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growningupgeek · 6 years

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Lonely Roads-November, 2007

Word Count-1,103

Characters-Sam, Dean, Gordon Walker, Lenore.

Warnings-Canon level violence, character deaths, nightmares coming true.

Summary-Supernatural AU diverging from the Season 3 episode Fresh Blood. Inspired by the EW Halloween cover photos and this photo that I found on Google Images. Parts will post on Mondays.

A/N-My thanks to @skybinx-blog and @thegameison97 without you two I don’t think this would ever had seen the light of day. I’ve been writing since I was a teenager and never been this nervous about putting something out. Tags at the end of the story. Please drop me a message or an ask if you want on the list.

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Sam grunted as he pulled the razor wire tighter around Gordon’s neck, ignoring the pain of it cutting into his hands. Gritting his teeth he gave one last sharp tug and the vampire’s head separated from his body sending out a spray of blood in all directions. As he dropped the wire, Sam reflexively licked his lips and swallowed. He looked down at his bleeding hands, then over at Dean pushing himself away from the wall. He pushed down the guilt he felt over killing a fellow hunter, that Gordon had been gone the minute he’d killed those girls back in the vampire’s lair. It had been a monster he’d killed, one that had been dead set on killing both him and Dean.

Sam watched as Dean walked towards him, eyes drifting to Gordon’s headless corpse. When he looked back at Sam there were questions and just a touch of humor in his eyes. Sam raised his eyebrows in response as Dean’s eyes drifted away again and headed for his brother. He limped up next to Dean, who turned with him towards the door.

“You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon,” he ground out as they walked. “That’s a little reckless, don’t ya think?”

With his time taken up by hunts and trying to find a way to get Dean out of his crossroads deal it took Sam a while to notice the changes in himself. The first thing he noticed was that his daily runs weren’t taking as much out of him as usual and that he was making better time on them. He blew it off and just began running more miles feeling good about the increase in his stamina and strength. When he noticed that his reflexes were getting better he attributed that to working out too. As his eating habits changed from salads to rare burgers he started having problems just blowing off the changes.

It was during one of his late night research sessions on demon deals that he realized what was happening to him. He kept getting distracted by the sound of a drumbeat and rushing water, but couldn’t identify the source. He searched around the room unable to concentrate on anything else until he found it. Fear gripped him when he finally identified Dean as the source of the sounds. It was his heartbeat and the blood rushing through his veins that he was hearing. Sam grabbed his phone and bolted from the room, not wanting to hurt his brother.

He found the number Lenore had given him so long ago and stood in the darkness at the edge of the parking lot with his thumb over the contact, wondering if it would even work. A wonderful scent reached him, like the cookies Jess used to make him. He looked up too see a young woman walking by and his mouth started to water as sharp pain in his gums made him squeeze down on his phone. He held it to his ear as he ran a finger around his mouth feeling the fangs that had sprouted. He felt his heart drop, one of his worst nightmares was coming true.

“Hello,” said a male voice in his ear.

Sam mumbled around his new teeth, “I’m looking for Lenore.”

There was shuffling on the other end of the line. “This is Lenore.”

“Thank God,” Sam sighed. “It’s Sam Winchester and I think I have a problem.”

Lenore gave him a crash course in controlling his new cravings and powers over the phone. He agreed to call her when he could get away from Dean for a few days to meet with some other vampires like her and set up some kind of supply line for him to get blood. He hoped that he could keep this a secret from Dean long enough to get him out of his deal. The luck gods weren’t with him though.

It was barely two weeks later that Dean started asking questions that Sam didn’t want to answer. And once he went into nosy big brother mode there was no turning back. Once again he turned to Lenore, putting in motion a plan that would end with him leaving Dean behind forever.

The two men crept towards the house where Ruby’s intel said that Lilith was holed up. They split up: Dean heading for the front door, Sam for the back. Dean was clearing the upstairs rooms when he heard Sam’s voice.

“Shit! It’s a trap,” Sam yelled. “Dean, there’s a bomb! Get the hell out of here!”

Dean sprinted down the stairs and out the front door, only stopping when he got to the Impala. He watched the house as the seconds ticked by, waiting to see a flash of chestnut hair or the brown jacket that Sam had been wearing. He was just heading back to the house when he heard the muffled explosion and saw flames shoot out the basement windows. His steps sped up as he gave into the need to find Sam, only to be blown back by a second stronger explosion, that threw him against his car. The last thing he felt before everything went black was his head hitting sheet metal.

When he came around, Bobby was kneeling next to him. Behind Bobby, Dean could see that the house was totally engulfed in flame. He tried to stand up but the world spun around him, he dropped to his knees and stared at the fire with blurred vision, unable to stop the choked sob that ripped from his throat. He couldn’t even shake off the hand that Bobby placed on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, boy,” Bobby’s gruff voice was filled with emotion. “I checked around, there’s no sign of him.”

Dean let out an almost inhuman scream that could have been Sam’s name.

Sam watched from the nearby woods with an aching heart as Bobby tried to comfort Dean. He almost went to them but the knowledge of what they would feel they had to do kept him at Lenore’s side. Her touch on his arm distracted him.

“I’ve got a friend who knows someone who has access to books that might help him,” she said softly.

He looked down at her, his enhanced senses making the firelit darkness as bright as day to him. “Why would you help me save him?”

“Don’t you get it,,” she asked. “You’re family now, that makes him family by extension. If there’s a way to save him we’ll help you find it.”

He smiled at her as the two of them slipped off into the darkness.

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faequeen40 · 6 years

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Past the Point of No Return

One of the song prompts I’ve been working on. This one was a lot of fun to write!!

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The sun above made Keith seriously consider his life choices, a piercing violet glare thrown in Shiro’s direction for good measure. It hadn’t been his idea to stand on the roadside in the middle of August in order to help gather donations for the upcoming holiday season and the ever popular “Shop with a Firefighter”.

It was a good cause, sure.

But it was so fucking hot.

“I honestly don’t know how you roped me into this.” He huffed, continuing to glower at Shiro even as his Captain laughed.

“You did it because it’s a good idea.” Shiro smirked, “And because you really didn’t want me to post that picture of you cuddling Red to the Firehouse website.”

“I wasn’t cuddling! I had fallen asleep on the couch and she curled up with me!”

“You were cuddling the Firehouse cat and nothing you can say will ever convince me otherwise.” Shiro laughed, wiping at the sweat on his own brow, “Besides, our shift is almost over.”

“Our fundraising shift is almost over.” Keith grumbled, “After this, we have to go to the high school for that demonstration thing.”

“And you act like you don’t love getting to completely drench the entire parking lot.”

Keith couldn’t help but grin at that, crossing his arms over his chest. There wasn’t a lot that he could argue with there. Even high schoolers got a kick out of seeing the fire hose in action.

He also may have continuously aimed for this one really shitty teacher’s car. His aim wasn’t great but it was the thought that counted. “We’re doing the demonstration after school right?”

“Yeah, apparently the administration was worried that we would be disruptive this year.” Shiro hummed, lifting one brow as he gave a Keith a pointed look.

“I didn’t start that food fight.”

Shiro only laughed, turning away to walk up to one of the cars that had stopped nearby, the driver looking up at Shiro in a strange half-admiration/half-awe sort of way.

Shiro tended to have that effect on people.

Keith turned to the stoplight on his side and glared at the continuously green light. It would turn soon and he’d need to see if any of the cars stopped would be willing to even roll their windows down in this heat. Most of the people in the area were kind enough to give a bit but even the nicest place in the world had its fair share of assholes.

Grumbling, he dragged his hand through his bangs, the sweat gathering there threatening to slick them back against his skull. He grimaced at the feeling and lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe at his face.

Whoever decided that wearing black in August was a good idea was an idiot….

That would definitely still be him. Whatever. He was going to blame Shiro.

He let the t shirt fall away just in time to make eye contact with the driver of a quickly approaching blue mini-van. The man driving had the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen and an expression of complete distraction.

Keith was even kinda sure he was gaping at the moment.

And he wasn’t slowing down. Like at all.

That was definitely a yellow light.

Even if this guy was gorgeous, Keith couldn’t really encourage him in what was probably going to result in running a red light.

“Hey! Slow down!”

His words seemed to pull the man from his stupor and his face abruptly turned panicked, a pterodactyl-like screech pulling itself from him as he continued to drive forward, speed almost seeming to increase.

The van’s tires crossed the white line just as the light turned red and the screeching resolved itself into some very pleasant if a bit panicked singing that Keith could clearly hear as the van rushed past him.

“Past the point of no return, no going back now!”

Keith couldn’t help but bark out a surprised laugh, pushing his bangs out of his face so he could stare incredulously after the van in question. That-admittedly, very cute-guy had just run a red light and was justifying it himself by singing the Phantom of the Opera.

What even was life?

“What the hell was that all about?” Shiro chuckled, coming up beside him as the lanes Keith was responsible for started filling up.

“Some guy just ran the red light while singing Phantom of the Opera.” Keith said incredulously, body moving on autopilot to the first car in the lane.

“Probably not the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen doing this but it’s definitely a top ten.”

~~~~

“So you’re telling me that thanks to a very hot firefighter, you had a slight gay crisis and may or may not have run a red light on your way to work this morning?” Hunk laughed, leaning against the stage behind him, a hand over his eyes as he tried desperately not to laugh at Lance’s put off expression.

Lance scowled at him, reorganizing his notes for rehearsal for the fourth time as he refused to look at his best friend. “I didn’t ‘run a red light’. I was the past the point of no return. Couldn’t have stopped.”

“Yeah, and you totally weren’t so distracted by said hot firefighter that you didn’t start stopping in time.” Hunk snorted, losing the battle with his giggles.

“You didn’t see him though, Hunk!” Lance whined, letting his forehead hit his desk with a resounding thunk, “Those were the kind of abs that one can only fantasize about. You don’t see that in real life!”

“Gay crisis notwithstanding, you’re pretty lucky you didn’t get hurt.” Hunk said seriously, Lance quailing a bit under his patented ‘teacher face’.

“You make such a good shop teacher.” Lance grumbled, “I bet no one ever gets hurt in your class because they don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Don’t change the subject, bro.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help it.” Lance sighed, “I know. I was pretty lucky. But the situation is behind us. I’ll probably never see that firefighter again and I need to focus on my show this weekend.”

“Speaking of, you might be a little too immersed.”

“How so?”

Hunk’s grin returned and he gestured to the desk in front of them. “Well first of all, your first reaction to going over the ‘point of no return’ was to actually start singing ‘Past the Point of No Return’. And all this? Lance, your rehearsal doesn’t start for two more hours. Everyone is going to that demonstration before they get into club activities.”

“It’s not that great.”

“The firefighters douse the entire parking lot and one of them almost always aims for Lotor’s car and completely soaks the interior. It’s absolutely worth seeing just to watch how mad he gets.” Hunk countered, “Plus, don’t you want to see if you can run into your hot firefighter again?”

“No!” Lance shrieked, “I literally told you my whole embarrassing story and you think I want to see him again?!”

“Kind of? I’m getting mixed signals here.”

“Absolutely not!”

Hunk huffed out a frustrated sigh and walked over to where Lance was slumped behind his desk, almost compulsively organizing everything. “I know it’s Hell Week but you need some time out of here. You let the kids go to the demonstration for the same reason, right? They need you in prime shape too!”

“There’s so much work to get done!”

“Bro, either you go or I tell Pidge the whole story about your hot firefighter.”

Lance sat up abruptly and glared at his best friend, clutching his notes almost protectively to his chest. “You wouldn’t.”

“Definitely would.”

“What are we telling Pidge?”

The gremlin in question popped her head out from props on the stage, paint streaking one cheek and a flashing contraption clutched in her hand.

“Nothing!” Lance squeaked, sending sharp looks between the two of them.

“I could almost sense some kind of blackmail material going down.” Pidge grinned, disappearing back within the prop, her voice echoing through the empty theatre, “And I will not rest until it is mine.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.” Lance growled, throwing a dark expression in Hunk’s direction, the broad man only lifting his hands in an effort at placation even as he laughed.

“I’ll fill you in later, Pidge. But your purpose as a threat has been useful.” Hunk laughed, following along as Lance trudged toward the theatre doors.

“I aim to serve.”

“Don’t set anything on fire!” Lance hissed, voice carrying easily through the back stage area.

“I’m a professional, Lance. You didn’t hire me to set shit on fire. You hired me to make this show fucking awesome.” Pidge said airily, “Beside, fire comes later. We’re not rehearsing that part today.”

Lance hesitated for a moment before Hunk continued to push him the rest of the way out of the door. “Nah, buddy. We need fresh air and the wonderful poetic justice of Lotor’s inevitable freak out. You can worry about Pidge and her inscrutable life choices when you come back. Let’s go be easily entertained like teenagers again.”

A sigh pulled itself from Lance’s chest and he simply let his oldest friend pull him along, the promise of fresh air doing more than to perk him up than he really wanted to admit. It really had been a hellacious week already and with two more days left until the show’s opening night, it didn’t show signs of getting any better.

Putting on the Phantom of the Opera at such a small school was ambitious, almost scarily so. Allura was letting him take this risk with the school’s Theatre department and he didn’t want to let her down. He certainly didn’t want his kids to be ashamed of this performance. It was part of the reason why he was trying so hard.

That and he’d always dreamed of being a part of this production. It was a teenage dream come true.

He wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of that.

The August heat hit him like a brick to the face and he frowned, this morning’s issue with his car’s air condition nearly forgotten until he had decided to let Hunk drag him back out into the almost oppressive air.

He squinted through the blinding sun and almost turned around and marched right back into the building.

The sleek red fire engine parked right in front of the school gleamed in the intense sunlight, the small crowd of high schoolers not doing much to block Lance’s vision.

And for once, Lance was absolutely not grateful for that.

Because, lo and behold, there stood his hot firefighter in all his muscled, mulleted glory.

It wasn’t fair!

Any other time, Lance would be on that. He would be on that so fast he’d leave a cloud of dust in his wake….but this firefighter had absolutely seen his embarrassing display this morning.

There was no way he could simply waltz up and hit on him now!

Lance whined as Hunk continued to drag him closer, actively digging in his feet now that he knew for a fact that the firefighter responsible for his slight panic this morning was here.

What was he going to do?

~~~~

The crowd of students surrounding the fire engine was far smaller than Keith was used to and he tried not to let the lack of turn out bring down his mood. The demonstrations really were some of his favorite things to do and while high schoolers didn’t get nearly as excited as the elementary school students did, they had their own special brand of enthusiasm.

A lot of the students seemed to be excited just to be outside which was something that Keith absolutely couldn’t understand.

It was hot as fuck out right now.

“You are going to do the hose thing, right?” One of the students asked excitedly, her phone bobbing in her hold.

“Of course we are.” Shiro answered brightly, ever ready to answer any of the questions posed during these demonstrations.

Keith wasn’t always great with words and may have made a few children cry in years past. They all just agreed to let him be the one to man the hose instead.

It worked out.

He went about the motions of setting the hose up, double and triple checking every valve he could think of just to be safe. While watching the hose was fun, he didn’t want any of the kids to be in danger around the potentially dangerous piece of equipment.

Satisfied with his checks, he lounged against the side of the engine, peering out over the parking lot in an effort to identify his intended target. It was a yearly tradition at this point and he was definitely going to go out of his way to douse Mr. Prince’s car.

It wasn’t hard to find.

No one else would drive a car that shade of gaudy orange, the blue detailing almost as eye-searing. And it was in such a perfect spot too.

No collateral damage.

It’s almost like everyone wanted that particular car to get hit.

A grin pulled at his lips and he made to turn around when he caught sight of another familiar vehicle.

The blue minivan.

Its windows were still down, the beat up exterior speaking of a long and varied life of experiences. Judging by the way it had been driven earlier, Keith wasn’t altogether surprised at how dinged up it appeared.

Phantom guy wasn’t kind to his car.

But seeing as the minivan was here, that meant he probably worked at Altea High. It was the smallest school in the county and Keith had never run into too many people who worked there, Lotor notwithstanding.

He was also parked in the faculty lot so that meant Phantom guy was a teacher.

Keith pushed down the thought and turned back to the crowd, steeling himself for working with the hose. What would he even do if he ran into Phantom guy again?

Sure he was cute but literally their only interaction had been that awkward moment of eye contact before Phantom guy had run a red light.

He was probably too busy with grading papers to come watch anyway.

As he pulled the hose into position, Keith tried to pretend he wasn’t disappointed.

“Ready?” Shiro called, catching his attention with a loud clap.

Keith nodded, planting his feet as best he could and giving a slight bend to his knees. The pressure of the hose was always a shock, a wave of force that could easily knock someone off their feet. Shiro had been knocked backwards before during a demonstration but Keith was smaller, stockier.

There was no way in hell this hose was gonna take him down.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he pointed the hose skyward, the water cascading in a deluge out over the parking lot and blowing back over the students, their delighted screeches making him grin. Carefully, he maneuvered the unwieldy hose, tongue sticking out between his teeth as he tried to line up the hose just right.

A wordless howl of rage let him know that he’d hit right on target.

Hitting Lotor’s car was always his favorite part.

Maybe next time he’d roll up his windows.

The pressure to the hose eased off slowly as Shiro continued with the rest of his presentation and Keith took the opportunity to wind up the giant piece of equipment and stretch the kinks out of his arms.

Holding that much pressure steady was hell on his arms.

A burst of laugher made him glance up, face flushing as he saw the man from this morning looking anywhere but in his direction while the mountain of a man beside him laughed loudly.

His…uh, his car didn’t really do him justice.

Phantom guy was gorgeous.

When he wasn’t gaping like some kind of startled fish, he was actually pretty handsome, the ‘gonna double take in public’ kind of handsome.

And tall.

Keith couldn’t not want to climb that.

His mouth went dry as it was his turn to gape at the very hot teacher, the students rushing past him to return to whatever after school activities they had neglected to come watch the demonstration. Several students called out words of greeting to Phantom guy and he returned them warmly.

Whatever Phantom guy taught, his students loved him a lot.

It kind of made Keith curious.

Surely it wouldn’t hurt to go introduce himself, make sure things were okay?

Psssh, who was he kidding? Talking? Like an actual person?

That sounded entirely too terrifying.

Besides, Phantom guy looked very embarrassed right about now.

Shiro clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of anxious thoughts and making him shut his jaw with an audible click. “I see you managed to hit it again.”

“That almost make it too easy.” Keith grinned, gesturing to the drenched car, “No one ever wants to park around him when we come to do these.”

Shiro laughed and squeezed his shoulder. “The new principal seems to get a kick out of it anyway. She says she wants to give us an official tour of the school.”

“We’ve been here so many times though?” Keith hummed, confused even as he followed after Shiro’s retreating figure.

“She says that they’ve changed a lot.” Shiro shrugged, his own eyes going wide as Altea’s new principal met them at the doors, her long white hair thrown up in a messy bun, and paint streaked jeans held up by mismatched suspenders.

“Oh! There you are! Sorry about my mess. I’ve been helping in the Theatre department. They have a big production coming up.” She rushed, a genuine smile pulling at her lips.

Keith took one look at Shiro’s shell shocked expression and smirked. Oh this was the perfect pay back for the cat cuddling picture.

“Why don’t you go with the Principal, Captain? I’d like to see this Theatre department.” Keith said sneakily, Shiro’s flushing glare going completely ignored.

“Oh, that’s perfectly fine! We’re very proud of it. Mr. McLain has been a great addition to our staff. We’re actually putting on the Phantom of the Opera this year thanks to him.”

Keith nodded along quietly, the principal chattering away as she led Shiro into the school, the Captain pointing to his eyes before pointing to Keith himself.

“That picture still exists.”

“Your face still exists.” Keith retorted, grimacing as Shiro left his line of sight.

He took a few steps into the air conditioned building and simply sighed, the coolness of the air immediately putting him in a better mood.

What else could he ask for?

He was cooled off, he had once again managed to hit Lotor’s car and he now had prime teasing material for Shiro.

Today wasn’t that bad a day after all.

The pitter patter of quick steps startled him and a familiar head of brown hair peeked around the corner, suspicious gaze going bright with excitement. “Keith!”

Keith blinked for a moment before a smile broke out over his own face and he stepped forward to greet one of his best friends. “Pidge! What are you doing here? I know you can pass for a high schooler but I didn’t think you’d try to sneak into one for fun.”

Pidge grimaced and gestured for him to follow her as she continued to walk. “Ha ha, very funny. I was hired by the Theatre director to be in charge of some special effects for the show. So far it’s all coming together pretty good. Hunk and I make a pretty great team when it comes to making stuff.”

“He must be pretty serious if he hired you.” Keith mused, following after Pidge and absently carrying the mess she jabbed into his space, “Don’t you usually do more robotics based work?”

“I may or may not have owed Lance a favor.” Pidge grumbled, leading him down the hallway and continuously adding to his load.

“That and you can’t help but show off a bit.”

“You got me in a box there.” Pidge sighed, holding open a set of double doors for Keith to walk through.

Loud music echoed through the theatre and Keith barely suppressed a bark of laughter when he recognized the words being sung by the boy on the stage, a girl standing directly opposite him in a brightly colored dress.

”Past the point of no return, no going back now…”

“Stop! Just…stop.” A distinctly male voice called out, clearly tired and a little irritated, “Mark, I love you but right now you’re not giving me Phantom vibes. You’re giving me the vibes of a tired old man. This is a huge part of the show. You need to have some energy.”

“Gotcha, Mr. McLain.” The boy sighed, “I’m just really hungry.”

“There’s a couple of granola bars in the bag next to my desk. Grab one and watch. I’ll run through the scene with Clarisse. She missed Monday so I want her to make sure she’s got the rest of the scene.”

“Oh, this oughta be good.” Pidge grinned, nudging Keith with a shoulder, “Come with me.”

Setting down the bundle in his arms, Keith followed Pidge’s direction obediently, the two of them moving around the side of the stage so they could see the entire set up. His tech gremlin of a friend sat them in the far back but there was no mistaking the man on stage.

It was Phantom guy.

Certain things made way more sense now.

He fit into the scene almost seamlessly, everything about him just enthralling Keith. His voice was beautiful and he moved with purpose, circling the small girl on the stage with a grace that bordered on ethereal.

Keith was on the edge of his seat for the entire scene, fingers curling over the seat in front of him as Phantom guy, no, Lance chased the actress over the stage, lithe frame swinging from the sturdy set pieces and cutting her off at every turn.

Throw in the deeply thrilling song currently being sung?

Keith had never been jealous of a fifteen year old before but this might be a first.

Then just as quickly as it started, it was over and Keith was left wanting, a need to know this Lance better digging at him.

Pidge leaned back in the chair beside him, kicking her feet up over the chair in front of her, a wicked look in her hazel eyes. “He’s single by the way.”

Keith sputtered at her words, trying and failing to dissuade her from that line of thinking but nothing would come.

She had him.

“Although, if you’re gonna ask him out you might want to specify it for after this weekend. I’ve never seen someone so devoted to a fucking show before.”

“What makes you think I’ll ask him out?”

“You want him to ask you? It does seem a bit like his style.”

“Pidge.”

“Keith.”

“I wouldn’t even know how to ask him out.”

“Easy. You wanna go get dinner some time?”

“That’s not how I work and you know it.”

“Okay, fine. Wanna go set shit on fire with me?”

Keith groaned and climbed to his feet, intent on making his way back to the engine and waiting for Shiro to return. Pidge let him go without a word although the grin on her face did make him slightly nervous.

Pidge didn’t just let things go.

He walked by the front of the stage as quietly as he could, not wanting to interrupt their rehearsal when a loud yelp caught his attention and he found himself with his arms full of a very attractive, very shocked drama teacher.

A mechanical floor panel slowly lowered itself back into the stage proper as both men watched, the two of them still with shock before turning their gazes back to each other.

“Guess I’ve fallen for you.”

What.

~~~~

Oh my god, what did he just say.

Could the ground open up and swallow him now?

Lance resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands, the relative ease of the firefighter’s hold on him making his mind wander places that it definitely shouldn’t while on school property.

“Uh, what?”

Eloquent. Articulate.

Not that Lance could fault him after all. That definitely wasn’t his best line.

“Good thing I was here to catch you?” The firefighter tried, an adorable awkwardness in his answer that made Lance want to curl around him and squeal.

“Mr. McLain are you okay?”

Sweet Clarisse. If only she had given him like five more minutes.

Gingerly, the firefighter lowered his legs to the floor, holding on to his waist like he was afraid that Lance might fall again.

He might if that guy wasn’t careful. Gonna take an express ride to swoonville. Population Lance.

“I’m okay. We’ll just need to be careful around that panel. I know Pidge said it was weight activated but I didn’t think it was quite that touchy.”

The firefighter didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, his fingers making aborted moves towards letting go of him but seeming to be unsure if he should.

“I really should thank you.” Lance tried, turning in the man’s hold to look at him properly.

Damn it. No one should be that pretty up close.

He could even excuse the mullet.

The mullet.

“It was no problem. I’m just glad you aren’t hurt.” He said softly, pretty violet eyes a little nervous.

“I’m Lance by the way.”

“Keith.”

“As thanks, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner? My treat?” Lance tried, a voice that sounded suspiciously like his older brother berating him about asking out the firefighter he’d embarrassed himself in front of this morning.

“Are you asking me out?”

“Would you be amenable to that?”

“I mean…yeah, but…”

~~~~

Keith had no idea what his life was.

Hot drama teacher literally falls into his arms and then asks him out.

What is life?

“But what?” Lance asks, a somewhat apprehensive look on his face.

A smirk pulled itself over his face and Keith felt his arms cross over his chest. “You’ll have to promise not to run any more red lights to get us there.”

Crimson danced across Lance’s face and the drama teacher turned away from him with a cough. “I’ll do my best. Just as long as you promise not to distract me.”

“No promises.”

A grin curved over his face and Keith walked towards theatre entrance, glancing back to see Lance watching him intently. “I’ll come find you after the last show. Sunday at 2 right?”

“I’ll be the one with the rainbow bowtie!”

Keith laughed as he left, excitement pooling in his chest.

This may not have been the weirdest fundraiser day he’d ever had but it was definitely the best.

Especially when he got a date with the Phantom guy out of it.

Part of my birthday bomb!

#holyshitiwritefanfiction #voltron #klance #modern au #this got really fucking long and i still didn't write as much as i really wanted to #i might continue this at one point #it was a lot of fun to write #kinda wrote this a little messy

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livingthroughliteracy · 7 years

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My...Lady? - 4

Part 4

Part 1, 2, 3

Ao3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Ladynoir, Adrinette

Words: 4,802

Description: Adrien is struggling with his feelings for Marinette and how to understand them. Then, he is introduced to a scary new concept. Sexuality.

This chapter would not have been made possible without the help and collaboration of Naminamae, a writer on Ao3 who is lurking in the comments and in this story. Thank you so much, hun!

Notes: *nervous laughter* H-hi guys. It's been a while with this one.

Ok, not gonna lie, I wrote myself into a rut on this one and then kinda didn't know how to get out then forgot about it cause omg I love Just Like Clockwork and everyone and their fucking cat wants Scrawl Mates but I'm really hoping I'm gonna be able to just keep on rolling with this one.

Here's to hoping I'm not a total failure at posting. jk i totally am

Adrien swore if they were doing a shoot based on animals he’d be the perfect candidate to play a dog or cat with how much he was groaning and growling.

He sat forward in his makeup chair, his fingers coming to press into his temples as he contemplated his chances of breaking an ankle while falling off the stage and being kept from ever having to face Marinette. The large light-bulbs bombarding his eyes with their glow weren’t much help for his headache either.

He rubbed circles into the sides of his head to try and relieve his pounding mind and it worked...until his makeup artist nearly keeled over before imitating a pterodactyl running at him with makeup sponges outstretched in claw like nails.

“Don’t ruin my contour!” They (he couldn’t tell their gender) screeched before huffing and knocking his hands forcefully away. His temporary relief was once again robbed from him as they passive-aggressively pounded their blending tools into his face. In their attempt to make him look like anything but himself they only managed to worsen his headache.

As he put his face at the mercy of the professionals around him he couldn’t stop the memories of how he had handled things from going through his head. He watched as they crafted him a new face with nothing more than pigments and brushes.

If only they do could the same with his brain.

”A-Are we friends, Adrien?” Bounced around his head like a released piece of flubber.

He ground his teeth as he remembered his response of a dumbstruck, ”I don’t know what you mean. I thought we always were.”

Marinette’s face had grown red then, and she’d gone silent. Saying that she should get home before it started raining.

He remembered the moment he helped her lift her boxes of clothing into the cars and closed the door behind her, offering a small and sad wave as a goodbye.

A wave. A WAVE?

That was honestly the best he had been able to muster after being slapped in the face by the question and then pummeled by her sudden departure.

He guessed that she didn’t really understand just how much she meant to him since she didn’t know that she was indeed his Lady. But he still didn’t have to make her feel like she might have been the stupid one for not having realized they were friends before.

He sat forward after the eccentric face-paint wielding goonies of the shoot had left, resting his elbows on the vanity before him and his hands on his head; this time in his hair to avoid another makeup mishap. The hairdresser hadn’t been to him so they wouldn’t have him scalped just yet.

All around him he heard the chatter of the models and their artists and how they got along, but he had never really found that kind of a connection in this industry. There wasn’t anyone here to talk to him, to keep him company. Even Plagg had been left in his bag for safety reasons; leaving Adrien completely and utterly alone.

Well, he would have been alone if not for the thoughts that were bombarding him nonstop like the flashing bulbs behind the curtain he would be waving aside in just a moment.

How was he supposed to think with these kinds of stupid scenes bouncing around his head?

Her eyes looking ever so slightly sad and regretful for asking.

The sight of her hands shaking as she had packed up the last of her new outfits, having opted to stay in the band T and jeans.

The way she had blatantly opted to look at her folded hands in her lap as she had stepped into the car instead of at him.

The softly whispered appreciation for the clothes, nothing more.

The way her shoulders had shifted to dig out her phone as the car had started rolling down the street.

Oh, god, how was he supposed to do this?

The worst part was, that he wasn’t being messed up this much due to it being her. No, he was having his mind utterly destroyed by the fact that whenever Marinette had done this as a girl he had just felt sad, but now? He felt his soul being torn from his body and thrown to the seventh circle of hell for offending the young woman.

She was different now. There was no mistaking it. While her outer appearance was only a temporary change, the inner parts--the built up and renewed confidence--was something that he had longed to see in her. And yet, it felt as if he might have ruined that.

Yesterday was the first time in years she had been really able to look him in the eye and was able to really have a conversation with him. Now, he had gone and made her feel different again. Made her feel like she had inadequately judged their relationship for god knows how long

Call time was in ten minutes, but he couldn’t get the thought of her, him, out of his head.

The only thing all day that roused him from his dreary thoughts was a rucas being stirred up a few mirrors down.

One of the older models--still in his early twenties, mind you--was being torn to shreds and accused by a young woman who was pretty enough, but honestly nothing special.

Adrien knew the young man in question by name and nothing more. He didn’t make friends with the other models, he found them too absorbed with their carriers to really be of any good conversation while at a shoot. And he never got a chance to talk to them outside of work so the opportunity for friendships was lost to the work ethic and lack of motivation.

What was this young man’s name? Jaalab or something. He knew that everyone called him JB for short because no one could ever pronounce his name right.

It saddened him for a moment that he didn’t even know his own co workers’ names.

It wasn’t anything new for an old flame to show up to give their ex a piece of their mind. Hence why none of the other models batted an eye as the young woman wrestled her way through security and he allowed her to stay to hear her out.

Adrien was about to throw on his headset that Nino had given him to tune out the noise but was drawn into the conversation not by how everything was being discussed, but by what was being shouted.

“You left me with nothing.” The young woman squawked as JB waved off the last of the security officers.

He looked surprisingly calm for being screamed at by a young woman who looked like she might erupt.

“I didn’t leave you with nothing. You ruined your own career after you tried to use your position at the publishing house to ruin my reputation,” JB said calmly as he touched up his own hair in the mirror before him, his slight accent slipping out. Persian by chance?

The girl looked fit to burst as he went on ignoring her. “What the hell do you expect me to do?! You left me for my ex-boyfriend!”

Adrien went stock still, his eyes shooting sideways to watch JB.

He’d left a girl for a guy?

JB cracked a smile and looked at her through the mirror. “Tessa, darling,”--so that was her name--”you were finished with him obviously. I just took advantage of the situation and got into a better relationship. What’s one woman’s trash is another man’s pleasure.”

He’d purred out the last word, making Adrien shiver as he was forced to remember his own persona saying something similar to Ladybug on one regrettable late night.

Tessa faked a gag as tears of anger welled up in her eyes. “You could have at least left me for a girl instead of turning around and becoming a cock-sucker.”

JB merely winked. “Darling, I’ve told you before. I pitch and catch for both teams. Now, if you don’t have anything of substance to say to me beyond your belligerent babbling I will have you escorted from the premises and I’ll be sure to get a restraining order filed at my next convenience. Alright? Okay, buh-bye now.”

He waved her off and she was grabbed by two security guards before she could launch herself at the cool young man. He easily slid from his chair and strode down the aisle towards the clothing portion of the stage.

Profanity followed him as JB made his way towards the catwalk, Adrien’s stare of amazement apparently catching his eye.

When the model stopped before him Adrien sucked in a breath, realizing he had been caught eavesdropping.

He smiled bitterly at the young blond. “Enjoying the show?”

Adrien choked on his own tongue as he tried to form a sentence, or even just a thought in response.

JB waited a moment longer before scoffing and heading towards the stage.

Adrien seemed to regain his wits just as the other model was about to step into wardrobe. “Wait!”

JB stopped in his tracks, spinning on his heels like he was expecting a fight, but seemed surprised to find Adrien stumbling from his chair to catch up with him.

“What?” He asked, his voice just hinting at demanding, but more so curious than anything.

Adrien seemed out of breath, or was it just because his heart was racing?

Why was he nervous to try and talk to this man anyway?

Besides, what was he going to say?

“Did you say earlier that you were dating a guy?” Adrien found himself stuttering out.

What.

The.

Hell.

Alright then, that’s what he was going to say.

Where did that even come from? He didn’t know. But now it was out in the air and by the look on JB’s face, it wasn’t much appreciated just hanging there, waiting to be acknowledged.

Just as Adrien was beginning to fear that he himself would be escorted from the shoot JB sighed and seemed to look very very annoyed.

“What are you gonna call me a name now too?” He asked nearly dejectedly as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Shoot, Adrien thought as his hands burst out into a sweating fit. His mouth going dry from anxiety he couldn’t express. I may have overdone it. Abort. Abort. Mission failed.

Adrien quickly tried to stutter out an apology. “What? N-no! I didn’t--I mean--that’s not what--”

He didn’t see as JB’s hand came up to rest weightily on his shoulder, suddenly ceasing his ramblings. “What do you want?” His voice was smooth and his words as articulate as a human could possibly manage.

Adrien found his throat ceasing to work, but his mouth was still working. His voice sounded hoarse and breathy even to himself and his ears didn’t quite process it as the next question formed itself on his tongue; rolling out of the guard of his teeth only half finished into an amalgamation of possibly offensive ideas.

“Wh-what are you? What’s that called? Liking both genders?”

JB looked like he had been punched in the face, honest surprise leaking through the tough demeanor. He studied Adrien for a moment before realization seemed to hit him just as suddenly as the inquisitions had.

“Wait, you’re that Agreste kid, right?”

A nod.

JB brought his hand up to run through his hair as a low whistle escaped his lips. “So, I guess the rumors about your dad being strict are true. And I’m guessing not even close to the real deal?”

Another nod.

Another low whistle and a small laugh this time.

“Do you know what sexuality is?” JB asked after a moment of clearing his throat.

Adrien was a little shocked by the question. He knew it probably wasn’t vulgar in nature, but the matter of “sex” and anything to do with it was always treated as taboo in the Agreste household. So, whenever the word, or anything that sounded like it had come up, he had tried to avoid or even change the subject. Thus, was his upbringing and it was too drilled into his head for him to not follow.

Getting to know what a sextant was an interesting experience, to say the least.

“N-no. Is that something profane?” He nearly squeaked, his voice pitching higher and sounding more innocent than he already felt.

He coughed and attempted to restate the question but his voice just cracked again. He gave up when JB cracked a small smirk at the young man’s struggles

JB looked like had just discovered a newfound gem, or a new joke. He let out a small laugh and shook his head.

“It’s only profane if you think it is. Look, the show is about to start. We can sneak out of the after party tonight to find somewhere else to talk. Okay?”

Adrien nodded, his jaw locking. JB gave him a devilish grin and a wink as he chuckled, turning around and heading over to the costume designers.

Adrien ran his hand through his hair, his head feeling light and buzzing and his lungs seeming to work again as he took a deep breath. At least the headache had ceased for a little while.

What was he doing? He was talking to a model he had never spoken to before, about personal information and an apparently possibly vulgar topic that he shouldn’t even know about.

Sexuality. He tossed the term around his head and shuddered. Even the word itself sounded disgusting to his mind.

And yet...intriguing.

Adrien followed the young man with his eyes, watching how he moved and acted so fluid and comfortable in his own skin, even as he stripped just to boxers and was dressed in an outfit by lingering hands.

If he was this comfortable with himself, even after being shouted at about dating a guy…

Maybe...maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

This was a terrible idea.

Adrien found himself suddenly being torn from a conversation with a designer from Mullan by a firm hand encompassing his elbow. He turned on his heels and let his legs pinwheel under him to keep his balance as he was jerked inconsistently through the crowd.

He looked to find the person apparently taking him hostage to be none other than JB. The jerking motion of his tugging being caused by parting people in the crowd and slipping through before they had a chance to seal back together like a bleeding wound.

Adrien was vaguely aware they were being led by a half empty bottle of Rosé but was more worried about the pressure the model was putting on his arm. His grip was intense with his fingers mindlessly digging into Adrien’s bicep and elbow crook to the point of making the bones grind as it bent.

Adrien didn’t see anyone open the venue’s front doors but soon they were stepping through out onto the front balcony overlooking the garden and front drive.

JB didn’t seem as spatially aware as he might have thought as he spun on Adrien, suddenly having the blond press into him as the closing doors at his back forced the two together.

There was a moment of hot breaths mixing and Adrien being tempted to try and toss the man aside Chat-style and make a break for it.

The time for his cat-like strength never came, however. He was saved by JB drunkenly falling forward, laughing, before he backed away in a stumble towards a metal deck chair and table.

Adrien stood horrified as JB craned his neck back over his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I don’t make passes at people more than two years younger than me.”

Adrien grimaced at the thought of being hit on by this man and decided to move away from the door but stay a respectful distance away from the drunk before him.

Well, this wasn’t going as planned, but Adrien could already tell why things had been so rushed.

The half empty bottle of wine was slapped down on the table that JB slumped at, his hand coming to comb through his thick dark locks as he rubbed his temple with the heel of his palm. JB shot Adrien a toothy grin when he noticed the blond’s stare and took another swig of wine, downing at least another eight of the bottle in one go.

Adrien shuddered at the thought of this being the man that was about to give him advice or teach him anything that had to do with humans, let alone attractions or anything to do with sex. Still, as the inebriated model pointed to the chair next to him Adrien found himself cautiously moving to sit beside the now sprawling and laughing man.

JB took a moment, wiping tears from his eyes at some unspoken joke that caused him such joy. He sniffed and looked out over the lit up garden that surrounded the drive and Adrien followed his eyes.

The lighting was perfect, cascading over bushes and trees perfectly to set fire to their leaves in the hues of pink and purple. He wondered absently if any of the flowers he saw actually were that color or if it were just the brilliant setting. The gravel drive that dug a rut through the bushes looked almost like something from a fairytale.

A pathway to a new world.

Adrien sat a little more easily in his chair and folded his arms over his chest as he looked up at the night sky, then back down to the garden.

Thinking about the flowers calmed him a bit, actually. Thoughts of fauna distracting him from the clenching in his gut.

Was he going to enjoy what he was about to hear? Or was he even going to understand what this man had to say?

He wasn’t sure, but if it meant finding out what was wrong with him, then it was worth it.

Maybe after this he could finally condemn his feelings for the new Marinette as just being a result of shock due to finding out she was Ladybug.

“Have you ever been in love?” JB cut into his thoughts after a moment.

Adrien was shocked, not by the question, but by the sobriety that gripped his companion’s voice. “Yeah...yeah, I have.”

JB hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair with the bottle of wine propped on his knee thoughtfully. His feet found themselves on top of the table comfortably, as if they were a centerpiece that had always been there.

If Adrien had any skill with a camera he would have liked to photograph the young man.

Moonlight mixed with the pink and purple of the garden to bounce off his silver suit and into his bright blue eyes. His darkened olive skin and nearly raven locks making him seem even more elegant than he already did in the sunlight. He was nearly silhouetted by the moon and lights, the whites of his eyes shining like pearls in his shadowed skull.

Adrien had to give him credit: JB was a gorgeous man. Now if only what he had to say was worth the bottle of Rosé he had nearly drained.

“I’ve been in love many a time,” he admitted after a thoughtful pause, nodding as if he was pleased with the confession. “It’s hard to tell where one started and ended, really. They just seemed to keep on going till they didn’t anymore.”

Adrien nodded, already regretting his choice of coming out here.

What did this have to do with anything?

Was he just drug here to listen to and confirm another drunken rambling session of a co worker?

If so, you could count him out. He had better things to do than listening to this guy’s problems.

Maybe he could sneak away still if he was fast enough.

“Have you ever loved a man?”

Had he been stabbed?

Had a spear been run through Adrien’s chest?

The question ran through him like a bullet through his lungs, seizing their succession of rapid panting.

He wished he had Plagg with him to double check if he was still alive or not, but he was on his own and based on the rapid pace of his fluttering heart, he was still alive.

Barely.

“W-what?”

JB looked him dead in the eye then, turning those blazing pearls on Adrien.

Adrien felt like JB could dig a hole through his soul and find the answer himself with those eyes. “Have you ever loved a man? I don’t know if it can get any more simple than that.”

Adrien must have swallowed his tongue because suddenly he was choking and sputtering on it.

After watching him flounder like a fish out of water JB laughed a let out a chuckle that echoed around the entire building.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes then,” JB relinquished as he wiped away his tears with the neck of his bottle. “Or perhaps an, ‘I don’t know yet’. It’s alright. I won’t remember any of this tomorrow. Trust me. So, just know that your secret is safe with me.”

That didn’t do much for helping Adrien’s panicking nerves. He was stock still, every nerve in his body alight as he sat with his hands clenching the arms of the chair.

This was a bad idea.

This was a really bad idea.

He felt like he was going to break; like a wound up spring being held together by a single ribbon that was about to slip free.

And yet, he didn’t move to free himself.

He stayed and waited even longer for JB to continue.

The drunken model finally sighed, looking up at the moon. “I don’t understand why society does it. But, they feel the need to label people like you and me. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of any. But, then again, I’m also not.”

There was a pause as a took another drink and set down the empty bottle at last. “Sexuality, unlike what I’m guessing you thought earlier, is not about sex. Or, at least, not entirely. It’s about the people you are attracted to and what about them you like. Kind of like a bakery. You like certain things and you really hate others.”

The model scrunched up his nose. “Like in America how everything there is made with Nutella or ‘unicorn’ colored. Blah, all idiotic ideas. But people still like them.”

Adrien couldn’t have been any more lost.

Even if he had a map of what was going on in JB’s mind he was sure it would have been scribbled out in crayon and had wine stains smearing the wax to illegibility.

He didn’t know if it was because JB was drunk or because he was so tired and his nerves and mind were so worn down by him stressing over Marinette and the Akuma for the past few days, but nothing coming from the model was making sense.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve lost me,” Adrien admitted, his hands sweating a little at the realization that he was admitting to not understanding something even a drunk person did.

Wait, if he’s drunk doesn’t that make it harder to understand?

“Love!”

Nope, definitely understood that.

“Love, attraction, want, desire, passion! They are all linked to your sexuality,” the model sang out with a burst of joyful infatuation. “Want something different than the Éclair you have? Go find someone with a Croissant that would like a taste of you. Want something similar? Find someone with a cone or a Dacquoise and spend a little time taste testing them. Want both? Go for it! Try everything out.”

Why...why was this making sense?

And why did this man have to choose pastries that were oddly shaped like what Adrien suspected JB to be hinting towards.

He felt his stomach groaning at the thought of knowing these things, and if his father would find out that he did. But still, he needed to know more. He needed to know if something was wrong or if this was normal.

JB seemed to think about his own bakery analogy, rolling it over in his mind before nodding to confirm that he liked it.

“That’s how the attraction works. Does that make sense?” JB asked as he sat forward and rested his head on his tented hands, his eyes sliding sideways to the blond beside him.

Adrien mulled it over. “Okay, maybe this is a lot more complicated than I thought it was. But it does make sense. Kind of.”

JB smiled, his ravid ador for the subject only growing till he suddenly bounced from his seat, swinging his bottle in hand.

“LGBT, my friend. Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans, and sexualities galore beyond the front label. Pick what you want to try out being until you find what you are looking for,”--he pointed his bottle at Adrien like a carnie’s cane--”what you are.”

He sat back and for once Adrien noticed that he was calmer. His ravings seeming to take the drunken and childish energy from him.

Adrien still couldn’t help himself from trying to discover what one of those words meant. He knew what it meant to be gay. One of those terms, however, had started turning in his mind, and he found himself repeating it.

Bisexual.

“So, what does that make you?” Adrien asked after a moment.

Suddenly, JB’s grin of self-satisfaction faded, changing into something more sad and tired, aging him in a mere number of seconds.

“I’ve spent so long asking myself the same thing,” he muttered after a moment, standing up to weigh his wine bottle in hand.

Adrien tried to speak again but without a word or warning he cocked back his shoulder and threw the bottle as hard as he could down the drive, missing and having it land in the grass next to the gravel. Adrien couldn’t tell if it had broken or not, but he had a feeling the ground’s keeper had their work cut out for them.

He finally unglued his eyes from where the glass had landed to slide onto the man that stood next to him. Framed in the purple and pink and haloed by the moon he looked almost heavenly, if not for the stiffness in his shoulders and jaw.

Then he sighed, and the tension was gone from his body, replaced by a reserved regal posture.

“The thing is, this community, the LGBT+ people, can’t always give you what you want. Sure, you can get a label and prance around with a button and go by their standards, but what does that really do for you? I mean, it may help you, my friend, but for me, it was just something else for them to call me. To label me.”

He sighed, seeming to steel himself for what he was going to admit next. “I tried going by bisexual, but that never properly fit. Then pan, still not a match. Hell, someone even said I was ace since I had only slept with one person.”

Adrien went stock still. He shouldn’t be hearing this. It was too personal and even JB seemed to realize it.

There was a long pause, and not one that Adrien distested. He found himself sliding forward to come closer to the tipsy model who seemed everything short of insightful.

Finally, he spoke, and Adrien would never forget his next words.

“I don't need a label because I am what I am. I am who I am. I am me, and that is enough.”

He sighed, a deep and aged sound. “Or at least it should be.”

He turned then, stopping to ruffle Adrien’s hair and offer him a hand up from his seat.

Adrien gladly took it, standing to offer JB a grateful nod and embrace. “You’d best be running back to daddy before he gets too pissed about me stealing you.”

Adrien nodded. “I think I’ll be another minute. I--I wanna have some time to think about what you said.”

JB nodded, his drunken smile replacing his sober look. “I’ll stall for you.”

His parting gift was a wink and a pat on the shoulder. Or at least that’s what Adrien thought it was, until he heard the door crack maybe an inch, then pause.

“I don’t know if this will help at all, but, ignoring or denying your feelings will only bring you grief. Trust me. And, by the way, whoever he is...he’s a lucky son-of-a-bitch to have someone like you chasing him.”

And with that he was gone, leaving Adrien with nothing but his thoughts, the moon, and the smell of wine drifting through the air.

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growningupgeek · 7 years

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Walk Like a Dream

The Darkside, Part 4

Word Count-975

Characters- Reader, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Lucifer!Vince, various demons

Pairing- Sam x Reader

A/N- So I was going to post this last night but I was just so damn tired when I got home from work. Thanks to @getyourrocksalt for beta reading for me, love you girl! Tags are below the cut, if you would like on or off my list please drop me an ask or message.

Winchesters

To say that Sam was pissed when he woke up was putting it mildly. Dean let him rant about lost time for a few minutes before pointing out that Sam wouldn’t have been any use to Y/N in his exhausted state. That shut Sam up, sent him to the car and kept him quiet for the first part of the twenty hour trip to Los Angeles. They picked up Castiel just outside of Logan. The first thing he did was try to apologize to Sam for knocking him out like he had. Sam shot him an epic bitch face that shut him right up.

Las Vegas was in sight before Sam loosened up; actually eating at the diner they stopped at. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that now that they had a direction and a chance to find Y/n that Sam was going back to normal. He was still only speaking when one of them asked a direct question, but that was more because he was studying a satellite view he’d found of Vicente's compound trying to come up with a plan to get her out. He was still working on it when Dean parked Baby down the road from the house.

Lucifer

He stared at the monitor, wondering if he should change tactics again. He couldn’t tell if the woman was close to cracking or not, even after almost three days of nightmares. Every time she closed her eyes for more than a few minutes he sent dreams to her. He didn’t know exactly what they were, preferring to let her subconscious supply the details, but they didn’t seem to be working as fast as he wanted.

As he thought about what else he could do he felt a familiar presence nearby; another angel, one whose grace was weak. It could only be Castiel, which meant the Winchester’s. A snarl crossed his face, they’d found him far sooner than he’d wanted or expected.

He stalked out of the monitor room calling for the demons who served him here. They needed to be alert now more than ever.

Reader

You didn’t sleep much anymore even though your body was screaming for rest. But every time you closed your eyes the dreams started. You’d lost count of the number of times Sam had killed or rejected you and the baby. You’d even had a few nightmares about Dean over the last week or so, every one of them ending the same way: rejected or dead. Eventually, your mind lost the battle with your body and you drifted off, too tired to even register the sounds of fighting from the floors above you.

Winchesters

Sam and Dean slipped through the hole they’d found in the back fence of the compound. It was a tight fit for them but it was the only entrance they’d found. Their plan was simple: Dean would find and destroy the sigils that kept Cas from entering the building while Sam looked for Y/N. Both would get rid of any demons that got in their way, no questions asked. The only thing they cared about was getting her back. The two men shared a look before Dean headed for the upper floor and Sam headed for the basement.

It didn’t take Sam long to run into his first demon. She charged at him but he dodged out of the way and pinned her against the wall with one arm, pressing the tip of his angel blade against her throat.

“Where’s Y/N,” he growled. “I know Lucifer has her hidden here and I want her back.”

The blond haired vessel’s blue eyes flashed black for just a second, “Not happening, Winchester. I’m not afraid to die for him.”

Sam gave her a feral grin. “I never said I was going to kill you. Have fun with Crowley.”

Upstairs, Dean found the Enochian glyphs that were keeping Castiel out of the building and destroyed them. There was a flutter of wings as Cas appeared next to him.

“Can you sense Y/N,” he asked urgently, splitting up with Sam had never seemed like a good idea to him and he was worried.

Cas closed his eyes for a minute, searching for Y/N or blank spaces where she might be hidden. It didn’t take long.

“Basement, northeast corner. And they are waiting for Sam,” he told Dean.

Dean swore and started running with Cas close behind him. They reached the corner of the basement just in time to see the demons surround Sam, who was shouting an exorcism spell. Two of the demons smoked out and Dean got another one with Ruby's knife before Cas shouted for them to close their eyes.

Light so bright they could see it even with their eyes closed filled the small space as Cas let loose, smiting the remaining demons. As soon as he got the all clear, Sam was picking the lock, he pushed the door and darted inside as soon as he had it open.

“Y/N,” he called, looking around the dim room. His heart stopped when he saw her lying on the cot off to the side. He started across the room, eyes on the still figure afraid that they had found her too late. When she stirred and rolled over he felt it start up again. He almost flew to her side and dropped to his knees, one hand brushing her hair out of her face gently.

“Hey, baby, I need to you wake up,” he said softly.

Reader

His voice penetrated the deep sleep you’d finally fallen into, a warm whisper in that tone he only used with you. Slowly your eyes opened and you looked into those familiar kaleidoscope eyes that you loved so much.

And you screamed.

-JediCat

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