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achliegh · 3 years

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Alright, I had this wonderful idea come into my head about Clayton, honestly he deserves his own fic. So here is his version of events! Lots will tie together with Golden so I recommend you read that as well. But you don’t have to of course.

Explaining:

Before Letter is the present.

Letter is updating the lives of the people back home, of whoever wrote it mostly.

After Letter is memory.

The first few letters will be very awkward because writing letters and not being sure what to talk about and what not to talk about is hard and confusing. Stick with me! Yes, this prologue is just a letter.

TW/CW: Discussions of death, miliatry training, smut, cringy jokes, underage drinking, dumb choices, swearing, and more later on.

Beta: @walking-crisis

Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Chapter 1:

Riding With Private Malone

Oath

Boot Scootin Boogie ( Line Dance )

Clayton read the letter over and over with a sad smile, he didn’t want to leave but he also felt like he needed a purpose in life. Sitting around while your lovers are successful isn’t what he pictured for himself. He recently found out that both his birth-parents were in the military and felt like he should follow in their footsteps.

A lot of people he was close to didn’t agree with this. Especially Leo, he was devastated. Probably the angriest Clay has ever seen him besides from when the Sheriff or his family would mention Wyatt.

This was something Clayton had to do. He didn’t know what branch his birth-parents were in so he went with the one that he thought he would enjoy most, the Navy. To be exact, Navy Seal but he has to pass training first. Which he did with flying colours making him on the younger side of the teams. But he felt unstoppable, but he missed his friends and family so much it felt like he couldn’t breathe. He also gave his lovers code names because he was worried what might happen if someone found out he was in a poly relationship that isn’t straight.

He didn’t think people would take too well to it.

He was sitting at the dinky table set up in their tent, they were on a special assignment, he had a piece of paper and a pencil that he found under the cots. He started writing back when his superior officer of their team came in. He was friendly and a good guy but a little aggressive at times. Great leader for the US military.

“Whatcha writing Stinky?” He walks over to take a peek at Clay's letter humming a song that constantly plays on their old satellite radio, Riding With Private Malone, and frowns. “Clay.” He rests his hand on Clay's shoulder making him look up. “You can’t write them back, they can’t know where we are or what we are doing.”

Clay lays down his pencil and stares at his letter.

“How will they know I’m alive?”

Deer Bestie,

I’m only writing to you because it feels right, Oath came on, remember that song? The one we would sing to each other every time it came on. It was the stupidest song but it always reminds me of middle school when we sang it in front of the school at the talent show. Stupid but worth it.

I’m still not over how you just got up and left after everything happened. It was two weeks after the worst week of my life and you just left. Gone.

You didn’t even have the thought in your head to tell me when you first signed up! You waited until the week before you left to tell me because you knew I would try to convince you not to go. You fucking idiot! I don’t think I will ever forgive you for this.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. I miss you so much.

Logan and Finn are amazing and doing all they can to make sure I’m okay. I love them, but it isn’t the same. They don’t know me as well as you and I just miss my brother.

No one has heard from you and I swear if you end up being dead I will never forgive you. I will be so fucking pissed I will meet you in hell and beat you up.

Come home Clay, please come back safe.

Love,

Leo

P.S.

You're a dickhead.

Pushing the doors open with vigor Clay and Leo strutted into their bar like they owned the place. Seeing new faces around the bullpen, Leo and him shared a knowing look and hopped the fence as a man with glasses got thrown from the bull again. Clay helped him up as Leo went over to the control board where a strikingly handsome man stood next to him. All broad shoulders and deep-toned skin. But Clay had a girlfriend so he didn’t look as long as he wished he could. Instead cracking jokes with this character in front of him.

He looked around at all the new faces, they all were attractive well-built men, he guessed professional athletes but all the logos he saw on shirts and hats. His eyes landed on two men who seemed very very close, passing a cheap cig back and forth while talking to Jimmy, the auctioneer that worked for Clay's dad. When he locked eyes with the shorter man with green eyes he knew right away.

Leo was going home with them.

Leo whistled at him as the other man walked off and Leo hopped on the machine. Saying goodbye to James, at least he thinks that's the name he told him, and walking over to the control board with Leo’s settings. He pressed the start key as the crowd sang with the song that was playing.

He cheered Leo on as he was thrashed around, catching the two guys who he spotted earlier just drinking Leo in. Lucky. It wasn’t that Clay didn’t like his girlfriend, it was just, she didn’t satisfy him in the ways he wanted. It was always about her so clay would have mediocre sex, sometimes good depending on how mad she was at him.

He had told her that he likes to be… more submissive in bed. She would make fun of him for this and while Clay enjoys being degraded he doesn’t enjoy it when it's because she thinks of him as less than a man. It really bothers him but she doesn’t care.

Later that night Boot Scootin Boogie comes on and Leo drags him to the dance floor after they had a few drinks, dancing in time with everyone else. Leo turns to him and sing with the song

“I want a shot of that redhead yonder lookin at me.” He winks at said redhead and notices the look he gets from both men. Clay smiles and laughs, shoving Leo playfully to get back in line. They dance until the song ends and wander back over to their drinks and sit as the next song starts up.

A couple songs later and Leo is waving goodbye as the two drag him out of the bar by his belt loop., Clay lifts his drink as a salute to him and drinks it in one go. He stands up and stretches, now that Leo is gone he should probably go or else Ashley will find out and give him hell for it.

“Hey yeehaw, come here!” Clay looks around and then points at himself in a questioning way when he sees who was yelling. James. Nodding James beckons him over and pats the seat between him and the man from earlier . “Your friend just stole two of our teammates!”

“From the looks of it, it seems your teammates stole my buddy.” He smiles when a man with practically white hair and a thick accent hands him a beer. “But they did seem his type.”

“Yeah, those two have been in love for years but won’t admit it. It gets really tense sometimes in the locker room.”

“What do y’all play?”

“Hockey” The man Clayton was purposefully avoiding looking at says. He takes a drink instead of answering him.

“Y’all enjoying the music? Doesn’t seem like something y’all would normally listen too.” He smiles when he gets clapped on the back by a laughing James.

“If you have better suggestions for country music we would love to hear them. Maybe we will start playing it in the locker room.” The man smiles at him and Clay feels his face heat up as he imagines being under him. The alcohol is really starting to hit.

“I- Yeah, I can give you some.” He can’t tear his eyes away from the man. He gives them loads of songs to listen to and some even come on in the bar. He sees James making a playlist and makes fun of him for it. Clay doesn’t really listen to playlists, seems boring to always know what songs are coming next.

His phone goes off with a text alert, he reads it and his face falls a little. He stands up and salutes the guys as he says goodbye and walks out the bar in a hurry. Outside waiting for him is his pickup, with Ashley in the driver's seat. He gets in and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

They drive in silence back to his house.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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The queen of Lebanon - Part 9 – The kingpin of Lebanon

Summary: Your father died years ago, all men in the business believed you are too weak to take over his Empire – they were wrong. Anyone trying to get into your hair will feel your wrath. What happens when a cocky mobster tries not only to steal your empire but your heart too?

Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Mobster!Reader, Cole Trenton, Jimmy ‘Cas’ Novak, Benny LaFitte, Arthur Ketch

Warnings: angst, ‘the family business’, mentions of characters death, love-hate relationship, hooking up, rivalry, betrayal, violence, mentions torture, age gap (reader is 28; Dean 32)

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Four years and 7 months ago, …

He’s panting heavily looking up at you with wide eyes as he can see the coldness in your Y/E/C orbs.

“I know what you did to my mother and Michael. I know you are a killer, a monster, Winchester. You love to make a murder look like an accident so…” Smirking you point toward the fire slowly feasting at his car. “You will die like my family.”

“Y/N, this isn’t you.” Coughing John tries to free his leg cursing as the pain makes him feel dizzy. “Don’t do this…”

“You destroyed my whole life, John. You killed my whole family and any chance I had with Dean. Now your life end with the same pain my family felt back then. Have a nice life…” Laughing you run toward your car, jumping in as Cole speeds off.

A few moments later you heart the explosion end John Winchesters' life. You wish you could say your heart is healed but all you feel is a void at the place where your heart used to be…

Now…

“Artemis has fallen, just like Ares…” Pacing around Dean’s office you bite your lower lip. “Problem is, Dean…” Standing closer to the mobster you hide your face in his neck to make sure no one can hear your words.

“Gadreel didn’t know about Frank. He wasn’t around when Charlie told us about him. She never mentioned her connection to Frank before and…” Meeting Dean’s eyes you take a deep breath. “…there’s only one person knowing Ares was my most important hideout with the best security…”

“Who?” Hushing the word Dean searches your face and he can see the disappointment. “Y/N, we need to share information. Just tell me, Baby Girl.”

“I can’t…not yet.” Choking the words out you press a piece of paper into Dean’s hand, giving him a cracked smile. “I need to be sure, Dean. If he’s a traitor, he’ll die but I can’t just kill him. Gadreel still could be the rat.”

“What did Charlie say?” Pointing toward your iPad you nuzzle your nose into Dean’s neck, inhaling his scent to calm your nerves. “Y/N?”

“Charlie said all data look original, but the phone calls, the ones coming from Gadreel’s phone look odd. Charlie found some notes Frank made. He assumed it’s fake…” Dean’s features darken, and you feel the anger radiate through his body.

“What now?” Kissing your neck Dean roams your body, not wanting to miss to touch you while he has the chance to. “We need to find the rat…”

“Trap, Dean.” Whispering your plan into Dean’s ear you feel his hands wander to your ass, squeezing it hard. “Dean, not now. I’ll call Garth, make sure he’s safe. If I can’t reach him, I know Gadreel is guilty…”

“What if Garth is alright?” Falling silent you take a deep breath. “Y/N, tell me his name…” Letting go of you Dean searches your face once again.

“Just give me two hours. The plan will reveal the rat and we will punish him. If it’s Gadreel he will pay, if it’s him then…” Swallowing the lump in your throat you give Dean a cracked smile. “I will let Arthur hurt him as no one got hurt before…”

Turning around you leave Dean’s office. He’s gulping hard as he opens the piece of paper to read the note you gave him. “Be there at 2 pm…”

“Garth called you?” Cole asks once again; relieved Gadreel didn’t harm your friend. “So, Gadreel did his job and the Sheriff is safe.”

“He did, Cole. Maybe we were wrong, or Garth was not important enough to Dick Roman to blow his cover, Cole. The Sheriff doesn’t know anything about Dick Roman or his business. Garth concentrated on the Winchesters and Crowley.”

“I see.” Nodding thoughtfully Cole gives you a warm smile and you feel a pull at your heart. “That’s good. We don’t want to involve innocent people.”

“True. Still, I must meet up with Garth later. I’ll meet him at the old restaurant my father bought years ago. It’s safe, no one knows about it except for you, me and Garth.” After telling Cole, you will go without Dean you can see his mood lighten.

“Without Dean Winchester?” Smirking Cole nudges your side. “I thought you are Siamese twins lately, Y/N. Your father wouldn’t like your collaboration with the enemy.”

“I am not collaborating with Dean Winchester. We will use his resources and men to bring Dick Roman down. After that…” Shrugging you give Cole a wink. “We will take down the Winchesters next.”

“I hate this plan for sure.” Dean is grumbling as he must watch you walk toward the building with Cole by your side. “I should be with her, Sammy.”

“Dean just calm down. Y/N has a plan, okay. Garth and his family are safe. If we want to find out who the rat is, we need to trust her instinct. I know you love her, now prove you can be a partner, not just a lover.”

“Sam is right, boss. Charlie checked the messages, Gadreel’s bank account, and the calls once again and found a trace.” Benny points toward you entering the building.

“According to the data Gadreel called Dick Roman while he was with Garth, but the Sheriff confirmed Gadreel didn’t call anyone for over ten hours. The only call he made was the one Y/N received.”

“You mean Gadreel is innocent?” Jimmy watches you nod at Cole before he follows you into the building. “Where is he then?”

“Just wait, Jimmy. Y/N is nothing but a genius…” Smirking Sam sends a message to Ketch and the others waiting for your orders. “Let’s do this…”

The building is dusty, silent and ... empty. While you walk further into the room Cole looks around, confused as Garth is nowhere to be found.

“Shouldn’t the Sheriff be here?” Cole sounds impatient and a cold shiver runs down your spine. “Y/N?”

“Why? Does this mess with your plans, brother?” Turning around you look into the barrel of Cole’s gun. While his eyes darken, and he doesn’t even try to hide his betrayal any longer you don’t even blink when he pulls the trigger.

“Did you believe I wouldn’t find out, Cole?” Aiming your gun toward his head you blink the tears away. “Did you believe Charlie and I would just swallow your bait and kill Gadreel, who survived your attack by the way.”

Cole’s eyes fill with fear as you unlock the gun. “Y/N…”

“Just tell me the reason, Cole. Tell me why you made a deal with the devil and wanted to kill me, Gadreel and all others. Explain this whole insanity to me and I’ll kill you fast.” Voice trembling you hear the others getting closer.

“Bobby…” Gasping you hear your father's name leave Cole’s lips. “He wanted to retire and leave the business to Dean Winchester.” Scoffing Cole sits onto a dusty chair, frantically moving his left hand through his hair. “He told me that you and I shall have a normal life.”

“What’s wrong with having a normal life? That’s what I wanted.” Screaming the words, you ram your fist into Cole’s face. “What did you do…?”

“I tried to talk to Bobby, tried to make him see I am the man to take over his Empire, but he was adamant and promised me a better life.” Voice cracking Cole looks up at you.

“I…I called Dick and told him I will help him taking over Dean’s Empire if he helps me getting my foster fathers…”

“You…it was you…” Pressing one hand over your mouth you step back as Dean and the others enter the building. “It was you killing my parents?”

“No…no! I just thought Dick would scare Bobby a bit, put pressure on him to give his Empire to me. I didn’t know he would kill him or Jody, I swear.”

While you lower the gun, shaking your head you close your eyes. Tears threaten to burst free, but you swallow your pain, not showing weakness once again.

“Why Cole? Was all you had not enough? Daddy loved you like his son, Cole…he loved you…” Choking on your words you fire the magazine into the wall behind Cole.

“He loved me…sure.” Scoffing Cole glares at you. “But there was not enough respect to let me take over his Empire. I swear I didn’t want him to die, but what’s done is done.”

“Still, after Dick killed my parents you gave him information.” Tossing your gun onto the table you run one hand down your face. “Why did he wait that long to strike?”

“Dick believed I would take over Bobby’s Empire, would open Lebanon to him but with you taking over, he had to wait for a chance. There was still John Winchester and Crowley.” Huffing you close your eyes.

“I helped him by taking John down, I guess. What about Crowley? Is he dead too?” Looking at Cole your features darken as he refuses to answer. “You will answer all our questions.”

“Boss? What about Gadreel?” Jimmy tries to find a way to help you, but he can see the hurting all over your face.

“Gadreel is alive. Not that Cole didn’t try to kill our friend.” Sniffling you ball your hands into fists to hit Cole one last time.

“Ketch, he’s all yours.” Meeting Arthur’s eyes you nod at him. “No holding back. Cole is fair game from now on. He’s not my brother any longer.” Grabbing your gun, you walk out of the building.

“Y/N…Sweetheart…” Dean runs after you, watching you fall to your knees in front of his car. “Baby Girl, just let me…”

“I made it easier for him, Dean.” Laughing hysterically, you look up at Dean. “I killed John and opened the door for Dick Roman a bit. I stopped the war only to bring the apocalypse. What shall we do now?”

“First, I’ll bring you home and then we will tell anyone to prepare for a worst-case scenario. Dick Roman is out there and he already killed too many of us. Gadreel is on his way back. I asked two of my men to make sure he’s safe.”

“I can’t believe Cole betrayed me, Dean. How could my brother do this to dad? He took him in after no one else wanted that bastard.” Getting up you straighten your back, looking into Dean’s eyes you swallow your pride.

“Y/N let me…” Holding out your hand you smirk as Dean looks at you, blinking a few times.

“If you still want a bond between Singer and Winchester, here’s your chance. I’ll do it, for dad and Jody. I will marry the kingpin of Lebanon to make sure everyone knows we stand united…”

“Hmmm…I’d like to make sure your cute ass is mine, but you don’t have to marry me to make sure we will stand united, Sweetheart.”

“Winchester, if you want to be the kingpin of Lebanon, shake my hand. This is how it’s done for ages. We form a bond and unite our Empires.” Shaking your hand Dean licks his lips, a dirty grin all over his face.

“I like the way you do business for sure, Baby Girl. You and I united means that no one will be able to stop us. I love you…”

“Don’t get cocky, Winchester. This is business, nothing else…” Turning on your heels you smirk as Dean follows you, muttering under his breath. “Come one, we have a traitor to torture and a wedding to plan…”

The queen of Lebanon

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wilderun · 6 years

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I am horrified and disgusted to have to share this, but EVERY avenue has been attempted by the most experienced people in the community since mid last year, to no effect. In a last-ditch effort, this situation has now been made public in hopes of preventing people from supporting this breeder by purchasing puppies (of which she has 3 litters planned for this year). PLEASE do not message/harass this person, as I said the best of the WDC have been trying to no success. I am sharing George Stapleton & Sara Movahedi’s experiences here.

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George: “This post is about a dire situation for Wolfdogs in Cherokee County Texas, and may be one of the hardest things I have ever had to do…

Let me tell you what we experienced….nothing could have prepared me for what I saw and felt at Lynn Savage’s place. For years I had heard the stories, going back to the mid 90’s about how bad it was out there. I never took much stock in it and assumed others would deal with whatever was going on out there if there were a need. I mean how bad could it be? Little did I know.

I was approached by some folks in July of last year and they wanted my help placing Lynn’s animals. It was never going to be that simple and it still is by no means, that simple. They sent me pics and told me their experiences and I said I would help and even tried to get out there but could not at the time. Fast forward to the end of August and I was getting ready to go to the Pawty at FMF and I get a call. Jimmy Mantel has become a very good friend of mine and this is what has happened to us, others were involved initially, and they can say who they are if they want. Jimmy calls me and says, Lynn has had a stroke and now the need to place her animals is urgent. The reason the animals needed placement goes way beyond Lynn having a stroke, the neglect and abuse I saw was systemic and comes from years of those behaviors. Enclosures knee deep with bones and feces as well as some puppy skeletons, containments that are hardly standing, water green with weeks of algae, canines with so many fleas and ticks on them that one died. Dead canines in trash cans, and canines that died years ago in no longer working freezers. (Note from me: in addition, a dead canine’s decomposing body was used to block a breach in containment to prevent his mate from escaping) Pretty much the worst situation that an animal could have to endure.

(pictured below, the remains of 3 dogs who were put into a freezer when they died)

Some of this may have to do with Lynn’s choice of how to live, she is a hoarder, and, in my opinion, that is her choice. I saw everything that first trip and spent the better part of the 1st day feeding and cleaning water buckets and securing canines enclosures. I also did a physical assessment of each animal for rescue. At the time I had no idea where Jimmy and I were going to place them. Lynn had given Jimmy verbal permission to place the animals, she just had a stroke and knew it needed to happen.

From the moment that Lynn went into the hospital, Jimmy drove 4 to 5 hours 3 times a week to feed and water Lynn’s animals. Those animals never ate so good and certainly by the end of 8 weeks of care he gave they did not look emaciated anymore. Before then we had the 2nd trip planned, and we were bringing out the folks from Wolf Connection in California and St. Francis Wolf Sanctuary in Texas to do their own assessments and help plan the rescue. The folks from those orgs spent a lot of time with us there and in the end agreed to take all the Wolfdogs. Jimmy and I had done it!! We found a place for all of them, USDA licensed facilities to boot, and they agreed to not make a shitshow in the press about it. Do you have any idea how hard that is?

And then, Lynn said we could not save them, something happened to her at the hospital and only Lynn can tell you what, then she was released back into living in her dog kennel. So that stopped us in our tracks….for the next couple of months we tried offering Lynn money, we begged and pleaded, we went to the USDA and the County Attorney and Deputy Sheriffs and no one could make Lynn give her animals up or take them. It is now puppy season and she has 3 breeding pairs and intends to sell them.

Here is the deal; that is not going to happen. I may not be able to save Lynn’s animals from the horrid place they are in, but I can damn well make sure everyone knows and does not buy from her. You want the proof, here are some pics. What do Jimmy and I want; we want you all to help Lynn understand the danger she is putting Wolfdogs, herself and her local community in; and to let us place her animals before something bad happens to her or the animals. Or you can find places for them, or you all can chip in and fix her enclosures and provide her an animal caretaker because even before the stroke she could not take care of her animals properly.

For you old timers, it is time for this to end. For the new breed, please learn from our mistakes. We need to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again. You may ask who am I to pass judgement on Lynn Savage like this, all I can say is I am not the only one person that knows the truth. And I would never act on my own, not like this, not for something so serious. I have also been there and seen all of it, and I mean all of it as well as some others. I am worried about the Wolfdogs, how is she feeding them, does she change the water or just throw bleach in, what about the fact she cannot even get in the enclosures, what happens when puppies are born will they drown in the rain, how many Wolfdogs must die, what is it going to take for Lynn Savage to do the right thing?

Let these names burn into your brain as they have mine….Nootka and Sheeba, Ripley and Smokey, Ranger and Walks, and a very old girl with a broken leg or shoulder since at least August; Enya. I am haunted day and night by what I saw there, and it hurts my soul that Lynn will not see the truth and let me help. No animal should have to live like that and I am tired of knowing about it and being unable to save them….please help us, please help Jimmy and I save these animals.”

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Sara Movahedi: “When this situation first came to my attention, Lynn agreed to let me find homes for some of the animals, and said she would let me take two pups she had left from an unplanned Smokey/Ripley litter to bring to our sanctuary here in Florida. I contacted some folks in Texas with knowledge of the situation to assist with the lows and dogs she had on property and had agreed to give up, since it made no sense for me to head up a rescue of that magnitude from several states away. None of these animals had ever seen a vet, none had been vaccinated, none had been altered. At some point in the first few days of discussion, Lynn changed her mind about letting us take the two babies, and said she would only allow one to leave... the little female. She wanted to keep the male (for breeding when he would be of age I’m assuming) and despite my pleas to keep them together and let us take them both, she refused. In the end, we were only able to save the little girl, but that one little life was still one less that had to endure those conditions. About Maya... Lynn didn’t pull them, and she wasn’t touched or handled until she was 4 weeks of age. After suffering some kind of accident involving the fence, Lynn took her and her brother out and placed them in a round pen (similar to a puppy play pen) with a GP pup she had acquired at some point. Maya and her brother were never bottle fed, instead, they went right from their mother to canned Pedigree at 4 weeks of age. As a result..... Maya was a tiny little ball of paralyzed fur. She literally wouldn’t move from the back of the crate during transport, and remained shut down during the days she was fostered by someone in Tx for us. I will let the transporter and the foster come forward if they wish, I won’t name them without their blessing. Maya was completely broken, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen in a 6-7 week old baby. For weeks, she remained isolated and distant from the other pups at the sanctuary. Her fear and insecurity about the world around her prevented her from playing, from interacting with our staff, or really doing anything a normal, healthy puppy that age would do. We were fortunate to find a social hc pup almost the same exact age as her, and brought him to the sanctuary in hopes of bringing her out of her shell a bit... but to illustrate how damaged and broken this baby was, her insecurities and fears instead made her social buddy become shy and slightly skittish just from being around her all the time... But with time, she has slowly started to play, and interact with other pups her age, but the damage is unmistakable when you see her and watch her with other animals. Her first few weeks at Lynn’s undeniably scarred her for life and that is something that she will always live with... my only regret is not being able to keep her and her brother together, and not being able to get the other animals out when we got her.”

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