#spn x far cry new dawn

[ms-rampage]

New Dawn: New Horizons Chapter 12 - Father, Daughter Bonding Time

Warnings: Some language 

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: While the others are planning revenge on the Twins. Daenerys and Gabriel have a father, daughter bonding day. 

Guest OCs: Just the usuals 

Guest Characters: Joseph Seed [in a flashback] Ethan Seed [in a flashback]

A/N: A HUGE thank you to @athenalillystar for writing this chapter and the next 2 chapters when I was unable to 😭😭💕💕💕. As always Captain is gender neutral. They/Their/Them pronouns. THIS IS A Supernatural and Far Cry: New Dawn crossover!!!

Taglist: @mrsladydiana @wargames94 @maybeitslizzy @heyyitsbeckie @rabbitsoldier @vicki-the-sinner

9 years earlier. March 2026

“Come on Dany” Gabriel tells 6 year old Daenerys. They go on a hike near the compound, just the two of them. The kids aren’t allowed to leave outside the compound unless they are accompanied by an adult. Gabriel being an adult, and a former Archangel.

“I’m coming daddy!” she says, jumping from one rock to another. Not being able to see past the tall grass because of how small she is. 

6/7 years old, and is 4’4, weighing around 75Ibs. Pretty small, or average for an 8 year old girl.  He reaches out for her to hold his hand, they walk through the grass, and he shows her around the area. 

The very bright blue water, the pinkish, purple flowers that Dany loves to make flower crowns out of. The radiation might have killed everything, but it made all the flowers bloom beautifully, making the Earth reborned again. 

They’re standing near the edge of the water, showing his young daughter how to fish. Looking from the colorful bloomed scenery towards the dead, radiation of Hope County that his father destroyed. Kate actually showed him how to do that, and he’s now showing her. 

Casting a line into the water, hopefully to catch some fish. “Like this” he tells her, casting the line out into the water. 

He brings the line back a little, he has Daenerys standing in front of him as he holds the fishing line. After a few moments, the line is tugged on, and he reels the line in. The fish is putting up a fight. 

“We caught one” he mutters, bringing the line. He’s able to bring up out of the water, the fish wiggles around on the line, making her laugh. He drops it in the ice chest, catching dinner for that evening. 

“Dany” he mutters, “Hold my hand”. She reaches out and holds his hand, making sure she is close to him. Joseph stares at him and the young girl for a second.

They continue to fish for another hour, when they catch enough fish for everyone at the compound, they walk back towards their home. Off in the distance they see some people dressed like they belong to the Stone Age Era of humanity. Gabriel sees three figures, two men and one young boy, a little older than Daenerys, maybe around 12-13 years old. One of the men he recognizes as Joseph Seed. He looks over at her, and she’s collecting flowers as she walks.

****

He immediately recognizes the young girl, as he met her once a few years earlier when she was playing by herself in the forest. Joseph has aged a lot, if that young boy is his son. Then where was he several years ago?. When Mandy was "married" to him? When Kate, his wife, Gabriel’s wife was with John, and when Paige was kidnapped by Jacob?. They walk past them, Gabe doesn’t show them any acknowledgement, nor any sign of wanting to have a conversation with them.  

The next morning after their 2nd encounter with the Twins, Paige and Kate keep a close eye on their kids.

They had one near death scare, and they didn’t want there to be another. So they keep the kids at the compound. They were only allowed to leave if one of the adults went with them. 

Cristina is in her bathroom, cleaning the wound on her forehead, disinfecting the gash. Cleaning up the dry blood. 

As she’s cleaning up the mess on her head, she gets jumpscared by Lucifer. 

“Good morning to you!” he singfully says to her, popping up behind her from out of nowhere.  

She drops the rubbing alcohol onto the floor, making it spill onto the bathroom rug. 

“What the fuck?!” she mutters, annoyed. Forgetting that the family compound has several celestial beings running around including one that she thought was her uncle.

“What is it Luci??” she asks him, picking up the bottle and cleaning up the mess. 

“Umm what?” he asks, tilting his head. She looks up at him confused, “What??”. 

He scoffs, “My name is Lucifer” he corrects her. Crossing his arms. She exits the bathroom, and sits down on a chair putting on her boots. “My mom calls you Luci” she tells him with a soft smile on her face.

He scoffs again, leaning against a bookshelf. “You’re too much like her”. Cristina shrugs, “Yup, and I’m sure, me looking like my mother is complete Hell for you”. 

Lucifer rolls his eyes, “Nah, I know Hell. That ain’t my Hell”. She looks up at him, “What is your personal Hell??”. He looks up at the ceiling, thinking about what his ideal personal Hell is. “That’s a good question”. He leans off the bookshelf and walks around her room.

“My personal Hell would be, I don’t know. Locked in the cage” he mutters. She narrows her eyes at the Archangel, “Locked in a cage??”. He brushes it off, forgetting that he told her “Ehh it’s nothing. Forget about it”. 

****

Eyebrows raised, “Umm okay?” she mumbles. She looks down for a second to adjust her shoelaces, when she looks back up and sees that Lucifer had disappeared yet again.

“Because of what happened yesterday” Kate answers, “We don’t want that to happen again”. 

In the second house, Daenerys, Kate and Gabriel are eating, well actually only Daenerys and Kate are eating because Gabriel is still somewhat of an Archangel, and he doesn’t really need to eat, or to sleep. Timber lays on the floor next to Dany as she eats. “How come we’re not allowed to leave the compound?” she asks her parents. 

“You are allowed to leave if one of us goes with you” Gabriel tells her, “Which is a good thing because I do have something planned for us today”. 

Dany raises her eyebrows, “What is it??”. He gets up from her seat, “You’ll see!” he tells her, playfully messing up her hair before going outside. 

“What did he plan??” she asks her mother. Kate watches Gabriel as he leaves the house, not looking over at her daughter. “I don’t know” she answers. 

“You recognize this spot??” he asks her. She looks around, “We were here when I was 8” she tells him. 

Later that day everyone plans on getting back at the Twins, while they do that. Gabriel and Daenerys have some father, daughter quality time. They walk towards the same fishing spot they were at 5 years earlier. 

He chuckles, “Yep, and you caught that bass mouth that put up a fight, only for it to be a small, teeny tiny fish”. 

She laughs as she sets up her fishing line before casting it into the water. Not even 15 minutes have passed, and they hear the sound of motorcycles rumbling followed by the shitty techno music the HWM play. 

Gabriel looks in the direction of the noise, while Dany looks scared because it's the one time she didn’t bring her gun with her, and they’re about to have an encounter with some Highwaymen unarmed, and unable to defend themselves. 

Knowing he can easily kill those BMX gear wearing douchebags, but his daughter doesn’t know he’s an Archangel. “Pack your stuff” he orders her. She does as such, and packs all her stuff. The rumbling comes closer. They both see 3 huge trucks, and 5 motorcycles drive past them. 1 of the motorcycles comes to a stop and drives towards them. 

“That can’t be good” she mutters. 

“No it’s not” he responds, “Get your stuff”. She grabs all of her stuff and fishing gear, preparing herself to run. 

“Aren’t we gonna run?” she whispers. He stands in front of her, pulling out his angel blade that can easily pierce their gear and kill them without any struggle.

“Just stay behind me” he tells her. The cycle approaches them, and 2 of them get off. Armed and covered with the red bike gear.

“We got a couple of stragglers” one of them says to the other. Gabriel glares at the both of them, ready to kill at any given moment. 

The other Highwayman laughs, “We sure do. They both look unarmed”. 

“Dad?” Daenerys whispers. 

“What do you 2 knuckleheads want??” he asks them. The 2 guys look at each other, and they immediately become enraged. 

“What the fuck did you call us??” one of them asks, holding up his assault rifle. Knowing how to play these 2 dumbasses with some good ole’ Trickster motives. Also knowing that his daughter is behind him so he can’t make them disappear out of thin air. So much for dropping these 2 idiots into a wormhole.

“Dany” he whispers, “I want you to run back to the compound. I’ll handle these 2 idiots”. 

She looks up at him with wide eyes, “What??”. He looks back at her, sternly whispers “Go!”. She nods, and takes off in a full sprint back towards the compound. Not looking back once. Not even gonna question him.

He turns back to the 2 guys, and asks with a smirk on his face “Do you guys believe in wormholes??”. 

They look at each other in confusion, “What the fuck are you talking about??” one of them asks. With the snap of his fingers, and with the very little powers he has, he drops the two Highwaymen into a wormhole, making them disappear into thin air. Not really killing them just making them play their part. In a Japanese game show, in a hospital soap opera, a genital herpes commercial or maybe turning one of them into a car. Who knows where he sent them, and what happened to them.

Half ways home, Daenerys continues running, not stopping once. Panting, and breathing heavily. Her backpack bouncing against her back. 

She trips over a tree root, falling into some mud, getting dirty. She gets up, and continues running. Running up the dirt road leading to the front gate to the compound. One of the guards on the tower sees her and they immediately open the front gate. It opens slowly because of the heavy solid iron gate. She squeezes herself through the small gap, when it's not even open completely. 

Kate sees her daughter from the 2nd floor balcony, and immediately runs downstairs. When she gets to the front, Cristina, Jeffrey, Thomas and Bianca are already asking her what happened. 

“What happened to you??” she asks her daughter, “Where’s your father??”. Panting and trying to catch her breath from running almost 2 miles straight through a wooded area.

“He” she pants heavily, “He told me to run back here. Highwaymen showed up”. Thinking the worst happened, her Archangel and husband were captured by those assholes.

“Shit” she mutters, “Come on” she motions her inside to get cleaned up. The angels all hear what Daenerys said to her mother. Standing at the front porch of the main house.

“What happened??” Uriel asks his brothers.

“Gabriel was captured by the Highwaymen” Gadreel responds. 

“It’s not for sure” Michael tells them, “He still has some of his powers, he probably killed them”. 

“Gabriel is easy to capture” Lucifer jumps in, leaning against the balcony of the front porch “Asmodeus captured him easily”. 

“That’s not true, and you know that Lucifer” Castiel tells him. He rolls his eyes and scoffs at him. Paige comes out of the house, hearing what the Devil said about her Archangel brother in law. 

“Didn’t Asmodeus capture you too Lucifer??” she asks him, with a smug grin on her face, crossing her arms. Cristina comes out of the house and stands next to her mother, standing in the same pose as her.  

Lucifer scoffs again, and faces the two females, “Like mother, like daughter” he responds, with an annoyed look on his face.  

Less than a half an hour later, Gabriel returns, looking unharmed but tired. The front gates open and he steps inside. Looking tired, annoyed and filthy. 

“Gabe!” Kate exclaims, relieved. Hugging him tightly, “What happened??” she asks him while hugging. 

“Highwaymen” he responds, hugging her back, “I dropped them in a wormhole”. 

“Why?” she asks, still hugging him. “They were dicks” he responds, kissing the side of her head. Daenerys sees him, and runs to her parents, hugging her father from behind. Hugging him tightly. Worried that the Highwaymen got him. 

“I thought they took you” she mutters. He lets out a soft, short laugh, “I’m fine, I took care of them”. 

While they were gone, Paige got some information from Thomas Rush and Cap regarding the Twins, and the people from the North. The Twins have a friend, or some sort of accomplice at the old prison named Frank, and he needs to be killed. Getting that information from some dude named Irwin Smalls, he didn’t give Cap much information but he’ll follow back up with more information that could get them closer to the Twins. 

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[meghan-huntergirl-winchester]

I’M SO SORRY!!!!!! I KNOW I KNOW!!! i know I said that I would post last week and I didn’t! Last Monday, i had a job interview and I was offered a job right on the spot and I did not get a chance at all to work on either piece! To make up for last week, this Wednesday I will be posting 2 stories! One is Protect Me, a John Seed X Blind!Sister Reader and the other is called Not My Sam! and that one will be eventually Reader X Sam Winchester! I really am sorry you guys. Midterms, a new job, and my dad is having open heart surgery and all of it just got to me. I may take the rest of November off in order to get my stories finished so I can post them but i will update you guys later on that. i will see you all this WEDNESDAY FOR NEW POSTS!!! i LOVE YOU ALL!!

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[jayankles]

Eleven Years of Friendship

Pairing: Dean x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1332

Warnings: Nothin’ but a Sassy!Reader

A/N – This is my submission for @kas-not-cas ’s Kas’ 2.5k Dialogue Prompt Challenge and @wayward-marvel-sommer1196 ’s Sommer’sSarcasticWritingChallenge. The prompts are highlighted below.

Huffing, you struggled against your binds that continued to burn against your wrists as you twisted and pulled at them. 

All you asked for was one quiet calm day with Dean, but could you get that? Well the answer at first was yes; he had taken you to your favourite diner to stuff your faces with double cheeseburgers with a side of curly fries and a thick chocolate milkshake. He even paid for the meal, he was a good friend.

After you let out a long, disgusting belch, you high fived Dean and made your way out of the diner to the nearest park bench. It was calming, serene, you spent the next hour catching up with him, what he was doing – the stuff you had missed within the last few months and surprisingly enough there wasn’t as much as last time but still he mentioned that he died, again, went to purgatory and Sam killed a dog and got a taste of the apple pie life before his girlfriend’s supposed dead husband turned out to be alive – so good times, well not really but that summed up their life.

‘Wait! You went to purgatory and no one thought to tell me? You got a vampire friend? Is that even safe?’ you whispered as you saw the other patrons in the park. Your head was leaning on your closed fist, your body swivelled towards him, giving him your full attention as you listened to how Benny – the vampire – was a ‘good’ guy, but you accepted it, if Dean thought he was clean, he was a good cookie.

‘Sam should’ve told you but obviously he decided to drop of the map, didn’t even come looking for me, son of a bitch.’

‘I’m sorry, De. I should’ve known. What kinda friend am I, I didn’t even know that you were in purgatory, I didn’t even check on you.’ You scolded yourself as the realisation dawned on you that you hadn’t been there for him when he needed to get out of that horrid place. ‘Dammit!’

‘Alright, cool it, princess.’ He pulled you in his chest as the tears streamed down your face. ‘I’m alive right and that’s all that matters, ‘kay.’

His soothing voice slowly brought you down from your silent sobbing. ‘Please, stop crying. I don’t do that whole,’ he shivered, ‘emotion thing.’

You couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt to shift the attention away from you, you wiped away the tears and immediately changed you demenour.

‘There’s my girl. Wanna go someplace else, maybe take a walk?’

‘Yeah, ‘cause you love long walks on the beach, right?’ You nodded at his proposition, and leapt from the bench. When Dean caught up to you, he decided it would be fun to wrap his arm around you and swing you about before setting you on your feet and pushing you away.

That was before you got into this predicament.

Dean’s walls slowly fell away, becoming the carefree Dean that you used to see in him. His hunter instincts weren’t as strong as they should have been, and that caused you to be in the tight ropes wound around your wrists. You’d both walked into a secluded alleyway, forgeting all the dangers that you knew went bump in the night.

‘How do we keep getting into these situations?’ You had whisper shouted at Dean, clearly frustrated that this hadn’t been the first time you had been tied up, and no you filthy animal, not in the bedroom, although you have had some good times. 

Not the point!

Dean turned to you and shrugged as if he didn’t already know the answer ‘Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.’ He looked up to the ceiling, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as you noticed his concentrating face.

‘You don’t know? Oh, I know, maybe just maybe its the fact that youre a monster hunter and I don’t know they wanna kill the shit outta you.’

‘Shuddup, (Y/N). Now is not the time for your freaking sarcasm. I’m gonna get us outta here and we ain’t gonna die. I can promise you that.’

‘I wish my hands were free and there was some tissue around, you know.’

‘Why? You need to sneeze?’

‘Nope. So I could say, ‘here’s a tissue, you have a little bullshit on your lip.’ I am going to die if you don’t get me outta here. There is no air con and I gotta pee.’ you whined.

‘Have I ever let you down before?’

‘There was that one time, last year, when we were supposed to go to a monster truck show and you broke your leg.’ He chuckled as you tried to make light of the situation but in reality you knew Dean would do anything in his power to get the two of you out of that warehouse, or wherever you were, out of that place. He had never failed you before and he didn’t plan to do it anytime soon. You were one of his only frends that he had managed to save this far. He couldn’t bare to lose you and you couldn’t bare to lose him, again.

‘It wasn’t my fault that a monster broke my leg and I was high on morphine, couldn’t exactly think straight, princess.’

‘I know, Dee. I’m sorry. I’m just scared, what if we don’t get outta here or they leave us here to rot. And we don’t even know what they are.’

You gave up on tugging at the restains, closing your eyes as the tears in your eyes threatened to fall but you willed them away with the shake of your head.

‘Wow they should really stop tying me up near loose nails.’ Dean’s voice was closer than before, when you opened your eyes, his bright green ones were right in front of you. ‘Whada tell ya. We’re getting outta here. Alive and well, okay.’

Sagging in your designated chair, you breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way behind you and fiddled with the rope to untie your hands. You winced as you withdrew them, a burn engraved around each of your wrists, Dean’s movements were gentle as he maneuvered them, telling you as soon as you were safely out of that wretched place, he would clean and bandage them up.

To your surprise there was no complications of getting away from the room you were tied in. Dean had ensured that the both of you were quiet as he checked if the coast was clear before working up the stairs to make your escape.

You almost walked ahead of Dean but he held you back with a hand on your hip to stop you from moving further, quickly pulling you back and covering your mouth with his hand. His head tilted forward and you could see his ears perked up as he strained to listen for your captors, he removed his hand and quietly apologised but you brushed it off and let him lead you out of the facility. You stayed close by, clinging to his arm as tightly as possible.

‘Ow! I’m gonna need my arm back, princess.’ Once you made it outside, you practically launched yourself into Dean’s arms. ‘And now, my neck.’ He wheezed.

‘Sorry, Dee.’

‘’s okay. Let’s go home.’

Eleven years of friendship, and you don’t know how you got so lucky to have a best friend like Dean; he was one of a kind.

Dean was but through hell and still managed to be a child at heart, still managed to be brave, and most of all still managed to make time for you in his crazy, busy life and that was all you could ask for. His best. But he gave you his all.

And his all ended up being getting through a few episodes of Game of Thrones and a tub of ice cream before the both of you passed out, mouths wide open.

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[demondeanismybaby]

Caught in a Storm

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4216

Warnings: Smut, fingering, blood kink, very slight dub!con, sex with strangers, unprotected sex, slight angst but not really.  

Summary: You're on your way to a new school and new life when a freak storm and some bad timing lead you into the arms of a dark stranger. 

A/N: This is for @roxy-davenport SPN Birthday Celebration, it was a few days late but I think I like how it turned out. My prompt was the movie Susperia(1977), blood!kink, demon!dean x reader, and the quote “Was that supposed to scare me?”   

Covering your head with the back of your jacket, watching as the rain poured down around you, you rushed towards the door. It was late, and part of you doubted that anyone would be here to let you in. Still, it was going to be hard to find a hotel in a strange city in the middle of the night, while trying to navigate through the horrible weather. Knocking as loud as possible, your fist banging against the wood and pounding out a dull thud you could hear echoing inside. Closing your eyes, letting out a silent prayer that it was going to be noisy enough to rouse someone.

Pressing your face against the seam you tried to hear any signs of life coming from inside, but it was silent.

Accepting defeat you let the water splash across your face, barely trying to wipe it out of your eyes, as you made your way to the nearest street sign where a little-covered bus stop was standing. At least there you could dig out a map and try and find somewhere to bunk for the night.

“Are you lost?”

In your mission to find a warm place to stay you hadn’t noticed the man leaning up against the corner of the booth, it was like his own air of darkness made him into more of a tangible shadow then a human male. His voice however, deep and full of smoke was enough to have your attention snapping to him. It dawned on you, he might be able to help you, although he didn’t sound local what with the American accent and all, he was probably just another student like you.

You tried to plaster on a shy smile, really you were tired and wet and felt a little like crying, but that wasn’t how to get help from a stranger and you knew it.

“Not lost, just new to the city, and I need a place to stay tonight.” You weren’t sure just how much detail to give the man so you stuck to vague half-truths, “do you know of any hotels nearby?”

As he came out of the corner you noticed just how large he was, he loomed over you blocking out any remaining light from the buildings on the street. He might have been handsome in some other circumstance his features model sharp and defined but they were hidden slightly by a scruffy look of someone who has been busy drinking for days. You could even smell the whiskey as he spoke near your face.

“Sure I know a place,” he reached clumsily for your hand, “let me show you.”

You weren’t stupid, you knew better than to blindly follow some random guy in a town you had never set foot in, but you were also desperate. It was getting so late that besides sleeping in this bus stop, with its own inherent drawbacks you were running out of options.

“How about you just tell me how to get there,” pulling your fingers out of his grasp, “I don’t want to put you out.”

He just shook his head and started walking out onto the street. Your bones started to ache with the weariness of your travels and the need to get into some place warm for a moment was causing your common sense to lose out, and seeing a few groups of people and couples running to their own locations along the street gave you hope if the worst came, you could call out for help.

His strides were longer than yours, even though your limbs were perfectly suited for the jumps and leaps of ballet, it still took you basically jogging to keep him in your line of sight. The roads started to blur, you were passing them so quickly watching the green coat in front of you as it turned left and then right and then left again. Trying to keep the directions straight in case you needed to try and get back to the school.

Homes were crowding in on you, and it was strange how there was hardly a single light on in any of the windows flicking past you. Finally, he came to a stop, it was underneath a sort of awning but there wasn’t much room. Instead, you stepped sideways into the next closest doorway so you were standing in a slight alcove, able to get out of the rain, you were worried, however, it didn’t look like anyone was awake here either.

“Is this it,” you craned your neck to try to see past his bulk, “it looks empty.”

His mouth twisted into a dark smile, from which his incisors glinted like fangs, “yep this is it, Y/N.”

He began to crowd in against you, forcing your back up against the doorway. Your blood ran cold. You were certain that you had never met this man before, and you knew you hadn’t bothered to introduce yourself, how could he know you?

His arm snaked out against you, he quickly wrapped his fist against the door before grasping onto your arm. You noticed the slight squelch as his hand wrung out the moisture from your soaked through trenchcoat, you wished you had brought something heavier, this was woolen and scratched at your skin. There would be a blossom of purple marks into your skin where he continued to grip you in the morning if you ever made it that far.

The door swung open behind you and you stumbled backward into the entryway. Only his hand on you prevented you from falling completely. Your shoulder strained against the force of his hold. You looked up into the face of a new man, his brown eyes almost appearing ringed with red with the reflection of the distant streetlight, but his stare was cool and unaffected by your presence. It was all just nerves you kept telling yourself, this was probably just a local hostel and nothing to concern yourself with.

“Dean, I see you brought,” his eyes traveled along your frame, “company.”

You were glad that you could understand his British accent, you had been slightly nervous about not knowing any German. However, a school like this was bound to have plenty of English speakers, at least that is how you justified not bothering with so much as a local guidebook. The only thing you had managed to take was your map and proof that you had got into the academy and they were both mushed together in your pocket. The lack of materials to guide you was part of what forced you to follow this stranger here in the first place, at least they could understand you.

“Yep, this is Y/N.”

The other man seemed a little taken aback at the mention of your name, and if he scowled briefly you figured it must have been your imagination. At least you knew the initial stranger's name now, having something to call him made everything seem less surreal. Dean, it sounded simple and American just like you had first assumed, he wasn’t from here either.

“Do you have a room available?” You felt like you needed to steer the conversation back to the realm of sanity.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, “Yes, Dean here, will show you there I suppose.”

You were both pushing past him in an instant, it was almost like he had never existed in the first place because when you briefly looked behind you to gather more about his appearance it seemed like he had vanished into the shadows of the entrance. All that was left imprinted on you was the dark buttoned up look of his suit against the plaid denim casual figure that was Dean. Right now he was an insistent pressure behind you making it hard to think about another random man, you already had more than you could deal with.

The thick hand squeezed again against your arm, the pressure enough to remind you he had never let you go. Instead, he started to steer you through the too dark interior of the small apartment space. It didn’t look like a motel, it didn’t even look like a house. You did your best to try and maneuver around small furnishings and curves of hallways. Glad for the moment you had him guiding you in the strange domicile. If only because it seemed foreboding to be in on your own.

With a rough jerk on your sleeve, you stumbled to a halt in front of a slightly ajar door. It was impossible to see inside but you figured that you had arrived at your place to sleep for the night. Your suitcase had already been sent ahead to the school, so it dawned on you that you were going to be without a change of clothes, and the idea of sleeping nude here was a little terrifying. Just the thought that this guy might be sleeping a little more than a room away made you certain he could already see what was underneath your dripping clothes.

“We’re here.”

You figured he was trying to indicate that you should go into your temporary room. Although you were tired of being drenched and cold, you were also wanting to see the room before you committed to sleeping in it. Your hand searched for a light switch against the edge of the wall and eventually, your fingers brushed past it.

The bulb was red, it glowed sinisterly and reminded you of hell itself, it seemed to be coming from the walls rather than the naked flicker above your head. The room was furnished beautifully, although the color made it appear less so. There was a huge paneled divider in the center of the room carved delicately out of some exotic wood and a large wooden trunk sat at the end of an iron wrought single bed.

Dean had released you, it was so sudden you almost forgot that he had been there at all. Such was the strangeness of the evening that the room itself, even with it’s similarity to hellfire, actually didn’t seem all that frightening.

“Do you like it?” He didn’t sound like he cared much either way.

You nodded. Although you might not have been terrified of it, you were certain you didn’t like it. It felt like something evil was watching you, tracking your slight movements toward the center of the room, like the walls themselves, were a breathing entity. Heavy footfalls followed your light ones. A strange breath was close against your neck. Heating the skin behind your ear as he panted behind you. Your mind was racing, you weren’t sure why he was still here.

“How did you know my name,” you tried your best to remain calm and even in your tone not to spook him but it caused the words to come out in a whisper.

“I know everything about you,” he spun you around to face him and this time you knew his eyes were black because they reflected your own image back like a sinister mirror, “like how you were so desperate to get into a fancy dance school you decided you would sell your soul.”

“What...that wasn’t,” you cast around for an explanation.

When the man had first come to you as you sat alone at the local dive bar, they didn’t care that you weren’t 21, you had thought it was all just a joke. An old man’s way of flirting with a hot young girl who was down on her luck. Which you were. The last four dance schools had rejected you and it was your last hope to get away from the little town you grew up in to move onto something better. So, as he talked to you about deals and what was a soul really worth you didn’t even hesitate before adding, “I’d sell mine to get into Tanz Dance Academy.”

Then he had kissed you, and if you had tried to repress the memory it was only because of the way those lips had felt so cold and lifeless against your own.

You instinctively fingered the now sopping wet acceptance letter in your pocket, when you had gotten the small envelope, you had assumed it was another reject to add to the pile, but as you had scanned the page to see your start date, you realized you had done it. You were going to be a real dancer at a prestigious school. The excitement at reading the words had pushed that night back at the bar a million miles away from your thoughts. Days later you were on a plane to Germany, headed to a new city and a new life. Now, here you were alone with this sinister man, in a crumbling townhome, in a place you knew no one and somehow he knew about your secrets.

He knew about a night that you hadn’t even believed had truly happened. Souls weren’t real and they certainly weren’t a commodity.

The next thought popped out of your mouth before you could stop it, “what are you?”

His hand went for something inside of his jacket, and you were bracing yourself for something you knew was going to be terrible, you could tell from the look of glee leaking across his features. Manic and wild. Even the ominous feeling didn’t compare to the blade he brought out, it looked like it was made from bone and teeth but speckled red with what you hoped was some type of paint and not blood.

Bringing the blade up against your face his close fist guided your eyes to stare up into his now smiling face.

He crashed his lips against yours, the shock was so great you could hardly get your mind to catch up to what was happening. He still had the blade digging into the side of your face and you were too terrified to move, but there was also something about the taste of him against your mouth something dark and bitter like whiskey so strong it made you want to kiss him back.

So you did, you couldn’t match his ferocity but you tried to move your lips gently where he was busy working his mouth quick and hard. As you tried to open your mouth to catch your breath his tongue slipped in working against your own. It felt like he was going to eat your alive. When you tried to draw away slightly, he caught your bottom lip with his sharp teeth.

“Ahh,” the hard sting and taste of metal flooded your mouth.

He smiled wider, a smear of your own crimson blood against his lip.

Your mind was racing, part of you wanted this, to throw yourself in bed with a stranger and erase your humdrum middle American self. Replace it with a cultured woman who allowed herself, multiple partners. To be strong enough that you could let yourself engage in a quick fling with a dangerous man and walk out proud and self-assured in the morning. He was objectively attractive, and you thought with your own blood marking him he looked sexy in a way that you had never seen in another person.

You pulled him towards the bed, his back briefly silhouetted in the frame of the door, and when your knees bumped against the edge of the mattress you let yourself fall backward. He was immediately on top of you. His weight almost suffocating.

Focusing on the feeling of him touching you, you let the fear slip away. Knowing there was no point to worry about it now, you and he were both here bodies writhing against each other, and you allowed yourself to lose your mind to the sensations.

Hands roved over the plans of your body, but soon the action became frustrated, too damp from the rain outside, your clothes were halting the process. He set the strange implement down on the pillow beside your head, and your eyes briefly left his face to study it closer. It was jagged and now right by your pupil, you could see that it was blood that was dried into its surface. He managed in practiced action to remove your coat and then it was your jeans, by the time he reached the thin material of your tank top he was tearing more of the fabric than he was pulling it off you.

Almost naked, you felt much more vulnerable and slightly scared again, but beyond the shaking terror, there was a growing arousal. This was so unlike you, but you wanted to see just how far you could push yourself even if it was only for one night.

“Look at you,” he rubbed his hand along your inner thigh, “so delicate.” His fingers squeezed harder into your flesh.

You reached your head up to meet him, trying to stop any more words from pouring out by kissing him fiercely. It worked for the most part, except for the dark chuckle that escaped between you pulsing your tongue against his.

His fingers were moving again, crawling up to your now soaked pussy, you knew that when he peeled back the thin lace panties you were he would feel your slickness. It was the last thing that should have mattered at this point but you could feel the flush creeping into your face.

A hum was elicited from above you as he found his mark, the sensitive bundle of nerves that made a fire spark in your core. He was a man who clearly knew how to bring the pleasure, but as he tweaked and rubbed your clit the sensation almost started to border on pain.

“Hurts,” you choked out quietly.

“It’s ok baby,” he stopped to push a thick digit inside you, “it looks like you like it.”

He started to add another finger and you moaned into the slight burn you felt at the fullness, his huge digits filling you easily, then he was rubbing at that inner spot that had you fisting your hands into the bedding and arching your back. You were so close that you could barely see him in front of you.

Lips bumped against yours lightly as your own motion became slightly off with the closeness of your approaching orgasm. The tingling in your crotch spread like lightning sparking in all directions of your limbs, and he worked you through the final shockwaves softer and softer letting you fall off into the edge of darkness.

His lips were pressing softly along your neck at your pulse point. You could feel your own heart beating faster as you began to come back to the room around you. You were sated but the feeling of his plush mouth on your skin started to rebuild the thrum of pleasure through your body, by the time his fingers tugged on your nipple you were starting to get wet again.

“I’m so tired,” you whined wanting to please him in return but feeling wrung out from your earlier peak.

“Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

He gripped the blade, his quick grab for it putting his fist right next to your face before holding the pointed tip against the hollow of your neck.

You laughed nervously, “Was that supposed to scare me?” You felt suddenly unsure where this all was going.

This was supposed to be an adventurous one night stand not a homicide.

The knife moved along your collarbone and then slowly traced along your upper body. You could feel the strange scrape and bump of it against your breast until the curved tip was pressed against the delicate peak of your left nipple but it was quickly followed by the soft trail of kisses Dean was leaving in the wake of its jagged teeth. The striking contrast between the softness and harsh edge was keeping your body interested.  

It was the hand of someone practiced, the blade was pressing but not cutting, he clearly knew exactly how much pressure he was able to apply. Once he reached the flat expanse of your stomach you sucked in a breath causing the blade to skip and knick you. The sharp sting was followed by a slight ooze. It wasn’t the tacky welt that had a newer heat building between your legs, rather it was the light in his onyx eyes as he watched the blood run out of you, it was irreverent.

He ran his finger through the sticky trail massaging it into the skin of your stomach, you saw the way the deep burgundy of the blood intermixed with the artificial red light of the room into an ichor like substance against his fingers, he pushed the copper dipped digits past your lips and you felt the heavy weight of your blood in your mouth.

“Does that taste good, baby?” He was nodding himself like he could already see the answer in your half-lidded eyes.

Your only response was to suck at his fingers harder, nipping at his knuckle buried between your lips. Swirling your tongue around the base of them, and slightly bobbing your head. You needed more of him, craved to feel him buried inside you. This was your way of teasing him of a preview of things you could be doing that would be more fun.

He seemed to get the picture because he removed his hand so he could stand at the edge of the bed and undress, you watched as his clothes were thrown roughly to the floor, no care for where they were failing. His eyes stayed on you. It looked like they were planning all the future moves he wanted to make on your body.

“Spread your legs,” it was a command you immediately followed.

His head was buried in the v between your thighs quicker than you could have expected. His teeth bit softly at your inner leg moving up to your soaking lips, he spread them gently to finger you while he mouthed against your clit. This was only a precursor, when he decided you were wet enough he took his own length in his palm. Raising himself on his knees above you.

You watched the flex of the muscles in his arm and chest, the way the cords in his neck were strained with his obvious excitement. He would have looked like a museum statue with his perfect shape if not for the movement of his fist against his cock, but even his bulging erection had him looking more handsome to you, almost human again.

He was large and you knew there would be the slight burn when that full length penetrated you, and you needed it, your hands went to your tits massaging your nipples to hard peaks. Trying to put on somewhat of a show to keep his interest and when he let go his erection sprang up towards his stomach so you knew it was working. He was ready.

Burying himself into you, his head and shaft so deep you could feel the harsh bump against your cervix at the depth and speed of his thrust. He didn’t slow, he snapped his hips to meet yours and you did your best to match his brutal pace. You couldn’t help the garbled pleas and cries that fell from your lips, it hurt but you wanted more. As his fingers found your hip you felt the way his fingertips stuck against the tacky trail of blood from earlier.

Flipping you easily, briefly removing himself from inside you, he organized your hands and knees so you were on all fours. Not fast enough for your liking, he nudged up against you from behind, you were ready to come and all this movement was breaking the pace you needed. At least now it was a better angle so he was able to hold against your hips as he pounded you relentlessly. In and out until your legs were buckling and you could feel his own hold was slipping.

His thrust became erratic and he was pumping his warm seed deep inside you before you even thought about protection. Although he was finished he made sure you reached your own peak. He moved his hand to your clit pushing past your wet folds to twirl his fingers against you until you felt yourself cresting. Once again you were left a panting mess heaped over on the bed.

Somewhere above you, you felt him shifting around, you assumed he was gathering his clothes and your heart fell a little at the thought that suddenly you didn’t want him to leave you here on your own. Even though his presence wasn’t comforting it was something to just not be alone.

“You could stay,” you tried to make it sound like an offer and not a plea.

“Can’t tonight, but don’t worry I will be seeing you again real soon.” With that, you heard the snick of the door behind him.

Shivering you laid alone on the bed, your thighs tacky with the remnants of your recently spent passions and you were left to ponder exactly what was going to happen the next time you saw Dean. You didn’t think it could be anything good, but a part of you was still excited.

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A Perfect Day.

My month late entry to @wayward-mirage ‘s challenge. My prompt was the song You make me feel so young by Frank Sinatra. I am so so sorry for this being late. Beta’d by @inmysparetime0 , thank you so much. Tags are from the SPN Fanfic Pond tag list and @mrswhozeewhatsis tag list.

Summary: Gabriel has planned the perfect day but something unexpected happens.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Death. Voices?

Pairing: Gabriel X Reader

Word count: 1195.

Gabriel was determined to make today perfect. He had been planning it for months and had thought about every last detail, from the lights on the Ferris wheel to the twinkling lights in the trees. He knew it was a little cheesy but he was going to be as romantic as he could for your anniversary. It would be one year since you were bonded in front of their friends and family, and he was excited to celebrate the milestone.

He had woken you up with breakfast in bed; an assortment of treats from the dessert shop that he had taken you to for your first date, you had shared the treats between the two of you, feeding each other playfully. After getting ready for the day, he presented you with a new dress and shoes to wear for the day. You had fallen in love with the outfit immediately, the cute summer dress cute but comfortable and Gabriel knew to put you in flat shoes, he wanted to spare you any and all discomfort today.

The walk through the woods had been indescribable, Gabriel had taken you to a field awash with wild flowers. You sat there eating from the picnic Gabriel had prepared whilst he ran around the meadow haphazardly, tripping over his own feet a few times in excitement. Gazing down at you, he quickly thrust a bouquet of forget-me-nots into your face, the pollen promptly sending you into a sneezing fit. After you recovered, you looked up at Gabriel, a giggle escaping your lips at his apologetic face. You reached up, taking his hand in yours. The feeling of your skin on his, made Gabriel’s eyes close and a sense of light and warmth fill his body. His eyes opened when he heard a strange static noise but as he looked around, he could see nothing. He decided to ignore it and focus on the center of his world; you.

After the woods, Gabriel decided to take you to your final surprise, a carnival, just for the two of you. The stalls and rides were powered by Gabriel, meaning there was no need to have anyone else around. Gabriel wanted the two of you to have total privacy, he didn’t want to risk anything ruining the day.

Gabriel, Brother. Please. You need to...

Gabriel’s head whipped around, he could have sworn he heard his brother’s voice calling for him, but that was impossible. He couldn’t sense any angels near, he cast out his senses further, jolting out of his stupor quickly at the feel of your hand on his shoulder. Your worried gaze quickly had him reassuring you that everything was okay.

“Don’t worry my Love, I am merely hearing things in my old age.” He said throwing an arm around your shoulder, laughing at your dubious expression.

“You certainly don’t act old Gabe.” You replied teasingly.

“That’s because you make me feels so young.” He chuckled, pulling you along to a cotton candy stall, the previous sound of his brother all but forgotten.

The two of you walked around the carnival, playing games and eating sweet things. Gabriel won you prize after prize, even after you ran out of space to carry them around. Gabriel ended up creating a whole new stall just for you to place your prizes on. Your favorite part of the games were when the bells rung, signaling a winner. It made you so happy that Gabriel could spend so much time playing games, just to make you happy. Gabriel’s face lit up every time he won you a prize, he wanted to give you everything he possibly could, but you always refused to be taken care of. He admired how independent you were and it only made him happier when he could give you things that you liked.

It grew dark quickly and Gabriel could sense you were getting tired and so he decided to end the night with one final romantic twist, a ride on the Ferris wheel. You sat on the seat together steadily climbing to the top, wrapped tightly in each other’s embrace. Gabriel looked down at the ground as the lights below began to flicker on and off quickly, he looked to you but you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. As he looked down once more, the whole ground beneath him appeared in black and white. He gasped, shooting as far back in his seat as he could, his arms flying back from you as your agonizing screams filled his mind. He looked at you and was shaken, whilst he could hear your screams, you weren’t screaming. You looked at him scared as he tried to control himself but the more he tried to ground himself, the louder the screams became.

Stop it, Brother. Stop. Enough, he can’t deal with much more. You will only push him further in.

The screams stopped.

Gabriel sat there next to you breathing heavily, he looked at you as tears ran down your cheeks.

“Do you remember now Gabe?” You asked him tearfully. “Do you remember where we are?”

He looked at you and shook his head. “Tell me, please Y/N. Please tell me what’s going on.”

You looked away, your eyes tracing the patterns in the stars. You took a deep breath and shuddered, relaxing your body and becoming black and white. “I’m not real Gabe, none of this is. We go through this every time. It needs to stop Gabe, please for me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Try to remember Gabe, just try for me.” You begged him earnestly. So he did. Gabriel closed his eyes and tried to remember before this morning, he met a mental block in his mind and gently pressed against it. The memories came flooding back, the fight, your leaving, your hunt. Your death. His eyes flew open. You died. He couldn’t believe it, he began to sob uncontrollably.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I couldn’t save you in time.” Gabriel pulled you close, resting his ear against your chest to listen to your beating heart.

“It’s okay Gabe, It’s okay. There is nothing to forgive. But you can’t keep doing this to yourself, you have brother’s out there who love you and want to free you from this land you have locked yourself into. Go to them, be free.” You begged him, crying as you pulled his face to yours.

“Never.” Gabriel shook his head. “I will never leave you.”

“You can’t keep going much longer Gabriel, I’m not what you need. I am just a television copy. You need to learn to live without me.” You pleaded with him.

Gabriel looked at you, a sense of realization dawning on his face. “I need to go back to earth, just for a little while. I am going to get the real you back. I will save you Y/N.”

“Gabriel, no I can’t be saved…” Gabriel disappeared before you could finish. “My soul is gone, Gabriel if you can hear me, listen. My soul is in neither Heaven nor Hell, it is gone. Devoured by a soul eater. Why do you think you made me up?”

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New Dawn: New Horizons Chapter 11 - The Welcoming Committee 

Warnings: Some language

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: The Winchester family agrees to get help from the North. The kids meet some new allies, and get ambushed.

Guest OCs: just the usuals 

Guest Characters: Thomas Rush, Security Captain, Mickey and Lou. Lucifer, Michael, Castiel and angels (Supernatural). 

Note: Security Captain is gender neutral. They/Their/Them pronouns. This is a Supernatural and Far Cry: New Dawn crossover!

A/N: This chapter was written by me and @athenalillystar hope ya'll enjoy! 😁😁❤

Taglist: @mrsladydiana @maybeitslizzy @heyyitsbeckie @rabbitsoldier @wargames94 @vicki-the-sinner

11 chapters into this series, and I should’ve introduced the Winchester kids like I should’ve done 10 chapters ago. 

Cristina, the eldest child, and daughter to Paige and Kenneth. One word, or three words to describe her would be “Fearless” or “The Loud Mouth”. Up until she met Lucifer then all of that went out the window, but he ended up growing on her. Cristina Tatiana is 100% unpredictable and, has a “I don’t give a fuck about your feelings” type of attitude. 

She’s very protective of her younger siblings, and would go miles to protect them. She has the very bold, protective, loyal and sarcastic attitude just like her mother, also a caring, brave and loving attitude like her father, but she can also be very insensitive and vitriolic. 

The second child and the eldest of the triplets, Jeffrey Dean, he tends to keep to himself, and also he's a bit of a bookworm, although he’ll never admit it especially to his younger triplet siblings and elder sister no matter how badly she “bullies” him. He has a strong will, and is always ready to put up a fight. Like his older sister he can also be very unsympathetic. Him and Bianca are similar in a way but also very different. He is often called “The Fighter” or “The Muscle” because he wants to keep an athletic physique like his father, despite being 16 years old.  Him and his elder sister often butt heads, and will get into an argument.

The third child and the middle triplet, Thomas Sam the “Bad Boy”, and like his eldest sister, a loud mouth. Protective of his siblings, younger or older. He also has the same attitude as his mother. A slight polar opposite of Jeffrey. He likes to cause trouble for the Highwaymen and the Twins. Destroying and tagging their outposts and hideouts with his own art, or just burning a bunch of their shit, or blowing it up. He asked Bianca to create a mini flamethrower for him to burn a bunch of Highwaymen shit. 

The fourth child and youngest of the triplets, Bianca Rhea, nicknamed “The Crafter”, the somewhat quiet one of the family, but also the very creative one of the bunch. Most likely has a bigger brain than her 2 older triplet brothers put together, she’s usually creating weapons for the Scavengers or giving them ideas for weapons. She gave Captain the idea of creating a “Saw Launcher” and her spear-like kendo-stick with 2 razor sharp blades on each end, which she calls the “Double Blade”. She was able to create a silencer for a pistol using a tin canister, and a rag. 

She created a mini flamethrower for Thomas, using a can of hairspray, 4 lighters and an old shotgun. As well as a few explosives such as flashbangs and colorful smoke bombs that burn your flesh. 

The youngest of the children, and the only daughter to Kate Winchester. Daenerys, she is actually the cousin of Cristina and the Triplets, but since they all grew up together. They considered themselves siblings. Daenerys is often called “The Heart”, or “Little Trickster” because she has a bubbly, humble, ebullient, and upbeat personality, but don’t let her cutesy, sweet attitude fool you, she tends to have a bad temper when she’s pushed too far, and isn’t afraid to kill or stab someone. The “Little Trickster” nickname is because of her small size, standing at 5’3, weighing around 120Ibs.

“What’s this place?” Rush asks. 

Because she is so much smaller than the other 4, with her petite size. She is able to sneak around enemies causing distractions for them, usually with pranks. Sometimes, or all the time, she’ll surprise attack them. It’s easier for her to hide, and crawl into tight spots such as air vents, underneath vehicles, between walls and their crawl-spaces. Even as a child she was easy to lose in a crowd of people, or even in a public shopping mall. 

Thomas Rush pays a visit to the W-S Compound, meeting the Winchesters, their clan of friends and family. Being taken by Captain and Carmina Rye, they pull up in front of the 30 foot solid concrete wall with a solid iron gate. 

“It’s the W-S compound” Carmina answers him, “They can help us out. I know they can”. 

“Thomas Rush” Paige says, approaching them, “I’m Paige Winchester, this is my sister Kate, my mother Mandy and my husband Kenny”. 

The front gates open, allowing them to pull into the property. Paige, Kate and Mandy see the vehicle pull in, and greet them. They all step out of the truck. 

He greets her back, “Nice to meet you Paige. I believe I’ve met your daughters?!”. 

Nodding her head, “Yes Bianca and Cristina, they helped out Captain rescuing you from mines. Killed a bunch of Highwaymen”. 

He nods in agreement, “Yeah, and this is Captain of Security, the other one that survived the train crash and led to my rescue”. 

“Nice to meet you Captain” Paige greets them. Rush and Captain meet everyone on the compound, including the celestial beings living on the compound. Becoming acquainted with one another.  

Thomas turns to the eldest Winchester, “Ya know Paige. I thought Carmina was tough, which she is, no doubt about it, but your eldest Cristina. She’s tough, and I mean tough, like she has a “I don’t give a fuck about your feelings or your life” type of attitude. Heartless isn’t the right word to put it, but she has very, very thick skin”.

Paige chuckles, “Yeah, she gets it from me, her attitude and all. I was the exact same way when I was her age. One time when I was 15 and Kate was 12, I pulled a gun on a group of high school boys because they were harassing Kate and I”. 

Rush lets out a laugh, “Well we need that type of confidence, if we want to get rid of the Twins and the Highwaymen”. 

Archangel Michael along with his brothers Castiel, Uriel and Raphael approach them in the main house dining room. “Thomas, this is Michael, Cas, Uriel and Raphael. Guys this is Thomas Rush, he’s gonna help us with our Highwaymen issues, as well as the Twins”. 

Rush turns to the celestials in human disguises, “Really?!?, I heard you were all ambushed by the HWM and were held captive. How did you all survive?”. 

Paige gives them all a stern wide eyed look, and hopes for them to act a little human. “Nice to meet you Thomas” Michael greets him, trying to put on a normal human-like behavior. Paige gives him an A for effort. She clears her throat, they all turn to her “These are the hunters, my sister's husband Gabriel was searching for.  The ones that were captured by those BMX wearing douches”. 

Able to put together a story together, “We, we fought them off” Castiel answers, trying to sound a little human but still really terrible at it “Took all our ammo. We were lucky we got away in time”. 

As they're all going over the plan, Cristina and Carmina are catching up, sitting at the front steps of the house. After a few minutes Carmina gets up and goes inside the house to use the restroom. 

“What?!” she asks, confused, “Like who?!”. 

Cristina sits there, fixing her boot laces, and Lucifer makes himself known to her once again. “I know you like her” he whispers to her. She turns her head, and sees him sitting a few feet away from her. 

He scoffs, narrowing his eyes at her, “Beanie, duh!”.

She raises her eyebrows at him, “Carmina? She’s my best friend!”. 

He lets out a short laugh, “Yeah, a best friend you have a crush on!”. Rolling her eyes at the Archangel, “No, I don’t. We’re just friends”. 

Scoffing at him once again, “Yeah, I know, you always tell me that. So what?!”.

Not buying it, he leans back in his seat, sighing and stretching his arms out. “Ya know I’m an” he looks around, and whispers, “Archangel”. 

Laughing softly, “I can hear your thoughts. I can sense your feelings and all that jazz”. 

She looks away from him, hoping for him to go away. 

“Yeah, sorry kiddo. You’re not gonna get rid of me that easily” he tells her, playfully nudging her shoulder. 

“So” he mutters, “Do you like her?!”. 

Not looking at him, “Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. I don’t think she’s into girls”. 

He leans forward, his face inches away from hers, “So you do like her?!”. 

Acting like a typical teenager when their friend has a crush on someone. She scoots a few inches away from him. Feeling defeated because she knows this Archangel isn’t gonna let up, or leave her alone about it. 

“Yeah, yeah I-I like. I like Carmina” she stutters in a whisper, embarrassed to say this information to a celestial being that happens to be the Devil, “So what?. It’s not like she’s gonna have the same feelings. Plus we've been friends since we were in the playpen, and I don’t want to ruin that, if she doesn’t like me back”. 

He lets out a sigh, “She likes you back”. Sounding so sure about it. 

She looks over at him, and scoffs, “Yeah right”. He lets out a soft sigh, “I would know kiddo”. 

He disappears once he sees Carmina coming back. 

*****

The adults work on a plan, Thomas and Captain tell the others about New Eden. 

“Look I know these people have some kind of superpowers or some shit like that” Paige tells them, “But these people. Their fucking leader Joseph Seed, he is a fucking monster. He did a lot of unforgivable shit to all of us”. 

“Paige these people can be our only home to defeat them” Thomas explains to her and everyone else that have suffered the pain of Joseph Seed. 

After a long debate in the main house dining room, they all agree to get help from New Eden. 

“Okay, okay. We can get help from the North” Paige says in defeat. 

“They can help us, if Joseph stays the fuck away from everything and stays out of the goddamn way” Kate adds, trying to calm herslef down. 

“Okay so we’re all in agreement” Cap says, “We all get help from New Eden with defeating the Highwaymen and the Twins”. 

Paige sighs, looking at everyone that was affected by the Cult and the Seed family. All of her friends and her family, “Yeah, yeah we’re all in agreement” she tells them. 

As they’re wrapping their meeting, the rest of the kids, Jeffrey, Thomas and Daenerys go inside the house. 

“Hey mom, we're gonna go scavenging” Jeffrey tells his mother. She nods in approval, “Alright be safe. Also Thomas these are my 2 boys, the other 2 of the triplets. This is Jeffrey, and Thomas” she introduces her 2 sons to Thomas Rush. 

He laughs softly, “Nice name” he says to the middle triplet, “Nice to meet you both”. 

“And this is my niece Daenerys, she’s Kate and Gabriel’s daughter” introducing her niece to him. 

“Nice to meet all of you” he says to the small group of teenagers. 

“Where are you heading to?” Kate asks them. They all exchange looks, “We’re heading to The Refinery and then maybe to the Watering Hole” Jeffrey tells them.

Paige chuckles, “You mean the Grain Elevator and the Mastodon Geothermal Park”. 

“We weren’t around when they were called that mom” Cristina tells her mom as she walks inside the house. 

“Well just be careful. All of you. Cris look out for them, okay?” Paige tells her eldest daughter. 

Giving her mom a type teenage look and eyeroll,”Yeah, I know mom” she tells her.

“If you see any Highwaymen?” Kate asks, looking over at Daenerys. 

“To kill and loot them” she answers.

They leave to do their rounds of scavenging as they’re walking to one of the vehicles in their garage, Daenerys gets stopped by her father, Gabriel. 

“Dany” he says, she stops to face him, “I want you to stick by them, okay?. Don’t wander off, stay close to them”. 

She nods her head, “Okay, I will”. He kisses her on the head, “Be safe” he tells her. 

“We will” she tells him before going into the vehicle with her cousins and Carmina. 

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The kids leave for The Refinery and The Waterhole, Cristina taking the wheel, Carmina in the passenger seat, the triplets in the back seats, and Daenerys in the back towards the trunk. 

“So just looking for more supplies?” Carmina asks, looking over at Cristina. 

“Yep, my dad said to look for anything that can be useful for explosives” she replies, “He told me that the Watering Hole has sulfur, and it can be used to make explosives”. 

Thomas’ eyes light up as she says this, “The Watering Hole has sulfur?” he asks. 

“Yeah in its water” Cristina responds, “The Highwaymen are using it to craft their explosives. So we’re gonna do the same thing”. 

“Sometimes the enemy can teach you something” says Carmina. Cristina chuckles, “They sure can”. 

While driving down the road towards the Refinery, a truck that is used to supply Ethanol for the Highwaymen, tailgates them just as they’re about to come up on Sawyer’s Bend.

“Uhhh!? Cri!” Daenerys informs her, “I think we got company!!”. They all turn around and see the giant truck speeding up on them. 

“Oh shit!” she yells, “Hold on!” she slams her foot on the gas pedal. Speeding up going 60. The truck speeds up and rams the backend of their truck. Pushing Daenerys against the backseat.

“Guys, I’m gonna need y'all to take out that truck!” she orders them. 

Dany pushes the window latch open to their truck, giving them some space to shoot at the truck. 

The two boys shoot at it, taking out the front wheels, slowing down the truck a bit. Not by much, but enough to put a safe distance between them.  

Daenerys closes the back window, an ATV pulls up next to their vehicle with two Highwaymen on it, shooting at their vehicle. Luckily for the bulletproof windows, and metal exterior of their car, Bianca takes them out by throwing a stick of dynamite at them. Blowing up the ATV. 

"Holy shit, those are some desperate ass dudes" Thomas laughs. 

"No shit" the elder triplet mutters. 

"We're almost to the Refinery" Cristina informs them. Almost to their destination, another vehicle creeps up on them, she notices it at the very last second, and they get rammed off the road by the vehicle. Sending them towards the water. 

“Oh fuck!” she shouts, trying to gain control over the truck. Landing in the water, the truck slowly starts to sink.

“Hurry!” the eldest sister exclaims, “Get out! Out!”. They all crawl out of the truck, swimming to shore, panting and breathing heavily. Their truck sinks to the bottom of the river. 

“Is everyone alright?!?” she asks them, panting heavily. “I’m fine” Carmina answers. 

Bianca and Thomas grab their weapons that are now floating in the shallow part of the river. 

“Aww man my blowtorch is fucked!!” Thomas complains, trying to get his custom blowtorch to work, but there’s too much water in the mini tank. All their weapons, soaked and ruined by the water, but can somehow fixed.

“Well fucking well!" they all hear a familiar voice. They all turn and see the goddamn Twins along with their douchebag Highwaymen. 

“Look at what we have here!” Lou hollars. 

“Ah fuck” Jeffrey mutters under his breath. Rolling his eyes at the rogues approaching. 

“We got the problem makers!” Mickey says, approaching the eldest Winchester. 

“I will fucking end all of you!” Cristina threatens them, getting held back by Thomas and Carmina. 

Both Twins laugh, “Ain’t this a fuckin’ coincidence” says Mickey, getting into Cristina’s face once again.

“We got the Winchesters and the Ryes” Lou shouts, “Double kill”. 

“We heard y’all got Thomas Rush” Mickey says, pacing in front of them. 

“Well at least your head is not far up your own ass to know that information” Thomas jokes just to piss off the Twins. Lou swings her helmet at the middle triplet, Cristina pushes him back and it hits her instead, striking her on the head. Making her go down. Protecting her younger sibling from these two bitches. 

“You bitch!” Carmina exclaims, rushing at them and getting hit by Mickey's helmet. Blindsiding her, making her go down as well. 

“Y'all should know yo place!” Lou shouts, “You will know power is the new currency”. 

Bianca, Daenerys, Thomas and Jeffrey protect the two eldest of their group. Helping them up from their blows to the head. 

“And you know that you will never have that power” a familiar female voice tells them. They all turn and see Paige, Kate, Kenneth, Adrian, Mark and Nate along with Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer and Raphael, the four Archangels. Lucifer being the only one outta the Archangels still having his powers, he was able to predict and sense the ambush on the kids, and only their parents to rush to their kids aid.

Relieved that their parents came to their aid, and their mothers wanting to get back at the Highwaymen and the Twins. 

“I suggest all of you get the fuck out of our territory” Kenneth threatens them, rifle in hand.

They all laugh at them, “What the fuck are you gonna do about it old man??” Lou asks him. Pushing the Army veteran's button.

“I’ll put a fucking bullet in your goddamn head, if you don’t fucking leave” Paige answers her, pointing her gun at her. 

“Fuck off old lady before we kill yo ass” Mickey scoffs, threatening the mother of 4. 

Giving them her famous Winchester bitch face, “I may be an old lady, but I can still beat your ass, and kill you. And I’ll still be able to sleep like a baby at night. You’ll just be another worthless human on my shit list!”. 

“We should just kill them” Lou suggests, a grenade in hand. 

“I dare you” Kate tests them, pistol in hand “I fucking dare you”.  Kate became a little unhinged since the collapse, and losing her boyfriend Wheaty. Only having her daughter and Gabriel.

After a few seconds of anticipation, the Twins and the Highwaymen fall back to their vehicles. “This ain’t over!” Mickey shouts, as her and Lou get into the flatbed of the truck. "Not even close!."

Paige notices the pressure she has on her hand, “What happened??” she asks, trying to move her hand away. 

Leaving the family behind. “Are you alright??” Paige asks them, helping the kids up the small hill. “Yeah we’re fine” Cristina answers, her hand pressed against her hand. 

“It’s nothing mom” she tells her, reassuring her that she’s fine. Kenneth moves her hand out of the way, and they see the deep gash from Lou’s helmet on her head. 

Paige glares at the gash on her eldest child’s head, “What the fuck happened??” she asks. 

Cristina looks away, away from her parents angry glares “Cris what happened??” Kenneth asks her. 

Looking back at them “It was the Twins” she tells them. They both scoff, “Come on let's go” Paige tells them. They get into their vehicles and drive back to their safehouses. Going to carry out a plan against them.

#far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #fc5 #fcnd #oc: cristina winchester smith #oc: jeffrey winchester smith #oc: thomas winchester smith #oc: bianca winchester smith #oc: daenerys winchester #carmina rye #new dawn series #new dawn: new horizons #far cry new dawn x supernatural #spn lucifer #supernatural lucifer #spn gabriel #supernatural gabriel #my crossover shit #my crossovers #my writings #new dawn ocs #writers on tumblr #mickey and lou #thomas rush #fcnd captain #supernatural archangels #spn michael #spn castiel #spn raphael

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WIP

Tagged by @redangrypears (thank you friend!! 😊😁)

Tagging @oorah22 @athenalillystar @queenofhollandvalley @johnseedfanclub @starlighthunnie @darlingor @errordream @fandomgirl800 (and whoever wants to join in; no pressure) 😊😊😊

This from my New Dawn series, whoever wants to be on the tag list for my New Dawn series let me know cuz I'm gonna be posting chapter 1 soon!!!.

Supernatural & Far Cry: New Dawn crossover (with my OCs)

They stumble upon a shooting range with several creepy mannequins everywhere.  

“Umm what is this?!?” he asks, taking the head off one of the mannequins. Juggling it in his hands. 

“It looks like a shooting range” she answers. Looking around the property, and nearly has her head taken off her shoulders. The bullet hitting the bark of a tree nearby. 

She ducks behind a car that is sticking out of the ground, “Oh fuck!!”. 

Followed by the hollering and shouting of some old lady. “You damn Highwaymen!!. Piss off you damn masked whippersnappers!”.

Lucifer laughs to himself, covering his mouth while leaning against a tree, “You almost got your head taken off by granny”. 

She glares up at him, giving him her family trademark bitch face. 

“I’m not with the Highwaymen!!” she shouts back to the old lady, “I’m with Prosperity and the W-S compound!”. 

They hear the old lady mumble something, unclear to what it was, she peeks behind from the car, and puts her hands up. Showing she’s not a threat or a nuisance.

“I’m not a Highwayman!” she tells the lady again, “I’m Cristina Winchester-Smith. I’m with the Scavengers”.

“What about him?!” the lady asks, pointing to the blonde man in the mustard colored jacket.

“He’s with me, he is also with the Scavengers” she answers. 

The old hag lowers her rifle, “Father, daughter bonding, Huh? That takes me back” she tells them. 

Before Cristina could correct the old lady. Lucifer interrupts her, “Yep! just some father, daughter bonding time. Showing the little slugger how to kill some masked douchebags”. He chuckles, messing up her hair. 

She glares up at him, eyes narrowed with a “What the fuck are you doing?!” look on her face. 

She sees the sniper on her back, “I see you have a hunting rifle on ya missy. Show me how good you are with it. I’ll set up the targets”. 

#far cry new dawn #far cry new dawn x supernatural #far cry new dawn ocs #spn lucifer #oc: cristina winchester-smith #wip #fcnd ocs #fcnd nana #my ocs #my writings #my series #new dawn new horizons #work in process #work in progress #Far Cry New Dawn Nana

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Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 7 - Now That The World Is Ending

Warnings: Cuteness, Gabriel holding baby/toddler Daenerys

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: In the final chapter of Aftermath, as the bombs drop down to Earth above their heads. The Winchesters have a surprise guest living with them. 

Guest OCs: Just the usuals. 

Guest Characters: Archangel Gabriel [Supernatural], John Seed [mentioned]

Note: Next is NEW DAWN: NEW HORIZONS. Taking place 15-17 years later in the year 2035. THANK YOU FOR READING MY CRAP!!!!

Far Cry New Dawn x Supernatural [crossover with OCs]

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“Gabriel?!?” Kate mutters in confusion, and also in surprise. He looks up at the two sisters, with a soft smile on his face and weakly mutters “Surprise to see me?”. That question was directed towards Kate, and she smiles back in return. 

Surprised and also happy to see her Archangel. 

“How did you g-” Paige asks, before stopping herself when she realizes it was a stupid question, “That was a stupid question”.

They help him up, and take him to the main room. Sitting him down on the living room couch.

“Gabriel?!?” Mandy mutters as she walks into the room. In shock and surprised to see the wounded celestial, bleeding a little through his shirt. 

Paige leaves her mom, sister and the Archangel by themselves to go get Kenny and the others. Mandy then stands up, and goes to grab a first aid kit, or something that can heal an Archangel. Leaving Kate and Gabriel alone. She takes a seat in front of him. They look at each other for a few seconds. 

“What happened?!” she asks, opening his shirt, and cleaning his wound on his stomach. 

He shrugs, and softly groans in pain “I’ve sorta lost my powers”.

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “Sorta?!?”. 

He sighs, “I’ve lost some of my powers when I was cast out”.

She looks at him, confused, “Cast out?. What do you mean cast out?”

He looks at her, “I’m sure you saw the giant mushroom cloud in the sky”. She nods, “Yeah, we all saw it”.

He shifts in his spot on the couch, “Did you see what else appeared in the sky shortly after?".

Shaking her head, “No, we all ran down here. What else happened?”.

He looks her in the eyes, and says in the most dramatic way possible, “All Angels were cast out of Heaven”. 

Her eyes widened, “What?!?. All of them? Everyone?". He nods his head slowly, she stands up from her spot, and paces. Worried about her boyfriend, her friends and everyone she got to know in Hope County. Playing with the bracelet Wheaty gave her. Her thoughts are interrupted by the wounded Archangel on the couch in front of her. 

“A boyfriend huh?” he asks, chuckling and looking up at her.

She looks at him confused, “What?!?”.

“You got a boyfriend?" he asks, "Or had one".

She tries to hold back her tears, biting her lip “Not helpful Gabe” she mutters softly. Standing there in front of him, her hands resting on her cheeks, looking at the floor. Her anxiety builds up, and her hands become shaky. 

Gabriel stares at her stomach, just something about it looks different to him. It looks slightly bigger, like she put on some weight. He can’t seem to put his finger on it, but whatever it is he can feel some strange essence, or some sort of energy coming from it, coming from her body. She has a slight glow on her face, but it could be sweat. 

Kate notices him staring at her stomach. “Why are you staring at my stomach?!?” she asks, glaring over at him. Breaking his focus on her slightly bigger stomach. 

He looks up at her, anticipating for her to slap him for asking the question, “Don't hit me for asking this but, did you gain weight??”.

She scoffs at him, rolling her eyes, and crosses her arms. Taking a few steps away from him, “You never ask those types of questions to a human Gabe”. 

He tilts his head, curiosity getting the best of him, and motions her to come towards him, “Come towards me”. She heeds, and walks towards him, standing in arms reach. He places his hand on her 7 and a half week baby bump, and feels why his curiosity is concerned about her belly. 

His eyes widened, he looks up at her with his eyebrows raised “You’re pregnant?!”. 

Feeling somewhat hurt that his special human is pregnant with another man's child. 

For a moment she forgets that she’s carrying another tiny human being inside her, she nods her head, “Yeah. I am”.

"And it's not mine?!" he jokes, totally not hurt that his human is pregnant. Moving his hand away. 

She scoffs again, "We both know the outcome for that". Taking a seat next to him.

"You were there, you knew I'm pregnant" she tells him. He looks at her confused. 

"I was where??" he asks, very confused. She looks at him in disbelief,  thinking this Trickster is messing with her. "In my hallucination trip. A few months ago" she tells him. 

He looks at her like he has no idea what she's talking about. Shrugging, "What are you talking about??". 

She shakes her head, "It's nothing. Forget it". She drops the hold thing, she knows what she saw in her bliss hallucination a few months ago. 

A few moments later, Paige walks back into the living room with Kenneth, Cody, Martin, Mark, Nate and Adrian. 

"Gabriel?!?" the 6 men say in unison. 

The Archangel chuckles, "Did you all rehearse that?!". 

He catches them all up on what was happening in the world. Angels, all of them were all cast out of Heaven, God tried to wipe out all of humanity with a nuclear explosion. The Collapse. The Reckoning. The Apocalypse. The End. The whole world is up in flames. Literally. Heaven is shut down with no one but God up in cloud city. 

*****

May 2019. 7 months later

It’s been 7 months since the bombs were dropped. After several hours the bombs stopped falling, and you'd think everything would be safe to go back out. Nope, knowing that you're gonna have to live underground in a bunker with 20 other people for the next 6 and a half years. After 2 and a half months the world has now ended but it's only just begun. 

No other bombs, or explosions have been dropped by The Man upstairs. The World was going through the route of regrowing, and being reborned. Starting over again.

On May 2nd, Kate gave birth to a healthy baby girl. A few weeks earlier on April 16th, Paige had a C-section giving birth to triplets, 2 boys and 1 girl with the help of Cody, his wife and Adrian’s wife Amanda delivered all 4 of them. Having all the right equipment in the bunker infirmary, stored away.

Jeffrey Dean Winchester-Smith named after her cousin, Dean. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Thomas Sam Winchester-Smith also named after her cousin, Sam. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces. 

Bianca Rhea Winchester-Smith because she's always liked the name Bianca. Weighing 7 pounds, and 4 ounces. 

Daenerys Arya Brienne Winchester named after Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark and Brienne of Tarth all female characters from Game of Thrones. Being the smallest of the 4 infants, weighing 6 pounds, and 5 ounces. 

Cristina is over a year old. 1 year, and 6 months old. She is now walking, she has almost all of her teeth, and can say 7 to 10 words. She is able to comprehend language, and know from right from wrong. From good from bad. 

The triplets are a little over a month old now, Daenerys is 2 in a half weeks old. 

During her pregnancy, Gabriel was very protective of Kate, even though they were all living underground in a huge bunker, and couldn't leave for another 6 in a half years. 

Cradling her 20 day old daughter in her arms, Kate feeds her a bottle of formula. Gabriel was very cautious around her, afraid that he'll somehow hurt the tiny infant. Even though he has very little to no powers left in him. 

He tried to keep a safe distance from her, Kate constantly reminded him that he didn’t need to worry about hurting the infant. That he and Daenerys will be fine. He is very fond of humans, of course, unlike most celestial beings. That was his one fear, hurting her. 

"You wanna hold her?!" she asks him. He looks up at her, stammering. "Uhh, do-do you want me to?". 

She smiles at him, "It's fine with me" she responds. She hands him the tiny infant. He holds her, cradling her and she starts to fuss in his arms. Making her typical baby sounds. 

He groans uncomfortably, holding her away from him, stammering “Uhhh w-what is happening?!?”.

“She’s fine” she reassures him, fixing her baby blanket, “It’s a normal infant reaction”. 

She starts to calm down, yawning and falling asleep in Gabriel’s arms with her finger in her mouth. 

“What’s happening?!?” he nervously asks, “Is she dead?!?”. 

She looks at him, chuckling, “She’s not dead. She’s asleep”. She takes the infant from his arms and puts her in her old bassinet. 

Paige comes in holding one of her triplets. “Hey” she says, looking down at the one month old infant in her arms. 

“Hey” Kate responds, “Which triplet is that?”. 

She groans unsurely, and checks the diaper, “Thomas, and/or Jeffrey”.

“It’s Thomas!” Kenneth calls out from the next room over, “You’re holding Thomas!”. 

She points in the direction where her husband's voice came from “The 2nd one. Thomas Sam”. 

“How’s the scar?” she asks, referring to her C-section scar. 

She groans uncomfortably, “It’s healing. Slowly, but it’s healing”. 

*****

Later that night, Everyone is in their own bunker rooms. Kate is in hers, changing Daenerys into her night onesie. 

Talking to the infant in a soft voice. Gabriel, who is a few rooms over, can hear Kate and the tiny human with the very little powers he has. Leaning against the headboard of his bed, listening to her conversation.

He knows he’s Kate’s Guardian Angel, he saved her several times, he gripped her tight, and raised her from perdition when she was a somewhat innocent teenager. He’s her soulmate as well. He has had these feelings for her since forever. He knows she would be better off with her boyfriend before God dropped the bombs on humanity, but he’s most likely dead. John? He’s dead as well, and he knows damn well that Daenerys is his kid. He knows Kate is ashamed that she’s his kid, regardless she loves her. 

He couldn't possibly imagine how Daenerys would've turned out if John Seed had lived. How he would've treated Kate, how that demented, psycho family would've treated a pregnant Kate. A premarital baby. How that sadist psychopath would somehow ruin Kate and their baby.

He gets up, and goes to her room. Walks down the hall and knocks on the door. 

“Yeah?” she responds her voice muffled from behind the closed door. He opens the door and steps inside her bedroom. 

“Hey” he sighs, “How she doin’?”. 

“She’s doing great” she answers, taking a seat on her bed. Gabriel takes the leap of faith, not holding back.

“I just wanted to get us over with” he tells her. Kate looks at him confused, “What are you talking about?!?”. 

He lays down on her bed, laying on his side with his hand prompt up against his cheek. Looking up at her. 

He lifts up his free hand from behind him, and holds a diamond ring between his index and middle fingers. Her eyes light up, and gasps softly. 

“You already know where I’m going with this” he chuckles, “Will you marry me? Blah, blah, blah. I love you. Blah, blah, blah. You could do so much more better than that idiot Yes man John Seed”.

She laughs softly at his comments, “So. In all seriousness” he continues, “Will you marry me?”. 

She looks at him, “You already know the answer” she whispers to him before passionately kissing him on the lips.

Katella Evyanna Winchester is set to marry an Archangel. Archangel Gabriel. She always thought of herself as the human he had to protect. That’s all she thought she was to him. His human.

*****

A few years later, November 2022, the children are all 3 years old, Cristina turned 5 years old that same month. 

Daenerys, the youngest of all the children, wakes up at 6:00am, which is unusual for a child at her age to get up at, and feel energetic.

Her and the other 4 Winchester children share the same bedroom, across the hall from their parents rooms. She stumbles to Kate and Gabriel’s room, pushes the door open and climbs onto their bed. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” she says loudly, waking them up. 

Kate groans, as her daughter steps on her with her tiny feet. She sits on Gabriel’s chest and playfully slaps his cheeks. Waking him up.

“What?” he asks, half asleep. She giggles softly, “Wakey wakey”. He chuckles softly, slowly sitting up. 

He looks over at the clock, “It’s 6 in the morning, how are you so energetic?!” he asks the 3 year old child. 

She lets out a playful giggle, and jumps up and down on their bed. 

She looks up at the child bouncing on the bed, having the same exact eyes as John. Those baby blue eyes that she got from him, a reminder that this little bundle of joy and happiness is also John Seed's daughter. 

He gets up out of bed and carries the 3 year old child down the bunker hallway towards the kitchen. 

Despite him being an Archangel with very little of his powers. He manages to get 3-6 hours of sleep, and eat solid foods. Not wanting to use his very little powers in fear that he’ll hurt any of the children living in the bunker, he manages to get by without using them, he knows the world above them is going through some change, a huge massive change that'll change everyone's lives. 

But finally being able to marry the human he fell in love with, and fathering her child, he was more than happy to be a part of their lives.  

Paige and Kenneth walk into the kitchen shortly after, her holding Jeffrey and Thomas in each of her arms. Kenneth holding Bianca, and Cristina following behind him. 

"Here you go" Paige mutters, sitting the two toddlers in their seats at the kitchdn table. Everyone else wakes up half an hour later. Adrian, and his wife Amanda. Mark, his wife Dana and 2 kids. Nate, his wife Ellen and 3 kids, Martin and his fiancée Megan, Cody and his wife Brandy. Mandy, Barbara, Kenneth, Gabriel, Paige, Kate and their kids. 

One bunker with 20+ people, and 1 Archangel living in it. 16 adults, and 10 kids. Having to spend another 2-4 years underground while the Earth regrows, and the radiation goes away. Its only a matter of time, and they can go back to their normal lives, or at least they think its their normal lives. 

Hopefully, a new hope. A New Dawn. New Horizons will come their way.

#far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #paige winchester #kate winchester #mandy winchester #kenneth smith #oc: barabara teller #archangel gabriel #spn gabriel #my ocs #my crossover #my crossover shit #john seed #fc5 #eden's gate series #eden's gate: aftermath #my writings #my series #far cry new dawn x supernatural #far cry new dawn ocs #fcnd #fcnd ocs #oc: mark massie #oc: nate massie #oc: cody reynolds #oc: adrian wray #oc: martin quinn #far cry 5 ocs #my far cry 5 ocs

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Six Sentence (not) Sunday

Its Friday and I'm pretty sure this is not 6 sentences!!. 😂😂

Tagged by @hoesephseed

Tagging: @thewanderer-000 @strafethesesinners @queenofhollandvalley @oorah22 @maybeitslizzy @redangrypears @the-chaos-siblings @wargames94 and whoever wants to join in 😁

Another preview to my New Dawn series 😊😊. This is a flashback moment between Gabriel and Kate.

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“Y-your, your” she mumbles, looking up at his wings. 

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t catch that” he says putting his hand to his ear. 

“Your, your wings” she says, “I. I can, I can see them”, Kate doesn’t know much about the meaning of seeing an Angel's wings, or in her case an Archangel’s wings. 

“Yeah, yeah I know. I told you I’m an Archangel” he tells her, rolling his eyes a bit, “It’s just a shadow of them. Nothing much”. 

She shakes her head in disagreement, Gabriel looks at her confused, eyes narrowed as she shakes her head, “It’s not a shadow” she whispers, looking at his wings, “They’re solid”. 

He stares at her, not blinking, realizing that the human he pulled out of Hell is not only his assigned human to protect but also his soulmate. 

#my ocs #work in process #work in progress #wip sunday #wip thursday #new dawn series #far cry new dawn #fc new dawn #far cry new dawn x supernatural #spn gabriel #gabriel supernatural #kate winchester

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Self Indulgent WIP Sunday

Welcome to self indulgent Sunday, the day of the week where we get to celebrate the things we’ve been proud to create. It could be writing, drawing, even a WIP! If you’ve made it, show it off and tag your friends to encourage them to do the same!

Tagged by: @redangrypears 😁😊

Tagging: @bleudragonfire @gamer-purgatory @twistedinbliss @thewanderer-000 @athenalillystar @mrsladydiana (no pressure 😁)

This is a short preview for another series I'm working on. Enjoy 😁😊. It's a Supernatural and Far Cry: New Dawn crossover because I'm a whore for crossovers 😊😁

Cristina(daughter of Paige Winchester): [FC: Brianna Hildebrand]

Bianca(daughter of Paige Winchester): [FC: Maisie Williams]

Daenerys(daughter of Kate Winchester): [FC: Xia Brookside]

"It's been almost 2 decades since the bombs dropped, and everything has never been the same. Everyone including my family had to rebuild everything they had built for my siblings and I. Then that's when the Highwaymen attacked, ambushed and destroyed everything the citizens of Hope County had built. Forcefully taking properties, and killed anyone who refused. They tried to take my families home but my parents, my grandmother, my aunt and uncle refused. They didn't shit from anyone, and that's how Jeffrey, Thomas, Bianca, Daenerys and I were raised. We were trained at a young age on how to kill, how to protect ourselves, to continue our family business, and protect it from the twins Mickey and Lou, and their followers of rogues"

Cristina Winchester-Smith along with her younger sister Bianca and their cousin Daenerys are walking through the ruins of what was once Holland Valley. Everything is destroyed, her mother Paige used to tell her how everything was, how everything was beautiful, the small town of Falls End, the church, the bar, the agriculture how life was beautiful and simple, before the bombs fell, now everything is obsolete.

They walk through the tall grass, rummaging through the stashes in the abandon destroyed houses looking for supplies.

"Did you find anything!??" Bianca calls out, from a nearby house.

"No, nothing!" Daenerys yells back, not far from her.

As Cristina is digging, and pushing debree of the collapse house out of the way as she's searching for supplies, a gust of wind blows through the house, she doesn't think anything of it. She hears footsteps from behind her, thinking its her sister or cousin.

"Hey did you find anything?!?" she asks, not looking back.

After a moment, she speaks up again still not looking back.

"Hey, did you find anything?!?!" she asks again.

The voice of a man makes her snap her head back. "Ooh how the world as changed" he says.

She turns around, and sees a tall blonde man with his back to her. She stands up, and asks "Umm who are you?!?". He turns to face her, and he's very attractive, he looks like he could be her dad, he was much older and has beautiful piercing blue eyes.

"I go by many names" he says, stepping closer to her.

She turns her head in confusion and says. "I don't understand!?".

"I'm Lucifer" he says in a calm voice that sends shivers up her spine.

Her eyes widened, and she backs up. "What?!!? No?!" she says, fear in her voice, shaking her head.

"Yes" he responds softly.

"Are you gonna kill me?!?!" she asks, still terrified.

He steps closer to her, examining her face. He tilts his head to the side while examining her face.

"You look familiar" he says softly.

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