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beanie-beebo-writes · 16 days

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Woodfall

TWs: Grief, canonical death of a loved one (pet), suicidal implications, brief emetophobia mention

Pairings: Huntlow (mentioned)

Category: Owl House, genfic

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It was spring again, Flapjack's favorite time of the year. Yet again, it always felt like every season was his favorite. The little cardinal was always so enthused about the littlest things. It was one of the things Hunter missed most about him. It helped give Hunter a new-found appreciation for life; fresh eyes to take in everything the isles had to offer. Probably quite literally now.

Hunter approached the Grom tree at the edge of the forest, looking up to see it was in full bloom. Just the way Flapjack liked it. Hunter smiled and picked a blossom gently.

Back in the human realm, the palisman seemed to gravitate towards something called a "cherry tree". And when Hunter got the chance to observe its flowers, he started to understand why. The petals were a soft pink and smelled of a light natural scent, akin to the Grom tree back home. They were truly beautiful, and Flapjack adored them. Whenever the little bird could, he would fly up and nestle himself into the center of one. It usually left a light, pleasant odor on his feathers; it was quite calming to Hunter.

Back home, he would find Flapjack doing the same with the Grom tree flowers. It definitely was an amusing sight to see; a small little creature enjoying something that seemed so mundane to a "witch" like Hunter. Yet again he did spend most of his years holed up in a castle, only going out for work related duties.

The memories of Flapjack brought a shallow pool of tears to his eyes- he pushed them away. He needed to properly set off to see his palisman first before having his usual (and probably much needed) catharsis.

It wasn't long before he came across the familiar grave down a hillside. The flower blossom was carefully tucked in the a handbag Willow had crafted for him while starting to rebuild the isles. She had always seen him picking up small things on their walks together, and figured a handbag would be much more practical than shoving everything in his pockets. And Hunter would admit, it did preserve the flowers much better at least.

Hunter shakily walked towards where he and his friends chose Flapjack's final resting place. He felt like throwing up, even if he had been here numerous times before.

"Hey Flap, I.. got those flowers you like." He said wobbily.

Hunter stared at the slab of rock under his wavering gaze; he allowed the tears to fall now. Hunter cried softly, only the sound of the leaves rustling in the light breeze heard around him. The noise made him glance up at the trees for a moment, taking in the truly beautiful scenery that surrounded him. One would probably usually take the gentle breeze as a sign of their loved ones saying hello, but that wasn't the case for Hunter. He had never felt so alone and empty in his life. Not since he donned that white robe all those years ago.

He sniffled and blinked away remaining tears as he looked back to his friend's grave. Those words etched across it almost burned a hole through his chest. "Thank you for finding me."

And that you did.

"I know it's been two years since.. that night. But I.. I can't let you go, Flap. I just can't." Hunter cried. "It's too hard without you here. And.. every day that goes by..."

Hunter trailed off momentarily as an ugly cry erupted from his throat again.

"Every day that goes by I can't help but think that's one less day you're here."

He looked at Flapjack's grave in pained silence, almost expecting his palisman to offer a reassuring coo in response. But it was silent. It made Hunter want to retreat inside himself like he did the night he lost him.

"I know you would be here comforting me right now but... it's just not the same. And.. I don't think it ever will be."

The grave sat in front of him almost mockingly. He fumed through fresh, hot tears.

"Why did you have to leave me?! Why couldn't you let the Titan take me instead?" He cried out.

All he was met with was the same silence he faced every time he came here, and it gnawed at him ravenously.

"It isn't fair!" Hunter cried. "You didn't deserve this- I don't deserve this!"

The forest around Hunter seemed to come to life with each outburst. The wind picked up gradually, swirling around Hunter as if to embrace him. His mental state kept him in a red hot fury; he was too lost in his own harrowing thoughts to notice the shift around him.

"You hurt me Flapjack, how could you? If you wanted to help me, I should've stayed dead!"

Hunter's cries echoed off into the sea of trees, swallowing them whole. It made Hunter's stomach sink. He was truly... alone. The trees had stopped completely in that moment. Hunter paused and noticed how quiet it was. And how alone he truly felt. That feeling was enough to switch the anger back on.

"You know, it makes me even question if you were my friend. Or if it was just a mistake, just like the one you made by choosing me in the first place."

A familiar trill of tweets whistled nearby, simultaneously sounding as if it was yards away. Hunter jumped and searched the trees for the source. After a minute or so of finding nothing, he angrily shook it off. Being vulnerable was a mistake.

Hunter stood from where he knelt, feeling the anger dissipate into defeat. He glanced at the grave again.

"I can't be here." He muttered to himself.

Just as he walked away, he could've sworn he heard his companion's sweet tunes once more.

#hunter toh #the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfic #hunter noceda #toh #hunter wittebane #toh hunter #hunter deamonne #hunter the owl house #the owl house hunter #hunter the golden guard #toh flapjack #toh hurt/comfort #toh season 3 #watching and dreaming #thanks to them

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beanie-beebo-writes · 29 days

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What Friends Are For

Warnings: Implications of abuse, pursuit, embarrassing situations

Pairings: None technically

Category: Owl House, genfic

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Hunter was running. The cold, souless floors of the castle absorbed each strike as he ran. So cold in fact, he could almost feel it through his armor.

His uncle shouted somewhere behind him; he was furious. Though Hunter couldn't remember why, he could only imagine it was bad enough to send him running down the maze of hallways. He knew them like the back of his hand from patrols, though he seemed to somehow be getting lost.

Since when were there this many hallways?

Maybe his uncle was playing tricks on him. Maybe.. all of this was in his head. It felt real. That fear pumping through his veins was real. His heart pounding in his chest, that was definitely real.

Whether if it was real or not, he needed to get out of there.

And if he couldn't find a way out, then maybe he could hide. It was starting to seem like that was his only reasonable option.

Hunter spotted an opening door shining in his peripheral vision. It was... The portal door? How it got there didn't matter, he needed to go before Uncle Belos caught up to him. Titan knows what awaited him.

He ran in and closed the door behind him, finding himself in a very dark room; it was the old house in the Human realm. The door behind him folded away and Hunter watched, frozen for a moment in fear. As soon as it disappeared, his legs gave out beneath him. He panted and cried softly to himself in the empty house, grateful his cries would go unheard.

"Did you really think you could escape me? Your true destiny?!" A voice snarled beside him.

Hunter stilled. It took everything in him to slowly look to his right. He had followed him. The emperor was there, in his full, rotting form. The smell of flesh burned Hunter's eyes in a way the tears never could; his breath caught in his throat.

Maybe it was a hallucination? He didn't dare move, biding fearful whimpers under his tongue. The creature that resembled his Uncle seethed before him, screeching before his limbs extended to strike-

Hunter is vaguely aware of Gus talking animatedly with Willow, his voice softly piercing into the now empty void of his head. Hunter has no idea what his friend is talking about, or where he is. Hunter opens his heavy eyelids, afraid what he will find when he opens them. He's... staring at a slanted, wooden ceiling?

...Wait.

He looks over slowly to where Gus is. He doesn't notice Hunter look over; Willow is looking at Gus from across her cot as he speaks with a smile. She nods intently in response to Gus but is clearly still a bit drowsy.

They are at camp; they had been for over a day now. Hunter blinks; he notices the conversation had suddenly jumped unnaturally, even though he wasnt fully following it anyhow.

Wait, what? It takes him a moment or two to realize: he must have nodded off. It was the only logical explanation besides losing his mind.

Willow's soft tone fades into his ears as she converses with Gus. Hunter rubs his eyes as his own thoughts piece everything together. It was a nightmare. Thank Titan, it was just a nightmare. It clearly didn't give him that quality sleep he desperately needs either.

"It's not like, well... you know, right? I mean how would he know?!" Willow says excitedly.

What on the Isles are they talking about What time is it?

Hunter goes to move, but he realizes a cold and damp feeling below the waist. He furrows his brows and shifts his attention to under his blanket as quiet as he can.. It smells like-

Fuck.

"Yeah, exactly. You get it." Gus says with the same excitement.

Hunter slowly places the cover back over him; he's mortified. The room stills for a moment. The silence is deafening.

"Oh! Good morning, Hunter." Willow says cheerily.

He snaps his head around blearily. Were they watching him just now?

"Sorry, did we wake you?" She asks gently.

There's one thing Hunter misses about being the Golden Guard; that damn mask. His face has always been too expressive. It gives him away. At least with the mask, he could hide. He only hopes that maybe for once he is too tired to emote correctly. He didn't look at them just yet; he clears the sleep from his vocal chords.

"No uh, just a bad dream." Hunter says.

Now he chooses to look at them, a mistake on his behalf.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle." He says lightly, some shakiness seeping into his voice.

Pull yourself together

"You sure? You can talk to us, you know." Gus says almost pitifully.

Hunter's insides fill with a dark sludge; the type that makes him feel heavy, small, pathetic. Not towards his friend of course, but at Hunter's own sad excuse of a person. He can't even be anything more than a wounded animal, it almost infuriates him. It's like he feels colder somehow; he shivers. But he still nods bleakly in response, regardless.

He takes a second to even out his tone. His friends look at him worriedly; he despises it. But thankfully, he doesn't have to sit in that feeling for too long.

"Rise and shiiine!" Luz sings out.

The teen opens up the fold to the entry way eagerly, a little too eagerly for whatever time it is, at least to Hunter. She pauses in surprise upon seeing her very-much awake friends.

"Oh, you're already up." Luz says. "What'cha doin'?"

"Just chatting, we've been up for a while actually." Willow says.

"Oh perfect! Mama was just starting up breakfast and wanted me to wake you. But I guess that's taken care of." Luz says with a light chuckle.

"Sweet! This growing boy is hungry. She always does have the best timing." Gus says, hurrying to get his shoes on.

"I'm sure she'll be happy to hear that. Come on, let's get our grub on." Willow says.

Gus rushes out of the cabin eagerly, the thought of food instantly distracting him. Willow lingers behind for a moment and looks to Hunter sympathetically, sending his stomach in knots even more than it was moments before. The blush on his face warms up his cold, sweat-slicked skin. The blush seems to be enough to satisfy Willow though, as she follows Gus' trail outside. Hunter remains upright in bed, his hair unkempt. He's clearly a mess in more than one way.

Luz smiles at their interaction before realizing Hunter hasn't moved an inch.

"Everything okay?" She asks.

Hunter's blush becomes deeper from embarassment. He kicks himself mentally at his lack of control once again. He remembers that Luz and him are still holding each others' secrets from Belos' mindscape; he can trust her.

"Um.. can I- Can you keep a secret?" He asks, flustered.

Luz raises an eyebrow.

"I mean I already am..? Doesn't matter though, of course I can." She says earnestly, waving off her previous statement.

Hunter looks away, searching for how to approach the awkward subject for a few seconds.

"I... How do we... wash clothes here?" Hunter asks.

"We usually just wait until we go home, why?" Luz asks lightly.

Well *that* puts a damper on things.

"What if we um really needed to wash something?" He asks.

"Well in that case, we would probably wash it in the lake nearby with some dish soap or something." Luz says.

Hunter is quiet for a moment. He scrunches his eyes shut before finding the nerve to blurt out:

"I peed the bed."

The silence that follows hurt worse than any blow he has ever received. He is afraid to look. He hears her walk over to his bedside softly.

"Hunter,"

He opens his eyes. She looks... empathetic?

"It happens, it's okay. I'm not going look at you differently if you have an accident. I'll keep it between us and we can clean up before the others get back to the cabin, okay?" Luz says.

Hunter doesn't know how to react, let alone what to say. He simply smiles gratefully and nods.

"But.. how is that going to work? The firepit is pretty close to the cabin, and there's no way we could do any of that without everyone else noticing." Hunter says.

Luz pauses for a moment to think.

"Well, a good distraction never hurt.. Maybe while you go clean yourself up, I could... Tell mama and the others you wanted a shower? You know, to help you wake up? While I tell them I wanted to check out a cool tree carving or something?" She ponders aloud.

"You could always just say you needed to go to the bathroom! Though uh.. that wouldn't take that long.. right?" He asks.

"Not usually, no. I'll think of something, don't worry. You just might want to go wash up now so they don't get suspicious of us taking too long." She suggests.

"Yeah, good idea. And uh... thanks, Luz." Hunter says.

"Don't mention it, that's what friends are for." She says. "Oh! Here."

Luz hands him her sweatshirt so he can properly cover where he soiled himself. Hunter doesn't catch on; he furrows his brows.

"For the stain, if you're caught. Just in case." She says with a warm smile.

Hunter smiles back but it falters briefly. "Uh, could you...?"

He moves his eyes to the entry way and then back to Luz awkwardly.

"Oh! right, right. Um, but wouldn't they find it weird if I went back into the cabin and they saw me? I know Willow seemed a bit concerned so, I doubt she wouldn't be watching out for you." Luz asks.

"It would be weirder if they saw us both come out and you had the sheets, or me then you. Trust me. Just uh, go with it?" Hunter says.

Luz nods in agreement upon realizing Hunter is right.

"Good point. I'll probably just get the materials ready to clean the sheets when they aren't looking and tell them I found the carving before sneaking out your sheets." Luz says.

"Wait... you'd do that, for me?" Hunter asks.

"What? Yeah, no problem!"

"No uh.. even the sheets? You don't have to do that. I could always finangle-"

"Hunter, no. You'll have more of a risk of getting caught that way. I don't mind. I used to baby sit all the time a while back. Not that.. this is that of course."

What he ever did do to deserve a friend like her, he would never know.

"No no, I get it. You don't have to explain. Just, thank you. I seriously don't know what I would have done otherwise." Hunter says.

"I'm sure you would have thought of something. I mean, you do have Flapjack." Luz says lightly.

The small red cardinal is nestled on a wooden shelf on the cabin wall above Hunter's cot, all fluffed up from their rest. He peeks open an eye and chirps softly, seemingly in agreement.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Hunter chuckles, giving Flapjack a quick scratch on the head.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Come find me if you need anything else, alright? And yes, I mean anything. I'm always here for you Hunter, remember that." Luz says warmly just before leaving the cabin to Hunter and his palisman.

Hunter looks softly at the entry way before he carefully peels the sheets from his body with a grimace. Gross.

He faintly hears Luz begin to make small talk with the others, reassuring Willow especially that Hunter just needs a moment. Flapjack lifts a foot behind him and stretches out a wing gracefully, causing Hunter to glance softly at him. No matter how long he has known the bird for, it's always the smallest things that make him smile and appreciate his companion. It brings him out of his thoughts, even when at their lowest vibrations.

He grabs Luz's jacket and reluctantly ties it around his waist, muttering an apology to Luz quietly. He looks back to Flapjack who is clearly ready to start the day; he trills happily. Hunter allows him to perch onto his shoulder before steeling himself to face the world outside.

"Let's do this."

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beanie-beebo-writes · 1 month

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Hey everyone. I need to put out an advisory for any content creators out there.

There is a user named @/may0day0 (replace the 0 with o) that I've seen frequenting the owl house community and several other communities. They have been acting quite sketchy. They have been sending repeated asks with the same wording to many content creators, and it seems like they're taking advantage of creators in multiple communities to keep drawing the same things over and over again (and being rude by almost seeming like to demand ask after ask).

Please watch out and be careful. I'm not sure if they are who they are supposed to be or if they're just not watched by a guardian, but either way it's wrong what they are doing to fellow creators. I also saw they repost a lot of art given to them without proper credit.

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beanie-beebo-writes · 1 month

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Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because there’s really no written equivalent of “lens flare” or “slow motion montage backed by Gregorian choir”

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beanie-beebo-writes · 1 month

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For followers and just anyone! <3

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beanie-beebo-writes · 1 month

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Living nightmares

TW: Unintentional self-harm, dissociation, PTSD flashbacks, anxiety/panic attacks, sensory overload

Pairings: None but can be implied

Category: Owl House, Reader insert

Note: Meant to be set before the timeskip but after Belos is defeated, but it can also be interpretted as being at the noceda house after the s2 finale. Can be taken in any way, your choice.

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The world was spinning in a blurry dishwasher. When did that start?

"Hunter?"

A voice echoed from somewhere distant. He didn't know where he was, or what happened. It suddenly was hard to breathe.

"Woah, woah okay. Deep breaths, breathe with me."

The voice was close now, albeit still a bit muffled with his ringing ears. It pierced through his hearing suddenly like a flash forward, his vision becoming overly sharp and bright. Hunter squinted and whined softly at the overwhelming array of colors and structures around him, now in full focus.

"Hey, hey." (Y/N) said calmly with a hint of urgency.

Hunter felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, but it made his skin squirm. He gasped out softly and whipped his head to their face. He panted and took it in full excruciating detail. It at least made his lungs feel unblocked again as a wave of calm washed over him. (Y/N) was gazing at him with their sympathetic eyes that held a hint of concern behind them.

"It's okay." They began gently, removing their hand from his shoulder as they sensed his unease.

They held their hand placatingly at a short distance and began to breathe deeply. They were demonstrating how to breathe. Hunter followed almost automatically as his lungs craved oxygen. The deep breaths caused his head to feel airy at first, but (Y/N) continued to gently guide him even as he struggled to keep himself up.. on his hands. When did he get to the floor?

(Y/N) seemed to pick up on his confusion and slightly trembling limbs. "Just focus on breathing right now, nevermind that. Alright?"

They began to count with their fingers in between each deep breath since he couldn't seem to focus. Hunter followed weakly.

They had seen Gus demonstrate this to Hunter in times previous, but they didn't think their own hand would have the same effect as his friend's had before.

A few minutes went by and Hunter seemed to calm down rather quickly. He inhaled deeply and sighed. His limbs felt like lead; he attempted to move to a nearby cabinet with no progress. (Y/N) sensed the issue and swiftly sat him against the lower cabinets before he passed out again.

A beat of silence as they looked worriedly into one another's eyes.

"What.. what happened? Why can't I move?" Hunter asked, his voice creaking from the strain in his throat muscles.

"You had a panic attack I think. Just.. take it easy." (Y/N) said, sitting in front of him on the floor.

"You.. think?" Hunter said, panic seeping into his tone. "I don't.. I don't remember-"

"No no no, don't do that. Trust me." They warned gently.

They seemed to try grounding Hunter by putting a hand cautiously on his knee. He looked at them in confusion, trying to ignore the electricity at their connected limbs.

"Let's not.. go down that route again. That's what got you in this predicament in the first place. No thinking. Take a breather before you cause me to have a crisis too." (Y/N) chuckled nervously.

Hunter nodded and moved his leg onto the floor to rid of the horrible sensation. He's sure whatever happened, they would fill him in later. It seemed he really shook them up, and he didn't want to add to that any more than he already did.

"Alright." Hunter said.

He was happy to sit there for a moment. It's not like he really had a choice, seeing his limbs felt like jelly. But he couldn't help but ponder anyway, and it was clearly evident on his face.

"Hey, you promised." (Y/N) said firmly.

"Sorry, I just can't help it." Hunter said.

(Y/N) sighed and scooted next to him.

"If I tell you, will you promise to try and stay calm? I don't want you hurting yourself."

This worried Hunter. He hurt himself? He looked back to them, guilt written all over his face. He nodded. (Y/N) looked at his expression peculiarly but took a deep breath and continued anyway, shrugging it off for a later question.

"You... were hyperventilating and uh.." They paused, they had to be careful to not set him off again. "Something- something seemed wrong. I tried to snap you out of it, but you.. I don't know."

(Y/N) instantly knew they chose the wrong words when they looked back at Hunter. His eyes looked slightly haunted and he looked down at his hands like he did before he fell unconscious earlier. (Y/N) widened their eyes and hurriedly but gently took his hands into their own. They made sure to be firm in case he seemed to get lost again. Hunter looked up sadly, squirming his hands.

"You okay?" (Y/N) asked worriedly.

"Did I..? Did I hurt you..?" He asked, pulling his hands away.

Hunter looked like a kicked puppy just then, it broke their heart. They suddenly came to the realization of why Hunter looked at them like that before. Now they weren't sure if he was pulling away for self-preservation, or if something else was wrong.

"Hey, of course not. Sorry if I made you assume that. You were just having a rough time, okay? I think you were lost in your... thoughts, is all." (Y/N) said carefully.

"Do you promise? I'll never forgive myself if-"

"No, I promise. I just don't want whatever happened to happen again so I'm intentionally being.. choosy with my words."

This made Hunter calm down a bit. But then there was still one unanswered question.

"Is everything alright? Do you not want to be touched right now?" (Y/N) began.

"What happened? I can take it. Please, my head is spinning here." Hunter begged.

(Y/N) paused for a moment before deciding he deserved the truth, even if they thought he couldn't handle it right now. Their question could wait a moment.

"You were doing the dishes. And I was writing on my computer when you suddenly began to hyperventilate.."

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(Y/N's) project was almost wrapped up. Only a couple more pages and they could send it in to the editor. They stroked the keys gracefully before a loud gasp brought them out of "the zone". They looked over to the noise. Hunter having done the dishes, had his back facing towards (Y/N). All they could see was that he was trembling with his head bent down, he was panting.

(Y/N) worriedly furrowed their brows and stood up slowly from the table to walk over to Hunter.

"..Hunter?" They asked.

No response, they were met with his rapid breathing.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong? What ha-"

They gently turned Hunter around and froze when they saw the gushing slash on his finger. Fuck. (Y/N) rushed to grab the nearest dry, clean towel, pressing down on the cut that extended from his finger to his palm. Hunter was still panting harshly after a moment; they looked up at him now.

"Hey, it's just a little cut. It'll be okay." They said with a warm smile.

Hunter seemed to look past them, his eyes glazed over. With tears? From being in a memory? (Y/N) couldn't tell. They gently raised a hand to his scarred right cheek.

"Hunter? You with me?"

His eyes seemed to focus on them, but also right through them. Like he wasn't actually seeing (Y/N), but someone else. They didn't like that look in his eyes, it gnawed at them from the inside as if they did something horribly wrong. Hunter started to go pale under his sweat-slicked skin. (Y/N)'s worry grew, and practically skyrocketed, upon seeing his eyes roll back into his head and seeing his knees bucle before their eyes.

"Hunter!" (Y/N) cried out.

They managed to catch him, just barely. His body was limp in their arms before guided down to the cold, linoleum floor

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"You were out for a few minutes. I was close to calling an ambulance or something. When you came to, I had no idea what had happened, not exactly. But then you started hyperventilating again, and I realized it was probably just.. a really bad panic attack or something of the sort. You really gave me quite the scare there." (Y/N) finished.

Hunter blinked. Well that would explain why they were being cautious about the subject. He truly hadn't remembered it. Based on what they were saying though..

"I think it was a flashback." Hunter said.

"What?" They asked worriedly.

"That's the only thing that makes sense. You said you've had them before, right? I remember when you told me about them, and your extensive research on them for your peace of mind, and it seems like that." Hunter said.

"Wait.. you don't.. remember?" (Y/N) asked.

"Remember... what?" Hunter asked.

"What was going on in your head? What you were feeling or what I did? None of it?" They asked, voice laced with concern.

"No, not really. I remember.. clearing my plate and going to the sink. The rest is... black. Blank." He said.

(Y/N) frowned. They recalled their own fits like this as a kid. Well, not by their own account of course, but from loved ones. This was long before they knew what was happening in their small little body. Long before they knew they had experienced trauma, and what it did to a person.

"Then that's exactly what that was, Hunter. I only assume from experience." They said.

"I really don't want to remember... what that was." Hunter said.

"And you don't have to, not right now. But someday.. you will have to face those things whether you want to or not. I know that sounds scary, but you'll always have me. Probably your friends too. You won't have to face them alone." (Y/N) clarified.

Hunter was afraid, but he smiled gently at the thought. But then there was the fact that he probably was in his head, alone.

"But.. you aren't in here with me. Yeah you understand but, at the end of the day it's just me in here. You can't.. you can't be there." Hunter said anxiously.

(Y/N) sighed.

"That might be true. We might be trapped alone in our meatsuits, this little thing we call a cranium. But guess what else? That doesn't mean you're really alone. I will always be within reach. Always." They reassured.

He smiled and (Y/N) took his hand gently.

"Promise." They said.

He noticed his skin wasn't as sensitive for a moment, he rejoiced in not feeling like he was being struck by lightning. He looked away for a second but then back to (Y/N), after he realized.. they meant it.

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I haven't written in what seems like months and actually drawing?!. Who is this person and what have they done with Allison ehgetesgfsf

#hunter toh #hunter x reader toh #hunter x y/n #hunter x you #the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfic #toh fanfiction #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral!reader #gn!reader #hunter x gender neutral reader #hunter x gn!reader #toh reader insert

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beanie-beebo-writes · 2 months

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I haven't been in the writing mood recently so posts on here are very much not like they were when I started up this blog.

But

I started learning how to write screenplays last night kinda, so that's fun!

I'm sure once life calms down, my motivation will come back.

That being said, I want to get to know my followers. I want to connect with you. Don't be afraid to send me an ask, I'll even open anon for a bit! Ask anything, literally, just don't be weird about it (A/S/L type stuff for example is something I won't likely answer)

I'm sure we are all shy introverts here so I'll leave this poll to help gauge how my followers wish to do this if interested ♥

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beanie-beebo-writes · 3 months

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I have a mute character in the story I’m writing and one of my beta readers suggested I use italics when they sign so that I don’t have to keep peppering “they signed” or “their hands flashed” throughout the piece.

But like…I always read italics in a different tone like they’re thoughts. It seems quieter than using normal quotations which makes what they say look less significant on the page than other character’s dialogue.

I really don’t think my audience needs me to use completely different punctuation around a mute character. There’s no need to act like they’re speaking a different language since their muteness isn’t a focal point in the story.

So really this reader’s comment has done the complete opposite of what they intended. Now I’m actively taking out as many of my “hands flashed” notations as possible and just writing in normal body language because, clearly, the other characters understand them and my audience doesn’t need to be coddled.

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beanie-beebo-writes · 3 months

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Harsh awakenings

Pairing: Hunter x Gender neutral!reader

A/N: There are a huge lack of fics where Hunter comforts the reader. As a creator, I felt it was my duty to fulfill that. We need comfort too!

TW: Light gore, pursuit

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It was dark. You were cold and wet. That was the first thing you registered. There was a dim light not far from you, it appeared to be a streetlight. Your body felt fatigued. You forced yourself to practically crawl towards it.

A flash of grey darted in your peripherals in the forest beside you. You froze and slowly looked over. Nothing was there.

But something felt incredibly wrong.

You couldn't shake the feeling as you finally stood under the streetlight. It illuminated you like a spotlight. You shivered. You weren't sure if it was from the cold, or fear. You were just grateful for the light.

"All by your lonesome?" A voice growled menacingly in your left ear.

You gasped and turned towards the threat. There was nothing there. You panted and furrowed your brows in confusion. You heard a twig snap in front of you. You turned blindly to the noise. The cracks got louder. The earth seemed to shake. A pair of red eyes glowed from the brush.

You froze.

A figure emerged from the forest. But it wasn't someone to fear. It was Hunter. You felt confused with mixed emotions but lightened up. Something still felt wrong.

"Hunter.." You said in relief.

He slowly but silently walked towards you. A chill ran up your spine. Why did this feel wrong.

"..Hunter?" You asked uncertainly.

"If that's what you want to call me, sure." His voice became garbled with another familiar voice you couldn't quite place.

It felt cold and lifeless. Your adrenaline started kicking in. But you couldn't move. He appeared into the light that cast upon you. His skin was all slashed and his check was mangled with a black goo. Your eyes widened in both shock, worry, and fear.

"What, cat got your tongue?" He chuckled darkly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears threatened to spill as you saw the one you loved mangled in front of you. What could you even say?

"No matter, it'll be easier this way." He said.

"What?" You squeaked out.

"Don't you know? You're next on the list.." He said in an almost sing-song voice.

"List? ..What list?" You sputtered.

"What is this, Taxi Driver? Yes witchling, you're chosen."

"Chosen for what?"

"Me."

His limbs elongated with a series of sickening cracks, antlers sprouting from his head as he roared loudly. His form turned into a mangled mixed of Hunter and Belos' true form you both had fought off not long ago. Your legs finally found the will to move again. You ran. Harder and faster than you ever have in your life. Your feet hurt as you hit the pavement rhythmically.

You heard a series of crashes behind you before a blur of black jumped in front of you. He slowly inched towards you as you began to back away slowly.

"You can't run from me, (Y/N). I'll always be here. Lurking, from the shadows." Belos growled, Hunter's voice mostly drowned out.

"Hunter, please!" You cried out, tripping on your own feet to the asphalt below.

His face turned back to the boy you loved, mockingly. "Hunter is no more." He said cooly.

He moved to strike with one of his giant claws, you shielded your face and scrunched your eyes shut before hearing his voice again.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)!" Hunter said worriedly.

You opened your eyes to your bedroom, panting in the dimly lit room. You registered something touching your face, you jerked away instinctively, still cloudy from before.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay. It was just a nightmare." You heard Hunter say beside you.

His voice made you whip your head tearfully. He was okay. You stared at him taking in every feature, even in the dark. Your face was wet with tears, you wiped them as you furrowed your brow, looking down at his hands. His normal, scarred hands. You swallowed roughly in between gasping breaths and blinked. Looking back at him and around your shared bedroom, you realized he was right. It was just a bad dream. A horrible, bad dream. It wasn't real.

You practically cried in relief, rushing into his arms.

"Oh thank god." You cried softly.

Hunter was taken aback by the sudden rush of movement, but rubbed circles into your back and lightly shushing you.

"It's alright, you're safe. You're safe." He reassured softly.

You weren't sure how long you held him for. You didn't care. He was here and he was okay, and you didn't want to let him out of your sight. You began to calm down after a bit, despite your shuddering breaths and hiccups. Hunter put a hand in the back of your hair and gently pulled you from him for a moment so he could look into your eyes.

"You okay?" He asked, thumbing his hand through your locks.

"I... I think so." You said shakily, sniffling and wiping one of your eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, wiping the other side of your face gently with your other hand.

You leaned into his touch and shrugged. He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"You don't have to if that'll make you uncomfortable. Here, lay back down with me." Hunter said, gently guiding you down with him.

You nestled into his side and he held you. You both stayed this way for a few minutes before you began to open up.

"You weren't... you." You croaked.

You felt Hunter stiffen at this, you looked up at him and saw worry etched into his face. You continued.

"You were... that

A flash of grey darted in your peripherals in the forest beside you. You froze and slowly looked over. Nothing was there.

But something felt incredibly wrong.

"All by your lonesome?" A voice growled menacingly in your left ear.

You froze.

A figure emerged from the forest. But it wasn't someone to fear. It was Hunter. You felt confused with mixed emotions but lightened up. Something still felt wrong.

"Hunter.." You said in relief.

He slowly but silently walked towards you. A chill ran up your spine. Why did this feel wrong.

"..Hunter?" You asked uncertainly.

"If that's what you want to call me, sure." His voice became garbled with another familiar voice you couldn't quite place.

It felt cold and lifeless. Your adrenaline started kicking in. But you couldn't move. He appeared into the light that cast upon you. His skin was all slashed and his cheek was mangled in with a black goo. Your eyes widened in both shock, worry, and fear.

"What, cat got your tongue?" He chuckled darkly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears threatened to spill as you saw the one you loved mangled in front of you. What could you even say?

"No matter, it'll be easier this way." He said.

"What?" You squeaked out.

"Don't you know? You're next on the list.." He said in an almost sing-song voice.

"List? ..What list?" You sputtered.

"What is this, Taxi Driver? Yes witching. You're chosen."

"Chosen for what?"

"Me."

You heard crashes behind you before a blur of black jumped in front of you. He slowly inched towards you as you began to back away slowly.

"You can't run from me, (Y/N). I'll always be here. Lurking, from the shadows." Belos growled, Hunter's voice mostly drowned out.

"Hunter please!" You cried out, tripping on your own feet to the asphalt below.

His face turned back to the boy you loved, mockingly. "Hunter is no more." He said cooly.

He moved to strike with one of his giant claws, you shielded your face and scrunched your eyes shut before hearing his voice again.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)!" He said worriedly.

You opened your eyes to your bedroom, panting in the dimly lit room. You registered something touching your face, you jerked away instinctively, still cloudy from before.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay. It was just a nightmare." You heard Hunter say neside you.

His voice made you whip your head tearfully. He was okay. You stared at him, taking in every feature even in the dark. Your face was wet with tears, you wiped them as you furrowed your brow, looking down at his hands. His normal, scarred hands. You swallowed roughly in between gasping breaths and blinked. Looking back at him and around your shared bedroom, you realized he was right. It was just a bad dream. A horrible, bad dream. It wasn't real.

You practically cried in relief, rushing into his arms.

"Oh thank god." You cried softly.

Hunter was taken aback by the sudden rush of movement, but rubbed circles into your back and lightly shushing you.

"It's alright, you're safe. You're safe." He reassured softly.

"You okay?" He asked, thumbing his hand through your locks.

"I.... I think so." You said shakily, sniffling and wiping one of your eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, wiping the other side of your face gently with your other hand.

You leaned into his touch and shrugged. He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"You don't have to if that'll make you uncomfortable. Here, lay back down with me." Hunter said, gently guiding you down with him.

You nestled into his side and he held you. You both stayed this way for a few minutes before you began to open up.

"You weren't... you." You croaked.

You felt Hunter stiffen at this, you looked up at him and saw worry etched into his face. You continued.

"You.. you were that monster again. You wanted me... you said I was chosen." You said shakily.

Hunter waited a moment before speaking.

"I'll never let anything like that happen again, you hear me? Even if it's my dying wish-"

You rushed to grab his cheeks, tears forming again.

"Don't say that! Not after.." You looked away for a moment in vulnerability.

Hunter furrowed his brows guiltily and gently guided your gaze back to him

"I know. Sorry. What I mean is it'll never happen again, ever. Belos is dead." He said gently.

He shuddered at the name but pressed on.

"You will never have to see his eyes again. You will never have to witness him... taking over my body like that. Ever. Again."

You looked at him, still teary-eyed but now for a whole different reason. Relief. He was free, you all were. You never had to be at the hands of his woes until the end of time.

You rushed to kiss him as your cheeks became wet again. It was a firm but loving, brief kiss. He slightly returned it before you broke away, staring at him with your glistening eyes.

"I never want you to leave me. Ever." You said with a wobbly tone.

"I promise, I won't." He said.

He leaned in and kissed you, you exhaled and practically melted into him. He was the one to break it this time. Again, Hunter gently guided the both of you back down, his hands not leaving your side. You continued to gaze up at him, as if he would suddenly disappear. Hunter smiled warmly and kissed your nose.

"Go back to sleep, okay? We can talk more in the morning." He said.

Despite not feeling tired, you yawned on cue, rubbing your burning eyes. This made Hunter chuckle. He began to play with your hair just the way you liked it. He hummed softly, his voice as always having that magical effect on you. You felt yourself slowly relax into him, your heart full of love. You felt a tinge of blush dust your cheeks and silently thanked whoever that it was too dark to see. Your eyes slowly threatened to close, Hunter's steady humming sensing you off into a warm, peaceful bliss.

When you finally drifted off, Hunter kissed your hairline and positioned himself to be comfortable with his arms around you. You steady breaths lulling him also to the realm of dreams.

#hunter noceda #toh hunter x reader #hurt/comfort #hunter x y/n #hunter x you #hunter x reader toh #hunter toh #toh hunter #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #hunter x reader #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfiction #comfort fic

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Killing him softly (with your words)

Pairing: Hunter x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: Reference to pet death

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Hunter groaned and put his hand on his head, rubbing the bags under his eyes and letting his heavy head fall to the desk in his room. You looked up from the book you were reading and chuckled at the sight.

Hunter was face down on his desk he had carved, his arms limply at his sides swinging slightly at his movement. If you were fooled, you could have thought he was asleep.

"Hey," You said softly, setting your book down on the bed.

Hunter looked up tiredly at your voice, his head still resting on the desk but now on an angle facing you.

"You okay?" You asked once you got his attention.

Hunter blinked slowly and ran a finger lazily through his hair. " 'm tired." He slurred in exhaustion.

"Then come to bed, silly." You said with a smirk.

He groaned again and rolled his eyes lightly. "I can't. I can't sleep." He said boredly.

"Sure you can! Looks like you're about to pass out now." You pointed out.

He exhaled softly in slight amusement and sat up, leaning back into his chair.

"It's just.. Every time I close my eyes-" He began.

You listened intently, even when he paused for a moment to collect himself a bit.

"...I see Flapjack." He finished.

You frowned. It had been months since it had happened, but you didn't realize it had such an affect on him still. Yet again, that little cardinal was his best friend.

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked.

He shook his head and sighed softly. "No. I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes and just be in darkness for a while like it didn't happen."

You frowned and patted the bed beside you. "Come to bed. I think I could try something that would help."

He opened his eyes he didn't remember closing at your offer and scoffed lightly as he got up.

"Pshh, I doubt it." Hunter said.

He sat on the bed next to you until you gestured him to your lap. He blushed but obliged, desperate for an ounce of rest. You put a hand in his hair and began working your magic. Even without your bard magic, you could already feel the effects working in no time. You began to sing softly.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly.... With his song.

Killing me... Softly... With his song...

You began to quietly hum the first verse as you felt Hunter slowly melt into your body. You could feel it within a few seconds. His body was finally beginning to relax, getting heavier on top of you.

About halfway through the song, you heard soft puffs of air escape his slightly parted lips. You smiled and blushed lightly, pausing to kiss the crown of his head. He shifted lightly as you stopped carding your hands through his hair. Not wanting to wake him, you softly began another song. Hoping he could stay in his much deserved rest.

After a few minutes, you found yourself yawning and becoming slow with your deliberate movements. You looked down and positioned the sleeping boy next to you. You shut off the light and scooted next to him. He was now on his side and completely relaxed. He leaned into your side and held onto you. His grip causing the sleep to become more prevalent in your eyes.

You softly heard him mumble something in your ear as you drifted off. You didn't quite catch it, but it didn't seem important. Your eyes closed on their own accord as you also fell into a warm deep sleep. The two of you completely still the whole night, not waking up once.

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Hunter saw a warm shaft of light behind his eyes, causing them to flutter open. He closed his mouth which had apparently been open while he slept. He moved his hand to wipe the drool off his face before he froze. His arm was over someone. And that someone was you.

When did that happen?

He didn't even recall falling asleep, let alone dreaming. It was too early to remember. You looked so peaceful in your sleep. It made his heart flutter. He wanted nothing more than to protect you from the world.

Which was funny because he never felt that urge before. You sighed in your sleep and wiggled your head closer to his chest, still deeply asleep. His face burned red. You were so warm. He hadn't slept that good probably ever. Not since he was knocked unconscious more than once over the years.

It was a foreign feeling.

But it didn't feel bad. He paused and took in the moment.

It felt nice. It felt safe. He felt loved.

He shook away tears at that thought and yawned softly, still feeling quite worn down from the night before. He laid back down and stared at your peaceful sleeping form. And yet again he felt his body trying to avoid sleep just by watching your eyelids flutter as you dreamt.

He barely had a thought in his mind as he fell unconscious again.

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It was the first good dream you had in weeks. You were sitting with Flapjack, feeding him some of your picnic you had prepared the morning before. He twittered happily as you offered a piece of your human sandwich. You heard the grass crunch in the distance and you looked up, seeing Hunter standing there awkwardly. He looked up at you with a light blush on his cheeks.

"Can I... Join you?" He asked timidly.

You smiled warmly and nodded. Gesturing to a spot on the picnic blanket next to you as you offered him some human food. He looked at it questionably before looking at your smiling face. He smiled back and took a bite of the sandwich, his pupils dilating in pleasure. His eyes widened as he looked to the food and then back at you. Not believing his taste buds at how good it was.

You giggled as you both chuckled for a bit and chatted while sharing food. It was the happiest you both had been in ages.

It slowly faded away as you opened your eyes to Hunter's shirt in your face. He was still fast asleep, holding you as he breathed slowly. You felt his breath softly tease the top of your hair. You could relish in this moment, even if for a little longer.

#hunter x reader toh #hunter toh #gender neutral reader insert fanfic #hunter x you #hunter x y/n #the owl house fanfiction #toh #the owl house #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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All Along [The Casita]

Summary: Just one of the days of the life in the walls of Casita...with a twist.

Category: Genfic, Pre-movie

Warnings: Angst, Abuela being an ass

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10 years.

It had been almost 10 years living alone in the walls of Casita. And despite being housed in a magical paradise, the years weren't kind.

The bags under his eyes had grown deeper and darker, his hair growing more and more unkempt, his eyes losing the light they once held.

And yet no one knew.

Or at least he thought.

Just like every other day, he lay haphazardly across the crumbling recliner catching some much needed z's. An annoying crack of sunlight shone through a gap in the boards, disturbing his slumber. Bruno groaned and buried his face into the old fabric of the chair. It was too early. But yet again, time was only an illusion.

A rat scampered up from the floor, giving a small squeak once it reached Bruno's sleeping form. Not receiving a response, it lightly nudged the side of his face and earned mumbled gibberish in response. It tried again, harder this time. Bruno turned his head, eyes squinting in the bright morning light. The small mammal motioned its head to the boarded mural from where the sun had been peeking in.

Bruno slowly blinked, trying to process the nonverbal cue. To reinforce the rat's message, a soft clatter of porcelain dishes could be heard beyond the walls. Bruno's stomach grumbled in anticipation.

He slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, sending the rat back to the floor. Too tired to notice, he swung his feet to stand and sent the poor thing flying across the room. He opened his eyes widely upon realizing his clumsy mistake. Bruno's eyes shot to his small companion and he carefully made his way over to the other side of the room. With extra caution, he picked up the dazed rat.

"Oh mi dulce Rosalita, ¿estás bien? Lo siento mi cariño. I'm so damn clumsy." Bruno said softly.

Rosalita blinked and wiggled her nose before giving a small squeak in response. Bruno sighed in relief.

"What on earth was that clatter? I heard that all the way from my room, Juli. Everything okay?"

Bruno froze. Of course he had to give himself away to his family, again. It's not like this hadn't happened before. It's bound to happen in a quiet community when you live inside the guts of your house, literally. But over the years, he had grown to be more careful. Especially after he had almost been caught a few times. He was lucky there always seemed to be a distraction right after to cover him up.

"I have no idea. Maybe some kids rough housing nearby?" He heard Julieta reply.

Bruno peered through the gap in the boards, giving him a small glance into casita’s kitchen. Julieta was just finishing up breakfast, as she did every morning. It was Agustín who had come to check in on her. He made a face and shrugged, seeming to agree with Julieta's explanation. It was a quiet enough town, so it wasn’t illogical.

“Everybody almost ready?” She asked, beginning to clean up.

“I think so,” Agustín said. “I can check though if you’d like.”

“Would you, cariño? That would be great.” Julieta said.

“Sure, no problema amor.” Agustín replied.

As he left to check on the others, Mirabel came rushing into the room towards the family plates.

“Good morning Mira, sleep well?” Julieta asked.

“Sí, a little too well. Lo siento, mamá. I guess I slept in.” Mirabel said.

“It’s quite alright, everyone needs it every once in a while. I would take care of setting the table if needed.” Julieta said.

“No má it’s fine, really. I have to help somehow..”

Bruno looked on with a heavy heart. The whole reason he had left in the first place was to make Mirabel’s life easier. Even if it was a little bit. But even with his disappearance, he could see that it apparently wasn’t enough. Mirabel still felt pressure to live up to his mother’s impossible expectations, and still felt like she wasn’t enough. She was still the scapegoat, the one everyone blamed when things went wrong. The thing Bruno had been trying to prevent. It’s obvious his prophecy would have made things much worse, but he thought that his mother would have been at least a little more forgiving of her granddaughter. Apparently not.

Julieta’s voice brought him from his thoughts. “Did you happen to see how everyone else was doing upstairs?”

“Everyone’s pretty much ready. It’s just..” Mirabel scoffed. “Señorita princesa Isabela is hogging up the bathroom for some reason this morning. Can’t she just grow a waterfall or something to wash up? It’s not like everyone else needs to shower or anything.”

Shower.. ¡Mierda! He forgot to shower! And if he didn’t keep up with his rituals.. Well. He didn’t want to think about it. Bruno rushed to the small cracked basin at the other side of the room and quickly splashed water onto his raggedy face. He blindly reached for the soap and began scrubbing himself as quickly as he could manage, knowing he didn’t have much time before his family came down for breakfast. Even though he knew no one would see him or notice his presence, Abuela had always made it known how important it was to have a specific routine. And what the consequences were if you didn’t follow it.

Bruno Madrigal was a grown man. He washed his own clothes, he knew how to make a meal if he had to. But what Abuela said, you would follow. And if you didn’t? Well may God bless you. And even when Abuela was long gone, Bruno was sure the family would still be mindlessly following these habits. They just stuck with you.

As quick as Bruno had begun to bathe, he was already finished. And just in time for him to join his family at his usual place behind the mural. He made a sign of the cross as he sat down and bowed his head in prayer alongside his family. Everyone listened in silence to Abuela’s prayer, waiting in bated breath to dig into their meal. After a brief moment of silence, Abuela sat at the head of the table, signaling it was okay to begin eating.

For a few minutes, all that was heard throughout the dining area was the clanking of silverware and soft sounding of eating. One would think the absence of talking would be unsettling, but it was actually quite comforting for Bruno. It reminded him that words weren’t needed to bond, that the family was still there; without all the usual chaos. He himself had begun to dig into his half of the bunuelo, saving the other half for his small friends. He exhaled in amusement. He could already hear his sisters and his mother if they saw the sight before him. Rats nibbling away at leftovers, on the table. ..And Bruno eating scraps from the night before.

He frowned and looked back at the family through the openings in the mural before glancing back at his “meal”. His stomach growled from the lack of food, causing him to look down. Before his thoughts could spiral deeper, Mirabel’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Hey mami, is it okay if I help out again in the village today? Like I did the other day? I was hoping maybe-”

“Mirabel, you know Julieta needs to focus on helping the community. You should know better than to interrupt that.” Abuela interrupted, void of much emotion.

Mira’s face fell. “I know but, it worked last time! I promise I won’t get in the way-” She said.

Abuela held a hand up, interrupting her again. “That’s enough.”

Bruno helplessly looked on with a fiery, heavy heart. If he wasn’t such a coward, maybe right then and there he would break through the mural and tell his mother off right there. But just like when he left, he just watched in silence. He kicked himself hard in the shin and held back tears.

“Má.. leave Mira alone. She is free to help as much as she wants. She’s never in the way.” Julieta said, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulders.

“But Juli, you mustn't be distracted-” Abuela began.

“I won’t be.” Julieta said firmly.

There was a brief, tense silence before Abuela sighed and resigned to Julieta’s request. It was a while before the usual chit-chat resumed at the table.

Bruno felt absolutely horrible. He was glad at least someone stood up for his sobrina, but maybe if he had been there… maybe if he lied ten years ago and took responsibility for the vision.. He couldn’t help but think that maybe things would be different. He punched his arm in both frustration and as a punishment of sorts.

Tu idiota estupido.. You really thought you leaving would make things better for your sobrina? Now look what you’ve done, you’ve made it wor-

“What is that noise? Did you all hear that?”

Bruno froze in place and smacked a hand over his mouth. He was muttering his thoughts out loud. Again. His heart hammered in his chest; he didn’t dare take another breath.

“Oh, it was Mariano. I think he’s at the door.” Dolores said.

Bruno slowly lowered his hand from his mouth and swiftly moved to the space in the mural boards, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting in the morning light. And sure enough, Dolores was going to the front door. No.. she wouldn’t-

But she didn’t stop there. She went outside and closed the door behind her. The family looked on in silence for a long moment before slowly resuming their previous conversations.

Bruno blinked. What just.. happened? Did that really happen?

After a few moments Dolores returned, silently closing the front door behind her before she came back into view. The family turned attentively in her presence.

“Is everything okay?” Julieta asked.

Dolores squeaked and nodded. “Sí, he just wanted to know when Isa would be available later. I let him know we will all be headed out al pueblo soon.”

“Perfecta!” Isabela said, excitedly standing up from her seat to hug Dolores. “Gracías prima!”

Isa stopped for a moment and recomposed herself, smoothing out her dress.

“I’ll take care of my plate, Abuela.” She said calmly, returning to the table.

“Thank you Isabela; much appreciated.” Abuela said, finishing up herself. “We have another big day ahead of us today, I want everyone downstairs and ready within a half an hour.”

A mixed chorus of “Yes abuela”’s and “Yes mamá”’s filled the dining room before everyone slowly trickled out one by one to clean their dishes. It wasn’t long before the only one remaining on the lowest floor of Casita was Dolores. She had been sitting timidly, playing with her leftover food. Once she finished chatting with Mira and made sure the coast was clear, she wordlessly turned to the family portrait.

Bruno receded into his ruana and inched backwards, as if she could see right through the painting. He again waited in bated breath. After a few tense moments, she broke the silence.

“You have to be more careful tío. I don’t know how long I can keep covering for you. I won’t be long before they.. you know.” She said quietly.

Bruno’s eyes widened at the realization. All this time, she knew. I mean, yes there was the food she brought to him occasionally, and she always had seemed to cover for him, but she never really said anything. Not until now. He just figured she thought he was lingering around somewhere or something, not that she knew he was still there, within the walls. His heart swelled, despite it hammering anxiously in his ribcage.

“And yes, I knew. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Just be more careful? Please?” She answered quietly.

Bruno nodded before remembering she had super hearing, not x-ray vision. “Sí.”

She squeaked quietly before hurrying off to take care of her plate and catch up with the rest of the family. Bruno lingered for a moment before turning back to his cuartito. For the first time in a while, Bruno felt loved in his own four walls.

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Sweater Weather

You loved October. It meant beautiful sceneries around every corner, it meant cozy sweaters with no bra underneath, it meant chilly mornings with Dean.

If there was one thing you hated most, it was how he guarded the covers with his life while he slept. Rather often than not, you would wake up with your hands and feet frozen. While right next to you, Dean was all warm and cuddled up beneath your thick fleece blanket. You weren’t a morning person, so usually you spent a few minutes trying to fight for at least some coverage back, with no avail. And then you would grumpily resign to being cold and go brew your morning coffee.

But then there were mornings like today, when you would wake up to Dean’s peaceful face next to yours. No covers being stolen, just warmth. It was mornings like these that made it all worth it.

You smiled and briefly admired his dusted cheekbones and luscious eyelashes. You looked down at his lips and gave them a chaste kiss, causing his eyes to open slowly.

“Mmm, morning.” He mumbled with a smile.

“Morning princess.” You said.

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed playfully, despite his eyes still holding their sleepiness. “Hey, I thought that was your nickname.” He said.

“Well I guess it could be yours too, Mr. pretty face.” You teased lightly.

Dean rolled his eyes with a smile. “Shut uup.”

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

#spn oneshot #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #spn fanfic

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Whatever Goes

Series Summary: Sam goes missing and Dean has to rely on unusual partners to help solve the case, (Set in s7)

Chapter 3

"I would be careful with this one guys, this one's a real fiasco." Jody said after she pulled up one of the license plate numbers.

"You found something?" Garth asked.

"Well, not on the pickup, but the van belongs to a guy named James Finnish. The guy only has a record of drunken battery and assault, but he's been on our suspect list for a while on a string of cases. The recent one with the two girls? On him. The one back a few years ago, also on him. We just can't prove it." Jody explained.

"Well that's definitely a lead." Dean said.

"Are there any other buildings he owns? Can you check?" Garth asked.

"Uh yeah actually, he owns two warehouses. If you two think this is a lead, that's great. But I don't want you guys doing this one solo, as macho as you both think you are, especially you Dean. I have a bad feeling about this one. Where are you guys?" She asked.

"No Jody seriously, it's fine. We're short on time as it is-" Dean began.

"I'm not asking; I'm coming. Tell me or I'll trace the call myself." Jody demanded.

Dean sighed. "The Red Motel off of the I-94; Plainsville, North Dakota."

"I'll be there in about two hours tops, sit tight." She said.

Dean ended the call and got up to grab his jacket and keys.

"Where are you going?" Garth asked.

"I'm not waiting any longer, Garth. Sam's in trouble and this can't wait."

"Are you crazy? Jody even had a bad feeling on this Dean, you could get yourself killed!"

"What's one monster out of everything I've faced? I'll be fine."

"Well then I'm coming with you."

"Garth-"

"No Dean. A good hunter always needs backup, even if it isn't dangerous. You'll have to stop me if you don't want me to go. Just please don't."

Dean bit his cheek and rubbed his stubble in annoyance. Not only was his brother in likely deep shit, he also had to babysit Garth. But maybe he had a point; he wasn't sure anymore. And even so, there was no way in the right mind he could hit someone like Garth.

"Fine, but you stick close. You hear?" Dean said.

"Loud and clear." Garth said.

"Don't- Never mind."

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Dean didn't care if he had to search every warehouse within the vicinity to find his brother. If that's what he had to do, he would do it. And that he did. Who knew there could be so many abandoned warehouses lying around? Each one left him more frustrated than the last. He knew the clock was ticking, but he just couldn't find anything. Maybe he should have waited for Jody, but his stubbornness got the best of him as it usually did.

It wasn't until the 6th warehouse until Dean finally caught onto some sort of trail. A small note was written for him or possibly even the cops at this point, on a piece of paper. The paper was left in the middle of the room on the floor and it read: "Too slow".

Dean didn't even want to think what that meant, but his insides clenched already at the thought of his little brother anything but alive. Before Dean could go through yet another outburst, Garth caught up and brought him slightly back to his senses.

"He's just messing with you. Most killers keep their victims alive for quite a bit actually." Garth said.

"But what if we've passed quite a bit, Garth. Huh?!" Dean retorted.

The shrill of Dean's cell phone brought him back to a different matter; Jody.

"Yeah? What?" Dean answered.

"You went on a little hunting yourself, didn't you Winchester?" Jody said.

"Did you expect otherwise? We're running out of time Jody, I can feel it." Dean said. "Either way, I found one of the warehouses. He left a note."

"Which one are you at?" Jody asked.

"The one on Borough Road." Dean said.

"Alright. I'll give you the other location when I get there, okay? I'll be there in ten." Jody said.

They both ended the call and Dean stormed back outside to get some fresh air.

"So?" Garth asked.

"She said she'll be here soon and to hang tight."

It wasn't even five minutes later when Jody's squad car pulled up onto the gravel lot. Dean raised his eyebrows before coming to the conclusion she had tracked his phone sooner.

"I told you to wait." She said, pulling herself from the car.

"Yeah, well you know me." Dean said.

Jody sighed. "The other warehouse he owns is about 5 miles from here. I'll let you take the lead so it doesn't raise as many suspicions."

"Alright, let's get this show on the road then." Dean said, heading to the Impala.

Garth gave Jody an apologetic smile for Dean's erratic behavior; she brushed it off with a smile of her own, knowing Garth was as harmless as a fly.

Not much time later, the group arrived to the only warehouse left in the whole subdivision. Dean and Garth took the lead as instructed while Jody hung back for a few moments before following behind them.

As expected, this warehouse was no different than the rest. The floors were cold and damp, old machinery and chairs lined some of the walls, the paint had mostly peeled with time, and occasionally a hint of graffiti would make an appearance. The two of them were as quiet as can be while being sure to also be quick enough to beat the ticking clock in Dean's head. Guns drawn and in a single file, Garth and Dean scanned the large warehouse until they came across a dried splatter of blood; then another. They followed the trail which increased in volume as they went along, sending a cinch into Dean's gut.

After some time, they came across Sam. Beaten, bloodied, and a heap of bruises. Dean practically ran as he called for him, all cover being blown. Garth facepalmed and stayed back to be safe. Sam remained motionless the whole time. Dean overlooked his brother and was grateful to find he was alive; a look for sore eyes, but alive.

"Come on Sammy, we're getting you out of here." Dean said as he began to lift his unconscious brother.

Dean froze at the click of a gun.

"Going somewhere?" A voice said from the shadows.

The voice emerged from behind another partition, revealing to be James himself. All in his glory of ratty blond hair and sweat stained clothes. By the looks of it he was just a human, but one couldn't be too sure.

"Actually yes." Jody said from behind him. "I would drop your weapon if I were you."

James chuckled. "Or what, you'll shoot me? Please I've heard th-"

A gunshot cut him off before two more went off. It all happened so fast. James fell to his knees in shock before firing off his gun twice reflexively. Dean suddenly couldn't breathe; he fell to the floor half carrying his brother. His eyesight slowly deteriorating to blackness. The jostle awoke Sam, who in turn was now as frantic as ever. Why was he so frantic? Why was everyone running towards him?

And then there was nothing.

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Dean woke up to the annoying beep of a heart monitor and a strong scent of sterilized alcohol. He looked around the room blearily before his eyes landed on Sam, who sat next to him.

"About time you rolled around." Sam said.

"Me? You're the one I had to almost carry out the front door there, Punky Brewster.'' Dean joked.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

After a few moments, a nurse entered the room. If Dean had to guess, Sam had pushed the assistance button when he wasn't looking.

"Good to see you awake Mr. Wiesmerski." The nurse said. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sore, but good otherwise." He said.

"You're quite lucky. The bullet wound just missed your lung, thankfully." The nurse said.

"And I'm assuming the sheriff brought me in?" Dean asked.

"Yeah actually, you gave her quite a scare. She would like to see you now if that's okay." The nurse said.

"Send her in, it's okay." Dean said.

The nurse checked Dean's vitals and left him alone, giving him a smile on the way out. Sam looked back to Dean, giving him a chance to give him a quick once-over.

After all of the blood had been cleaned up Sam actually didn't look as terrible as he had looked earlier. Several deep gashes lined one side of his face, and he sported a nasty black eye. His arms were wrapped in gauze but other than that, Dean knew he was going to be okay. And that was all that mattered.

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Undone- Suptober Day 23

A long day, that's what it had been. Just a long day. At least that's what Dean kept telling himself after he finally killed that banshee-like spirit. He should have been celebrating, but all he kept thinking about were those thoughts that plagued his mind.

"This, this is what you're gonna become!"

"You don't have to kill me."

"Yeah, I do."

"Nothing more than daddy's blunt little instrument."

"I'm poison."

"Everyone around you dies."

"When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost!"

"I gave everything for you, and this is what you give to me?"

"You're nothing; you're worthless."

He practically collapsed into the driver side of the impala when he finally got to it. He was suddenly too tired, and wasn't even sure he was up for the long drive to the motel.

Unaware of what was going through Dean's head, you plopped yourself down onto the seat with a different type of tiredness. You sighed and rolled your joints achily.

"Man, what a bitch." You said.

Not receiving a response, you looked over to Dean, who was absently staring down the gravel road in front of him.

"Dean?" You asked.

"Hm?" He asked, almost barely breaking his staring contest.

"You okay?" You asked.

He paused for a moment; you knew he was coming up with a lie.

"Yeah, just...." He trailed off.

He looked back at you. You were his best friend, his rock. He knew you would be there for him, yet he couldn't spit it out. Why couldn't he spit it out?

You put a hand onto his leg, causing him to look down. You smiled at him and made sure he looked straight into your eyes.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" You said.

Dean nodded, afraid of what would come out if he spoke. You had been there before; you understood.

"I understand, take your time." You said. "You need me to drive? You seem like you could use the rest."

Dean shook his head after trying to speak again. There was another knot in his throat, a dangerous one. The one that signaled the dam was about to break. And he knew that once that happened, there was no turning back. It was always the same.

He needed the time to drive, you needed time to rest, simple. Maybe, just maybe if he allowed himself that time, the thoughts would just return to their natural places. If they wouldn't come out in a healthy manner, then that was where they would have to stay. Although, they never did.

It only took Dean about an hour before he felt the massive knot in his throat become even larger, as if the thoughts had nestled in further. Fresh tears had begun to sting his eyes, forcing him to park on the side of the road.

You had fallen asleep long ago, but the accidental jostling of the car had woken you up. You looked over in slight concern under your half-lidded eyes, wondering what had been wrong.

Dean's firm grip remained on the steering wheel for a moment before slacking. His hands fell to his legs and he let out a choked sob. Before he could even begin to try and stop it, he was full-on sobbing.

This was something foreign to Dean. The strong waves of emotions felt as if he was drowning, and you were his only anchor through the raging waters.

Dean looked to his side to see you had at some point opened his door to comfort him. And he could do nothing but cry. He felt so helpless.

"Let it all out, I'm here." You said.

He could just about make out the sound of your voice through the rush of thoughts all over again. He began to realize he couldn't breathe, no matter how many breaths he took. His head began to pound with each exhale and hot tears poured down his face frantically.

He had no idea how long the two of you sat there, but after what seemed to be quite some time, Dean's sobs quieted to shaky breaths and sporadic sniffles. Crisp night air enveloped half of Dean's body, causing him to shiver; you gave him a gentle but firm hug.

"Why does this have to be so hard?" He asked, voice still full of emotion.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Everything. The monsters we face, our lives, our stupid destiny that we can't seem to escape." Dean said. "All of this is too much and I just need it to end. When will it end?"

You gave him a sympathetic smile. "I wish I had all the answers for you, I really do. But what matters, is that you control your life, not some destiny. I know it doesn't seem like it, believe me, but it's true. If you want it to stop, we can make it stop. We can live that apple pie life you've always talked about; sand between your toes. Just say the word and I'll follow."

"You make it sound so easy." Dean said.

"But it is that easy." You said. "Look, yes there will be some major bumps along the way, but whose life wouldn't have those? If you just keep it at it, it'll work."

Dean blinked and wiped his eyes. "And you know this how?"

You smiled at a brief fond memory. "From a little birdie who knows a little birdie; my grandma."

"Your grandma taught you all that?" He said, chuckling lightly.

"Yeah. And she lived a long happy life. Obviously it wasn't perfect, but you know.. The works." You said. "It's good to see that bright smile again by the way."

If you looked close enough under the low lighting, you could've sworn you saw Dean blush. He looked down before looking back at you momentarily.

"You ready to hit the road?" He asked.

"Ready if you are." You said.

You gave him a final hug before stretching out your legs, giving you the chance to look at the beautiful night sky.

"Mind if I take on the road? You look like you could use an hour or so." You asked.

Dean looked up at you; he shouldn't have even been surprised that you had asked. The catharsis had helped him feel much better, although his eyes did feel tighter than they had before, and his pounding headache wasn't helping.

"Sure, have at it." He said, tossing you the keys.

As soon as his head rested against the cool window, the pain was no more than a dull ache in his mind.

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Whatever Goes

Series Summary: Sam goes missing and Dean has to rely on unusual partners to help solve the case. (Set in s7)

Chapter 2

Before Dean knew it, a knock awoke him from an accidental slumber. He stumbled out of bed and opened the door for what Dean called loosely a friend, for the lack of a better term..

"Hey- When's the last time you slept?" Garth asked, taking in Dean's appearance.

"No idea; that's not really important right now." Dean said.

"Yeah it is.." Garth paused to look at the disheveled state of the room. "Uh.."

Dean turned around and looked back to Garth, completely forgetting the mess he made hours before.

"I know. But it helped me find some of Sam's notes from the case we were working on, believe it or not. I just can't make heads or tails of anything, not even the supposed monster we were hunting." Dean said.

Garth briefly shuffled through a few of the papers.

"What was the case?" He asked.

"Two girls had gone missing along with a string of murders. The tipping point was the fact that there was no trace of anything; a cold trail." Dean explained.

An idea popped into Garth's head.

"You said Sam went missing, right?" Garth asked.

"Why else would you be here."

"How exactly did he go missing?"

"What do you mean how? I don't know! I fell asleep with him next to me in the car one minute and he's gone the next!" Dean exclaimed.

"Just like the others. Did you happen to do a traffic cam check?" Garth asked.

Dean stopped and rubbed at his hairline shamefully. "No."

Garth smirked. "Well, lucky you have me to remind you then!"

He patted Dean on the shoulder, getting an eye roll from Dean behind his back, before suggesting they got to work.

Off of Sam's laptop (he could practically hear his brother already), the two of them hacked into the county's traffic cams. They clicked through dozens of them until Dean found one not too far from where he and his brother were last together.

The camera information showed it was positioned at a stop light not far from a gas station; ironically the only one for miles. It wasn't long before the footage around the time of Sam's disappearance started to play. Only two vehicles were seen passing through this area within roughly an hour: a white pickup and a grey van. One headed down the highway while the other trailed onto a side road, both twenty minutes apart.

It wasn't much to go on, but it was a lead; it was something.

It didn't take them long to arrive at the isolated "Meeky Market" gas station but to Dean, it felt like forever. The wheels in his head just kept on turning over and over again, and he was sure Garth had picked up on it by this point. He reassured Dean once on the short ride that they would find his brother, but Dean was silent in return. There was no more small talk after that.

"Excuse me sir," Dean began, getting the only clerk's attention. "Hi, Agent Stills, FBI. This is my partner, Agent Hemsworth, also FBI."

The younger man stopped stocking his small area to observe the two badges held out in front of Garth and Dean. He nodded and nervously adjusted his shirt collar.

"What can I do for you fellas?" He asked.

"There's a recent missing persons that's been filed not far from here, and I just had a couple questions." Dean said, flipping through his photos. "Have you seen him?"

The clerk took a moment to observe the picture of Sam on Dean's phone before nodding. "Yeah, tall fella?" He asked.

Both Dean and Garth nodded.

"He was here sometime early this morning, yeah.. He just grabbed some food and headed to the outhouse." The clerk said.

"Did he happen to grab one of these papers?" Garth asked, straying towards the paper bin.

"Yeah actually." The clerk said.

"May I?" Garth asked, reaching down to grab one.

The clerk nodded. "Sure."

"And what about this truck, look familiar?" Dean asked.

He shows the clerk the traffic cam photo of the white pickup; the clerk shakes his head.

"No, sorry." He said.

"How about this van?" Dean asked, showing him another traffic cam photo.

"I think so, but I'm not sure. Sorry, a lot of cars stop through here sir." The clerk said.

"No worries, thank you for your time." Garth said.

The two of them allowed the man to get back to work before stepping outside to have a conversation.

"Did he seem nervous to you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't think too much into it. He was young and did say he saw Sam, after all." Garth said.

"Yeah…" Dean pounded his fist lightly onto the roof of his car in frustration. "Damnit."

"Hey, don't worry. The trail isn't cold yet, we still have that van to check out. You know, the one headed down that side road?" Garth said.

"You know what, you're right. Let's go." Dean said.

Without much of an argument, Garth agreed to head down towards where the van had last been seen. It was empty for quite some time until an empty looking house appeared on the right hand side. Dean slowed the car.

"Only house for miles; gotta mean something right?" Garth said.

Dean nodded and put the car into park. He made a silent move for Garth to stay close and pull out his weapon, just in case. No car sat in the driveway, but Dean knew this was no coincidence. The house was surprisingly well kept, likely to keep away any suspicions from those passing by. Of course, the door was locked, but that didn't stop the two hunters. Dean was about to kick the door in before Garth stopped him, reminding him to be subtle with a lock pick. Dean grumbled something about doing things the hard way but trailed off as the door opened with a click.

Upon walking inside the place was neat, too neat. The floors were spotless, the shelves and corners were dusted. Nothing looked out of place; even the basement was clean. The sight unnerved the two of them as they combed through the picture-perfect house. Oddly enough, nothing was found. But Dean knew deep down it was the right place, maybe just the wrong time.

"How about we call Jody? See if she could find anything we can't." Garth suggested before Dean could lose his temper.

Dean closed his eyes briefly, trying to shut out his anger. Everything was going so slow, and he needed to find Sam before-

"Dean, hey bud."

He opened his eyes.

"I know you're upset, but Sam's not gonna get found sooner if you don't take a breath."

Somewhere deep down, Dean found himself calming down. Something he hadn't been able to do ever. He didn't want to admit it, but maybe Garth was someone he needed to lean on right now. He breathed in deeply and exhaled softly.

"You good?" Garth asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Dean replied.

"Okay, good." Garth said. "Why don't we head out and give Jody a call, huh? She'll probably find something."

"Sounds good to me. And Garth?" Dean said.

Garth turned around to face Dean.

"Thank you." He said.

"Don't mention it." Garth said with a smile.

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Whatever Goes

Series Summary: Sam goes missing and Dean has to rely on unusual partners to help solve the case. (Set in s7)

Warnings: Abuse of alcohol

Chapter 1

Dean drummed his fingers on the hood of the Impala, the vibrations rumbling the evening dew down to its edges. Leaning back, he hummed softly and took in the crisp, late summer night.

"Find anything?" He asked.

"Nada," Sam replied. "But I do feel like we're close."

"Yeah? Seems like a whole lotta nothing to me." Dean said.

He walked around the car and opened the driver side door. Sam practically jumped into the passenger side’s dry interior, which was thankfully a couple degrees warmer.

"Well there's tire tracks leading away from the field, right?" Sam said.

"Yeah..?" Dean said.

"Well unless if the girls and the killer vanished into thin air, we're in the right area. It's dark out, so we could have possibly missed where the rest of the tracks went." Sam said.

Dean nodded. "So should we check for more prints at daybreak."

"Yeah. Could we stop at a motel for the night? I honestly don't really want to sleep in the car again." Sam asked.

"Well maybe if you weren't so tall.." Dean teased

Sam smacked Dean’s shoulder, earning a laugh from him. Dean silently agreed with the plan and drove off, the smirk not leaving his face for a while. They only drove for about forty minutes, but it could have easily been longer. Not many passing cars, no streetlights; it was enough to ease his brother to sleep and Dean could even feel himself grow tired.

Usually, the impala had this magical touch. It could have been that it was the boys' make-shift home for so long. Or maybe just the fact that she too was considered part of the family and deep down, she always made the boys feel safe.

Due to his brother sleeping and them being in the middle of nowhere, the radio wasn't an option to help keep Dean alert. When he had tried earlier, all he received were dragged out talk shows and some garbled mess on the AM side.

Just as he was thinking of possibly pulling off to the side for a few hours, his peripherals caught onto the color red on his dashboard. So his tired eyes could see correctly, he pulled over to take a look. To his luck, they were next to nothing on gas. It was what he had least expected. He softly headbutted the steering wheel in frustration; he knew he should have stopped at that pitstop a-ways back.

Looking over at Sam (who was still passed out from exhaustion) and down to his watch, he decided it wouldn't hurt to wait this one out. He remembered they had extra fuel in the trunk, but his drooping eyes were telling him otherwise. He turned off the ignition, sighed, and looked over at his brother once again. A slight tinge of guilt made its way to the surface as he saw how cramped Sam had looked in the passenger seat.

"Sorry Sammy." Dean gruffed out as he reached for the rough blankets in the backseat.

He threw a couple over himself and Sam, barely getting the chance to adjust before he too drifted off to sleep.

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Dean awoke to the sound of absolute silence; not even his brother made a sound next to him. The sound, or the absence of it, was enough for him to snap his eyes open. He turned his head to find a cold, vacant seat. After peering into the back seats and finding nothing, Dean jumped out of the car. Upon running to the other side of his car, he found the blanket he had covered Sam with hours earlier. He didn’t know how long he had slept, but it couldn’t have been long as it was still dark outside. He grabbed his phone and turned on his flashlight, half-expecting to see Sam sitting along the side of the road somewhere or something. But Sam was nowhere to be found. His heart hammered in his chest as he began to call for his brother. After not hearing a response for a few minutes, he began to spiral. He pulled at his hair and fought back tears.

He tried one last time to pierce his voice into the darkness.

“Sam!”

Nothing.

Fueled by pure adrenaline but still feeling numb, Dean got back into the car and furiously revved its engine. He stared down the endless pavement in front of him and took off. He knew he didn’t have much to work with, but that wouldn��t stop him from finding Sam alive and in one piece.

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Dean drove for hours, wracking his brain for anything to lead him to his brother. He was at the edge of breaking and had nothing to go on. As if the universe was testing him, he noticed the red light again at the side of his dash. He had refueled miles back when the car abruptly stopped in the middle of the road with the spare gas he had in his trunk. But it seems either the gas was bad or there wasn’t enough in the spare can. At the first truck stop Dean sees, he pulls over.

After refueling, he glanced at his car and paused. Hadn’t Sam left some of his notes in the Impala? Dean raced to the passenger side and frantically dug into the glove compartment. Aside from the haphazardly placed burner cells, ID cards, and cassettes, there was nothing else. He rushed to the backseat and unzipped Sam’s bag; bingo.

He frantically shuffles through his brother’s pile of notes, trying to decipher through the doctor-like penmanship. He occasionally releases his frustrations out loud, cursing profusely. Halfway through the stack of a combination of printed articles and handwritten notes, Dean comes across a realization. Sam doesn’t keep all of his notes with him, as to not cause any suspicions. Dean had finally reached a small moment of clarity. He tossed the unkept papers onto the back seat and began his treck back to their previous motel room. He only hoped he wasn’t headed in the wrong direction.

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Upon arrival, Dean picks their previous room’s lock and bursts through the door. Thankfully, it seemed he had some luck on his side today, as the housekeeper had not yet touched their room yet. He silently cheered to himself as he placed the “do not disturb” marker on the outside of the door handle, just in case.

Sam’s notes were neatly placed on the bed farthest from the door. Thinking that he had found what he was looking for, Dean mentally patted himself on the back. Although when he had quickly shuffled to the end of the note stack, he realized these weren’t the notes he needed.

Once again, his panic mode switched back on. He frantically began to search every inch of the room; under every drawer, every mattress, every bedsheet. Still, nothing was found. He began to fume; how come this always had to happen to him? In his frustration, he ripped a corkboard from the wall. From his peripherals he could see he had found what he was looking for, the rest of Sam’s notes. He blinked, wondering why he didn’t expect that before. He admired Sam’s proactivity and subconsciously thanked him for being so careful.

He was tempted to grab every slip of information before pausing. Everything seemed to be a mess at first glance. But upon further inspection, you could see a small pattern to his brother’s work. In a weird way it reminded him of his father’s work, except for the scrawl of Sam’s large hands.

Even with the other notes, Dean couldn’t seem to piece everything together. Everything was in a way he understood, sure, but they still hadn’t quite figured out the monster they were dealing with yet. He racked his brain and scoured the internet for what seemed like days, yet nothing added up. The disappearances, the victims, the bodies and how they were found.. Everything seemed too neat, and most of the time the only common occurrence was where the victims had disappeared. The clock was ticking; who knows where his brother had wound up? Or “is” wound up, not had been. He refused to even think of his brother as among the victims.

Dean could barely even feel his eyes burning anymore from the lack of sleep and the LED screen. He massaged his forehead and allowed himself to step back and rest, but only for a moment. Dead ends were popping up everywhere he had looked; ghouls, demons, skinwalkers, shifters.. Nothing matched the profile. What was there even left to do? Calling for help, which nowadays was scarce.

Most if not all of his friends were dead, and he had little connections to other hunters. He couldn’t pray to Cas, since he had been swallowed by that leviathan crap. Bobby, well he didn’t even want to start to think about that right now. Dean shook his head to rid himself of the haunting thoughts.

Though he desperately needed another head in on this disaster, he couldn’t really think of anyone that he would want to call up right now. After all, when it came to his brother he didn’t want another nose where it didn’t belong. But what choice did he really have? The longer he waited, the more of a risk he knew his brother was at.

Out of nothing but pure desperation, Dean scrolled through his contacts and stopped when he reached one of the few hunters he had known that were still alive. He sighed in annoyance and made the call.

“Y’ello?”

“Hey Garth, uh, Dean.” Dean said.

“Hey Dean! Good to hear your voice man, how’s it goin’?” Garth asked.

“Sam, I can’t find Sam.” Dean managed to say.

Dean’s throat suddenly felt tight; he wasn’t sure if he had made the right move anymore. But he also wasn't sure he could back out either. There was a pause before Garth answered.

“What do you mean-”

“I mean he disappeared damnit!”

“Okay, okay. Calm down bud, We’ll find-”

“I can’t calm down knowing my brother could be bleeding out-” Dean clenched his teeth and sucked in a deep breath before putting the phone back to his ear. “You’re the only one I can really count on right now, please.”

“Say no more Dean-o, anything for a friend.” Garth said.

“Don’t call me that.” Dean mumbled.

“Just tell me where you’re at, and I’ll be there faster than you can say “go”.

Dean hated nothing more than being alone right now, but he asked himself again if he really wanted Garth as company. The man was harmless, but also quickly got to Dean’s nerves. He could at least try to back out of it and find someone or something else.

“You know what? No need, Garth. I just need some help cracking this stuff,that’s all. It’ll waste more time waiting for you anyway.” Dean explained.

"Nah don't worry about it, I've got nothing better to do right now anyways. Besides, sounds like you could really use the company. Where you at?" Garth asked.

Dean sighed, he knew it wasn't going to be that easy to get Garth off of his tail. He should have known better than to even call.

"Plainsville, North Dakota; Red Motel off of I-94."

"Awesome! I'm only a few hours out, I'll see you then."

And with that, the call ended. The only question being, how was he going to keep his sanity in one piece?

With a lot of time to burn, the only thing Dean could think of to do was to drown his anxieties in cheap booze. Hopefully by the time Garth had arrived, Dean would have somewhat more of a leveled head.

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