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iberico-long-pork · 4 years

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Hannibal role reversal au + serial killer Will au picks

Sleeping in the knife drawer - emungere Rating: T, Wordcount: 2.9K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter, Doctor Graham, Serial killer Will Plot: Hannibal is sent by Jack to recruit Will as an advisor. It takes persuading. Sample:

“You don’t use the space,” he said.

“I don’t use most of the house. How much space does one person really need?”

“Usually one’s life expands to fill the space that contains it. Unto overflowing, in some cases.”

Will walked to the window and cleared away a mass of cobwebs with his hand.

“I’ve expanded as much as I’m likely to,” he said.

“You’ve contracted. Away from your practice in the city. Alone out here. Alana said she was the only person whom you see regularly.”

“Most people don’t like me.” Will grinned, sharp-edged and bright as a knife blade. “No idea why.”

“Do you offer to show all of them your attic?”

“No. Maybe you’re just special.”

// Spectacular dialogue, light read

Watch Your Back (There’s a New Killer in Town) - OneWhoSitsWithTurtles Rating: E, Wordcount: 73.8K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter, Doctor Graham, Serial killer Will, sub Hannibal, Dom Will Warnings: Exhibitionism, Knife play Sex: Versatile, mostly dom Will sub Hannibal Plot: Hannibal is sent for a psyche eval to Doctor Graham. Will decides to court him. And teach him that killing is okay. Sample: "Hannibal," Will spoke softly, drawing Hannibal's gaze back to him. Hannibal watched him as Will took a carving knife and cut a small slice of the roast off the end. Will speared the seasoned meat onto a fork and presented it to Hannibal, who balked.

"What do you fear?"

Hannibal swallowed, eyes flickering between Will's face and the meat.

"That I'll like it."

Will held the fork aside and cupped the back of Hannibal's neck with his other hand, bringing him in for a kiss. Hannibal kissed him back but his uncertainty soured the brush of their lips and Will asked, "What else?"

Hannibal looked away but Will turned his face forward again with a hinting touch to his jaw. Hannibal swallowed.

"That if I don't, you won't want me anymore."

// Amazing dom/sub relationship, good writing, good pace

Coping Mechanism - Cinnamaldeide Rating: T Wordcout: 1K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter (past as doctor), Doctor Graham (past as officer), Serial Killer Will Plot: Before their scheduled appointment, Special Agent Lecter and Doctor Graham share a cigarette and some friendly considerations. Sample:

He admitted his own addiction when he noticed he had a favourite brand. An indulgence Hannibal found soothing after having pursued dangerous murderers and sensitive psychopaths. Certainly not as satisfying after an amorous encounter, as was often believed. He had taken to smoke before his appointments with his psychiatrists instead, which shouldn’t have been such an easy association.

“I thought doctors were supposed to know better,” a voice distracted Hannibal from his long inhales, fume rising above his head in a slow, languorous ascent. “Don’t you know how it tarnishes your lungs?” his therapist needled, arms crossed on his chest and shoulder loosely resting on the wall. Their appointment was scheduled in a few minutes, but Mr. Graham was an observant man, knew where to find him. Knew aiming at Hannibal’s pride often proved effective.

“You know doctors are notorious for not following their own advices,” Hannibal answered, puffing a fine line of grey, volatile smoke away from him. “It prepares me for our encounters,” he offered, curious to see how Dr. Graham would process that information.

// Pleasantly slow and casually sensual. Like a breather scene in a movie.

Identically Different AU - Pragnificent Rating: E Wordcout: 243K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter, Doctor Graham, Serial Killer Will Warnings: Past child sexual abuse, Trauma Sex: Versatile Plot: Doctor Graham plans to influence his new fascinating not-really-patient, Agent Lecter. When Will befriends the prickly agent and invites him to dinner, he doesn’t expect him to recognise the taste of the meat he served. And that’s only the beginning. Sample:

“I’ve seen setups like this before,” Hannibal says, his mouth feeling as though it has been stuffed with cotton, “though this is the first one with feather pillows.”

“Your comfort is important to me, Hannibal.”

Hannibal doesn’t justify that with a response.

He looks around the basement. A half-empty bottle of bourbon and two snifter glasses sit on the small table next to Will. On the other end of the basement, metal tools hang from a pegboard on the wall, gleaming dangerously, and in the corner there is a large stainless steel work table with two meat hooks hanging near it.

Hannibal works on accepting what all of this means without letting it frighten him. He tries to draw on the colder version of himself, the one that kept his feelings on lockdown and didn’t worry about Will or Will’s approval.

“I meant to take things much more slowly,” Will says, and it’s hard to know if he should credit the note of apology in his voice. “But I wasn’t expecting dinner to be the thing to give me away. Hannibal, there’s something important that you haven’t been sharing in your sessions, isn’t there?”

// HEED WARNINGS (It’s not properly listed in the fic tags). Fascinating but dangerous series. Long fic.

sweet awakening - Romennium Rating: T Wordcout: 612 Tags: Role Reversal AU, Doctor Lecter, Serial Killer Will Plot: Hannibal has been getting too close to catching the prolific serial killer. Will decides to visit him in the middle of the night. Sample:

Hannibal woke up abruptly, heart in his throat. His poor organ doubled his pace in the moment his not-yet awake brain realized that his body couldn’t move. Someone was sitting astride him, completely blocking his chest and his arms.

Hannibal moved, trying to dislodge the body above him, but his attempt didn’t do anything but make the weight of the intruder press into him even more and the hand shutting his mouth moved to partially close his nose as well.

In a millisecond the air to his lungs diminished drastically and panic grew, making him believe he was suffocating. A rational part of him, but completely overwhelmed by fear, told him he wasn’t suffocating, but his lungs seemed to burn and the air, there was no air and his sight-

“Sh, sh, Doctor Lecter,” a calm and reassuring voice whispered into his ear, “calm down, Doctor.”

The hand moved away from his nose and Hannibal tried to take a deep breath.

“Yes, Doctor, that’s good, breathe, everything is okay,”

// Very short and spicy. Snack fic.

Raw Material - RubyBakeneko Rating: E, Wordcount: 3K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Doctor Lecter, Agent Graham, Serial killer Will Sex: Top Will, Bottom Antony Dimmond Plot: Betrayed by his psychiatrist, serial killer Will Graham escapes to Italy. There, he reflects on the nature of his relationship with Hannibal, and he meets someone who provides him with an opportunity to work through some of his issues. Sample:

Will misses him terribly and without respite, the weight of his heartache a miserable fury that makes him feel ill. He imagines they are together in bed, that he is pressed up against the heat of Hannibal’s back with a possessive arm draped around his shoulder. He dominates Will’s dreams, which are by turn so luridly explicit that he comes in his sleep and so painfully romantic that he wakes in tears.

Hannibal has survived Will, the way few have done before him. He might arrive in Italy any day now, to kill Will or to kiss him. His heart races at the thought of either.

He silently dares Hannibal to find him. I’m here. Come and get me. // Poor Antony, I hoestly really love that character. Light read

+++ ( ‘Hannibal is Hannibal’ fics)

Wolfman - Cadaverish Rating: E, Wordcount: 38K Tags: Canon Divergence, Serial killer Will, Serial killer Hannibal Sex: versatile Plot: The Biloxi Wolfman has a crush on The Chesapeake Ripper. Hannibal doesn’t know that. But he does have an interest in Will Graham. (In which Hannibal wastes time trying to bring Will to the dark side when Will already has lower moral standards than Hannibal) Sample:

Gideon has paused obligingly to peer out the window set into the front door, likely checking for police sirens or curious neighbors, but all it really accomplishes is giving Will the chance to take several long strides, closing the distance between himself and Gideon. He allows his last step to connect loudly with the hardwood floor and Gideon starts, turning around to look at him.

“Special Agent Graham,” he drawls and Will gives him a grin that has nothing human behind it.

// Tfw Hannibal actually has higher moral standards than Will OvO

Astronomical odds - xzombiexkittenx Rating: M, Wordcount: 2.5K Tags: Pre-Season AU, Serial killer Will, Serial killer Hannibal Sex: Mutual handjob Plot: Based on the joke: ‘ Picked up a hitchhiker last night. He said, “Thanks! how do you know I’m not a serial killer though?” I replied, “The chances of two serial killers being in the same car are astronomical.” ‘ Sample:

There’s a knife strapped to his ankle, a loaded gun in his bag, and he’s not above using his teeth if he has to. He also has mace. He met a nice butch lesbian truck driver who picked him up off Interstate 20, drove him as far as Abilene, bought him dinner, and insisted on giving him her mace. She’d been so worried about him and his ‘pretty face.’”

“Honey,” she’d said, over burgers and shitty diner coffee, “girls like you find trouble without even looking. Take it for my peace of mind.”

He’d realized she thought he was a sex worker. Will hadn’t tried to change her opinion of him. No one was looking for a serial truck stop male prostitute. He’d run that angle for a while, down in Louisiana, but it was too much trouble. The clothing was hard to hunt in, and he didn’t like men pawing at him while he got them to the secondary location.

He wonders if Hannibal thinks he’s a sex worker. Hannibal has nicely manicured nails, strong-looking hands, and fantastic arms. Will’s not sure he’d complain if Hannibal made a move on him. He hasn’t decided if he wants to kill Hannibal or not but on balance he also hasn’t decided if he wants to try for a roadside quickie or not.

// Honestly hilarious. They make inside jokes thinking the other’s not getting it, and run into each other at a body dumping site. Light fun read.

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atc74 · 5 years

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Castiel’s Coats

Square(s) Filled: Fashion Designer!Cas for @spnaubingo, Campfire for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: Rejection, low self-esteem, mentions of struggle, fluff

Summary: Cas gets the summer internship of his dreams, but feels the pressure as he struggles to come up with a winning design. His friends, Sam and Dean, have always been there for him, providing inspiration at the right time.

Pairing: none, this is a TFW College AU

Word Count: 1448

Written for: @spngenrebingo @spnaubingo

Beta’d by: @just-another-busyfangirl, thanks and love ya!

A/N: It’s no secret that I struggle writing Cas, but I think this is cute and way longer than I thought it would be. Hope y’all like it!

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“Dean! Dean! I got it!” Cas threw open the door to their off-campus apartment. “I got the internship!”

“That’s great buddy. Congratulations!” Dean tossed his roommate and longtime friend a beer. “Let’s celebrate with pizza and beer.”

“That’s every night Dean,” Cas chastised, but shrugged. Being poor college students they didn’t have the funds to go out like some of their friends.

“We’ll get extra cheese!” Dean exclaimed, tapping out their order on his phone.

~*~

“So what do they have you working on?” Sam asked as they sat around the apartment after Cas’s first week.

“I am working on a new line of men’s outerwear with another intern,” Cas informed them as he reached for another beer. “I have to come up with something by Wednesday next week.”

“That soon?” Sam inquired.

“Yeah, it’s only a summer gig so we are moving fast. If they like it and use our designs, we get ten percent plus a bonus.” Cas grinned ear to ear at the thought of earning money that didn’t require manual labor, like his previous summer jobs.

Sam left for more beer than returned a minute later. “Man it got cold out. I wish I had a lighter weight jacket,” he muttered as he rummaged through the closet. “I have winter and summer jackets only!”

“I got it!” Cas ran from the living room.

He spent the next two days sequestered in his bedroom at his drawing table, coming out only to use the bathroom. Dean would slide a sandwich and a bottle of water under his nose a couple times a day just to make sure he ate and was still alive.

~*~

“Castiel Novak?” asked a petite older woman sitting behind a large wooden desk.

“Yes, Ms. Harvelle?” Cas took another step into the spacious office.

“Have a seat, please. I spent the day going through your designs and I have to say, they’re kind of boring,” she stated as she thumbed through the pages before her.

“I realize they might seem boring. But I’m a college student, Ms. Harvelle. I am trying to appeal to a simpler, younger crowd. What are they looking for these days? Functionality. There are multiple pockets for your phone, keys, or wallet. They are sturdy. College students don’t have a lot of money and the clothing needs to last,” Cas explained as she looked them over once more.

“These are all brown.” She looked up at him, her face showing no emotion.

Cas cleared his throat. “There is tan, warm toast, hazelnut, ecru, bay, russet, cinnamon, khaki…”

“Those are all shades of brown. Ten different brown trench coats, Mr. Novak,” Ellen Harvelle interrupted him. “And these other ones. What fabric is this? I have seen this before, I think, but never for clothing.”

“It’s...canvas, ma’am. Before you say anything, think about it. Canvas has a plethora of uses, tarps, canopies, shopping bags. But why not jackets? They are lined with flannel, making them soft to touch but the outer shell will last longer than anything else,” Cas pleaded his case.

“You may be right, but I will have to talk this over with the lead designer. That’s all for now, Mr. Novak,” she dismissed him, quickly turning to other tasks.

Castiel walked home from the bus stop, dejected. He should have put more thought into his designs. He should have used more color. He kicked a rock down the street, following with his head down until he reached their apartment building.

He refused pizza and beer and locked himself away in his room again for the weekend. Dean and Sam were worried about their friend, but they also knew when he needed time to himself. They didn’t see or hear from him until he returned from work Monday evening. It was Sam’s turn to cook and Cas joined him in the kitchen as he sauteed some vegetables and chicken. The peace and quiet was interrupted by the vibration of Cas’s phone.

“Hello?” he answered, not recognizing the number. “Yes, this is Castiel Novak. Oh Miss Harvelle...yes, so nice to talk to you...of course...yes...okay...I understand...yes ma’am. Thank you. Goodbye.”

“Was that your boss?” Sam turned from the stove to look at his roommate.

“Yeah, it was.” Cas put the phone back on the counter.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” Sam empathized and returned to dinner.

“Thanks, Sam.” Cas grabbed a beer from the fridge.

He was quiet through dinner but Dean and Sam didn’t push him to talk about it. It wasn’t until his phone buzzed again that Cas smiled.

“Guys, I’m going to head to bed. Sam, thank you for dinner. See you tomorrow.” Cas left the kitchen, his phone still in hand.

~*~

Castiel didn’t offer information and the Winchesters didn’t push. The summer was coming to a close and school would be starting back up. It was their first week off all summer and they were going fishing. They sat around the campfire the first night, the air chilly. Dean shrugged his flannel on and Sam dug a hoodie out of his bag.

“Here, try these.” Cas handed them each a jacket.

Dean inspected the article Cas had given him. It was navy blue and had pockets for anything he might need, even interior pockets. He slipped off his flannel and slid his long arms through the sleeves of the jacket. It fit well and was comfortable, and warmer than his flannel.

Sam did the same with his. The army green color was nice. He turned it over and over until his eyes landed on the label. He read it out loud. “Castiel…Cas! Are you serious man? You did it!”

It took Dean a moment to catch up, but they celebrated Cas’s success with beers and plenty of relaxation. They returned home, ready for showers and sleep, but their apartment was empty.

“What the hell?” Dean stood in the middle of the living room. His arm chair and television, along with all their belongings, were gone. “What the hell?!”

“Oh yeah. I knew I forgot something else.” Cas smiled and held up three new keys. “Remember that bonus and the ten percent? Well it was a lot more than I expected, so I bought the house across the street and had our stuff moved while we were away.”

“Cas! You bought the house? Why didn’t you pay your tuition?” Sam asked, always the responsible one.

“I did. And both of yours.” Cas whistled as he walked out of the apartment and across the street, Dean and Sam running after him.

Cas gave them the grand tour, saving the best for last. “I always wanted an office. Somewhere I could design that wasn’t my personal space, but still mine, right? So I hired a contractor to convert the attic of the garage. What do you think?”

Sam looked around at Cas’s office, feeling like he was missing something. “This is kinda small for an attic this large, Cas, isn’t it?”

“You are correct, my friend. Which is why next door you will find your very own office and study space.” Cas opened the next door and it was filled with a new desk, couch and all of Sam’s law books.

Dean looked down at his feet, but tried to hide it for the sake of his brother and his friend. “It’s real nice, Cas. Thanks for doing that for Sammy.”

“Oh I almost forgot! Dean, come on!” Cas rushed down the back stairs and into the garage, flipping on all the lights. In the middle sat Dean’s prized 1967 Chevy Impala. One entire side of the garage was a workbench, two tool chests, and all of Dean’s tools.

Dean’s eyes glossed over as he took in everything. He turned back to Castiel. “You did all of this for us?”

“You’re my family and family takes are of each other. I’ve got more money than I need, so it seemed wrong to keep it all to myself.” Cas shrugged, hugging each of the brothers.

“Cas, if you don’t mind me asking…” Sam started.

“In total, over two million so far. But don’t worry. I’ve put the rest in savings,” Cas informed them. “Castiel’s Coats paid our college education, boys.”

“Wait! What about that call you got all those weeks ago? I thought it was a rejection,” Sam recalled.

“You never asked and I never said. I bought this house the following week and have been renovating it since. I wanted it to be a surprise,” Cas replied.

“Well it’s some surprise, buddy!” Dean slapped him on the back. “I’ll never make a crack about your career choice ever again. You gave my baby a home!”

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klbwriting · 7 years

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This Place is Out of a Comic Book

Fandom: Supernatural/Gotham

Pairing: None? Reader is a hunter with the Winchesters

Warnings: some violence

Summary: You and TFW head to Gotham city to investigate a haunting and end up with help from Jim and Harvey

Note: This was super fun to write! Love crossovers!

“Why does this town look like it’s out of a comic book?” you questioned your partners as the three of you drove into the foggy, dark metropolis of Gotham. Sam looked up from his book and frowned. Dean was already glancing around the streets, looking at the run down city like it was vaguely familiar to him. They were coming here to investigate a string of strange deaths they figured was related to a spirit in an old abandoned orphanage.

“I don’t know but it feels like I’ve seen this place somewhere before, and not on the news or anything like that,” he said, pulling into a seedy motel. The three of you checked in and got to your room just as a gunshot was heard outside. You looked at the boys before peeking out the door just in time to see two police detectives climb out of a car in the lot and face the room next to them where another man was facing them with a gun pointed.

“Drop your weapon!” the younger more military like detective called. The man looked terrified and tried to lower the weapon but it went back up.

“We will shoot you!” yelled the other officer. He was older and looked like he was 100% done with everything. You saw the man’s face and noticed a certain twitch, noticed that he wasn’t in control. Before they could shoot you jumped out the door and cold-clocked the guy in the face, knocking him out. He crumbled to the ground and you saw the spirit leave his body, and so did the detectives. They looked shocked and came running over, kicking the gun away and cuffing him. Dean and Sam were out of the room by now, wondering exactly what was happening.

“He was possessed by the spirit,” you said to them. They nodded slowly before starting to examine the guy, getting him awake and sitting him up to ask some questions. The detectives looked at you like you were a little crazy. You pulled them aside.

“Ok, explanation that sounds crazy time,” you said. “I’m Y/N, that’s Dean, and that’s Sam. We go around hunting the supernatural and killing what needs killed. That man was possessed by a spirit and now we have to find who it is and destroy its bones before it causes anymore issues.” The men looked between each other for a moment, a silent conversation occurring before they looked back at you.

“I’m Jim, this is Harvey and we’ve seen enough crazy things that this doesn’t sound that terrible,” he said. You smiled and nodded, happy you didn’t need to knock any cops out for once to escape. “So where do you suppose this spirit comes from?” Sam and Dean joined you and Sam held up his laptop showing an article about a large mansion that had once been an orphanage.

“We think here, it seems like there was a violent murder there that closed the orphanage,” he explained. Harvey nodded.

“Ya, like ten years ago some kids decided they didn’t like their nanny and murdered her…by beheading,” Harvey said with a smirk. Jim rolled his eyes and you were mildly disturbed by his morbid fascination. Dean nodded, making the face he made when he was in agreement with someone.

“Awesome,” he said. “Well, where are the bones? We burn ‘em the spirit goes away.” Another look passed between Jim and Harvey.

“They never found a body, supposedly it’s still in the house somewhere,” Harvey explained. You, Sam, and Dean looked at each other and then shrugged. You opened your mouth but Jim held up his hand.

“No you can’t just burn it down, a crime boss lives there now,” he said. The three of you groaned at once.

“This Cas could help with this?” you asked Dean. He shrugged and went off to call him while you and Sam muddled through ideas.

“Come on, let’s go pay Mr. Cobblepot a visit and see if we can get him to let us in,” Jim said. You looked at him quizzically.

“Him and Penguin are buddies,” Harvey said. Jim rolled his eyes.

“Friends with a mob boss…interesting place,” Sam said as Dean rejoined the group.

“Cas will stop by if he can but he’s busy at the moment,” Dean said. “Somewhere in California.”

“He would be too late to help anyway,” Jim said. You smirked, loving the look you would get when you told them what Cas really was.

“He’s an angel, he can be here in an instant,” you said. The detectives glanced between each other with utter disbelief this time. That was on thing they couldn’t fathom, until with a flutter, Cas appeared next to you.

“Hello, I’m here,” he said. Harvey grabbed his chest and Jim jumped nearly 10ft in the air. Cas cocked his head to the side, confused. “Did I scare you?”

“Angel friend?” Jim asked you. You smirked and nodded. “Cas right?”

“Yes, Castiel, but they prefer the shortened version of my name,” he answered. You filled him in on what was going on and he disappeared for another minute before coming back. “The bones are in the house, in the attic, hidden behind a false wall. Now I have to go back to what I was previously doing.”

“Thanks Cas,” Dean said as the angel vanished. “Well, we better get over to that house before someone else becomes Linda Blair.” You all murmured in agreement and followed Jim and Harvey to the mansion. The five of you approached the door which was opened immediately by a short, hook-nosed man who was glaring. “Wow, someone never grew out of their emo phase…” Dean muttered. You snorted a laugh, receiving a deadly glare from the man.

“Hello Oswald, can we have a chat?” Jim asked. Oswald eyed you all before stepping aside. When Dean tried to enter the cane Oswald had blocked his entrance.

“I would recommend you watch your mouth now pretty boy, everyone who works here will put a bullet in you if I tell them too,” he said before allowing the two of you entry. Dean glanced at you and shrugged, nonplussed by the treatment. Not the first time he’d been threatened, and by much scarier things than the emo penguin. Oswald gathered you all into the dining room where he sat back down to his dinner.

“So Oswald, we need in your attic for like 10 minutes if that’s alright,” Jim said, getting right to the point. Oswald took a bite of his food and chewed slowly, making Jim roll his eyes again.

“If you keep doing that detective your eyes are going to get stuck in the back of your head,” you said without thinking. Jim turned to glare at you as Dean, Harvey, and even Oswald snorted a laugh. You just shrugged as Oswald wiped his mouth and set the napkin down.

“Is the reason you want in the attic because there is a body up there from long ago?” he asked. “One that may be possessing my men into acting like murderous, mothering ninnies?” You all turned to him to stare for a moment. “Butch has been insufferable for the last few hours, acting like I am a child and threatening to punish me, if it is because of those old bones do what you need to.”

“Thank you Oswald, I promise this won’t take long,” you said, starting to stand. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back to sit.

“Just in case you are all looking for something else…you stay and keep me company,” he said, holding up his steak knife and looking menacingly at you. Dean glared and Sam stood up to object, causing the other men in the room to grab their guns, but you held up your hand.

“Don’t worry about me boys, I’ll be fine, just go burn those bones and we can get out of here,” you said. Oswald nodded like you had answered correctly. The guys glanced between each other but followed Jim and Harvey upstairs. “So this, Butch is possessed?” you asked. Oswald nodded and continued eating.

“Yes, brandished a cleaver at me, we locked him in the basement for now until this is over,” he said. “I would like my second in command back, he’s good for the muscle work.”

“And don’t tell me, you’re the brains of the operation?” you asked. Oswald smirked and swallowed again, looking at you.

“You are the brains of your operation also,” he said. You laughed and shook your head.

“I’m not sure what I am, Sam in the brains and Dean is the brawn, I’m just, there,” you answered, shrugging some.

“You’re the beauty,” he said. This actually made you blush a little. Before you could speak the guys came back and Dean nodded that the job was done. You threw a smile at Oswald and stood, going back to your boys. “Thank you for your company Y/N.” A moment later and Butch was back in the room, thoroughly back to normal and looking around confused by how late it was.

“You were wonderful company Oswald,” you said, giving him a little curtsy before you left with the detectives and the brothers. You all said goodbye before driving out of the city.

“Well, that place is weird,” Dean said as he drove into the night. You shrugged and settled your head on the window.

“It wasn’t so bad, maybe we should visit again,” you said as the fog dispersed and you were suddenly in the real world again.

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