an alpha wanting to stick around.”

“I want to stick around,” he nips at your lips. “Please let me stick around.”

“If you order food, I’ll stay at your place for tonight,” you give in, just a little. “But no funny business, Sir. I haven’t seen you for a lifetime…”

Hours later Dean lies wide awake with you in his arms. You’re not wearing the collar, but his mark.

It all happened so fast it appears to be a dream. He can’t believe you ended up mating.

“Warm,” you mumble rubbing your cheek into his chest. “Tired.”

“I know,” he softly kisses your hair. Dean’s heart swells as he knows, you feel safe and comfortable in his arms. Even after all those years, you belong to him. “The pack will get mad.”

“Hmm…” your eyes flutter shut, and you give in to your instinct and the warm feeling spreading through your body. “Dean.”

“It’s alright. They will understand that their leader needed his omega,” Dean whispers as you drift into sleep. “No one will part us ever again…no one…”

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Swan Song

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville – a blue two-door Caprice.

There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car – no, the most important object – in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor "gettin' folks right for Judgment Day." That's what he said. Sam, Dean and (y/n) don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile.

After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins.

And here's where it ends.

Sam was sitting on the hood of the Impala drinking a beer in Bobby's salvage yard, when Dean and I come over to join him. "Hey." Sam greeted as Dean takes a couple beers out of a cooler, hands me one and leans against the Impala, being unusually quiet. 

"Guys? What's going on?" Sam asked, worried. "I'm in." Dean said. "In with...?" Sam asked, confused. "The whole 'up with Satan' thing. I'm on board." Dean said. "You're gonna let me say yes?" Sam asked, surprised. "No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown...well, overgrown...man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play." Dean said. "That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say." Sam said.

"Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is...You know, watching out for you...it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's...it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But...But I do know that if anybody can do it...it's you." Dean explained.

"Thank you." Sam said, grateful to hear such words from his brother. "If this is what you want...Is this really what you want?" Dean asked. "I let him out. I got to put him back in." Sam replied, Dean looks away. "Okay. That's it, then." He said, in a remorseful tone, then Sam looks over at me.

"What about you, (y/n)?" He asked me and I sigh. "Honestly, Sam...I don't like it. But...you are your own man and if you say you can control the devil and put yourself and Lucifer back in the cage, then I trust you. I'm standing by you." I said and Sam smiles at me. "Thanks, (y/n)." He said and I nod at him then we continue drinking our beers in silent.

Later, Sam and Castiel fill up jugs with demon blood. A dead demon hanged upside down over a devil's trap and Sam wipes blood off a large knife, while Castiel puts the lid on a jug of blood. Dean stands next to me, looking so conflicted of what is happening, and I reach out and take his hand in mine then run my thumb over his knuckle, to give him some sort've comfort. 

We exit the building, Sam and Castiel carrying the gallon jugs of blood then they put them in the trunk of the Impala, while Dean and I walk over to Bobby. "I still can't get used to you at eye level." I said to him.

"So, was I right?" Bobby asked. "As always, Yoda. Two stunt demons inside, just like you said." Dean replied. "Did you get it?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, all the 'go juice' Sammy can drink." Dean said, while I sigh and look away.

"You both okay?" Bobby asked, I shake my head. "Not really. What do you got?" Dean asked. "Not much. These look like omens to you?" Bobby asked, handing Dean a newspaper. I lean closer to Dean to read the paper with him. 

"Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A." Bobby said. "Wait. What about Detroit?" Dean asked, looking up from the paper. "Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown." Bobby explained. "That's the one. Devil's in Detroit." Dean said. "Really? As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, I'm sure." Dean replied.

The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray – it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents – to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. And, when she was riding with them, (y/n) had stuffed her already chewed up gum up under the seats.

These are the things that make the car theirs – really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed, 'cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The Devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive.

Dean was driving the Impala, Sam was riding shotgun, Castiel is asleep in the back seat while I sit next to him and smile at him. "Aw. Ain't he a little angel?" I asked the boys as I nod to Cas. "Angels don't sleep." Sam said and I roll my eyes.

"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this." said Dean. "Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it." Sam said, sarcastically. "You know what I mean. Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are." Dean said. "Here we are." Sam said.

"Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't." I said. "(Y/n), I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings." Sam said then he sighs.

"Hey, um...on the subject, there's something I got to talk to you guys about." He said. "What?" Dean and I asked. "This thing goes our way and I...Triple Lindy into that box...y-you guys know I'm not coming back." Sam said and I frown and turn my head away. "Yeah, we're aware." Dean said.

"So you guys got to promise me something." Sam said and I look over at him. "Okay. Yeah." Dean said. "Anything." I said. "You guys got to promise not to try to bring me back." Sam said. "What?" I exclaimed, shocked, while Dean shakes his head. "No, I didn't sign up for that." He growls.

"Guys--"

"Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want us just to sit by and do nothing?" Dean asked, angrily. "Once the Cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky." Sam said. "No, no, no, no, no. As if we're just gonna let you rot in there." Dean said. "There's no way we're gonna do that!" I shout. "Yeah, you are. You two don't have a choice." Sam said. "You can't ask us to do this." Dean said, upset.

"I'm sorry, guys. You have to." Sam said. "So then what are we supposed to do?" I asked him, tears forming in my eyes. The idea of losing my best friend is just...I don't know a better word for it...awful.

​​​​​​"You guys find a home, have a family. You – you have barbecues, go to football games and go to concerts. You two go live some normal, apple-pie life, guys. Promise me." Sam said and I stare at him, in disbelief, as Dean looks over at him. "Well, is it bad timing to tell you that...your wish is coming true?" Dean asked and Sam stares at him, confused.

"What?" He asked. "Last night, I, uh...I asked (y/n) to marry me." Dean said and Sam's eyes widen and he looks over at me, like for confirmation. "It's true. Although, we don't have a ring yet but...he did ask." I said and Sam huffs out a laugh. "Well...I'm glad you guys. Now you just need to home, maybe turn one of your safehouses into a home, (y/n), and you two live on. Have kids or do whatever. It would mean alot to me, if you guys did this." He said and I look down. 

We arrive in Detroit and parked in an alleyway then Bobby looks through binoculars at a building. Once he was done, Bobby walks over to Sam, Dean, Castiel, and I. "Demons. At least two dozen of them. You were right...something's up." He said to Dean. "More than something. He's here. I know it." Dean said, walking to the trunk of the Impala.

Sam looks at Bobby and sighs. Bobby looks at the ground for a moment, then walks up to Sam. "I'll see ya around, kid." He said. "See ya around." Sam replied and the two hug.

Bobby pulls away then look Sam in the eye. "He gets in...You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch." He said, his voice breaking a little. "Yes, sir." Sam said. Bobby stares at Sam for a moment, tearfully. Then he turns and walks away.

Sam sighs, rubbing his face and brushing a long strand of his bangs out of his face. Sam looks at Castiel and walks over him, holding his hand out to the angel. "Take care of these guys, okay?" He asked as he nods to me and Dean

"That's not possible." Castiel said, plainly. Sam scoffs. "Then humor me." He said. "Oh. I was supposed to lie." Castiel said and Sam scoffs again. "Uh...Sure. They'll be fine." Castiel said, never taking Sam's hand to shake. "Just-just stop...talking." Sam said, smiling a little, then he looks over at me and I give him a small smile before I go and hug him.

"I'm gonna miss you." I whispered to him as he hugs me back. "Yeah, I'll miss you too." Sam said then we pull out of our embrace and he looks down at me. "Take care of my brother." He tells me and I nod. "I will." I said and Sam smiles and we hug again then he heads over to the trunk of the Impala, where the open jugs of demon blood sit.

"You mind not watching this?" Sam asked us and Dean and I walk away as Sam picks up a jug. 

Later, Sam clears his throat and closes the trunk and takes a deep breath. "Okay. Let's go." He said, walking past Dean and I. After a moment we follow him. Bobby and Castiel stayed back, watching us go. 

Sam raises his arms as he approaches the building with the demons. "ALL RIGHT! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and get it!" He growled and three demons come outside. "Hey, guys. Is your father home?" Dean asked them.

The demons manhandle the boys and I, inside and over to Lucifer, who's looking out the window. "Hey, guys. So nice of you to drop in." The devil said, continuing to stare out the window. He breaths on the glass, foggy and freezing it up.

"Sorry, if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite." Lucifer said, as he draws a pitchfork in the condensation. "Well, I'll alert the media." Dean said, sarcastically.

Lucifer turns his head to look at us, his face was covered with red sores. "Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is...a tad suicidal, don't you think?" He asked, moving to stand in front of us.

"We're not here to fight you." Sam said. "No? Then why are you?" Lucifer asked. "I want to say yes." Sam replied. "Excuse me?" Lucifer asked, taken aback. Sam takes a breath, closing his eyes and the three demons drop dead in flashes of light. "Chock-full of Ovaltine, are we?" Lucifer asked, a bit impressed.

"You heard me. Yes." Sam said, firmly. "You're serious." Lucifer said, questionable. Sam glances to Dean and I real quick. "Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off." He said. "Meaning?" Lucifer asked. "Deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, he lives, she lives, you bring our parents back..." Sam said and Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Okay, can we please drop the telenovela?" Lucifer asked, getting him to stop.

"I know you have the rings, Sam." Lucifer said. Dean and I look at Sam, who stares at Lucifer. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said. "The Horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my Cage? Ring a bell?" Lucifer asked, stepping closer to get in Sam's face.

Lucifer then slips pass us as we turn to look at him. "Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect. It's okay. I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin...I like the idea. Just you and me, one round, no tricks. You win, you jump in the hole. I win...Well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you." Lucifer taunted.

Dean and I exchange worried looks then look over at Sam, who fidgets. "So he knows. Doesn't change anything." He said. "Sam." Dean whispered. "We don't have any other choice." Sam said. "No." I mutter but Sam faces Lucifer.

"Yes."

Lucifer closes his eyes and bright light emanates from him. I held up my hands, turning my head away from the blinding light. When the light fades, Lucifer's previous vessel was gone and Sam was laying motionless on the floor. "Sam." I exclaimed as I kneel beside him to check on him. Dean takes the Horsemen's rings out of his pocket and throws them at the wall, where they stick.

"Bvtmon...Tabges...Babalon." 

A hole appears in the wall where the rings were and thw air is sucked into it. Sam stirs. "Sam." I said, taking his arm and help him sit up. "Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, running over to us. "Dean! (y/n)!" Sam exclaimed as he groans in pain. "I can feel him. Oh, God!" Sam cried out. "Keep fighting him, Sam!" I said. "You got to go now! Come on!" Dean said and he and I take Sam's arms and help him up. 

Now standing, Sam stares at the hole that leads to the cage. "Go now, Sammy. Now!" I yelled. Sam walks towards the hole and takes some deep breath but then he turns back to us, smiling. "I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone." Lucifer said and we stare back at him, horrified, my heart dropped at this.

Lucifer turns back to the hole in the wall. "Chdr bvtmon tabges babalon." He changes and the hole closes. Lucifer removes the Horsemen's rings from the wall and turns back to look at us. "I told you...this would always happen in Detroit." He said, then he disappears. Dean puts his hands to his head with tears in his eyes and I placed my hands over my mouth, tears falling down. "No..." I cried, defeated.

*3rd Person POV*

In a abandon theater, five people stand in a loose circle. Lucifer in Sam's body flexes his right arm, shoulder and hand. "Sam. Come on. I can feel you...scratching away in there." Lucifer said, smirking, then he noticed a broken mirror and looks into it. "Look...I'll take the gag off, okay?" Lucifer said as he walks towards the mirror. In the reflection, Sam was breathing heavily in anger.

"You got me all wrong, kiddo. I'm not the bad guy here." Lucifer said. "I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside out. Do you understand me?" Sam growled, angrily. "Such anger...Young Skywalker. Who are you really angry with? Me? Or that face in the mirror?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm sure this is all a big joke to you, huh?" Sam sneered. "Not at all. I've been waiting for you...for a long, long time. Come on, Sam. You have to admit...you can feel it, right?" Lucifer asked and Sam shakes is head. "What?" He asked. "The exhilaration. And you know why that is? Because we're two halves made whole. M.F.E.O. Literally." Lucifer replied. "This feels pretty damn far from good." Sam spat.

Lucifer smiles and taps at his head. "I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all...how odd you always felt, how...out of place in that...family of yours. And why shouldn't you have? They were foster care at best. I'm your real family." Lucifer said. "No, that's not true." Sam said. "It is. And I know you know it. All those times you ran away, you weren't running from them. You were running towards me." Lucifer said. 

Sam looks away then Lucifer sighs. "This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know." He said, Sam scoffs at such a ridiculous idea. "I let Dean and (y/n) live, didn't I? I want them to live. I'll bring your folks back, too. I'll even bring back (y/n)'s folks for her. I want you to be happy, Sam." Lucifer said. "I don't want anything from you." Sam growled and Lucifer raises an eyebrow. "Really? Not even a little payback?" He asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked. "Look closely. None of these little devils look familiar to you?" Lucifer asked as he gestures to the demons behind him then back at the mirror. "That's Mr. Bensman...One of my grade-school teachers." Sam said, looking at a bald man in a suit. Lucifer turns to look at the demons again. "And that's your friend Doug from that time in East Lansing. And Rachel...your prom date." He said, glancing back at the mirror, and Sam looks at the demons, horrified.

Lucifer looks back at the mirror, spreading his arms. "Sam Winchester, this is your life. Azazel's gang...watching you since you were a rugrat, jerking you around like a dog on a leash. I know how you feel about them. Me too. And you wanna know something? (Y/n) was supposed to die that night Jake stabbed her. But we didn't take in consideration of how much your brother cared for her." Lucifer said and Sam shakes in anger. "So, what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?" He asked as Sam glares at the demons behind him.

In the streets, a news report is playing on televisions in a store window. "Reports are flooding in – a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll." the reporter said.

"It's starting." Castiel said as he, Dean, Bobby and (y/n) watch the news. "Yeah, you think, genius?" Dean said to him, harshly. "You don't have to be mean." Castiel mumbles. "So what do we do now?" Dean asked as he paces and (y/n) had her arms folded across her chest.

"I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol...Just wait for the inevitable blast wave." Castiel suggested. "Yeah, swell. Thank you, Bukowski. I-I mean, how do we stop it?" Dean asked. "We don't. Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins." Cas said. "Okay, well, where's this chosen field?" Dean asked him. "I don't know." Cas said, shrugging, and (y/n) closes her eyes in realization. "Well, there's got to be something that we can do." Dean yells.

"There is." (Y/n) said and the men all look over at her, her back was facing them. "What are you talking about?" Bobby asked and (y/n) sighs and looks over her shoulder at them then Dean's eyes widen, realizing what she was gonna say.

"No, no, no." Dean said, shaking his head. "Dean...it's our last hope." (Y/n) said as she turns to face him. "No! I'm not letting you do this!" Dean yells. "What the hell you two going on about?" Bobby asked. "Ariel." (Y/n) said and Bobby gets a look of understanding. "Balls." He grumbles and (y/n) turns to Cas. "Cas, can you call her?" She asked and Cas nods as he pulls out his phone.

"There's no way in hell..." Dean growls but (y/n) shakes her head. "Dean..." she pleads. "NO, DAMN IT! I'M NOT LOSING YOU TOO!" Dean yells. "You're not gonna lose me, Dean." (Y/n) said but he shakes his head. "(Y/n), please.." Dean pleads and (y/n) walks up to him and takes his hands in hers.

"Do you trust me?" She asked and he looks at her. "What?" He said, confused. "Do you trust me?" She asked again and Dean stares into her (e/c) eyes then nods. "Yes, I do." He said, firmly. "Then you'd know that I can handle this. Lucifer's got Sam, Michael's got Adam and they are about to have a showdown somewhere and the only way to stop this is to say yes to Ariel." She said and tears build up in Dean's eyes.

"I just got you back...." he whispers. "And I intend to come back in one piece." She said and Dean stares at her, clenching his jaw, as tears run down his cheek. The two stare at each other for a few moments before he speaks. "You better. My world would be awful empty without you." He said and (y/n) smiles before Dean leans down and kisses her, lovingly.

They hear the sounds of wings and they break the kiss to see Ariel there. "Ariel..." (y/n) said and the archangel gives a sympathetic look to her. "(Y/n), I am so sorry but..." Ariel said, a bit desperate. "I know..." (y/n) said then she looks over at Dean. They share one last look before (y/n) speaks up. "I love you." She said to him. "I know." He said and she smirks at him, getting the reference.

She looks back at Ariel and takes in a deep breath and let it out, slowly. "Yes." She said and Ariel gives her an I'm sorry look then a bright white engulfs Ariel and (y/n). Dean fidgets a bit as he watches this then the white light disappears and only (y/n) stood there until she stumbles back and Bobby, Cas and Dean run over to her, catching her before she fell.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean said. "Easy there." Bobby said as they stand her up. She stands up straight and she opens her eyes which glows bright blue. "Ariel." Castiel mutters and she looks over at him as her eyes go back to (y/n)'s normal eye color.

She nods then looks over at Dean, who still looked upset. "You better bring her back alive." He growls and Ariel gives him a sympathetic look. "I will." She said, her voice was still (y/n) but it was not in the way she spoke. It was a bit softer, a more innocence to it similar how Ariel spoke.

Ariel then walks up to Dean and places a comforting hand on his cheek and, even though it was still (y/n)'s hand, Dean noticed it wasn't even close to (y/n)'s touch. The way Ariel touched his cheek was almost like a mother to a child. "I'm so sorry that Heaven, my family, took so much from you, Dean." She said, sympathetically, then she has a determined look on her face. "But I promise I will make it right." She said, determined, as she removes her hand from his face and Dean nods.

Back at the theater, Lucifer was sitting on steps, his hands and clothes all bloody. All the demons laid dead on the floor, brutally killed. Lucifer smiles and turns to a mirror, Sam stares back horrified by what he has done. Lucifer exhales sharply. "So...are we having fun yet?"

In between jobs, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) would sometimes get a day...sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother and (y/n). They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game, go to the beach in Key West, and an event show about motorcycles for (y/n)'s birthday.

And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars...for hours...without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls...but they were never, in fact, homeless.

Chuck leans back in his chair, staring at his computer screen and smiles. "That's a good line." He remarked. A phone then rings and Chuck answers it. "Mistress Magda?" He said, grinning. "Um, no, Chuck." Dean said. "Oh, uh, Dean. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call." Chuck said, embarrassed. 

Dean was in the Impala, parked in a city alleyway, and Ariel paces as she listens. "Who's Mistress Magda?" Dean asked and Ariel turns her head to Dean, looking confused. "Nothing. She's a, uh, a...just a, uh...a close friend." Chuck said, sheepishly. "Yeah, I'll bet...real close. Whatever happened to Becky?" Dean asked. "Didn't work out. I had too much respect for her." Chuck replied.

"Boy, you really got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on, don't you?" Dean asked and Ariel gives him a look. "Dean." She said, disapproving. "Okay, this can't be why you called." Chuck said, feeling insulted.

"Sam said yes." Dean said. "I know. I saw it. And I saw (y/n) said yes to Ariel too. I'm just working on the pages." Chuck said. "Did you see where the title fight goes down?" Dean asked. "The angels are keeping it top secret – very hush-hush." Chuck replied.

"Aw, crap." Dean growled. "He didn't see it?" Ariel asked, worried. "But I saw it anyway. Perks of being a prophet. It's tomorrow, high noon...place called Stull Cemetery." Chuck said. "Stull Ceme...Wait. I know that. That's...that's an old boneyard outside of Lawrence. Why Lawrence?" Dean asked and Ariel perks up at this. "I don't know. It all has to end where it started, I guess." Chuck said.

"All right, Chuck. You know of any way to short-circuit this thing?" Dean asked. "Besides the rings? No. I'm sorry." Chuck replied. "Well, do you have any idea what's gonna happen next?" Dean asked. "I wish that I did. But I-I just...I honestly don't know yet." Chuck said. "All right. Thanks, Chuck." Dean said before hanging up and turning to Ariel.

"So Lawrence is where they're gonna be?" Ariel asked. "Chuck believes so." Dean said and Ariel nods. "Well, then, I guess that's where I'm going." She said. “Alright, let’s go.” Dean said. “No. You’re not coming.” Ariel said, sternly. “What?” Dean asked, angrily. “This is between me and my brothers.” Ariel said, simply. 

“Your brothers are using my brothers as meatsuits! And you’re about to go fight them inside my fiancé’s body. That sure as hell makes me a part of this.” Dean argued. “If you go, they’ll kill you. I can’t have that on my conscience.” Ariel said. “You can’t keep me out of this!” Dean growled.

Ariel looks at Dean and suddenly appears in front of him, reaching her hand out and hovering her fingertips in front of his forehead. Dean stares at archangel in front of him, worried that if he makes any sort of movement she’ll use her powers on him.

Ariel stares into Dean’s eyes with a stern glare. “I can if I must.” She said, almost as if she was challenging him to make a move. Dean remain still and Ariel pulls her hand away, her serious expression softening. “Please, leave this to me, Dean.” She pleaded. Before Dean could say anything, Ariel disappears.

Later, Dean closes the trunk of the Impala as Bobby and Castiel walk up to him. "You goin' someplace? You're goin' to do somethin' stupid. You got that look." Bobby said to Dean. "I'm gonna go talk to Sam." Dean replied. "You just don't give up." Bobby said. "It's Sam!" Dean exclaimed. "If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield." Castiel said.

"Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?" Dean asked. "I just want you to understand...the only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother and, if she fails, your girlfriend." Castiel said. "Fiancé’." Dean corrects and Bobby and Castiel give shocked looks to him then Dean sighs. "Well, then I'm not gonna let them die alone." Dean said as he walks to the car, gets into the Impala and starts the engine. 

The next day, Lucifer stands in the cemetery and looks around, as if he was waiting for somebody. Then there was the sound of wings and Michael, in Adam's body, appears. "It's good to see you, Michael." Lucifer said. "You too. It's been too long." Michael said and Lucifer nods.

"Can you believe it's finally here?" Michael asked him. "No. Not really." Lucifer said. "Are you ready?" Michael asked. "As I'll ever be. A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this." said Lucifer. "Yeah. Me too." said Michael.

"Then why are we?" Lucifer asked. "Oh, you know why! I have no choice, after what you did." Michael yelled. "What I did? What if it's not my fault?" Lucifer asked. "What is that supposed to mean?" Michael asked, suspiciously. "Think about it. Dad made everything. Which means he made me who I am! God wanted the Devil." Lucifer said.

"So?" Michael said, shrugging. "So why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point." Lucifer said. "What's your point?" Michael asked. "We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard." Lucifer said. "I'm sorry. I-I can't do that. I'm a good son, and I have my orders." Michael said, shaking his head. "But you don't have to follow them." Lucifer points out.

"What, you think I'm gonna rebel? Now? I'm not like you." Michael sneers. "Please, Michael --" Lucifer pleads. "You know, you haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me – all of us – and you made our father leave." Michael growled. "No one makes Dad do anything. He is doing this to us." said Lucifer.

"You're a monster, Lucifer. And I have to kill you." Michael spat and Lucifer glares at his brother. "If that's the way it's got to be...Then I'd like to see you try." Lucifer said, in a low tone, but then they hear another set of wings.

"Brothers, stop!" A female voice commanded and they turn to see Ariel walking up to them. "Ariel?" Michael said, questioning, as Lucifer glares at her. "Why am I not surprised that your vessel is Dean Winchester’s whore." Lucifer said and Ariel glares at him.

"Don't talk about her that way. She's my friend." Ariel growls. "Ariel...back off. I've told you what would happen if I see you again." Michael asked her and she turns to him. “Yeah, well, I'm stubborn. Guess I learned it from you two. Now, c'mon, you two know what will happen if you go through with this.” She replied and Lucifer scoffs. “I tried to tell him but he won’t listen.” He said, gesturing to the oldest archangel.

"Ariel, you know we have to do this." Michael said. “I know, I miss him too. But doing this won’t bring him back. He’s given up on us.” Ariel said. “No, he hasn’t! He left because of him!” Micheal yelled, pointing towards Lucifer.

“No, he left because he just sees us as disappointments.” Ariel argued. “You shut your mouth!“ Micheal shouted. “No matter how hard we try, we will never be good enough for him.” Ariel said and Micheal jerked his head away, brooding.

Lucifer watches them both, curious and a little hopeful that she is getting through to Michael. “And that’s alright, we don’t need him. We can forge our own paths. Just like the humans.” Ariel said and Lucifer let's out a disappointment sigh.

“You had me until humans. We’re nothing like them! They are broken and flawed.” Lucifer declared. “So are we! You’re about to destroy this beautiful planet just because Dad left to get milk and never came back?” Ariel said and Lucifer glared at her, while Michael watches them.

“At least the humans can think for themselves.” Ariel sneered. “Now you sound like Gabriel.” Lucifer mocked. “And that’s a bad thing? He and I have been around humans, we’ve seen how truly wonderful they are. If you would allow yourselves see that then…” Ariel started to plead.

“Then what?” Lucifer asked, interrupting her. “Is it gonna undo the centuries of loneliness I’ve spent in the cage? I’ll never bow down to these hairless apes. Not when they continue to lie, cheat, kill, and destroy and blame it all on me! They can’t even admit when they’re the ones in the wrong.” he yells.

Ariel scoffs. “I could say the same about you.” She sneered. “Enough, Ariel! You made your plead.” said Michael. “But…” Ariel tried to argued. “It’s time for you to step aside.” Michael said, looking over at Lucifer.

Ariel sighs, frustrated with her brothers. “I won’t let you either of do this. If I have to…I’ll kill you both.” Ariel said and Lucifer laughs at this. “You kill us?” He asked. “I’m done holding back.” Ariel replied, cracking her knuckles. Then three siblings stand tall, almost like a western showdown; all of them staring, wondering who is gonna make the first move, until they hear an engine running.

They all turn and see the Impala driving up to them. "Dean..." Ariel mutters, in a soft worried voice, as Dean puts a tape into the tape deck and turns up the volume. "Rock of Ages" by Def Leppard plays as he drives up to the angels. "Howdy, boys." Dean greets as the angels stare at him. "Sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Dean asked as Michael and Lucifer glares at him while Ariel gives him a worried, concerned expression.

"Hey. We need to talk." Dean said as he shuts the engine off of his car and walks out towards them. "Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid." Lucifer said. "I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Sam." Dean said to Lucifer. "Dean, you're gonna get yourself killed. Please." She pleads and Dean turns to her. "Look, Ariel, I know you mean well but I gotta do this." He said and Ariel frowns.

"You're no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here." Michael growled and Dean turns to him. "Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry." Dean said. "Adam isn't home right now." Michael said. "Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him." Dean said, pointing at Lucifer, and Michael glares at him. "You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story!" Michael yelled as he starts to walk closer to Dean and Ariel goes to stand in front of Dean, protectively. "Take one more step..." Ariel growls, threateningly, at her brother until they hear a voice.

"Hey, ass-butt!" A voice shouts and everyone turns to see Castiel and Bobby nearby. Castiel is holding a bottle from which a flame is burning – a Molotov cocktail. He throws the bottle at Michael who screams as he goes up in flames, Dean recoils back while Lucifer raises an arm to block the light and Ariel shuts her eyes.

Michael disappears and Dean looks over at Castiel, questioning. "Ass-butt?" He asked. "He'll be back – and upset – but you got your five minutes." Castiel said. "Castiel. Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?" Lucifer asked him, in a low tone. "Uh...no." Castiel said, a bit nervously. "No one dicks with Michael but me." Lucifer growls then he snaps his fingers.

Castiel then explodes in a rain of blood and chunks of meat. "Cas!" Ariel screams while Dean and Bobby look on, horrified, then Dean turns to Lucifer. "Sammy, can you hear me?" Dean asked as Lucifer turns to him. "You know...I tried to be nice...for Sammy's sake. But you...are such a pain...in my ass." Lucifer growls then he throws Dean onto the windshield of the Impala.

At that moment, Ariel raises her arm and thrust it forward, making Lucifer go flying off to the side and lands on his back. He gets up, quickly, but Bobby shoots him in the back. Lucifer turns and Bobby shoots him again in the front.

Ariel flicks her wrist just as Lucifer makes a twisting hand motion and Bobby's neck snaps. "Nooo!" Dean screams while two vine-like ropes come up from the ground and grab Lucifer by his wrists. Ariel goes to stand in front of him as the vines hold Lucifer back.

"Sam, I know you're in there. You need to keep fighting, honey." She pleads as Lucifer glares at her as he struggles against his restraints. "You're really starting to test me, sister." Lucifer growls and Ariel quirks up a smirk. "That's what little sister are for, right?" She quips and she noticed he was fighting really hard against the vines and she flicks her other wrist and two more large vine-like rope pop up out of the ground and grab him by his ankles.

"You think you're little twigs are gonna stop me?" He asked her. "Long enough for me to get to Sam." She said then she goes to address Sam again. "Sam...you're stronger than this. You can do it. I believe in you." Ariel said as Lucifer fights hard with the restraints and the feeling of Sam fighting back in his mind.

"Fight him now, Sam!" She yells then Lucifer let's out a scream and breaks the vines. Ariel, taken a back by this, stumbles back as Lucifer charges at her and the two begin to fight.

All Dean could do was watch, in shock, as Lucifer and Ariel threw punches and kicks at each other until Lucifer had the upper hand. He slams her down on the ground and said. "Sorry, sister. But you are getting in the way." And Lucifer snaps his fingers and, like Castiel, she explodes in a rain of blood and chunks.

"N-o-o-o-o!" Dean cries out, horrified, and Lucifer turns to Dean. "Yes." He growls and he grabs Dean's legs and pulls him off the hood of the Impala. He punches Dean hard, making him fall back against the Impala, spitting blood. He held out his hand, catching the blood bleeding out of his mouth. 

Dean turns to face Lucifer, using the car for support. "Sammy? Are you in there?" He asked. "Oh, he's in here, all right." Lucifer replied, punching him again. "And he's gonna feel the snap of your bones." He said, throwing another punch. 

Dean falls to the ground. "Every single one." Lucifer said, hauling Dean up to his feet and pins him to the backseat door. "We're gonna take our time." He said, punching Dean a further ten times causing Dean's face to be very swollen and bleeding.

He puts out a hand to Lucifer's jacket. "Sam, it's okay. It's okay." Dean said, painfully. Lucifer pauses and stares down at Dean, confused. "I'm here. I'm here. I'm not gonna leave you." Dean said, causing Lucifer's face to harden in anger, punching him twice more. "I'm not gonna leave you." Dean said in a strained voice, more blood bleeding out of his mouth.

Lucifer hauls back up a bit, preparing him for another beating, when sunlight glints off the roof of the Impala, catching his eye. In the window Dean is pinned to, Lucifer's reflection was Sam, staring at something in shock.

Through the window Lucifer can see the little green army man stuck in the ashtray. As Lucifer stares at the little army man, Sam remember all the wonderful memories he has of Dean and (y/n).

Young Sam stuffing the army man in the Impala's ashtray. Young Dean puts Legos in the Impala's vent. Young (y/n) stuffing chewed up gum under the seats. Young Sam, Dean and (y/n) carving their initials in the Impala.

Sam gifting the cross necklace to (y/n) on her 13th birthday.

Sam going through Dean's cassette collection while Dean fills the Impala's tank. Sam holding up the tape labeled 'MOTORHEAD' to show Dean in the driver's seat. Dean takes the tape from him to put in the tape deck.

(Y/n) meeting them at the bridge in Jericho and saying, sarcastically, how much she misses them.

The trio leaning on the Impala as Sam tells Dean he's driving. 

Sam waking up with with a plastic spoon in his mouth, (y/n) being woken up by the loud music from the backseat. He yanks the spoon out and Dean laughs and does a drum solo on the Impala's steering wheel. 

Sam sleeping in the passenger seat until (y/n) wakes him up.

Dean sitting in the passenger seat with sunglasses on. Sam and (y/n) laughing after (y/n) honks the horn to startled him awake. 

(y/n) picking Sam up from the Roadhouse on her bike and they take off and Sam enjoys the wind blowing in his face as they ride on.

Dean telling Sam and (y/n) they're screwed after the dealing with the shifter at the bank.

Sam, Dean, and (y/n) in the Impala, singing along to Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive.

The Impala bouncing along a dark road, as Dean drives like a happy mad man after he and (y/n) slept together for the first time.

Sam giving Dean a thermos of coffee, while they stake out Santa. Dean discovering it's empty and setting it aside, disappointed.

The trio sitting in the car after Sam scratched the lottery tickets and won $1,200.

The trio dressed as security-company employees as Dean teases Sam about school drama productions.

Dean motions that he can't hear Sam because the music is too loud.

Dean lying across the front seat of the Impala, drumming to 'Eye of the Tiger while (y/n) leans against the car, shaking her head.

Lucifer was engrossed by all the memories, still poised to throw a punch as Sam is reminded of the love he has for his brother and his best friend.

(y/n) hugging Sam as he glares over at his brother after Dean made his crossroad deal to bring (y/n) back.

Dean telling Sam about carrying him outside during the nursery fire, while getting gas in Lawrence.

Dean jumping at latino pop-dance music blasting from the speakers. When he tries to turn it off, the wipers turn on, making him rear back.

The boys getting glitter bombed from the air conditioning vents of the car and (y/n) climbing in the back seat, laughing and holding the empty glitter container.

(y/n) and Sam decorating one of her safehouses for Christmas and cooking food and making eggnog.

Dean giving Sam the keys to the Impala, showing that he trusts him again.

Finally the memories end with Dean hugging Sam after coming back from Hell. And Sam apologizing to (y/n) for what he said about it being her fault that Dean died and she forgives him and hugs him.

Lucifer stares, his fist unclenches and just like that, he was Sam again. Gasping and breathing heavily, he let's go of Dean, who falls to the ground against the Impala. 

Sam breathes quickly as he realizes he's in control of his own body again. He looks down at Dean, who stares back up at him. "It's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him." Sam reassured him.

Then Sam took out the Horsemen's rings and tosses them on the ground. "Bvtmon tabges babalon." he said and the ground caves in around the rings and air is sucked into the hole. Sam and Dean look at each other as the hole widens. 

Sam turns back to the hole and gets ready to jump in. "Sam!" A voice called out. Sam and Dean turn their heads to see Michael has returned. "It's not gonna end this way! Step back!" He ordered.

"You're gonna have to make me!" Sam yelled, furious. "I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It's my destiny!" Michael said. Sam glares at the archangel then glances over to Dean for a moment. 

Sam closes his eyes and spreads his arms and begins to fall backwards. Michael lunges forward and grabs Sam's jacket. Sam grabs a hold of Michael's arm and they fall into the hole together. 

After few moments the hole closes in a blinding flash of light. The Horsemen's rings burn bright in the grass on the ground where the hole was. Dean closes his eyes as he leans back against the Impala. Dean kneels on the ground near the Impala, the horsemen rings in his hand, staring at it with a lifeless expression.

Castiel and Ariel, still in (y/n)'s body, appears next to him and Dean slowly looks up at the two. "Cas, Ariel, you're alive?" He asked and Ariel smiles down at him before she goes over to Bobby. "I'm better than that." Castiel replied. He touches Dean on the forehead and heal his wounds.

"Cas, are you God?" Dean asked, as he stands up, and Castiel smiles a little. "That's a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me and Ariel back. New and improved." He said as Ariel resurrects Bobby, who gasps and sits up. Dean looks down at the Horsemen's rings in his hands and grips them, tightly.

Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.

That night, Dean, Castiel, and Ariel were in the Impala. The men sat in the front seat, while Ariel was in the back.

"What are you two gonna do now?" Dean asked the angels. "Return to Heaven, I suppose." Castiel replied. "Heaven?" Dean asked, surprised. "With Michael in the Cage, we're sure it's total anarchy up there." Ariel said. "So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?" Dean asked her. "I like that. Yeah. I suppose I am." Ariel said. "Which would make Cas my Deputy." She said, smirking a bit before it disappears.

"Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you two are his bitches again." Dean said. "We don't know what God wants. We're not even sure if he'll even return. It just...seems like the right thing to do." Castiel explained while Ariel stares at Dean. "Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next." Dean growled and Ariel turns to Castiel.

"Cas, can Dean and I talk alone?" She asked and Castiel turns to her and she nods. Next thing, Cas was gone from the front passenger seat and Ariel occupies it. "Dean..." Ariel said while Dean glares at the road. "Look, I know you're angry..." She said. "That's an understatement." Dean muttered.

"But my Father helped. Maybe even more than we realize." Ariel said. "That's easy for you to say. He brought you and Cas back. But what about Sam? What about (y/n)? What about me? What about us, huh? Where's our grand prize? All we got is my brother in a hole!" Dean growled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "And I got two brothers in the hole as well." Ariel said, firmly, and Dean glances over at her before he looks back at the road.

"You're angry and you're hurting, I get it. Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel....they weren't perfect but they were my big brothers. I always looked up to them. Before Lucifer turned his back on Dad, everything was good...we were happy believe it or not. But then after Lucifer was put into the cage, everything was different. Felt like nobody could be trusted no more. And now Gabriel is dead, Michael and Lucifer are in the cage...Raphael is the only brother I have left but I'm sure he's angry that I interfered and probably won't speak to me." Ariel said as Dean listens but he continues to stay silent.

“Look, I know you’re upset, but this what you, Sam, and (y/n) fought for. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. Are you saying you would rather have peace over freedom now?” Ariel asked and Dean doesn’t respond. “Try to take comfort in the fact that you three saved billions of innocent lives. Doesn’t that make the sacrifice worth it?” She asked and Dean continues to stay quiet and ignores her question.

"Am I gonna get (y/n) back? If my prize is to face this world, I don't want to do it alone." Dean said and Ariel gives him a sympathetic look. "I have some things to take care of first and then I'll bring her back." Ariel said and Dean glares at her. "How much longer?" He growls, angrily, but Ariel doesn't respond. "You know what? Whatever you got to do, you got a couple of hours to finish it. (Y/n) has a safe house about that far out, so once I get there, she better be there." Dean said, threateningly, and Ariel stares at him then nods before she disappears. "You and Cas suck at saying goodbye." Dean grumbles as he looks back at the road, leaving Dean alone in the Impala with his thoughts for the first time in a long time.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I gasp and, quickly, sit up only to find myself in an old bedroom. I turn to sit on the edge of the bed and place my head against my hands as flashes of what happened comes to my mind. Then I hear the sounds of wings and look up to see Ariel, in her old vessel's body, standing by the doorway of the room.

"Ariel!" I said as I stand up. "D-Did we..?" I asked and she nods. "Lucifer and Michael are both in the cage." Ariel said and my heart drops. "So that means, Sam and Adam are...gone?" I asked and she gives me a sympathetic look before she nods. 

I choke out a sob, sit back down on the bed and place my hands over my face. I feel her hand on my shoulder and I look up at her, my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, (y/n)." Ariel said, apologetically, and I give a small nod then I look around.

"Where's Dean?" I asked her. "He should be here soon. He basically threatened me to bring you back here." Ariel said and I scoff out a laugh. "Sounds like him." I said.

"I wanted to say thank you for trusting me, (y/n), and helping with stopping Michael and Lucifer." Ariel said and I nod a bit. "You're welcome. I just wish Sam was here." I said and Ariel frowns at this. "So what are you and Cas gonna do?" I asked, changing the subject. "Well, as we told Dean, with Michael gone, we're gonna try and take control of the angels and be, as Dean said, Sheriffs' of the town." Ariel said.

I huffed out a laugh. "Sounds like a great premise of a TV show." I joked and she chuckles. She turns to me and gives me a motherly smile then said. "I better get going." She said and I stand up. "Will I ever see you or Cas again?" I asked her and she looks off to the side, thinking. "I hope so but if not, I will always be watching over you and Dean." Ariel said

Then she walks up to me and hugs me, I hug her back. "You've been a very good and dear friend to me, (y/n). I'll never forget you." She said and I smile. "Likewise." I said and we break the embrace and at that moment I hear the sounds of a familiar car engine. "You better go." Ariel said as the engine sounds stop and the sound of a car door opening and closing could be heard.

I go to the bedroom door and open it then I look behind me to see Ariel was gone. I frown a bit at this just as the front door opens. "(Y/n)?" I hear Dean calling out to me and I look ahead of me and give a small smile.

"Dean!" I called out as I run out of the room and towards the stairs. I make my way down the steps to see Dean at the bottom of the staircase and I jump off of the last step and leap into Dean's arms, who catches me and holds me tightly. Then he kisses my face, aggressively, while I let out a sob I didn't know was holding in.

I move my head to look at him then he goes to kiss me and I kiss him back. We break the kiss and lean our foreheads against each other. "For a moment I was scared I lost you." He whispered to me and I give a small smile. "I told you, you wouldn't." I said, chuckling, and he scoffs but gives me another kiss.

The next day, we go by Bobby's house and Bobby comes and hugs me. "So glad you're okay, (y/n)." He said as I hug him back. "Me too." I said as we pulls out of our hug then Bobby and Dean hug. Then after they break the hug, Bobby hands Dean a small box and Dean looks up at him, confused.

"Figured you two would need this." Bobby said and Dean opens it and I come up next to him and see that it was a diamond ring. "It was my wife's..." Bobby said as mine and Dean's dropped and we look up at him. "Bobby..." I said, softly. "We can't take this..." Dean said but Bobby shakes his head. "Nah, keep it. Consider it a gift from me." Bobby said and Dean and I share a look before Dean takes the ring out of the box.

"You sure, Bobby?" He asked him. "Yeah, I'm sure." Bobby said and Dean turns to me then takes my left hand and slides the ring on my ring finger. 

This is the last Dean, (y/n) and Bobby will see of each other for a very long time. And, for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a Rugaru outside of Dayton. But not Dean and (y/n). Dean didn't want Cas or Ariel to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do it. And neither is (y/n). Because they made a promise.

So, what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test...for Sam, Dean and (y/n). And I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well...isn't that kinda the whole point?

Weeks had gone by and we were able to fix up the safe house and make it more of a home. We had sold the other safehouses after I cleaned it up and made them more like a home and used the money to help fix up our home. We smiled at our accomplishment and I pick up a bag from the floor and I noticed something shining inside. 

Curious, I dig into the bag and grabbed the item. I pull it out of the bag and opened my hand to see that it was the amulet Dean used to wear but tossed it aside after Cas said it was useless on finding God. I frown at this as I run my thumb over the pendant as it reminded me of Sam a bit cause I remember Sam telling me how he gave Dean this amulet for Christmas.

"Whatcha got there?" Dean asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I jump, slightly, at this then turn to him and hold up the amulet. His smile disappears as his eyes widen in shock. "I threw that away...how did you..?" He asked and I sighed. "I picked it up, obviously." I chuckled as I walk up to him, jiggling the amulet.

"Why?" Dean asked and I look up at him. "Cas and Ariel said it was useless cause it didn't help them find God but, to me, it's not." I said as I stand in front of him. "It was always a part of you." I said and I hold the amulet up and he stands there looking at it then at me. 

"May I?" I asked him and he nods and I go to put the amulet on around his neck. He looks down at it and I smile. "Perfect." I said and I look up at him. "Now, he's always with us." I said and Dean furrows his brow but then realized that I was referring to Sam. 

He looks away for a moment and I frown then I place my hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and I turn his head to face me then he opens his eyes to me. "I know. I miss him too." I said and Dean nods, a tear drop rolls down his face, and I lean up and kiss him, gently, on the lips.

Once we break the kiss, we embraced each other and I lean my head against his chest and I start to think over everything we've been through. I always thought that I would die during a job by either a monster or a demon. But never in my life would I have thought that I would get to settle down, have a home and marry the man I love.

Now that I have this chance at the apple pie life, I’m not gonna let it go. I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep it. This curse over mine and Dean’s family line, ends with us. 

Sam sacrifice himself to give us this life and we’re going to cherish every second of it.

No doubt – endings are hard.

But then again...

nothing ever really ends, does it?

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[supernaturalfreakout]

A Chance Encounter

[History on Your Side—Chapter 1.] Sam Winchester x Reader

Chapter summary: Sam and Dean are stuck with their current case. Sam searches for leads and gets more than he bargained for. *Please see the masterlist for entire work summary and tags* Masterlist | Read on AO3

Frustration tainted the air of the bunker, radiating from the library walls. As the clock ticked past midnight, blue-white light mingled with the orange of the table lamps, bathing Sam's face in a steady glow as he hunched over his laptop, engrossed in a tireless search. Dean, meanwhile, paced the floor, book in hand. Each footstep reverberated inside his skull, adding to the collective headache. The brothers' current case—a woodland haunting across state—had led them down a dead-end, fueling their late-night study.

Sam furrowed his brow, silently mouthing as he read the contents of his latest webpage. "Dean…" he called, eyeing the screen in concentration. "Think I’ve found something… a Dr. Y/L/N at KU, Lawrence. Might be a long shot, but his research might tie in with our case."

Dean glanced up from his book with a raised eyebrow. "A doctor? How's he connected to our ghost problem?"

"Not a medical doctor, genius... A History PhD… His studies focus on historical folklore. There could be a link between the local legends and our haunting. It's worth a shot, right?"

"Okay, well..." Dean nodded, clapping his book shut. "It's the only lead we've got right now. Let's hit him up."

Sam danced his fingers across the keyboard, crafting a persuasive pitch in their email. "Alright, here goes nothing," he muttered, hitting 'send' with hopeful anticipation, his eyes strained, heavy. 

"Hey, we're not just any journalists," Dean interjected, reading over Sam's shoulder. "We're the duo that digs deep into untold stories. Our quest? Unveiling the hidden truths woven into the fabric of this town..."

Sam smirked at Dean's embellishments. "Right, 'cause nothing grabs a scholar's attention like a good ol' fashioned mystery. Hopefully, this Dr. Y/L/N will bite."

Dean chuckled, slapping his brother on the back. "Lighten up, Sammy. Who could resist the allure of two charming reporters like us?"

Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop with a yawn. "Sure, whatever. Let's just hope for a response. I'm off to get some shut-eye."

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The next day, after his morning run, Sam sat in the bunker's kitchen, opening his laptop to a reply in his inbox. Taking a sip of his coffee, he ran a hand through his hair, optimism growing with each word he read. 

"Dean!" he yelled, a spark of excitement coloring his voice. "Dean... We got a reply!"

Dean emerged from the hallway with a yawn and creased pajamas. He had only just got up—having medicated last night's headache with trash TV and beer. "Sup?"

“We've got a meeting... this afternoon." Sam rose an eyebrow, eyeing the screen with intrigue. "Dude seems pretty interested..."

Dean stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Great, well... better hit the road, I guess. But Sammy, we're grabbing grub on the way."

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After a few hours' drive—including a pit stop for food—the Winchesters arrived in Lawrence. Clad in their finest 'reporter' outfits, they paced the university corridors where they eventually located the history department. There, amidst the academic bustle, they requested to meet Dr. Y/L/N.

"Y/N!" the receptionist called, turning her head to the staff room behind her. "Your 3 o'clock is here!"

"Thanks Janice, I'll be right there!"

You emerged from the staff room carrying a large pot of coffee, your presence immediately capturing the attention of the brothers.

"Hey! You must be Tom and Jack. Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." You greeted them warmly, charm evident in your smile. "Come on in, take a seat… I hope you like coffee!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a surprised glance, momentarily taken aback as you beckoned them to follow you into a nearby office. You were not what they had expected, that's for sure.

"You're Dr. Y/L/N?" Sam asked, as you closed the door of the small room behind them.

"This is she," you said, sensing their unexpected reactions. "Is… there a problem?"

"No, no!" Sam reassured, trying to mask his surprise with a charming smile. "We just expected someone… older."

You smirked, taking a seat across from them behind the small desk. "And… with a penis?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Sam coughed, smiling awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by his sexist assumption, whilst Dean scratched his head, trying to think of a witty response.

"I'm just messing with you…” you teased, chuckling at their reactions. “I get that a lot. Anyway, how can I help? Your story sounds interesting…"

---

Over cups of coffee, the brothers tactfully explained their ‘research’ and the answers they were seeking.

“Hm, from what you’ve told me, the haunting sounds connected to an old legend rooted in the area…” You pulled out a book from your bookshelf, tracing your fingers over the weathered text. “Ah, here!” You placed it on the desk in front of them, gesturing to the page as you spoke. “This passage here... it speaks of spirits being tied to the ‘earthly realm’...”

The brothers listened intently, their focus on the information you provided, but Sam couldn’t help but feel uncharacteristically distracted, stealing small glances at you as you spoke. 

“According to the lore of the local tribe,” you continued, running a hand through your hair, “the spirit seeks ‘retribution for an ancient injustice.’”

Hm, interesting... Sam mused, darting another glance your way.

“Is there any way to stop it?” Dean leaned in slightly, urgency lacing his words. 

You straightened in your seat, taken aback by this new line of questioning. “What paper did you say you worked for again?”

“The Eureka Herald”, “The Wichita Eagle,” they replied in unison, gritting their teeth for blowing their cover.

You paused for a moment, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’re ghost chasers, aren’t you?” you asked, eyeing them with suspicion, leaning back in your chair. 

Sam and Dean shared a look, a mixture of surprise and caution in their eyes. 

“What makes you think that?” Dean asked, his posture more guarded, his tone casual, yet wary. 

You took a sip from your mug. “It’s not hard to put two and two together,” you said, trying to hide your smirk as the brothers faltered over their cover story. “Plus, you’re not the first ghost chasers I’ve encountered…”

Sam and Dean exchanged another glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They were used to keeping their true identity under wraps, and were surprised by your directness—your ability to see through their façade. But there was something about your demeanor that made them feel a level of trust…

“Okay, you got us,” Sam admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But we’re not exactly ‘ghost chasers’… we’re hunters.”

“Hunters?” you raised an eyebrow.

Dean nodded, his expression more serious. “We’re not the kind of hunters most people imagine... We’re here to make things right, to put spirits to rest, to protect people from the crap they don’t even know exist.”

You listened intently, shifting slightly as you processed their words. “So... you hunt the things that go bump in the night? And in this case, you’re here to put an ancient spirit to rest?”

“That’s the plan,” Dean confirmed. “So... think you can help us, or what?”

You hesitated, chewing on your lip as you considered their request. You’d known ghosts were real, yes, but, hunting them...? This was all new, and... exciting.

“Alright,” you relented, undeniably curious. “I’ll try my best to help, but promise you’ll respect the history, the people involved?”

Sam leaned in, interjecting your thoughts, gently. “We promise,” he affirmed, his tone earnest, as he looked into your eyes. “We’re not just seeking closure for the spirit, we’re aiming for closure for the tribe, too.”

You paused for a moment, your gaze softening as you regarded the younger brother with a newfound respect.

“Yeah, exactly,” Dean added, nodding towards his brother. “What he said...”

You took a deep breath, giving in to the excitement you couldn’t deny. “Okay then... let’s uncover the truth behind this thing.”

“Great!” Dean exclaimed, visibly relieved as he slapped his hands on the sides of his chair.

Sam smiled, silently mouthing a gentle “thank you” in your direction

You smiled back, but quickly averted your gaze, feeling a sudden blush rush into your cheeks. “Well,” you rose from your seat, trying your best to ignore whatever that was. “I’m afraid my office hours are over… I have to head back to work, but, I’ll be in touch.”

Sam stood, unconsciously mirroring your stance. “Yeah, yeah—of course.” He cleared his throat, reaching for the book on the table, directing you a gentle glance. “Would it be okay to take this?” 

“Yeah, sure... anything that will help. In fact... here... have these...”

“Thanks,” Sam smiled, as you passed him a few more books from your bookshelf.

“We’re staying at a motel just out of town for a few days,” Dean explained, handing you a scrap of paper with their contact details on it. “Let us know if you find anything.”

“Of course,” you said, glancing at the note in your hands. “Sam and Dean Winchester?” You swear their names sounded familiar...

“You can never be too careful in our line of work, lady,” Dean joked, as they finally introduced themselves properly.

As you walked them out of the department, Sam turned to you, shifting the pile of books under his arm. “See you soon, Dr Y/L/N, thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, Sam, but please, call me Y/N. I’ll never get used to being called Dr... it sounds waay too formal.”

Sam smiled, but quickly looked away as you returned his gaze, suddenly feeling rather warm.

“Right, let’s make a move.” Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder, snapping him out of his haze. “See ya later doc,” he saluted, turning to walk away, Sam by his side.

You chuckled as they left, your eyes lingering on the taller brother as they faded from your view, disappearing round the corner.

---

Back in the Impala, Dean turned towards his brother with a sly grin. "So, Sammy... You seem to have taken quite a liking to Dr. Y/L/N back there... not just interested in her research, huh?"

Sam's eyes widened, trying to mask his embarrassment. "What? No, Dean—it's not like that."

Dean chuckled, giving Sam a playful nudge. "Come on, man! I saw the way you were blushing back there. I've never seen you stumble over your words like that. Plus, you've been staring more than the ghost we're hunting."

"I... I wasn't stumbling, or staring!" Sam contested, despite knowing full well that his attempts to deny it only made it more obvious.

"Sure Sammy, whatever you say," Dean teased, enjoying every moment of his brother's discomfort.

Sam rolled his eyes, trying to play it off. "I was just being polite! She's knowledgeable and helpful, that's all."

"Uh-huh, sure… whatever helps you sleep at night… Bet you'll be dreaming of that helpfulness tonight, huh?" Dean smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I mean, she's hot... I'll give you that."

Sam groaned, realizing there was no getting out of this conversation. "Can we just focus on the case, please? We have a haunting to solve."

Dean laughed, giving his brother a playful punch on the arm. "Alright, alright, Mr. 'I-Don't-Have-A-Crush’. Let's get back to business..."

Despite his attempts to steer the conversation away, Sam couldn't shake off the heat rising to his cheeks, knowing full well Dean would continue to tease him for the rest of the day. But as they drove off to pursue the leads you had provided, he couldn't help but feel optimistic, wondering what might come of this partnership.

Chapter 2

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #ao3 fanfic #dean winchester #fanfic #history on your side #spn #x reader

[betterthanyalls]

Wssppp this is like uhh day 5 or 6? I really REALLY love this one. I am obsessed with Sammy i love him so much. He is so hot, I will go on a rant of him. My irl friends are annoyed with how much I talk abt him. Neways onwards!!!🫶🫶🫶🫶

Sammy Lawrence x Reader

Smell of pines

Published: 12-9-2023

Words: 674

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The ringing of the bell signaled someone entering the shop. Or two someones, should I say.

Chatting away, Y/n and her boyfriend, Sammy, walked into a local plant shop. It was Christmas season and Y/n had begged Sammy to come with her shopping for decor. And even though they have been together for what seemed like forever, which was only 3 years; Sammy still got flustered from her(Though he would never admit it).

When a break hit their conversation, Y/n took a deep breath of the floral life around her. Exhaling with a smile, she turned to Sammy.

“Do you smell that?”

Sammy inhaled through his nose for a second before exhaling immediately after. “Yeah, what about it?”

“What’s it smell like to you?” Y/n asked curiously, she always had a knack for wanting to know everything. And that knack of hers was multiplied tenfold when she started dating Sammy, she wanted to know everything about him. At first, this weirded Sammy out; but now it’s a second nature to tell Y/n anything she wanted to know. He loved that goofy smile she’d get when she learned something new.

So, putting on a teasing smile, Sammy said, “It smells like employees hating their lives.”

Y/n gave him the most impassive look she could muster.

“I was talking about the smell of pine trees.”

Sammy just shrugged and walked away from her, knowing she’d follow. “Same difference.”

“Wha- No it’s not! Pine is a much more nostalgic and happy smell rather than whatever ‘Employees hating their lives.’ smells like!” Y/n chased after her boyfriend.

Once she found him, the two went back to the most random topics that came along the way. After shopping for a bit, Y/n picked out a nice looking wreath. Whereas, unbeknownst to Y/n, Sammy bought a mistletoe and had a plan.

Finally leaving the store, the two got into their shared car; with Y/n in the passenger and Sammy driving, he didn’t trust her driving skills after she almost ran off the road and then accidently whipped the car with people behind them.

Sammy began to drive to their shared apartment. On the way, Y/n turned on the radio and Christmas music flooded the car. As the previous song ended, one of Y/n and Sammy’s favorites came on and the two immediately began to sing along to the duet.

“I really can’t stay…”

“Baby it’s cold outside.”

“I’ve got to go away…”

“Baby it’s cold outside.”

“This evening has been…”

“Hoping that you’d drop by.”

“So…very nice.”

“I’ll take your hands, they're just like ice.”

The two sang on and on until the song ended, arriving home right on time too. Sammy drove the car to the apartment parking lot and put it in park.

While Y/n was turned in her seat to get the wreath from the back seats, Sammy hung the mistletoe on the rearview mirror.

When Y/n turned back, she saw the mistletoe hanging up. She looked over to Sammy, about to ask where the mistletoe came from. But before she could, she was cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips meeting her cold, chapped ones.

Even though they have kissed countless times before, Y/n couldn’t help but become flustered and thoughtless each time Sammy kissed her. Even a small forehead peck could get her to smile and giggle like a schoolgirl.

Slowly, the kiss broke, giving the two lovebirds some air. Sammy leaned away from her, watching for her reaction. She always made him smile with her reactions to his kisses.

Y/n’s face was firetruck red, she was burning up so much that she thought she had a fever.

Not being able to form words, she simply looked away from Sammy and stared at the windshield in front of her.

Sammy merely laughed at her flustered expression.

Little did they know, the universe had intertwined Sammy and Y/n’s hearts so that they may be together forever.

#x reader #fluff #reader x sammy lawrence #sammy lawrence #batim x reader

[glamoureddreamer]

Memories 

Bendy and the ink machine (Sammy Lawrence x Reader)

Warnings: blood/gore, violence (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Thank you everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great night!

(Y/n) wanders the upper halls, listening to every small noise. The rustle of papers- freeze, the creaking of wood- stop.

Drips echoed through the halls, from the ink and her open wound. She was looking for supplies and didn’t see the lost one. It had got her good.

Thankfully she wasn’t far from the music department, inside the music department was the medical station. Hopefully, it would have something to at least stop the bleeding.

She holds onto the wall using it to balance herself, fuck a wound on your stomach was annoying. It felt like she couldn’t walk, though she pushed through and walked up the stairs. She was determined not to die.

She enters the music department the lights were on low making it harder to see. She stumbles her way toward the medical station.

She holds onto a desk rummaging through it, trying to search for a bandage. Once she finds a nice big roll she smiles. She grabs it shakily and closes the drawer. She finds a chair and drops into it, she nearly fell over. She pulled up her shirt and examined the cut.

Thankfully it wasn’t that large but it was just deep enough to cause problems. She messily wraps the bandage around her stomach. She made it as tight as she could, which hurt a lot more than she thought it would.

She stays there for a moment relaxing. She takes deep breaths trying to ease the pain. After a while she stood up, the bandage did help.

She leaves the medical station and heads back to the stairs. She had originally planned to leave though, the upper levels were safer. Not to mention there were no doubt more resources and she had lost a lot to the lost one. She turns around and walks back into the music department.

She searches around for tools she could use. She opens a crate. It was a crate full of posters, she picks one up examining it. She opens it and freezes in her spot.

These posters were ones she had created. They were for the music department and the face of the music department himself, Samuel Lawrence. He looked happy on the front cover.

Though she knew him personally and he wasn’t happy often unless he was at home. However he was always nice and happy around her. Memories play through her mind of a better time. Sammy always walked her out to her car. How he always got nervous around her. Him yelling about the pipes and only (Y/n) was able to calm him. She sets the poster down and gave it a small sad smile.

She turns around to be face to face with a lost one. It jumps on her before she could prevent it. She cries out as it pushes on her open wound. It tried to attack her neck but she pushes its head away.

She tried kicking it but nothing worked. Ink drips onto her, she hoped it didn’t leak into her open wound but that was the least of her concern. Right as it drew closer from her arms getting weak, it froze screaming out in pain. Before it drips weakly on her body.

(Y/n) scrambles away from the body, she looks up at the cause of the lost one’s death. It was another lost one, though he held an axe with ink dripping from it. It also wore a bendy mask that was beaten up and covered in ink and dirt. It holds its hand out. She hesitated taking it. It had just saved her, surely it could be trusted. Once she did it helped her off the ground.

“Are you okay?” It asked, the voice sounded so familiar. Yet she couldn’t place it. She nods a little, and the lost one brushes his hand over her wound. She hisses in pain, he pulls his hand away immediately.

“Follow me I can take you somewhere safe.” The lost one helped lead her to a small office. It did look safe but it was also a mess, clearly living here wasn’t the best. Though it was better than nothing.

It sits her down on a makeshift cot. It grabs bandages from its own small storage as (Y/n) looks around the office still. It gently unravels the messily done bandages and slowly begins to replace them.

“Why are you helping me?” She asked quietly. It had been so quiet it felt as if she had to be quiet. The lost one looked up, the mask was a little unsettling but it saved her it is safe so she pushed it aside.

“Don’t you remember me?” It asked. She only tilted her head.

“I suppose I don’t look quite like my old self, it’s me, Samuel.”

(Y/n) felt her world freeze, she covered her mouth.

“Sammy?… Oh my god is it really you?” She asked tears coming to her eyes. Sammy chuckled and nods but before he could respond she pulls him into a tight hug.

She ignores the pain in her abdomen, shoving her face into his inky shoulder not caring.

“I missed you.” She said her voice wavering. Sammy hugs her rubbing her back.

“I missed you too (Y/n).”

#batim fanfiction #batim sammy #sammy lawrence #Samuel Lawrence #sammy lawrence x reader #batim fandom #batim fic #batim lost ones #batim x reader

[victoriafanfiction]

BATIM/BATDR x Female Reader

Ink Demon x Female Reader

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Title: Who Broke It?

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Audrey, Sammy, Henry, Alice, Boris and the Ink Demon are standing around a table.

Alice Angel: why is that thing here?

Alice gestures to the Ink Demon.

Audrey Drew: Y/N gathered us all here because she wanted to talk to us

Y/N then places a broken coffee machine on the table.

Y/N: okay, so who broke it?

Everyone stays silent.

Y/N: I’m not mad, I just want to know who broke it

Audrey Drew: I did, I broke it

Y/N: no, no, you didn’t

Y/N then looks at Sammy.

Y/N: Sammy?

Sammy Lawrence: don’t look at me, look at Henry

Henry Stein: what? I didn’t break it

Sammy Lawrence: huh, that’s weird....how did you even know it was broken?

Henry Stein: because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken

Sammy Lawrence: suspicious....

Henry Stein: no, it’s not

Boris then speaks up.

Boris The Wolf: if it matters, probably not but Alice was the last one to use it

Alice Angel: liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Boris The Wolf: oh really? then what were you doing by the coffee machine earlier?

Alice Angel: I use the wooden sticks to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that!

Audrey Drew: okay, okay, let’s not fight....I broke it so let me replace it Y/N

Y/N: nope, who broke it?

Henry Stein: well....the Ink Demon has been awfully quiet

Ink Demon: Oh ReAlLy!?

Chaos then erupts between the group while Y/N steps outside of the room.

Y/N: I broke it....it burnt my hand so I punched it

She thinks to herself briefly.

Y/N: I predict in 10 seconds that they’ll all be at each other’s throats....and I don’t like coffee

——————10 Seconds Later——————

The Ink Demon growls as he chases after Henry, Boris is hiding under the table and Alice has a tommy gun.

Sammy Lawrence: yes! my lord!

Sammy is on his knees praying to the Ink Demon.

Audrey Drew: Y/N! come get your husband! he’s about to rip Henry to shreds!

#BATIM #BATDR #X Female Reader

[psychopathseraphim]

sammy lawrence x selfharmer!reader

tw: extreme anger from sammy's end, self-inflicted harm, forceful revealing of scars

as sammy lawrence's assistant director, you really only have one job (because sammy tends to do everything on his own); to check on how the music plays alongside the film. during your first few days as an intern, you had some issues with syncing the music, but now that it's been a few months or so, this task has come naturally to you.

one day, however, tension within the studio was high, mainly because a short was destined to come out tomorrow (anytime tomorrow) and the music department was rushing to create songs for it. not to have a complex but you were extremely certain that it was only you and sammy that deserved a place in the credits, with how the other interns (including jack fain) failed to cooperate and contribute.

sammy was extremely on-edge that same evening, especially due to the sleep-deprivation catching up to him. desperately he wrote scores and edited notes to be performed and recorded by you both; you were somewhat afraid due to your knowledge about certain instruments being short and cut-off. you didn't want to press the man, especially not tonight.

however, after submitting a scene you synchronized the music to, sammy found out about a certain error- a song for an extremely crucial part was mixed up with another song. . . this angered sammy extremely, especially because he didn't necessarily have extra time on his hands to tweak it. feeling like his trust in you was misplaced, he called you over.

"(y/n), look at this. haven't we talked multiple times about this song being for this scene?!" his voice started to get louder as his anger continued to rise. "you have ONE thing to do, (y/n)! you're in the luckier end of the rope- try being in my shoes! if I were you, I wouldn't make a single mistake!"

somewhat scared, you grab onto the hem of your shirt and look down. nervously, you try to reason with him: "I-I'm sorry, there must have been an error in the syst-"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY ERRORS IN THE SYSTEM! who else is behind the system if not you?! God, you interns are useless." he spat back, his voice booming and echoing throughout the whole studio, probably letting other late-staying employees know that you were being yelled at. before you knew it, your eyes were glassy and filled with tears, and crying in front of your boss would be embarrassing. turning around and gathering the work you made a mistake on, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

self-harm was something you found comfort in, sad to say. you always kept a blade inside a mini-notepad you'd stuff inside your pocket; it yearned to be used when sammy was screaming at you. sitting inside of a bathroom stall, you sink to the ground, roll down your sleeves, and prepare your arms.

your arms were already littered with scars; old, new. . . it didn't matter because no one noticed. you weren't a little kid anymore, having your parents check your wrists to see if you were still doing the "bad thing". you were an adult and did whatever you want. . . so here you were, doing just that.

you idolized sammy, and being the cause of his frustration-

one cut.

how could you? as his assistant, you're supposed to help him-

two cuts.

not anger him. not make his stress worse-

three cuts.

by then, your wrists were dripping with blood that you made sure couldn't touch your sleeves. you wash your wrists, your blade, and exit the bathroom almost like nothing ever happened.

you were stressed, too, and you didn't need sammy to know about how you got rid of it. he'd find you weird and tell joey and the others about you. you could lose your job and get send to a hospital or a clinic. sammy could laugh at you; all up in your face, and send you off to find a better intern.

you didn't want to think of sammy like that, but you knew he acted exactly like that.

as you entered the music department office, you noticed that sammy didn't even lift his head to check on who entered. he's probably extremely annoyed of me, you come to think as you take your seat. for the next few moments, work goes on an usual, before sammy lifts his head to look at something in a shelf above you.

"(y/n)," he said, stern, but definitely calmer than the last time he spoke to you, "see that book up there? music theory is its name. get it for me now."

with no answer on your behalf, you stand up and reach for it. although you do grab it, your sleeve rides up and for a second, your raw, red-tinted scars are revealed to your boss, who has been staring at you this entire time.

trying to brush it off while praying to God he didn't see your scars, you hand him the book with your sleeve being held tightly by your fingers. some blood presses on your sleeve for a bit.

"here, sir," you said.

"... (y/n)- what was that?" he asked, his tone agitated once more which gave you a sense of fear once more.

"what was what, sir-"

"no, don't try to play it off like that, I'm being serious-" he grabs your wrists and forcefully pulls your sleeve back. with a gasp, you cover your scars on your wrist with your other hand. sammy, however, easily pulls it off to reveal scars and new cuts.

"(y/n)." he says angrily, "what the fuck is this?"

"I..." you're brought to tears once again with his tone of voice and the sense of fear you feel within you. please don't yell at me, or tell on me. I'm not weird, I promise, you think as if he could hear you. "I just... they're old..."

he inspects your new cuts and shakes his head with furrowed brows. "these are not old, (y/n). stop lying. tell me now- why would you do this?"

"the pressure, sir." you managed to say, praying to God sammy won't ridicule you or compare your stresses to his. "I didn't want to be the main cause of your frustrations. it's not as bad as it seems, I don't do that religiously... it's just a way to get rid of stress."

it's quiet for a bit, before sammy sighs, gets up off his chair, and walks off. he comes back shortly after holding a first aid kit, sits down, and grasps your wrist...gently, this time. he opens the first aid kit, grabs for a cotton ball coated with betadine, and places it on your cuts.

you wince first, expecting it to sting (as usual, whenever you'd cut yourself). sammy lets out a chuckle at this- "it's betadine, (y/n). it's not supposed to sting."

"oh. right." is all you utter out.

it's silence once more, and sammy breaks this once more- "(y/n), I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier- I really hope these cuts aren't as bad as you make it, though. I was irritated, that's all. I'm sorry." he continues on, "you're not useless- you're far from that. you're a good intern, and a better assistant."

these words make your heart flutter. perhaps there was more to idolizing sammy lawrence than you knew- than it was platonic. perhaps there was a bit of romance in it; something you'd never admit to him- ever.

the night ends with this, and you return home with treated cuts and a much better feeling within you.

the next day is the premiere of the newest bendy episode- that stupid dancing demon, the cause of all your stress. all of the staff members watch intensely; sammy watches for any musical errors, joey watches for any animation errors- that kind of thing.

fortunately, the episode ends without any errors spoken by the heads, and all of the staff members rejoice. two interns in the far back high-five, and joey returns to his office with a more relieved and happy expression on his face.

once everyone leaves for food and wine, sammy approaches you.

"(y/n), good job." he says with a rare smile on his mouth. "I knew you could do it. how are your cuts?"

"they're fine, sir." you respond. they were fine- alongside that, so were you.

#sammy lawrence x reader #sammy lawrence #bendy and the ink machine #i made this when i was tired #batim #batim x reader #bendy and the ink machine oneshots #batim oneshots #bendy and the ink machine x reader #joey drew studios #anger issues #angst to fluff #x reader #reader is a selfharmer #selfharming!reader #selfharm!reader

[neodracunyan]

Bendy and the Lucky Rabbit Book Cover Art

This is the book cover for the Batim x Male!Oswald the Lucky Rabbit!Reader story.

Plot: You are an animator for Drew Studios and you created a new character known as Oswald the Lucky Rabbit that will take the role as Bendina the Dancing Demoness' rival, but unfortunately your character didn't have a chance to make it into the silver screen as the face of Joey Drew Studios herself grew angry and vengeful against her own creator, Joey Drew and now everyone including Y/n, are trapped in the old animation studio and becoming toons and Ink demons by the effects of the ink from the Ink Machine with Y/n becoming his own creation as Oswald the Lucky Rabbit that soon became a powerful demonic entity due to his lucky streak and his newfound demon powers.

This has lead Y/n to become admired by most of the Lost Ones in the animation studio and soon formed a cult group that Y/n promised to his loyal followers and his right hand man and prophet, Sammy Lawrence that he will find the gate to freedom from this nightmarish world of Joey Drew Studios.

However, after getting attention from both Bendina the Dancing Demoness, (Female) Cartoon Cat and Kill Them All Felicia (Female Felix the Cat), he soon found himself some rivals that lead him to travel through the depths of the studio to put an end to Bendina's reign of terror once and for all.

WI Oswald Idle created by sonicexeartist567

#fandom #fanart #horror #creepypasta #cover art #bendy and the ink machine #male reader #reader insert #x male reader #oswald the lucky rabbit #oswald disney #comedy

[flickynightdarkness]

Comfort Characters Waves

(Wave 1)

Oggy (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Kirby

Meta Knight (Kirby)

ENA (Season 1)

Orbulon (Warioware)

Little Miss Shy (Little Miss)

Little Miss Sunshine (Little Miss)

Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

My Melody (Sanrio/Onegai My Melody)

Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Mr Quiet (Mr Men Show)

Chao (Sonic)

Cream (Sonic)

Orbot (Sonic)

Cubot (Sonic)

Zavok (Sonic)

Jaune (Spooky Month)

Skid (Spooky Month)

Robert (Spooky Month)

Rayman

Electracey (DHMIS)

Bread Mother (DHMIS)

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight/TNBA/Injustice 2)

Snatcher (Hat In Time)

MX (Mario.EXE)

Luigi (Mario)

Rosalina (Mario)

Boo (Mario)

Count Bleck (Mario)

Tippi (Mario)

SCP-049 (SCP)

SCP-999 (SCP)

Chudd Chudders (Skatoony)

Hex (FNF)

QT (FNF)

Nikusa (FNF)

Rascal (FNF)

Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Hypno (Pokèmon)

Jigglypuff (Pokémon)

Darkrai (Pokémon)

Soft BF (FNF: Soft)

Father (KND)

Monty Uno (KND)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Slender Man (Creepypasta)

Splendor Man (Creepypasta)

Lulu (Creepypasta)

Question (Justice League Unlimited)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Lost Silver (Poképasta)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

SpongeBob SquarePants

(Wave 2)

DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Eri (MHA)

Moxxie (Helluva Boss)

N (Murder Drones)

Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Bendy (BATDR)

X (BFB)

Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Toriel (Undertale)

Papyrus (Undertale)

Majin Sonic

Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead Show)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Bubble (BFDI)

(Wave 3)

Mushi Sanban (Kids Next Door)

Maurice (Kids Next Door)

Wall-E

EVE (Wall-E)

Miraitowa (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Grogu (Mandalorian)

Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Dingodile (Crash Bandicoot)

Aku Aku (Crash Bandicoot)

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Mr Shark (The Bad Guys)

Sarvente (FNF)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Hanazuki

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Robert Englund (Celebrity)

Charles Martinet (Celebrity)

(Wave 4)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use

Luther (Needlem0use)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Tsuyu Asui (MHA)

Ms Joke (MHA)

Curse (Sonic.EXE)

Zazz (Sonic)

Meggy (SMG4)

Meilin Lee (Turning Red)

Abby Park (Turning Red)

Scarecrow (BTAS/Arkham Asylum)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Mascot)

Red Guy (DHMIS)

Duck Guy (DHMIS)

Pusheen The Cat

Sun (FNAF)

Spot The Dog

Pump (Spooky Month)

Shirousa (Sugarbunnies)

Kurousa (Sugarbunnies)

Strawberryusa (Sugarbunnies)

Blueberryusa (Sugarbunnies)

Pandausa (Sugarbunnies)

Momousa (Sugarbunnies)

Balletusa (Sugarbunnies)

Primausa (Sugarbunnies)

Vanilla (Sugarbunnies)

Aousa (Sugarbunnies)

Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

EteleD (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Hog (Sonic.EXE)

Lord X (Sonic.EXE)

Hypno (Poképasta)

Charles Calvin (Henry Stickmin)

Lani-Loli (Crash Bandicoot)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)

Snorky (Banana Splits)

Perrito (Puss In Boots)

King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Reginald Copperbottom (Henry Stickmin)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Collin (Helluva Boss)

Jaiden Animations (YouTuber)

Harry Hill (Celebrity)

(Wave 5)

Poppet (Moshi Monsters)

Baby Rox (Moshi Monsters)

Capt Squirk (Moshi Monsters)

Eevee (Pokémon)

Iris (Pokémon)

Alice (Pokémon)

Alicia (Pokémon)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Gary (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

White Hat (Villainous)

505 (Villainous)

Moon Knight

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Tari (SMG4)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Dawko (YouTuber)

CookieSwirlC (YouTuber)

(Wave 6)

Candy Cat (Poppy Playtime)

Humf

Napstablook (Undertale)

Bow/Bot (Inanimate Insanity)

MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Monika (DDLC)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Numbuh 5 (KND)

Tabi (FNF)

Girlfriend (FNF)

Lightbulb (Inanimate Insanity)

Y (Alphabet Lore)

Slinky (Toy Story)

Jessie (Toy Story)

Cake (BFB)

Sylveon (Pokémon)

Mario

Holly (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Scarecrow (Brave and The Bold)

King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Tails Doll (Sonic)

Sonic (Sonic Movie)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Trixie (Toy Story)

Amethyst (Steven Universe)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Gingy (Shrek)

F (Alphabet Lore)

Mr Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Tuffy (Tom & Jerry)

Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Kasane Teto (Vocaloid)

Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid)

Boris (BATIM)

Tails (Sonic)

Kissy (Moshi Monsters)

atsuover (YouTuber)

Rageminer (YouTuber)

Tom Kenny (Celebrity)

(Wave 7)

Lilo (Lilo & Stitch)

Stitch (Lilo & Stitch)

Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Vector (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Jeepers (Moshi Monsters)

Garnet (Steven Universe)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Pichu (Pokémon)

Roy (ROY Series)

Garcello (FNF)

Annie (FNF)

Manaphy (Pokémon)

Jirachi (Pokémon)

Felix (Wreck It Ralph)

Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

Puss In Boots

Three Diablos (Puss In Boots)

Giulia (Luca)

Pearl (Steven Universe)

Lesley (DHMIS)

Bonnie (Toy Story)

Nicky Tate (YouTuber)

WolfyChu (YouTuber)

(Wave 8)

Boyfriend (FNF)

Tord (Eddsworld)

Matt (Eddsworld)

Matilda (Eddsworld)

Shishi (Moshi Monsters)

Slushi (Chikn Nuggit)

Chris (FNF)

Timmy & Tommy (Animal Crossing)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

P (Alphabet Lore)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Winner (BFB/TPOT)

Mio Mao

Rover (Animal Crossing)

Woolly & Tig

Sleepypaws (Moshi Monsters)

Streber (Spooky Month)

Sunday (FNF)

Moomintroll (Moomin)

Yoshi (Mario)

Moominmamma (Moomin)

Po (Teletubbies)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Anya (Spy X Family)

Paintbrush (Inanimate Insanity)

Toothless (HTTYD)

Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Katie Ryan (YouTuber)

Rosanna Pansino (YouTuber)

Odie (Garfield)

(Wave 9)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Torchic (Pokémon)

Dwebble (Pokémon)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Mirabel Madrigal (Encanto)

Funtime Freddy (FNAF)

Foxy (FNAF)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Snorkmaiden (Moomin)

Numbuh 3 (KND)

Wednesday (Wednesday Series)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Apple Bloom (My Little Pony)

Patrick (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

(Wave 10)

Enid Sinclair (Wednesday)

Pocoyo

King (Owl House)

Mickey Mouse (Mickey & Friends)

Minnie Mouse (Mickey & Friends)

Sulley (Monsters Inc)

Timmy (Timmy Time)

Mittens (Timmy Time)

Otus (Timmy Time)

Hades (Hercules)

Jafar (Aladdin)

Iago (Aladdin)

Chowder (Chowder Series)

Mung Daal (Chowder Series)

Toga Himiko (MHA)

Mirio Togata (MHA)

Pink Hemka (Hanazuki)

Yellow Hemka (Hanazuki)

Captain N (Captain N The Game Master)

Luigi (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Mario (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Solazar (FNF)

Emily Elephant (Peppa Pig)

Zuzu & Zaza Zebra (Peppa Pig)

NormalCD (Sonic.EXE)

Fleegle (Banana Splits)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Jack Sparrow (POTC)

Hector Barbossa (POTC)

Lammy (Happy Tree Friends)

Garfield

Sam & Max

Milk Bud (Shopkins)

Donatina (Shopkins)

Jessicake (Shopkins)

Apple Blossom (Shopkins)

Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

Jack O Lantern (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Asriel (Undertale)

Simon Belmont (Captain N The Game Master)

SMG4 (YouTuber)

Greg Eagles (Celebrity)

Joey D'Auria (Celebrity)

Mark Hamill (Celebrity)

(Wave 11)

Mike (Monsters Inc)

Moony (ENA)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

Red Hood (Injustice 2)

Nezuko (Demon Slayer)

Davy Jones (POTC)

Tails (AOSTH)

Dr Krankcase (Skylanders)

Tessa (Skylanders)

Mags (Skylanders)

Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)

Adorabat (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Nerris (Camp Camp)

Nikki (Camp Camp)

Mr Stitchy (PIGGY)

Orange (RAINBOW FRIENDS)

Screech (DOORS)

Seek (DOORS)

Tricky (Madness Combat)

Hank J Wimbleton (Madness Combat)

Sanford (Madness Combat)

Deimos (Madness Combat)

Zoey (Total Drama)

Mike (+ Svetlana, Manitoba Smith, Mal) (Total Drama)

Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

Abbey Bominable (Monster High)

Catty Noir (Monster High)

Discord (My Little Pony)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony)

Princess Celestia (My Little Pony)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Evil Queen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Onion Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Frost Queen Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Clover Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Granny Smith (My Little Pony)

Dracalaura (Monster High)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Madeline Hatter (Ever After High)

Kitty Cheshire (Ever After High)

Mao Mao (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Marvin The Martian (Looney Tunes)

Leonard Mudbeard (Angry Birds)

Courtney (Angry Birds)

Tankman (Tankmen Series)

Pixie (Pixie & Brutus Series)

Victor Creel (Stranger Things)

Melody (Little Mermaid)

Maggie Simpson (Simpsons)

Bart Simpson (Simpsons)

Krusty The Clown (Simpsons)

June Bellamy (Simpsons)

Joe Swanson (Family Guy)

Charles Dupont (Criminal Case)

Agatha (Dark Deception)

Penny (Amazing World Of Gumball)

Kedamono (Popee The Performer)

Richard Horvitz (Celebrity)

(Wave 12)

Wallace (Wallace & Gromit)

Skeletor (He-Man)

Margaret The Mole (Andy's Apple Farm)

Alya Cesaire (Miraculous Ladybug)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Ered (Camp Camp)

Buncho Bananas (Shopkins)

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Colin The Computer (DHMIS)

Rainbow Quartz (Steven Universe)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Greg (Steven Universe)

Ashley Nichols Art (YouTuber)

(Wave 13)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Komi (Komi Can't Communicate)

Momo Yaoyorozu (MHA)

Eijirou Kirishima (MHA)

Peni Parker (Into The Spider Verse)

Crystal Winter (Ever After High)

Emily (Thomas The Tank Engine(Model)

Hermione (Harry Potter)

Riddler (The Batman Series)

Joker (The Batman Series)

Bunny Blanc (Ever After High)

Lizzie Hearts (Ever After High)

Inko Midoriya (MHA)

Green Arrow (Injustice 2)

Faline (Bambi)

Emolga (Pokémon)

Axew (Pokémon)

John (Spooky Month)

Claire (Prof Layton)

Sr Pelo (YouTuber)

(Wave 14)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Karen (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Nigel (Wild Thornberrys)

Ralsei (Deltarune)

Tails (Sonic Movie)

Tweety (Looney Tunes)

Bjorn (Peggle Deluxe)

Splork (Peggle Deluxe)

Kat Tut (Peggle Deluxe)

Demencia (Villainous)

Paimon (Helluva Boss)

Claude Frollo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Mettaton (Undertale)

(Wave 15)

Hugo, Victor & Laverne (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Lumiere (Beauty & The Beast)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Klaus (American Dad)

Panda (We Bare Bears/We Baby Bears)

Chloe (We Bare Bears)

Peach (Mario)

Daisy (Mario)

Pinocchio (Pinocchio(1940s)

Gideon (Pinocchio(1940s)

Tigger (Winnie The Pooh)

Dr Eggman (Sonic)

NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

(Wave 16)

Mog (Meg & Mog)

Owl (Meg & Mog)

Eda Clawthorne (Owl House)

Kronk (Emperor's New Groove)

Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)

Goofy (Mickey Mouse)

Charlie (Smiling Friends)

Timmy (Shaun The Sheep)

Trixie & Captain Cuddlepuss (Creature Comforts)

Peep (Peep and The Big Wide World)

Piplup (Pokémon)

Rayman (Captain Laserhawk)

Willow (Owl House)

Collector (Owl House)

Lilith Clawthorne (Owl House)

(Wave 17)

Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Rocky (Chicken Run)

Shaun The Sheep

Betina (Rayman The Animated Series)

Flips (Rayman The Animated Series)

Figaro (Pinocchio(1940s)

Melony (SMG4)

REU Music Channel (YouTuber)

Ochaco Uraraka (MHA)

Vigilante (Pizza Tower)

(Wave 18)

Cheezborger (Chikn Nuggit)

Little Miss Giggles (Mr Men Show)

Cream Puff Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Lucy Loud (Loud House)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Esmeralda (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Stolas (Helluva Boss)

Rita (Flushed Away)

Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

Light Blue Hemka (Hanazuki)

Diane Foxington (The Bad Guys)

Master Crane (Kung Fu Panda)

Grizzly (We Baby Bears)

King of creepypasta (YouTuber)

(Wave 19)

Polterpup (Luigi's Mansion)

Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Quasimodo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Eric Duckman (Duckman)

Toad (Mario)

Ochaco Uraraka (MHA)

Shota Aizawa (MHA)

Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Lila (Spooky Month)

Ordinary Woman (MHA)

Chichi (Dragon Ball Z)

Kota Izumi (MHA)

(Wave 20)

#multifandom #friday night funkin #spongebob squarepants #super mario #sonic the hedgehog #doki doki literature club #fnf lullaby #smiling friends #rayman #my hero academia #sonic the hedghog movie #mao mao heroes of pure heart #pokepasta #spooky month #happy tree friends #ena #komi can't communicate #cookie run kingdom #moshi monsters #owl house #crash bandicoot #my little pony #animal crossing #eddsworld #chikn nuggit #wii deleted you #henry stickmin #sanrio #kirby #comfort characters

[dot-cant-write]

A Different Chord - Sammy Lawrence x Reader (Part Eight)

I apologize. I know. I’m sorry, this chapter is Not Good but the next one is a little better. It’s already mostly written I just didn’t know how to write to get there.

“Wally?” You asked, peeking your head into the Art Department. You’d been searching for the janitor all afternoon after your talk with Sammy. It was nearly closing time and you still hadn’t seen him.

Finally, you made your way to Story. Lo and behold, Wally Franks was cleaning up in the middle of the room. Two employees- both around your age -walked past you and down the hall. You heard them discussing something about ink and a machine in hushed voices. “Keep asking questions, Buddy,” the girl with cat-eye glasses told the other.

You moved forward into Storyboarding. “Wally, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. The weirdest thing happened-“

Wally immediately perked up. “Oh yeah? Spill the beans, (Y/N).”

You explained what happened in Sammy’s office. Wally let out a low whistle.

“Did ya consider that he likes you? What have I been sayin’ this whole time?”

“Wally! This isn’t something he does. He’s been giving me lessons for almost a year now, and I have never seen him act this way.”

Wally tapped his chin thoughtfully. He the shrugged. “Dunno, but we should find out.”

You rolled your eyes. “Duh, Wally, that’s what I was getting at.”

Your best friend grinned innocently. “Of course it was, heh. So… Go find him an ask what’s going on!”

“You just want me to walk up and ask? After what happened?”

“Yeah?”

“…Fine. But I’m waiting until Monday.”

Wally shrugged. “Fair enough I guess.”

You gave Wally a strained smile, but had a dreadful feeling that your talk with Sammy wasn’t going to go very well.

————————————————————————

Sammy’s POV:

Sammy Lawrence wasn’t feeling very good. It might’ve been the ink he drank, but, y’know, it happens.

But he was feeling so sick, he had to cancel the last recording session of the afternoon.

Now, he was locked in his sanctuary- every artist needs one, after all. But right now, he wasn’t using it to get work done in some peace and quiet. Instead, he was hoping that no one could hear the sounds of him retching through the walls.

His wastebasket hugged close to his chest, the composer puked again. Black ink.

Sammy wiped his mouth with his sleeve, feeling nauseous. But a longing feeling inside him grew. Maybe- maybe he just needed more. Maybe then he’d feel better.

He hastily reached for the ink well sitting on his desk, praying to anyone that would listen that this would make him feel better.

…

It didn’t. His body was rejecting the toxic substance, and yet something kept making him drink the ink. It wasn’t a good weekend for him.

On Monday morning, he looked awful and felt worse. He got to Joey Drew Studios early, hoping he could get some sleep. He did not.

#sammy lawrence x reader #sammy lawrence #batim #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #bendy and the dark revival

[suicidemousesquad]

Lost in Ink.

A Ink! Sammy Lawrence x reader

Y/n Your first name

L/N your last name

S/O your age

H/l Hair length

H/C hair color

Reader is Gender Neutral

Contains:Fluff, Blood, Violence, Worshipping, Fighting. Curssing.

Chapter One.

Y/N was a S/O aged girl with H/L, H, C hair. Y/N has abusive step parents. Y/N's Dad was killed in a car accident. Y/N's mom was not able to take care of Y/N. Y/N's new parents always hurt her or him. Y/N's Step dad would always get drunk and yell at Y/N. Y/N's step mom would just stand back laughing.

(Y/N's Pov).

Why is it always me? (Sobs) first my dad dies in a car accident and then my mother wasn't able to take care of me with the little amount of money she has. (Cries harder) now I'm stuck with my new step parents because they had adopted me. I wish my dad never died in the car crash.

(End of Y/N's Pov)

(Y/N's Step mother Pov)

That damn kid is the worst kid anyone could have.I always let my husband beat on her/him. If Y/N's previous care takers would have been more responsible then this would have never happened.

(End of Y/N's step mother Pov).

Y/N's step parents were going out on a date today at 3:00pm so Y/N is exited for them to leave. You texted your uncle Henery to see how he was doing but he never responded. Your step parents said that Joey had sent him a letter and asked Henery to celebrate back to the old animation studio. You used to know Sammy back when Henery took you to work with him. You would always hand out with Norman. Norman treated you very well he even showed you how to work a projector. One day a Ink pipe bursted in the music department.

(Sammy's Pov)

These Damn pipes I'm going to lose it. That's the third time this week I've had an ink pipe burst in the music department. I slammed the door to the music department open and Norman and a girl/boy was with him by the projector. Norman came down to see what was wrong and I had explained to him that another Ink pipe bursted in my music department. I'm on my way to Joey's office right now.

(End of Sammy's Pov).

(Normans Pov).

I was teaching Y/N more about how to work a projector and the next thing I know Sammy slams open the door to the music room and he looks super pissed. He started to stomp out of the music department and I asked him what happened and he told me that another ink pipe had bursted in his department.

(End of Normans Pov).

(This is a picture of Sammy's human version. I do not own the image all credit to the original creator. 😁)

(Y/N's Pov)

I saw a tall muscular man with blond hair come storming out of the music department covered in Ink. You looked at the man he seemed to notice you staring at hi because he returned the favor. Why are you staring at me asked Sammy. "Well I'm sorry sir I just got off guard plus I couldn't help but notice you have ink all over you". *Sammy then rolled his eyes and continued to look directly at you*. Uhmm what exactly is your name? The tall man looked at you and gave off a small smile even though he was really pissed off. *My name is Sammy Lawrence Band director I run the music department*. "Ohh cool my names Y/N L/N.

(End of Y/N's Pov)

Sammy then marched out of the music department and the projector room past his sanctuary and continued to storm down the halfway to Joey Drew's office. (After Sammy and Joey fought lol because I hate Joey and I'm running out of time to write this.)

End of flashback.

You then Noticed that your stepbparents are getting ready to leave and they told you you have to stay home.

Stay tuned for the next chapter see you guys, girls and non-Bionary readers later. Love you all no homo though.

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Everybody Hates Hitler: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Henry died to protect whatever was inside the box, and it's your responsibility to figure out where the key leads. It's a key that unlocks something, and after extensive research, Sam figured out just what this key unlocks. There is a Men of Letters Bunker that is hidden away with the only access being with the key.

You're not sure what you're expecting the place to look like, but when Dean arrives, you're shocked at how big the place is. There is an industrial sized building with the front entrance on the side of some rocks. This place resides in Lebanon, Kansas, and you're not sure why you haven't come across this before. You and the Winchesters were born and raised in Lawrence, Kansas which is only a three hour drive from here.

Still, this whole massive place is left to you three to make it your own home.

Joanna walks beside you and holds your hand as you three approach the small door hidden on the side of some rocks. The Bunker appears to be a two-story building above ground level, so why is this still hidden? There doesn't seem to be any damage caused by bored teenagers trying to vandalize a place, so what makes this place so special?

"When's the last time somebody was in this place?" Dean asks.

"Sixty-five, seventy years ago."

Dean opens the intricate box and removes the only key that unlocks the place. You three walk down the very short flight of stairs that lead to the front door. Dean uses the key to unlock the door, and you head inside. It's very dark and musty, but that's to be expected for a place that hasn't had occupants since the fifties. Sam and Dean take out their flashlights to see, but you use your magic to create a soft blue glow around you to light your way.

You're on a metal landing that is attached to metal stairs leading down into the lower level. There is 1950s-style communications equipment everywhere. You leave Joanna with her father as you descend down the stairs, carefully looking at everything there is to offer.

"Look at this. Ham radio, telegraph, and a switchboard. This was their nerve center," you gasp.

"Henry did say that they ran dispatch on their own team of hunters."

You see an electric box that when opened reveals switches that may power on this Bunker. You shove the biggest lever in the on position, causing all the lights to turn on. The entire Bunker is on display for you to see, and you're amazed at what you see.

"Son of a bitch," Sam laughs.

The room you're in has a table with a map of the world on top of it. Dean picks up Joanna and heads downstairs with Sam to join you. You three walk into the next room where there is a massive library with tables, chairs, and little trinkets such as swords and other awards to display.

"Sammy, Y/N, I think we found the Bat Cave," Dean says with a grin. Seeing this entire Bunker to yourselves brings tears to your eyes that don't go unnoticed by your husband. "What's wrong?"

"We finally have a home," you sniffle.

You want to go exploring this unknown Bunker, so you let Joanna stay with Dean and Sam while you went off on your own. The first room you explore is the room right above the metal staircase. It kind of looks like a war room, if you're being honest, so that's what you're going to call it. The walls are decorated in Art Deco style with wall sconces and metalwork decorations. The frieze around the walls contains hidden symbols, sigils, and Devil's traps. At every doorway, there is a symbol which you'd assume would be the next line of defense if a demon breaks in.

Next is the library where Sam is geeking out. The library walls are covered with bookcases and filing cabinets containing many files collected over centuries. You can only imagine the kind of information that has been collected over the centuries here. At the end of the library is an alcove housing a large telescope. You're not sure of the purpose of it, but you're excited to find out.

Much of the furniture and decor are from past decades it seems. There are vinyl records and a functional record player. Upon further exploration, the bunker also has a shooting range, complete with three targets, a very large kitchen, and what seems to be an infirmary. The bunker includes a garage that houses a number of vehicles such as cars and a few motorcycles. The cars are all classic cars since the Bunker was founded in the fifties, so all of them are brand new and completely gorgeous. The bunker also has an electrical room which manages the controls to large parts of the building.

The infirmary is located behind the metal staircase, and it's filled with antique medical supplies, hospital cots, a gurney, operating tables, and even a morgue. The Bunker is also equipped with a full functional gym, complete with weights and vintage boxing equipment. It has a luxury bathroom with a bathtub, medicine cabinets, a nearby shower, two sinks, tables, a rack filled with bathrobes, towels, and various assortments of bath salts, lotions, and hair products. There is a laundry room with a 1941 Bendix Automatic Washer and what appears to be a Kenmore Gold Seal Roll-a-Press mangle.

This is something you can't believe is actually happening. You have a place where you can call home. This can be where you're based out of, which means you can look for schools around this Bunker for Joanna to go to once she is old enough for kindergarten. It's going to be a challenge trying to get her to and from school every day while hunting, but you're going to make it work.

You need her to have an education, and that is something you won't argue about. She is going to go to school until her senior year of high school, and then if she wants to become a hunter after that or go to college, then she has the right to make that decision. Same goes for Maryann and Robert.

Dean and Joanna are looking at the bedrooms to see which one she wants as her own bedroom, and she couldn't be more excited. She runs into a room she is claiming as her own, and you and Dean stay out in the hallway with smiles on your faces. Zeus has been exploring as much as he can as well, but always sticking with Joanna.

"Are you happy?" Dean asks you.

"Very much so. This is a great place to grow our family. If she wants this room, then the twins' nurseries should be right across from her. Maybe we could put a door on the wall that's separating the two rooms. They can be adjacent rooms. What do you think?"

"I think that's a great idea," he grins, pulling you in and kissing you.

Week One

Sam and Dean already started working on the twins' nurseries while you were left to explore on your own some more. You can't help but think about what Henry said about the Sapphire Witch and how you are practically one. You've never heard of that kind of witch before, so you want to see if the Men of Letters have gathered information on her.

It took some time, but you managed to find a book all about the Sapphire Witch. It's not so much a book but a journal that seems to have been passed down from witch to witch. It's a book with generations of women writing in it and documenting the kinds of things happening to them.

You turn to the first page and begin reading.

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