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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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7 Days to Die - Part 5

Heal

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Scary situations all round, language, implied character death.

Summary: The reader works to get Jensen feeling better again, but she forgets about her own health.

a/n: I guess I put it in here too, a little feeling of The Last of Us mission of Ellie trying to get meds for Joel, whereas in this Y/N is trying to get meds for Jensen.

Word Count: 1,293

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“Damn.”

Y/N cursed when the fifth check point that day came up empty for antibiotics.

As she exited a gun cocking behind her caused her to freeze.

“Don’t move.” A deep voice with a southern accent said.

The voice had a sense of familiarity.

“Benny?” she asked.

She turns to face the man. And it was the actor that played Benny Lafitte from Supernatural.

“Jensen must have told you about us.” He said, lowering his gun. Putting the safety on.

“Speaking of, he’s hurt. I need antibiotics, like now.” She says urgently.

“How bad?” he says.

“Bad, gunshot wound, I managed to stitch up. But it’s infected. He’s fighting a fever right now.” She explained.

“We got some in our camp, I’ll take you to Misha.” He says.

“How far is it, I don’t want to be too far from Jensen.” She says.

“Not far, this is our strong hold. We keep it stocked with mostly weapons. The meds are on the other side of the camp.” He says.

“What about his family?” she asked.

“We got some meds for them, they’re bouncing back. But his wife, she’s getting worse.” He says.

“Then you might need something stronger.” She says.

“Maybe, but we can’t find any. We don’t want to venture too far ourselves.” Benny says. “And Jensen and Jared pushed it going to that quiet small town.” He says.

“Jared didn’t make it.” she says sadly. “Scratched, turned.” She says.

“Damn.” Benny says sadly.

It wasn’t that far of a walk, the camp Y/N got into she had to go around the scrimmage that still went on. She went unnoticed, luckily.

At the camp it was like a scene from Supernatural, episode The End. She kept to herself, following Benny to the Infirmary.

Misha was at the main desk as she walked in behind Benny. Jotting something down, he looks up to see who entered.

“Hey Benny, who do you have there?” he asked.

“Didn’t catch her name but she’s with Jensen, says he’s hurt and needs meds. The strong ones.” Benny says.

“My name’s Y/N by the way.” She says. “He was shot, now the wound is infected.” She adds.

“I have just the stuff. Be sure to clean your hands, the wound, then apply it to a clean bandage. And he should bounce back within a day.” He says. Handing her a bottle of antiseptic and a loaded syringe filled with a clear liquid.

“He needs that shot. Just stab him in the arm with it, right there.” He points on his own arm to show her. She nods.

“Thank you Misha.” She says.

“Please, it’s okay to call me Cas in the camp. It’s what we refer to everyone in here. They’re Supernatural characters. As lame as that sounds. But it keeps us all sane.” Misha says.

“I get it. Once he’s better, we’ll be on our way up.” she says.

“We’ll be waiting, have a safe walk back.” He says.

“Maybe I should walk her back?” Benny offered.

“No, we need you here, we lost three more guys to a horde south of here.” Misha said.

“A horde, this far out?” Y/N asked.

“It keeps getting bigger. It’s out of Vancouver.” Misha says.

“Not only that we got a group of raiders to the east.” Benny adds.

“Well, we got some work to do on your forces. We’ll be back before the raiders come.” She says.

“Be safe out there kiddo, bring back my guy safe and sound.” Misha says.

“Plan to.” She says. Heading out, nearly sprinting out of the camp and back to the cabin.

She got back to the cabin by sundown, having to go around the same scrimmage. She washes her hands as best as she could, getting a fresh bandage she puts the antiseptic on the bandage. Just seeing how bad his color is, drove her to work fast.

She works the old one off of him. Taking a clean rag with clean water she cleans up the wound. He lets out a groan of pain, he shifts, writhing in pain slightly. Before passing out again.

“I’m sorry, but you need to get better. You have a family to get back to.” She says.

She puts on the new bandage that has the antiseptic.

Then takes the syringe, and sterile wipes cleaning his arm up of any possible germs. Then driving the needle in quickly, injecting the antibiotics slowly.

“There, you should be getting better soon.” She says.

She cleans up the area, and heads to the living room to sit and relax. Even with the sounds of the scrimmage still going on in the distance.

The fight silenced at sunrise the next day.

Y/N sat on the bed, fighting sleep, but not feeling too hot herself. She didn’t realize she hadn’t eaten in a while, but kept up on fluids. But she could feel how weak she was.

The sun rose more and more, showing the hours passing, she heard Jensen waking up. Showing signs of life. She finally allows herself to sleep, closing her eyes briefly. She heard him up and walking around. Though slowly, he entered the living room. Seeing her slouching on the couch.

“Did you get any rest?” he asked.

“No, not with that fight that went on for a four days.” She says.

“Sounds like it finally stopped.” He says.

“Probably ran out of ammo.” She says.

“You sound awful, rest up. We’ll head out soon.” He says.

“I’ll shut my eyes.” She says. “Oh, and we’re not far from your camp. It’s like, a days walk.” She adds.

“I take it that’s where you got the meds for me from.” He says. She nods.

“Well, awesome. Rest up quick, and we’ll head out and just haul ass.” He adds.

They quickened their pace when they left the cabin, not wanting to be in the middle of a possible firefight, which they avoided.

She began to lag behind. Her energy leaving her, if she did the math right, she didn’t eat for 3 solid days, now on day four she doesn’t feel right. She was careful to ration the water, but she was drinking. But not enough.

Her gaze was at the ground, she began to stagger. She admitted to herself, she needs to stop. She needs to tell Jensen.

“Jen…” she says, though too softly for him to hear. Too weak. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she passes out, collapses on the cold wet ground.

The thud prominent, Jensen turns to find Y/N’s unconscious body on the ground.

“No.” he says quietly. Not wanting to be heard. His heart rate picks up.

All he saw was Jared in his mind, when he collapsed, as he ran to her aid.

He lifts her in his arms, he noticed how light she was. Even almost felt every vertebra in her spine. She starved herself. The work she was doing burned a lot of calories and energy, she didn’t recharge herself with eating.

I’m not gonna lose you too. He thought.

Picking her up in his arms he hurries to the camp.

Night fell when Benny saw his friend carrying someone he just saw the other day. Who looked healthy, but now looks to be dying of starvation.

“I’ll let Cas know.” Benny says.

“Hurry, she must have not eaten anything since I’ve been out.” Jensen says.

The two run through the camp to the Infirmary.

“Misha, she’s starved herself.” Jensen says.

“Well, good to see you too.” Misha says.

Jensen takes her to an open bed. Misha looks her over.

“I can still save her; she’s not totally dehydrated but I’ll pump her full of fluids. She’ll bounce back by morning.” He says. And he gets to work.

“Come on boss, ‘sides, you’re kids need their father.” Benny says.

“Wait, how is she? Danneel?” he asked.

“Look boss, there’s no easy way to say this.” Benny says.

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 4 years

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The Whole Truth - 2

(Full story available on AO3! If you want to be tagged as new chapters are posted, leave a comment “tag me” on this post!)

(Please note: Tumblr continues to make my Italics disappear. It’s very frustrating, so I apologize if the formatting makes anything confusing.)

Monday

1999

Aziraphale stared at the book on his desk. “What kind of curse?”

“Don’t know, not my department.” Gabriel smiled, excited, just a little distracted. It tugged at something in Aziraphale, made him want to prove he was worth the Archangel’s attention, too. “Michael’s soldiers seized it in a raid. Very dramatic stuff. Pity you weren’t able to make it.”

“Ah, yes, well…”

“Could have used another sword.” A nudge of the elbow, so hard Aziraphale staggered a little. “Those demons fought back hard.”

“Yes, terribly sorry. As I’d said there was this urgent business to attend to. Demonic possession. Entire family cursed. The house itself had become sentient. And. Carnivorous. I really had to deal with it all immediately.”

“Sounds frightening.”

“Oh, it was. Very frightening. And gory. And certainly not rated for general audiences.”

“What?”

“Nothing!” Aziraphale tugged on his waistcoat. The last thing he needed was for Gabriel to learn about movie night. Well. It was mid-ranked on the very long list of things Gabriel shouldn’t know. He hated lying to the Archangel, but no – things were better this way. “Regardless. You say these – these demons had this book in their possession?”

“Oh, yes. Not sure what they were planning to do with it, but it’s cursed. Very cursed.”

“Fascinating.” Aziraphale picked up a pen and used it to lift the cover, peering at the first page. He could just make out the writing. “It’s printed, not handwritten. Not Roman or Cyrillic alphabet.” He let the cover fall and started searching for a pair of gloves. “In fact, I don’t recognize the script at all. I’ll need a larger sample—”

Gabriel clapped his hands. “Good! Excellent, that’s just what I like to hear. Your obsession with material objects and human record keeping finally has a use. So glad we have an expert to consult on this.” Aziraphale hid a little smile at that. Expert. “See what you can find out by the end of the week.”

“End of the – you can’t be serious.” Aziraphale pulled his glasses off, waving them as politely as he could. “I mean, I’m sure you have your reasons, O holy Archangel, but deciphering an unknown text takes time. Not to mention identifying a curse—”

“We already have a team on that,” Gabriel interrupted, before Aziraphale could confess to knowing very little about demonic curses, apart from the sort Crowley shouted at other drivers.

“Oh. Jolly good.”

“Yes, they’ve told me the curse is so potent, any angel attempting to remove it would be immediately destroyed. Incinerated was the term they used.”

“Ah.” Aziraphale took a step away from the desk. “Well, I suppose that does change things.”

Gabriel shrugged. “As long as you don’t try to remove the curse yourself, you’re fine. Anyway, by Friday night, they’ll have worked out a proper disposal method. I proposed launching the book into the sun but apparently that would cause a, what did they call it, Superb Nova.”

“Oh dear.” Another step away. “You know, Gabriel, as…happy as I am that you wish to entrust this task to me, er, we are currently located in a major population center, and I don’t think—”

“Aziraphale,” Gabriel gave him that warm look, the one he saw so rarely, the one that made him feel included. “This raid was a big deal. I don’t want to start any rumors, but…it’s possible the demons were planning something. I would consider it a huge favor if you could just, I don’t know, poke around a bit? Find out what they wanted?”

“Well…as…as a favor…” There was a shiver of happiness running up his spine at that. Gabriel never asked for favors. “Yes, I think I can…learn a few things that might help you out. As long as it’s safe?”

“It’s fine!” Gabriel picked up the book and waved it around. “Perfectly harmless to angels; obviously, don’t let any humans near it. They might set something off. Probably blow up half the city!” He laughed, tossing the book. It hit the table with a crack, falling open to a random page.

“Oh, dear.” That hardly sounded safe. “What…if a demon tried? Er, someone come looking for his lost property, perhaps?”

“It would be very bad. No one touches this but you. Understand?”

Aziraphale nodded, feeling rather ill. He should say no, there were too many things that could go wrong.

His eyes drifted to the open book, the strange writing, a drawing of some horrifying creature. One word was a little larger than the rest and for a second, it looked familiar. He bent closer, almost instinctively. “This text…I almost think I’ve seen it before. No, it’s gone now, but perhaps…” He looked up in time to catch an eager gleam in Gabriel’s eyes. “Yes, I think…I can take a look. As…as a favor.”

“Excellent! That’s exactly the attitude I like to see. Now if you’ll excuse me, lots to do, places to be. I’ll follow up with you on Friday. Say, four o’clock?”

In a twinkling of light and a pop of air pressure, Aziraphale was alone with the book.

“He just – just left you with a cursed book?” Crowley paid the ice cream vendor and handed Aziraphale his cone.

“Yes. Is that so strange? I am an expert on Earth tomes, and languages, and treatises on magic.” He puffed his chest a little. “Why shouldn’t Heaven give me such a fascinating project?”

“Because they don’t care about any of that,” Crowley snapped flatly. “Besides, languages? I’ve heard you speak French.”

“I was having a bit of an off day,” Aziraphale pouted. “I shouldn’t be judged based on a single incident – what was it, two hundred and six years ago now? For all you know, I’ve been brushing up on my French ever since.” He licked the ice cream, smiling at the thick, creamy texture of it.

“Have you though?” Crowley sauntered alongside him, hands in his pockets, red hair slicked and gelled tight against his head.

“Well, no, but only because I’ve already read everything of interest in French.”

“Is that so?” Crowley smirked as if he was so clever. “Does this mean you finally got around to reading Proust?”

“Well. No. But neither have you.” Aziraphale took a quick bite of his ice cream before it could melt down his hand.

“Yeah, but I don’t live in a bookshop,” Crowley took a few steps ahead and started walking backwards, smirk evolving into a rather large grin. “So that makes me wonder who else you haven’t read. Dickens? Twain? Dostoyevsky? Is the Principality Aziraphale, in fact, a giant sham?”

The angel pursed his lips. “Any luck getting your car to play other music?”

Crowley’s face fell. “No,” he muttered, circling back to walk beside Aziraphale again. “At this point I’m really starting to get sick of Queen. Hope it doesn’t go on too much longer.”

Aziraphale stood before his desk, book lying innocuously on the blotter. He wore the thickest gloves he could find and – just to be safe – had rolled his sleeves up past the elbow. He still approached it with extreme caution.

One finger carefully tapped the spine, pulling away instantly.

No sparks. No chills. No cloud of demonic energy.

Just a perfectly ordinary book, really.

With feather-light touch, he brushed his fingers down the cover. Leather-bound, deep red-brown. Hopefully normal leather, but you never knew with demonic books, or for that matter certain obscure human texts. Sturdy and thick, the binding worn through in a few places just enough to indicate irregular use. No title, but gold pressed into the leather formed some sort of broad-leafed plant. Nothing he recognized.

Lifting the cover, he inspected the pages inside. Thick, rough paper – the edges a bit uneven and ragged in places. When he leaned close to inspect them, he detected the distinct dusty scent of old book, with just a hint of spice.

It seemed that Gabriel was correct. Nothing suggested the book was dangerous to touch.

Aziraphale set his armchair beside the desk and settled in for some proper investigation.

The first step of his process: Aziraphale turned to a page at random. He liked to think providence was guiding him to the first clues.

It looked much as that page he’d glimpsed during Gabriel’s visit, yet also entirely different. Small, curving letters – a bit like calligraphy, half unical, he thought, perhaps English or Irish – arrayed around complex illustrations of green plants on one side, and something that might have been an insect on the other. The artwork was immensely detailed, with subtle color variations, but resembled nothing he had ever seen.

The text was also strange, the longer he looked at it. He skimmed the page looking for patterns, groups of letters that appeared together more than once. Nothing. There were distinct words, all between four and seven characters, but each was unique. And the characters each looked sharp and clear and perfectly uniform in size, but there was variation, each uniquely formed, as if handwritten.

He turned the pages, sheet after sheet, looking for anything he recognized, leaning closer as he read. Sometimes a word would look almost familiar and then – no, it was gone.--

(The horror movie Aziraphale mentions is supposed to be “The Haunting” but I got it a bit confused with other movies from the late 90s. The mysterious writing and diagrams are loosely based on several mysterious texts, most notably the Voynich Manuscript.)

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icravestrawberryflavoureddeath · 5 years

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Okay here it is

I was gon wait but I feel like I need to get my thoughts on EVERYTHING out before it gets too complicated.

Honerva

Alright, I was totally on board for honerva, not gonna lie. We saw her history, how she fought through it all, what I’m curious about is, it’s not really clear HOW she exactly remembered she’s honerva and not the witch haggar.

I like how we saw how she got her name but there’s so much regarding timelines and ages that just,,, fuck me up? But I mean, sometimes u have to forgive those

But the main thing was, I feel like she was the most developed character in the entire season. I almost wanted to know more about her and what she was thinking. Honestly, all and all, I wish the season was longer or more well,,, organized (something I’ll get into later).

She could step on me. She’s earned the right. Also,,, she’s kind of a snack not gon lie.

Allura

I was gon wait, BUT ITS BOTHERING ME SO MUCH.

I am in love with allura I love her I would fight for her and everything, but this season? Even I was like “okay okay, can we plz hurry up?” She was,, annoying almost? She reminded me of Veronica lodge from Riverdale if that tells you anything.

I understand that there was some sort of whining needed, but,,, it felt,,, uhhhh... yeah.

anD OKAY! Maybe she suddenly liked Lance. I’ll believe that, cuz yes, he grew up so much (something I’ll also get to) but,,, like,,, if I told allura I was in love with her, would she kiss me?? Cuz that’s what it seems like. Anyone tells her they like and she’s like “frickin spunky u tiny man” and kisses them.

She didn’t even want to go with lance originally in the epsiode, romelle, hunk, and lance had to convince her. And it was meant as a “hey my family is making dinner u wanna come?”

Here’s my thing, if they would have written some of the klance moments (yes I’m finally going there) from the past seasons, I would have been all on board!! But as a lance Stan and someone who wants nothing but lance to be happy, this season,,, hurt. Allura was hurting and she wanted to take action, but she was portrayed as,,, whinny, almost selfish(?) and I didn’t like it. Because I LIKE ALLURA! She’s a great character but was not properly used. I didn’t want the entire tension to come down to her dating life. I wanted her to heal, and not have that being her needing a relationship.

And that brings me to my next part, she was hurting. Allura just had everything she thought she knew tangled into a mess and her first reaction? Date Lance. I would have been happy with this if it wasn’t done,,, like it was. And they made their relationship,,, seem,,, I don’t know how to describe it other than,,, forced? I don’t like using that word cuz of what it has meant for this ship but,,, idk I just wish it wasn’t her trying to heal that lead her to it. I wanted her to realize that voltron was her family without having to date lance. Idk I just wanted more

Lance

Now for my boi. I love this man, he’s grown so much, I want nothing more then his happiness, but this season? He wasn’t lance. He was “alluras boyfriend” and that bothered me. Every conversation that wasn’t about the war was about allura. And I get it. U “love” ur girlfriend (of like??? 1-2 months? Max (this well come back to. Again)) but he’s more then that and I don’t think they knew how to write him as a full character on his own.

I had more hopes for lance and it kind of let me down.

He talked with friends?? Allura. He wanted to go somewhere?? Allura. He wanted to- allura. He wasn’t lance, he was alluras boyfriend.

And don’t get me started in the paladins of old “my daughter” bull shit. I rolled my eyes so hard at that.

They wanted to makeup for seasons of rudeness within one season. And it was messy

Also,, WHY IS HE NOW ALTEAN?????? I’m sorry but it’s really strange.

Keith

I would talk about Keith but HE WAS JIST SHOUTING FORM VOLTRON AND THE. YEETING OUT. WTF

Like honestly, there was a lot I wanted to be covered, shit like the Bayard thing with lance, opening up more, more about his time with his mom but what did we get?? Just one note Keith (until lance which we’ll get to. I say that a lot).

Also someone get that boy a haircut

Speaking of haircuts - Matt and Pidge

This is a small list so their gonna be together.

HEWWO?? pidges hair in the beginning and her as the 80s pidge?? I loved that!! She honestly was one of my favourites this season.

Also MATHMATICS HOLT WTF U DOIN WITH THAT HAIR??! U cut off the locks of peRFECTION!

No but seriously, I wish there was more Mathew but that family picture and small scenes were amazing, I was just so happy with everything with pidge and Matt and I cry

Kinkade and the others

I say others cuz it’s background characters. But kinkade and his video? I cried the entire time for no reason other then I love that man.

Acxa was amazingly perfect to join the rag tag group of background characters. Veronica and acxa? Gay. Veronica has strong bi energy like lance and I wanted her and acxa to just get together.

James and kinkade? Gay. That’s it

LESBEENS!!!

Ships

U knew it was comin! I’ll make separate posts about the ships all together later (if I do) but seriously, voltron was like “fuck you and your grandma. Shut the fuck up” and then through a brick at us.

Also, they straight up said (multiple times) that lance allura and Keith were a love triangle. Like bitch???

And while allurance was kind of shitty and very in your face, she still kind of spoke down to him??

And like, the only two times lance and Keith spoke it was so soft and wholesome and,,, that’s why I ship klance???

He helped him with alluras death and DAMN they really did that huh?

I had a theory that klance was supposed to happen, but somewhere along the line they said “yeah, no” and had to rewrite it and allurance was the only way to go and that would explain a lot. It wasn’t a ship planned. It was thrown together like a collage students essay two hours before the deadline. U can tell they tried, just not enough.

Shiros man btw was is clear day date and that’s some cute shit

Plot

I wish they would have converted the honerva story line in the previous seasons so it wasn’t so,,, jumbled.

There were parts were I would zone out for a second and get so lost on the plot and who everyone was

Also thicc voltron/atlas was kinda,,, strange,, but I mean, when you meant to kill shiro and now u have him for the last season, u just hot glue that bitch to the final season script.

It was everywhere and no where at once. I felt like I was about to start watching fucking twilight in space at that point.

They called back a lot of old plot points but some had me going “whomest the fuck is u?” And some made me happy.

I wanted lowhore to come back officially not gon lie.

I WANTED THE BIG LANCE AND KEITH FIGHT SO BAD AND I WAS ROBBED

there’s so many problems with this season that would have been fixed with proper editing and timing

Conclusion

It felt like they started a story and knew what they wanted. But got half way and realized it wouldn’t work. They had to try and create a different ending with what they had made and this was the result. Messy, strange, and kind of hard to follow. There were times when animation fell flat ( that one screen shot of Veronica’s face real close up when her and acxa spoke) and times when, it felt like fan service (for who? Who knows). It would have been better if the show was episodic and not every four months a new season came out. It was rushed for released and it showed in the quality.

I wish it would have been better, everything we wanted, but that never was on option and we should have been prepared for that. But what can u do.

#voltron #voltron season 8 #season 8 spoilers #voltron spoilers #keith kogane #klance #keith #lance #lance mcclain #keith (voltron)#shiro #lotor

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