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deanimagines1979 · 6 years

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You Saved Me Chapter 10 - My Other HAlf

~Jessica P.O.V~

Wow, I'm excited. Why am I excited you ask? I'm helping with my first case. This is fudging awesome.

I was in the motel room on Sam's laptop doing research for the case. We had just arrived in Denver,Colorado. I have to say,hunting is difficult. I can run around now I just need to gain more weight. I don't look sick anymore but I'm still pretty skinny.

I went on and found a string of suicides. The most recent one was a man Named............Shit,I forgot. He had shot himself with a small 32. calibre pistol in a church,right in front of his father.

"Dean. I think we're dealing with Demons"I said. He walked into the room with his toothbrush still in his mouth.

"Thanks Jess. Wanna go for breakfast?" Dean asked as he sat down beside me.

"Since when have I said no too food?" He smiled and shook his head. He walked back into the bathroom. I woke Sam up and blared Metallica to wake him up. Can't go wrong with Enter Sandman, Can you?

"What the Hell Jessie?" Sam asked half asleep. I threatened to drag him out of bed by his hair and he got out of bed straight away. That man and his hair,it's like trying to pry a book from a dead man's hands. I'd just take blood for the boys though. Sam got changed and washed up while Dean and I talked in the bedroom part of our room.

"So, What makes you think its demons?" Dean asked.

"I can sense them and when I read the article for the suicides I got a really bad feeling." I explained. Dean shrugged his shoulders and lied back with me.

" You were the one held with demons for twelve years. You should know what it's like when they're around" Oh God,did he just say that? Everytime I think about demons I start to shake. I'm being stupid I know.

I zoned out as I had a flashback.

~Jessica's Flashback~

February 22nd 2002

I had just been strapped down to Crowley's table when he turned the lights on again. I am covered in scars and I think he's goin to give me more

"Good afternoon sweetheart. Care to have a chat?" I spit in his face and growled. I was sick of him by now. I just wanted to kill him but he has markings and sigils in this room that prevent me using my powers.

I struggled in the binds but is was like trying to find a croc of gold on the end of a rainbow.

"Shove your speech up your SCOTTISH ASS" I shouted. He laughed and started cutting my arms.

End of Flashback

"JESS. IT'S OKAY" I heard Dean shout. He brought me out of it like always.

"S-Sorry" I didn't recognize my own voice. It was filled with fear.

"Don't be,did you have a flashback?"

I nodded and started crying. He sat me up and held me in his arms as I cried. I try to keep it in but I can't,why can't I keep my feelings in like I used too?

Sam emerged from the bathroom and walked over to me. "Hey Jessie. It's going to be okay" Sam said. I nodded and got off the bed.

After awhile of me calming down and Dean we left the motel room and got into the car. My usual spot in he back was calling me. I got in but was met by Dean.

"Want to drive her? Dean asked. I got really embarrassed at that point

"I Erm..Don't know how to drive" I said as I played with the sleeve of my jacket.

"You don't know how to drive?" Sam asked in disbelief. I was taken when i was 14 lads, cop on! I nodded and looked at the floor.

"What do you say Sammy? Should we teach her how?"

"I don't know,Should we?" Sam asked and the boys looked back at me in the middle.I nodded and smiled. Sam got into the back seat,while I climbed into the passenger seat.

"There's three pedals okay? Acellerater,Brakes and Clutch. Got me so far?" Dean asked. I nodded and he looked into my eyes. We just stared for a few seconds until I looked at my hands and got my hair out of my face. Freakin' tension is a fucker!

"The Accelerator is the one closest to the door.You slowly go down to speed up the car. Brakes are in the middle,slowly press down on them and you'll come to a stop. The clutch,That controls the gears." I nodded and he then explained the gears. I think I get it. He said he'll take me out later.

We drove to a diner and I ran in. Yes,I'm that hungry. I sat down at a table and the boys followed. Dean was laughing and Sam was smiling.

"You really that hungry?" Sam asked. I smiled and nodded.

A waitress came to our table and took our order. When I told her mine her jaw nearly dropped. I ordered an extra large stack of pancakes with maple syrup. She nodded and walked off.

"I'll be right back" I said and stood up.

"Where you goin? " Dean asked. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him.

"Bathroom. Want to join me?" I asked and winked. He smiled and said "Wouldn't mind actually" I laughed and rolled my eyes before walked off to the bathroom.

When I was washing my hands some blond in a red leather jacket leaned against the wall beside me.

Can I help you hun?

"Hello Jessica" she said. Woah,How did she know my name?when I looked at her,her eyes were black.

"Damn you're fugly!" I said before making her fly back against the door breaking it as she fell. She ran at me and tried to punch me but I blocked her advance and punched her repeatedly.

She used her powers and pushed me into the wall. Fuck! I can't move! I struggled against her mojo as She brought a knife from her pocket.

She looked me up and down trying to find something. What's she looking for? Like seriously bitch piss off! She smiled before gliding the blade across my anti-possession tattoo,which just so happens to be on my forearm. I winced from the sting of the slice, blood poured from the wound as she made me look at her.

"Your body will be great to take a joy ride in"

She forced my mouth open and a black cloud entered my mouth and shoved itself down my throat. I found myself losing control of my own body and mind. I felt like some kind of darkness cloak me.

I stood up and walked out but I couldn't stop myself. I wasn't in control.If this bitch hurts Sam and Dean, I'll kill her slowly and painfully! Even if it means I have to kill myself in the process.

Dean P.O.V

Sam and I were waiting for Jess to come back. We were talking about her. She wasn't here so we just talked about her.

"I'm still worried Dean. Those powers of her's, They're impossible!"

"They're not demonic,if that's what you're suggesting Sammy"

"That's the thing Dean! What are they? How was she born with them? What is she?"

Jess walked back out and she seemed different. She was looking up as she walked and not at the ground like usual. I don't know what's up. She sat down and I noticed a red mark on her shirt.

"Jess. What's that on your shirt?" I asked pointing at the red mark.

"Oh. Helped a girl with a nosebleed" she said and a girl walked out holding tissue to her nose.

" Dean. HELP ME" I heard Jess scream. What the fuck? I looked over at her and she seemed fine but there was something different.

The waitress came with our food and she smiled at me. Not interested. I don't want to end up with another waitress with a bizzar rash. That was a disturbing night.

Jess wasted no time in eating and she didn't bother using a fork. She never does but the way she's eating is strange. It's slow like she's actually tasting the food. Jess usually eats like a freakin' squirrel. It's kinda cute. Sam was finished his short stack before her. What the fudge?

"Jessie. Are you okay?" Sam asked. Thank God I'm not the only one who notices something odd.

"Yeah. I'm dandy" Jess said and gulped down her coffee. Okay this isn't normal Jess behaviour. She usually sips her coffee and does a creepy phycho smile as a joke to cheer Sam up.

We finished our food and I handed Jess a can of Monster. She smiled and thanked me. She cleaned up around her like she usually does and we payed the bill.

"Should we go?" Sam asked. Jess and I nodded and we walked to Baby. I drove back to the motel and as soon as we got there Sam pushed Jess into the wall.

"Who are you? What have you done with Jessie?" Sam shouted holding a silver knife to Jess' throat.

"IT'S ME SAMMY. DEAN HELP" I ripped Sam off her out of instinct and dragged him outside

Jessica P.O.V

This bitch is really Pissing me off.

Oh am I upsetting little Jessica? Do you think I care?

When you're out of my body you're dead.

Ha! No,you'll be dead. Crowley says Howya.

Tell Crowley he can shove his Howya up his Ass sideways the Scottish prick.

He's Irish. Just like you, you Irish bitch

Boohoo. I'm so upset. Eat holy dirt and die you black eyed skank.

Dean. Help me. I sent telepathically to Dean.

The boys walked back in but She made me act scared. She was afraid of Sam.

"He....He isn't going to hurt me, is he?" She asked as me. Oh come on! I'm not that much of a pussy! I was trying to break through her barrier. I need to get to Dean!

Just so you know. If you hurt Sam or Dean in anyway,I won't hesitate to shoot myself with the Colt.

Oh I'm so scared. Do you even know what you are?

No I don't. I'm pretty sure I'm human though.

Oh Jessie. You couldn't be more wrong.

Dean hugged me and She made me cry.

"Sam. YOU'RE A DICK" Dean shouted. I was still crying but it wasn't me. She had him wrapped around her finger.

Dean. I don't know if you can hear me but,please if you can. Show me you can.

He sat me down on the bed and gave me a chocolate bar. She ate it but I couldn't taste it. Now I'm even more pissed. I know,I'm pissed because I can't taste chocolate.

"It's gonna be okay Jess" Dean whispered. She made me nod and Dean lay me down and put the covers over me.

Dean. Please tell me you can here this!

She made me fall asleep but I'm pretty sure she was listening in on the boys.

Dean P.O.V

I had just put Jess into the bed and she fell asleep. I turned around and punched Sam.

"What was that for?" he asked.

Is it not obvious? He scared Jess

Dean. Please tell me you can here this.

What the HEll? Did Jess just scream in my head? I turned to her and she was asleep in the bed.

"You scared Jess. That's what that was for" I said. He looked shocked. Why is he in shock?

"Dean. Jessie isn't acting like herself" Sam said. I know,I seen that too. What's going on with her? I seen a red patch on her hoodie. I slipped the sleeve up to reveal a deep cut on her forearm along her anti-possession tattoo. Shit! Is she possessed?

She turned and she faced me in her sleep. She had a tear going down her cheek for some reason. I touched her face and my head felt like it was being split in half. I felt light headed and fell onto the floor.

I seen Jess washing her hands when some blond chick rested on the sink beside her. She spoke to her but I don't know what she said. Suddenly Jess was thrown into the wall and she looked pissed. Kinda hot. No Dean.

The blond turned her eyes black and was yapping on. She cut Jess' arm and blood poured from the wound. Black smoke then went from the blond's mouth to Jess' and her eyes went black. She got off the floor and walked out of the bathroom

"Dean? DEAN!" Sam called. I inhaled deeply and bolted off the floor. Jess was still asleep on the bed. The blood was now on the sheets.

"Sam. Jess is talking to me" I said. He looked at me then Jess. He nodded and while she slept we drew a devils trap under the carpet at the door. If Jess is possessed,then the demon will try be like her. Hungry all the damn time.

Jess woke up and looked like she usually does,like she was dragged through a hedge. She held her head and started muttering in some fucked up language. Black smoke burst out of her mouth and out the bathroom window.

She was breathing heavily and holding her head. "Jess. Are you alright?" I asked as I squatted down beside her. She looked up so fast and the sight was so different.

Her face showed no emotion,Her eyes were a crystal white,like a new white shirt but even whiter. Her hair was suddenly perfectly combed and shining.

"Jessica isn't here. She's havin a siesta right now" she said in monotone. This isn't Jess. Is she still possessed?

"Who are you? Where's Jessie?" Sam asked. She smiled evilly and looked into my eyes.

"I'm Juliet. I'm her Other Half"

#supernaturalfanfic #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #samanddean #dean x reader #sam x reader

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celticheartedfangirl · 7 years

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Summer of Destiny -- Rumbelle Historical AU -- Chapter One

This fic will be based entirely on this prompt list and I will cross off prompts as they are used. And yes I’m making this a Historical AU because why not? (Also I love the 60′s history and it’s ripe with angst opportunities.) There WILL be angst. I am sorry. Yes, I also know I have umpteen other fics to finish. I’m working on it. Talk to my muse - she hates me, maybe she’ll listen to you. If you would like to submit a prompt for the next installment of this fic, my ask box is open. This is primarily a Rumbelle fic but will include a good amount of Swanfire and Papafire.

Summary: Carson Gold is a World War II veteran and small business owner living a quiet life in Storybrooke, Maine. He is a devoted father to his son, Bae. His world is about to change upon meeting his son’s friend and mentor, free-spirited high school history teacher Belle French. Rating is currently Mature but that may change to Explicit in the future.

This fic begins in May of 1967, and the second half is set in June of 1967. First chapter is based on Prompt 11: “Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?”, submitted by @emospritelet.

Chapter 1

“Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?” Bae asked as Gold poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Because this is, hopefully, the only wedding you’ll have and I want it to be nice for you,” Gold replied, then sat down at the table with his coffee.

“It’ll be really nice, Papa – I love Emma and she loves me. We don’t need some fancy country club wedding, that’s just not our bag.”

“Yes, I know what your ‘bag’ is – the two of you would prefer some barefooted outdoor wedding complete with one of those ridiculous hippie bands you like.”

“Yeah – that’d be cool,” Bae agreed as he smiled at his father.

“You know, if you’d have been more cautious you could have waited until you were a bit more settled in your job before you embarked on your little happily ever after,” Gold reminded his son as Bae sat down at the table with his father.

“Hey – it’s not my fault that it’s so hard for girls to get the pill.”

“How about keeping it in your trousers? That seemed to work well for me when I was a lad,” Gold replied.

“Like it worked for you and mom?”

“Your mother was of age, for one thing.”

“Emma’s of age.”

“She’s barely nineteen years old, Bae. You’re damn lucky her father didn’t come after you with a shotgun. If she had been my daughter you’d be singing soprano right now.”

“Papa – Emma and I are cool, okay? I’ve got a good teaching job lined up once school starts back, and Emma will be at home taking care of the baby. After the baby is born she might get a part-time job a couple nights a week if we need to. We’ll manage. Now about the wedding.”

“There is no 'about the wedding’ – you’re having it at the country club, Emma’s parents agree about that and I’m paying for everything but the band. I’m the one who paid your way through school, you owe me this much. Plus, your mother will be there and she’ll be blaming everything on me so I at least want this to look like it’s a respectable occasion.”

“See – that’s the problem with your generation, Papa. You live in your little repressed boxes. Emma and I – we’re happy with who we are. Maybe if you could say the same about yourself you wouldn’t be so uptight all the time.”

“I’m not uptight.”

“Right. Sure you’re not. Papa – we’ll do your fancy country club wedding thing. But I’m not wearing a monkey suit. If you want to, that’s cool with us, but Emma and I are wearing what we want, so you just need to stop freaking out about it.” Gold sighed in disgust.

“Alright, fine. If you want to explain to your child when he or she is looking at your wedding photos someday why everyone else at your wedding is dressed in their best and you and his or her mother look like a couple of delinquents that’s on you, son.”

“Cool. I gotta go, Papa, I’m meeting Emma for lunch, we’re gonna look at some stuff for the baby’s room, see how much money we need to save the next few months.”

“A lot more than you realize, Bae. You know – you can always come to me for help.”

“I know – but we want to make our own way. You get that, right, Papa?”

“Of course. I’ll see you later then.” Gold took a sip of coffee as Bae left the room. He had always tried to do the best he could by his son. Bae may not have been born of love but he was very much loved. Gold met Bae’s mother, Milah, at a pub in London in July of 1943. Gold was twenty-four years old, on a week’s leave from the army. He had been promoted to Lieutenant and was celebrating with his friends before going off on their next assignment. Milah was young, and attractive, and American – Gold had never met an American girl before, and certainly didn’t expect to meet one now, especially with all the turmoil and war, but he found out that apparently, those who had political clout and enough money to burn could arrange just about anything, even a vacation in war torn Europe. She was there with her family for the summer and they spent the week together. He expected to never see her again. Actually, he expected to never see anyone again. The war was taking a toll and he realized that the odds of him surviving his next assignment were fifty-fifty at best. Fortunately – or unfortunately, he often felt – he survived. He survived with a crippling injury that left him using a cane for the remainder of his life, a mind full of horrific memories of war that he’d rather repress and forget about – and a son.

Milah wrote to him with the news of his impending fatherhood. Her family was going to send her away to have the child and give the child up for adoption, but he would have no part of that. He promised her that as soon as the war was over, he would come for her – and their son. Milah’s family, trusting him to be a man of his word, arranged for a marriage by proxy and took a train to Kansas, the nearest state where such a marriage was legal and binding. Milah sent him pictures of their son once he was born. Baden Gold was his name, born on the 24th of April in 1944. After his injury, Milah’s letters and pictures of their boy were the only thing that got him through his recovery.

It wasn’t until 1946 before Gold was well enough to travel to America to reunite with his bride and meet his son, a now rambunctious two-year-old boy. Gold loved his child at first sight. He knew the moment that he received his first hug from his son that he would do anything for the lad. His wife, however, was another story. He and Milah were not in love, and as they attempted to form a life together, it became clear that they never would be. Gold did everything he could to make them a family. He started his own business, and after a few struggles and some time learning the ropes in regard to business management in America, had a great deal of success. He applied for citizenship and was naturalized in 1953. He built a home for his wife and son, and was a faithful and good husband and father. But none of that mattered. He loved his son, but he wasn’t truly happy. As time passed, he and Milah began to seek happiness elsewhere, both of them having affairs. Eventually the marriage simply crumbled. In 1959, when Bae was sixteen years old, they divorced, citing irreconcilable differences. Once Bae turned eighteen, Milah left town with one of her lovers, a man named Killian Jones. Bae went to Europe with some friends for a year, then he returned to the states and went off to college – and Gold was alone, aside from the times that his son would visit him. And the summers. The summers were always their time. Gold had given up his whole life for his son. Looking back, it was worth it. He regretted nothing. If a good life for his son meant that he had to spend the rest of his days alone, then so be it. He really didn’t need anyone anyhow.

“Can I have a Scotch on the rocks, please?” Gold asked the bartender. Observing the crowd as he waited for his drink, he wasn’t sure if he was happy, sad, or a combination of both. It was his son’s wedding day – of course, he was supposed to be happy. He would have liked for his son to not parallel his life choices so closely but, as his boy had pointed out to him on multiple occasions – this was his life to live. They were happy, and Emma seemed to be a good fit for Bae despite their age difference. Once it was ready, Gold took his drink and walked toward the door, away from the joyful crowd. He didn’t much care for crowds or noise and thought it best to keep to himself as much as possible for the evening. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass his son and his new daughter-in-law. As Gold stood at a distance to witness the festivities, someone clumsily bumped into him, causing his drink to spill all over his tuxedo.

“Oh – oh goodness, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” a soft, female voice said as Gold looked down at his sullied clothing.

“Obviously,” Gold said dryly, then he looked up and found himself staring into the most beautiful set of blue eyes he’d ever seen.

“Here, let me see if I can clean it,” the girl suggested. She had long brown hair and she was wearing a long yellow dress that was very stylish and just the right blend of formal and casual.

“It’s alright, I’ll – I’ll take care of it.” Gold limped away and headed toward the restroom. He looked over the damage to his suit, and realized that he would more than likely have to pay to have it professionally cleaned. He cleaned up the mess the best he could, then went back into the main hall. The girl in the yellow dress was standing near the guest book, signing her name. She looked up when she saw Gold returning.

“How bad is it?” she asked.

“It’s no matter; I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll have it cleaned for you, it was completely my fault.”

“No – I’ll handle it. Thank you.”

“Can I get you another drink?” she asked.

“I’ll get it later; perhaps this was a sign for me that I’ve had enough.” Gold leaned on his cane and smiled a bit at the girl – good lord, was he flirting with her? Who was she? “So – you’re a friend of Emma’s I presume?”

“Both of them, actually. I’m – kind of the reason we’re here. I was running late, I was so upset to miss the ceremony but I just couldn’t miss the reception.”

“How are you responsible for all of this?”

“Well – Bae was my assistant last year.”

“Your assistant? For what?” Gold asked, now intrigued.

“Teaching. I’m a high school history teacher, Emma was one of the students in my senior class.”

“You look quite young to be a high school teacher. Wouldn’t have guessed you were that far out of high school yourself.”

“Good genetics, I guess. I promise you – I’m old enough,” the girl said, smiling at him a bit.

“Belle, hey! You made it!” Bae shouted as he ran over to the brunette and gave her a hug. “Emma’s taking some pictures with her friends, she’ll be so glad you made it. I see you met my Papa.”

“Your – this is your father?” Belle asked.

“Yeah, this is him. Papa, this is Belle – remember, the one I worked with last year, I told you about her,” Bae said.

“You didn’t tell me everything about her,” Gold commented. When Bae told him he was working as a teacher assistant, he pictured a teacher more like the ones he had encountered as a lad – strict, sullen, and older than dirt.

“Come on, Belle, there’s some friends I want you to meet.” Bae looked at Gold, noticing the stain on his tux. “How’d you manage that, Papa?”

“Just clumsy, I guess,” Gold replied.

“It was nice to meet you, Mr. Gold,” Belle said as she headed out into the crowd with Bae. Gold leaned on his cane and watched her until she disappeared from view.

#rumbelle fic #swanfire fic #rumbelle #swanfire #papafire #historical au

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