#because why wouldn't i get stuck writing vampires until the end of time
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SnakeFace episode 8 script
This is where the script starts to get consistent with the story, so I apologize for any repetitions or confusing elements of the first 6 episode scripts, because (keep in mind) episodes 7-11 are rewrites of the ORIGINAL script. There will be several inconsistencies with the previous script, but not with the comic itself (which I highly recommend reading before reading the script). Thank you
[episode script under cut]
[there was supposed to be a bonus comic for this one, but I took it out of the published episode because it would've taken too long and the episode wouldn't have been released on time, but I'll add the script in for the scene anyway because I like the writing]
Ivan didn’t eat lunch. He was still too nervous about everything to totally let his guard down; he didn’t exactly eat like “normal” people did. The only thing Val had brought was, strangely enough, a peach.
“You like fruit?” Ivan asked.
“Yeah, love ‘em,” answered the vampire. “Why?”
“I guess I thought since you were a vampire you couldn’t really eat anything but… you know… blood.”
“First of all, rude, but no. I can eat certain other foods that bats can usually eat. But you won’t catch me dead eating a handful of mosquitoes if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Ivan chuckled. “No, that would be weird. I just thought it was rather strange you liked them.”
“Hey, off-topic, but you’ve got photography last, right?” Val didn’t meet his eyes.
“Yeah, why?”
“Aw man, Rohellec’s in that class.”
“Rohellec?”
“The mayor’s son. Real douche of a guy, let me tell ya. Not as bad as Garroth, of course, but he’s kind of a brat. He’s got no friends, not like he wants them anyways, and he hates his dad. He’s huge on photography, and you’re stuck with him.”
Is he really that bad? Ivan wondered. Lunch ended, and Ivan basically zoned out through his next two classes before photography. He wasn’t super excited to have a class with a presumably rude upperclassman, but he figured he might give the class a chance. Ivan walked into the room and caught the glance of a strange-looking student. Strange, as in unsettling. His eyes were covered by his hair, and despite his brooding energy, his clothes were light.
Is that Rohellec?
The teacher told Ivan to take a seat next to the green-haired boy, who would apparently talk Ivan through the basics of their unit. Hesitantly, Ivan sat down. The boy didn’t move. The teacher raised their voice.
“Joey!” They called, the boy’s head snapping up as he jumped. “You have a student to teach.”
The boy, Joey, turned to Ivan. “You're new?”
Ivan nodded. “Yeah, I just got here. Your name is Joey, right?”
“Joey-Simon Rohellec. You?”
“Ivan. Peters.”
“Peters? Wait a minute, I know you.”
Ivan froze. “You do?”
“Yeah, you’re from Overdale, right? Halloween. I was in town that week; almost didn’t recognize you. Makes it easier for me to help you out if I’ve already met you.”
This was the mayor’s son? Val had made him out to be such a rude person that it was hard to believe he was talking with that same guy. He didn’t seem so bad, so either there had been some sort of misunderstanding… or Val lied.
“You’ll need your own camera by the end of the week. Until then, you can share mine.”
Ivan talked with Joey through a lot of the class, figuring out the curriculum and what he would need within the next week. Joey had already taken the class before me and knew every lesson, so he easily caught Ivan up to speed. Near the end of the class, Ivan decided to bring something up.
“So, do you know Valentine Cross?” He asked.
“The vampire?” Joey looked offended. “Yeah, why?”
“He told me you were kind of… a jerk. I trust him, so I was really pleasantly surprised when it turned out you were nice.”
“Ah, of course, he did.” Joey snarled, chuckling sarcastically. “That damn vampire is such a pain. He’s up to something and I know it, the amount of time he spends around Garroth is suspicious. No one that hangs out with Garroth has good intentions; I wouldn’t trust him if I were you.”
Ivan didn’t know what to think. Val hated Garroth, he made that much apparent. There had to be some sort of misunderstanding between the two of them because Joey was seemingly a nice guy, and Val wanted nothing to do with Garroth.
The bell rang. Joey walked out with Ivan, who immediately caught sight of Kim and Val. When the vampire saw Joey, both of them scowled.
“Rohellec,” Vam grimaced.
“Cross,” Joey returned the tone.
“I see you’ve made friends with Ivan.”
“I could say the same.”
They continued to glare at each other for a while, creating an awkward tension that was starting to get on Ivan’s nerves.
“Look,” he started, “I don’t know what happened between you two, but I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding-”
“That’s for sure,” Joey frowned. “You decided to befriend one of Garroth’s goons.”
“Goon?” Val shouted. “As if I would ever follow that thieving, garlic-loving, two-faced ghoul! You have some nerve.”
Ivan could tell by Joey’s mouth that he was confused by this. “I don’t understand? You’re around him all the time, same as that weird cat-looking girl, and you’re telling me you hate the guy?”
“Yes. Yes, I do. It’s you that’s got a problem with everyone else. You make assumptions, it’s no wonder you never make any friends.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Joey started walking away, but Kim caught his sleeve. “Both of you, cut it out! If there’s one thing I know for sure it’s that Ivan doesn’t just go up to anyone to be friends with them. Listen to each other; neither of you knows anything about the other! So who’s to say you couldn’t be friends? Just talk to each other, for crying out loud, you might learn something.”
Ivan smiled. When Kim was serious about something, she meant it. She started walking away, Ivan following. “Now come on, we don’t have all day.”
“Wait, where are we going?” Val was confused but listened.
“My house, you two are talking things through and you’re not leaving until you can convince me you get along.”
“Who are you, my mom?”
“I may as well be at this point. Someone has to take responsibility here.”
Joey chuckled, saying not a word. When they got to the manor, Val and Joey’s faces dropped in awe. Kim flung the door open and stepped inside.
“You coming in or what?” The three followed her inside promptly.
“You live here?” Val gawked. “This place is huge!”
“No kidding,” Joey stood still in the doorway.
“Aren’t you both rich?” Ivan said.
“Well- yeah, but I live with my sister, her house isn’t nearly this big. This has to be at least three stories.”
“Four, including the attic,” Kim tossed her bag aside. “Too many rooms to count, seven bathrooms, a balcony, a miniature library, a greenhouse, full kitchen and dining room, and… what am I forgetting?”
“The telescope,” Ivan muttered.
“Right, yeah. Stargazing tower on the roof. You can access it from the balcony and the attic.”
Again, Val and Joey were shocked. Val stuttered to speak, but eventually found words. “Not even my family’s house is that fancy, and Dante’s over a hundred years old.”
“Speak for yourself, Dan’s place is on a literal cave plateau,” Joey added. “But a library? That’s a bit much.”
“Alright, enough about the house,” Kim stood stoutly. “You two. Attic. Now. Go bond.”
“But-”
“No. Now.”
Kim snapped her fingers and the two were gone in a puff of smoke. Ivan never really thought about just how skilled Kim was until she was aggravated. She took a breath and tipped over backwards, flipping over the sofa and crashing down onto the throw pillows. Ivan walked around and sat on one of the decorative loveseats next to her.
“You think they’ll actually get along?” He asked the witch.
“They’d better,” Kim huffed. “Or group therapy won’t be the only thing they’ll be worried about.”
Ivan laughed, earning a smirk from Kim. She thought for a bit. “I think we should offer up rooms.”
“What?”
“To Joey and Val. Joey lives with his sister and Val constantly talks about how awful his family is to him. We might as well give them the option if they ever need someplace to stay.”
“I think that’s a good idea. At this rate they’ll have to get along.”
“That’s the point, Ivan.”
Ivan had ended up falling asleep, or at least zoning out for a while. When he “woke up,” Val and Joey were walking down the stairs from the second floor. Kim looked pleased with herself.
“You know,” Val crossed his arms. “It’s kind of hard to find your way back down without a map; it’s practically a maze in here.”
“Team building,” Kim said. “So…?”
Val rolled his eyes. “I guess, Rohellec isn’t all that bad.”
“Does this mean you guys are friends now, or?” Ivan wondered.
“Sure, if it makes Kim happy,” Joey shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me, Val’s pretty cool.”
“Great. Wonderful,” Kim stood up, “so how would the two of you feel about having your own rooms?”
Both of their faces lit up.
“Wait, you serious?” Joey said. “That would be great!”
Kim nodded. “The good bedrooms are all on the second floor so you can see which ones you want, then we’ll set them up as the week goes on.”
“Kimber, you’re the best,” Val grinned. He and Joey took off to the second floor, Ivan and Kim following after. Val chose a room connecting to a bathroom, which was shared by the second bedroom next door. Joey suggested he take the balcony.
“Well, it wouldn’t necessarily be fair for you to have the balcony and no one else,” Kim tried to explain.
Joey pulled a box out of his pocket. “I smoke… so.”
“Yep. Balcony room. Outside. No smoking in the house for you.”
“Great, thanks.” He made an “ok” with his hand. “I’ll just have Bev drop my things off at some point, we can rent a moving truck.”
Val rolled his eyes. “I’ll just buy new stuff so I don’t have to trouble the butler.”
“All my friends are rich,” Ivan muttered.
“Ivan, you live here.”
“I am worth a single dollar.”
<CH8 BONUS COMIC>
Joey and Val went to their own homes that night but would start moving into the York manor later that week. Kim and Ivan sat on the porch as the sun dipped behind the trees, just listening to the wind. Kim looked over at the snake.
“You know,” she started, “it’s nice seeing you happy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ivan didn’t turn his head.
“Well, you’ve already made friends with two more people, and fixed a broken bond. You seem pretty happy about that. But, there’s still something bothering you, isn’t there?”
“Yeah, but… I don’t know, I guess I’m just homesick. It’s nice to get a fresh start and all but…”
“I know what you mean. You miss your dad. I miss my friends, but I can’t even begin to understand how you feel.”
“That’s okay. I know I won’t be able to get over this for a long time, but for now? For now, I just want to try something new for a change.”
“That sounds nice.”
<ooOoooO put a spoopy slide of Tom somewhere in there to make it more dramatic or smth> [2024 Fenn here, that was literally in the script. There are so many notes like that scattered throughout the new script so get ready for my random author notes to myself]
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Herbs and Blood Pudding
Characters: Leonard McCoy, Phil Boyce
Rating: Everyone? Teenish? This is really mild
Length: 4154 words (yikes this got away from me a bit)
Summary: Len’s turning story, part of my vampire series (On Bartenders and Escort Cards, Fangs and Kisses (nsfw), Unexpected Changes). With his wife and daughter executed during the North Berwick witch trials of 1590, Leonard McCoy makes his way to Edinburgh in hopes that a day’s walk from his village to the city is enough to shake the reputation that follows. I continue with my weird pairings as plot devices.
Notes: I know weird little tidbits of what’s considered “proper” during this time period, but I have no clue how they spoke. Shakespeare I am not, and it’s been long enough since I last read one of his plays that I decided to just... Not bother trying because it would be terrible.
~*~*~*~
He was staring at the smoke rising from the town, but Leonard couldn’t reconcile those screams with the voices of his beloved wife and child. Even just the thought was enough to double him over, retching up the bile in his empty stomach. How had it all come down to this?
The answer was simple, really. Leonard had been an idiot. He forgot that women with knowledge were dangerous in places like theirs no matter how useful their skills. He forgot that when fear gripped a town like their, those women were the first to catch blame. He forgot that no one was above suspicion when rumors of the plague come in from abroad.
She’d begged him to take Sarah when he had the chance, but he had too much faith in their justice system. Now he was taking the advice he should have taken weeks ago. When he had his head on as straight as it would go, he grabbed the pack he’d managed to shove important things into before he escaped the house. He wasn’t entirely sure where he wanted to go yet, but he figured Edinburgh was a good place to start; perhaps the miles of road between there and North Berwick would be enough.
On foot, it was close to half a day’s walk. Leonard praised the Lord he wasn’t even sure he still believed in that he chose to leave at first light. The last thing he wanted was to encounter those on the road after dark.
Arriving in the bustling city was an event in itself. Len tried finding the local surgeon only to spend the rest of the day lost in a market. The sun was well on its way to dipping below the horizon before Len finally gave up and slumped on the front step of the nearest cottage with a sigh. He really should try to find an inn, but he knew he was short on money and his skills weren’t all that useful to the average person not staring down the bad end of losing a limb.
A soft sound of a clearing throat pulled his thoughts to the man now standing in front of him. He was easily in his 50’s- a rare sight these days with illness and plague running rampant- with a thoroughly scrubbed face and hands and a clean tunic. A look of concern was fixed firmly on his features and he seemed to be assessing Len in a way the young man wasn’t sure how to define.
“I’m sorry, but were you waiting here for me? The clinic would have been easier to find.”
Len jumped up and moved out of the way, flushing a little in embarrassment. “No! Sorry, I’ve been walking all day and got lost once I got to the city… I just sorta sat down to rest. I’ll get out of your way.”
“Would you like to come in? You can wash up and I can lead you where you need to be in the morning.”
“Aye… Aye, many thanks.” Leonard was suddenly acutely aware and concerned over the state of his person compared to the other man. He added in a mumble, “If I won’t be putting ye out.”
He stepped forward and let Len in with a smile. “Not at all, come in. I’m Philip Boyce.”
“Leonard McCoy and again thank ye…”
Phil bustled around getting the fire started up in the fireplace while Len inspected his surroundings. It was just a small cottage, no obvious family, with little odds and ends that spoke of a little travel. Then there were the various sets of surgeon’s tools displayed or in bags obviously meant to be grabbed at a moment’s notice. Len blinked and turned his gaze back to Phil; no way could he have been so lucky.
“Are…” Len chewed the inside of his lip just a bit as Phil glanced at him from his place at the hearth. “Are you the city’s surgeon?”
“I am.” Soft crackling of wood sap filled the air as the flames took, licking up the sides of two small pots of water and Phil shifted his attention toward the bread and veggies sitting in a basket on the windowsill, obviously left there by someone in the town earlier that day. “Is that important?”
“Well I was looking for the surgeon when I got lost,” Len explained. When Phil suddenly faced him to look him over again with a critical eye, he elaborated, “I have some training in medicinal herbs. I was hoping to apprentice with you.”
That seemed to relax him. Phil turned back to cutting up the carrots and potatoes as he responded, “I could always use an extra set of hands. Take the second pot of water and go give yourself a good scrubbing. There’s lye by the wash bucket do you have a change of clothes?”
Len shook his head. He’d remembered to grab night clothes, but he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with a complete stranger seeing him in them. Then again, there weren’t exactly any other rooms to the cottage, so Phil was bound to see him when he washed.
“I have nightclothes, but that’s about it…”
“The chest over there has extra clothing. Something should fit you for now,” Phil gestured off near the bed where a heavy wooden chest sat against the wall. “Put your clothes in that sack over there. One of the wives will be by to pick it up tomorrow.”
“So you’re not married, then?” Len enquired, curiosity about his new mentor gnawing at his mind.
“I was. She passed during childbirth some time ago. And you? A young man such as yourself usually has an equally young bride in tow.”
“She and our daughter died yesterday.” If his voice broke a little as he forced the words out, Phil chose not to acknowledge it.
“I’m sorry.”
They fell into companionable silence while Phil continued preparing dinner and Leonard shyly stripped down to scrub the grime from his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken the time to wash so thoroughly, though he suspected it was on his wedding day. The water felt nice and the lye cut through the layers of dirt like it was nothing.
As Len was slipping into a set of fresh clothing, Phil finally broke the silence, “So you have experience with medicines. What sort of experience?”
“Oh I learned a little from my father growing up, but times have changed and his knowledge is out of date. My wife came from a long line of midwives and herbalists and she taught me as much as she could.”
“I see… Well, I’ll tell you my rules regarding anyone who works with me.” When he saw Len was watching him curiously, he continued, “First and foremost, cleanliness is paramount. You won’t be anywhere near my shop unless you’ve bathed properly and regular hand cleansing is important as well.”
Strange, but Len could only assume there was a reason, so he nodded and waited for whatever else Phil had to say. “Secondly, you’ll follow my instructions without question during a procedure. If you have questions afterward, I’ll answer them, but distractions while with a patient can be dangerous.”
“Anything else?”
“You may stay here until you’re able to find your own accommodations, or there’s a room attached to the shop that you may utilize so long as you agree to tend to any minor requests during the night. Anything more complex than administering a fever draught or wrapping a minor wound, you must come here for me.”
Silence reigned again as Phil stirred the stewpot and Len processed some of his new rules. After a while, he finally piped up again, “Why so much focus on washing?”
“Because illness is kept at bay by it. I know not why, but I learned it from another surgeon during my travels and I have yet to become ill being near my patients so I adhere to it strictly. Some secret in the lye, perhaps.”
“So you’re naked- or nearly so- almost daily?” He couldn’t keep the scandalized tone from his voice.
“And you will be as well so long as you work with me,” Phil countered with an easy smile. “It’ll be easier on us both if you adjust to the idea now. Dinner’s ready.”
After a mostly silently dinner, Len’s practically dead on his feet. Phil led him to the bed and gestured to it, “I have some things to see to. You sleep there.”
Leonard really didn’t even have the strength to argue. Instead, he fell onto the pallet without any fight and burrowed under the comfortable quilt. As he drifted off to sleep, he vaguely wondered if everything else was going to be so easy.
~*~*~*~
The sun coming in through the open windows and sounds coming from the kitchen area were what he woke up to. He was vaguely aware that something seemed off, but his fingers inched toward where Sarah should be sleeping in the warmth left behind by his wife. When all he felt was the edge of the smaller bed, Len bolted upright and looked around wildly. Realization and the memories of the day before came flooding back and he found himself once again nauseated thinking about it.
“Good, you’re awake,” Phil’s voice pulled him back before he could rush outside in a panic. “Are you alright?”
“I’ll be fine.”
He avoided the probing look leveled his way as he detangled himself from the blankets. There was a set of fresh clothing laid out for him over the clothing chest and he hurriedly changed as Phil laid out a plate for each of them at the table.
“After we drop the pie off to the baker, we’ll go to the shop,” Phil finally breaks the relative silence of their meal a few minutes later. “I’ll introduce you as my apprentice.”
“And I’ll learn from you?”
“Mmm… On a trial basis for now. Let’s take a fortnight to judge your skill and fit here.”
“It’ll probably take at least that long to get used to you parading around naked as the day God made you,” he grumbled, pulling an amused look from Phil.
“For someone so concerned with what God thinks, you didn’t even pause to pray over your meal.”
Len stared at him for a minute and shrugged. “We’re not speaking at the moment.”
“Oh I’m familiar with that feeling. Finish eating we need to leave.”
The next two weeks move along much the same: up before the sun, breakfast, preparing whatever dinner to be dropped off before they made their way to the shop where there would inevitably already be some local farmer in various degrees of injured. Most of what they saw were simple cuts needing cleaning and dressing and the way these people trusted Phil no matter how odd the man was intrigued Leonard to no end.
He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he still couldn’t make himself entirely comfortable with undressing with Phil nearby or being around when Phil was undressing every day for the washing. Most days, Len would offer to stay behind to clean the shop and himself, wander back to the house to share dinner with his mentor, then would spend the night in the room behind the shop to avoid that sense of unease. He took the extra time to organize Phil’s collection of herbs, drugs, and other various supplies according to frequency of use; extra care was taken to group like with like.
Then near the end of his trial, he found his own time to shine.
She was barely beyond the newborn stage, and her parents couldn’t understand why a simple feeding seemed to cause her so much distress. Phil inspected her from nearly every angle while listening to the descriptions of her symptoms. All both he and the mother missed the look of understanding that dawned on Len’s face until he started rummaging through the cabinets of dried herbs and tinctures.
“Leonard, whatever are you doing?” Phil sounded more curious than reprimanding, so he just continued until he came back with a few bottles and an empty vial.
“My daughter had the same illness and my wife would always give this to her after feedings when she fussed.”
They watched him as he crumbled the dried anise, mint, and chamomile, carefully preparing them before her stoppered the vial. He was so wrapped up in his task that he didn’t notice the appraising look Phil sent his way.
As he handed the vial over, he offered the haggard looking mother a reassuring smile. “Just steep a spoonful of this in a cup of hot water until the water is colored by the tea, let it cool while you feed her, and follow feedings with as much as she’ll let you give her if she starts fussing.”
Her eyes darted to Phil for confirmation. When he tipped his head in agreement, she offered Len a relieved smile and thanked them both before taking her leave.
Phil rested a hand on his shoulder when they were once again alone and grinned. “You did well. While we have a spare moment, I’d like to discuss your continued apprenticeship.”
Once they were settled in their chairs, Phil leveled Leonard with a critical look that put him on edge. It was almost as if he were deciding something beyond just him sticking around.
“Do you want to stay here as my apprentice?”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Len blinked in confusion as he tried to articulate an answer, “Well, I… Think you have a lot you can teach me. And I’m comfortable around you for the most part. I’m not comfortable around many people.”
“Unless I’m ‘parading around naked,’ you mean?” His tone was amused, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the embarrassed flush crawling up Len’s neck and cheeks.
“That’s… An adjustment,” Len admitted as he fidgeted with his hands a little. “But I think I’m growing accustomed to it…”
“There’s much to grow accustomed to when living with me,” Phil chuckled. He leaned in closer, hovering just outside Len’s bubble of personal space.
Instead of shifting away, Len found himself leaning in closer and before he was fully aware it was happening their lips met in a chaste kiss. The next moment, Len was up and across the room, eyes wide with surprise and mild horror. Whether he was horrified with his own actions or the realization that came with them, he wasn’t sure.
“I apologize,” Phil cut in before Len could say anything. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, it’s… I don’t know.” He tried to look anywhere but at Phil as he spoke. “This seems wrong.”
“And is that the only reason you’re upset right now? Because it feels wrong?”
“Well it is wrong, isn’t it? It’s unnatural.” Even as the words left his mouth, Leonard felt uncertain. In the last two weeks alone, he’d gone from barely adherent enough to stave off suspicion to dropping all religious pretenses and yet the ingrained teachings were hard to shake. His entire life up until that moment had been spent denying his unusual urges.
The last thing he needed was Phil making him question things further, but at the same time Len found himself desperately wanting to give in. He was wrapped up enough in his own thoughts that he almost didn’t notice Phil approach him slowly, watching Len’s face for any sign he should step back. Len watched him warily, but made no move to put more distance between them. Once he was close enough, Phil brought a hand up to cup Len’s cheek gently.
“I don’t think you really believe that,” Phil murmured as he moved in close enough to let Len decide whether or not to take the plunge.
He did. After the briefest moment of doubt, Len leaned in that last couple inches. He pulled back just as quickly, however, when he remembered where they were and that anyone could walk in at any moment.
Len chewed a bit at his lip as he considered what to say next. Phil beat him to it, “Think about what you want to happen and we’ll talk about it during dinner.”
“Aye…”
~*~*~*~
Since that night, the two had been inseparable. The weeks dragged into months which turned into a year of Leonard acting as Phil’s apprentice in the public eye during the day and his lover in secret, hidden away behind the walls of their little cottage at night. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary (beyond the usual out of the ordinary that was their relationship, that is) until Leonard woke in the middle of the night to find Phil gone from the house.
He frowned, brow furrowing as he got up out of bed. Had someone needed help and he just slept through it? Unlikely, but still possible. He changed out of his nightclothes and grabbed a lantern so he could make his way to the shop.
Muffled noises from could be heard behind the door and shuttered windows as Len approached the building. It could easily be the sounds of someone injured, so he walked in ready to help in whatever way he could. The last thing he was expecting to see was Phil, mouth pressed against the side of a man’s neck. There were weak struggles on the part of the man- a traveler that Len vaguely recognized as coming into town earlier that day- but they were dying just as he appeared to be.
“Philip?”
The sucking noise that was followed by Phil yanking his head back to stare at him wide-eyed turned Len’s stomach, as did the stray drop of blood trailing down his lover’s chin.
“Leonard… What are you doing here, dove?”
“What am I… What in the hells are you doing?!” He was torn between waiting for an explanation and running as far and as fast as he could out of town. This creature couldn’t be the man he had come to love.
Phil held his hands out in an attempt to appear nonthreatening as he took a few tentative steps toward his younger lover. “Please come sit down and I’ll explain.”
“I’ll sit if you stay over there,” Len demanded, pointing toward the chair that sat near the back of the room. It would leave him an unimpeded path to the door.
The knowledge of that tugged Phil’s features into a distressed frown, but he followed Len’s instructions without question. When he was out of the way, Leonard pulled up his own stool just close enough for them to have a conversation in normal tones. The lamplight cast flickering shadows on both their faces and to Len’s eyes, Phil looked all the more demonic for it. Fear iced Len’s veins and he once again debated the merits of just leaving.
Instead, he took a few fortifying breaths and prompted, “Well? You said you could explain. How do you explain this?” He gestured to Phil face where he was finally wiping away the drying trail and then to the body on the floor. “Or how about that? What could you possibly say to me that would explain that?”
“What would you like me to say?” He seemed almost at a loss as he spoke. “I’m a vampire, my dove. I survive by draining life from others. For as long as I’ve been in the city, I’ve been able to find enough wastes of life that I haven’t needed to feed from the innocent.”
“This whole time? I’ve shared a bed with you. I... You made me fall in love with you. Was that some sort of devil’s trick on your part?” If Phil was offended by the question, Len couldn’t make himself care. “Was I next on your list, then? Be your next meal after you grow tired of me or need to move on?”
“Never,” the response was instant and fierce, the conviction with which it was said left no doubt in Leonard’s mind.
“What, then? Were you going to tell me?”
“And how do you propose I do that? ‘Pardon me, my darling, but I thought you should be aware I’m a creature that spends the occasional night stalking men of questionable morals and intent to sustain myself’? How quickly would you have me sent to a madhouse? Or worse?”
No matter how much he’d like to, Len couldn’t deny it was all true. This was a ludicrous situation. He tried to process everything, but found himself at a loss. This was still Phil. He had to allow himself to believe that. There had been every opportunity for Phil to take advantage of Leonard’s vulnerability as he slept to drain him if he wanted to, but he hadn’t. Too many thoughts, too many possible course of action, and none of them seemed sufficient.
When he finally spoke, his voice sounded so much smaller than he intended, “What do we do now?”
“Now you decide what you want to do. We can continue as we have until I need to move on to avoid suspicion and leave you as my replacement, we can part ways now, you could alert the city to my condition…”
“And if I wanted to join you instead?”
Phil leveled him with a curious look, obviously surprised by the suggestion. “Join me? As a vampire?”
“Yes.”
“It’s an interesting suggestion, but why?”
“I have nothing else to lose. My wife and child are dead, and if I choose to walk away I lose you,” he reasoned, still parsing through the pros and cons but becoming more certain as he continued. “If I follow you, I have the potential of eternity. In just the last few decades we’ve made leaps in medicine. We could do so much good by being here to learn it all.”
That answer received a soft, fond smile. “I can’t say I’m surprised to hear this from you. If this is what you want, I must admit I wouldn’t be able to deny the appeal of keeping you. I will, however, need to give you all the information you need to make a proper decision.”
“We have the time now.”
“Yes, I supposed we do…” Phil sighed and let his eyes close for just a moment. Len assumed he was trying to decide where to start. “If I turn you, I’ll need to drink from you… And you from me. The process following that is fairly quick, but it needs to be repeated over the course of a few days. Once you’ve turned, you’ll need to feed and then feed at least once a week. You can sustain yourself with the blood of livestock, but it’s not as satisfying.”
“Does it hurt to turn?”
“It burns like fire in your veins during those first days. Your body feels as though you swallowed live embers, and you may find yourself unable to leave bed. It rages through you like a fever, but breaks just as quickly.”
They sat in silence for long minutes, the silence only broken by the sounds of the night filtering in through the cracks in the shutters. Len glanced at the body on the floor with a raised brow. “What do we do about him, then?”
“Come morning, I claim he needed treatment that I couldn’t rend and he goes on the pile of the dead. Being the doctor has its advantages in that way.”
“I see… Could we go home? I need time to think and decide.”
“Yes of course,” his entire body sagged in slight relief. “You’ll come back to the cottage with me, then?”
“I’m not staying here with the body,” he grumbled back.
Several days went by without a single mention of that night by either man. Leonard spent most of those days thinking on what he wanted. There were easily a few dozen things on either side to consider, and he frequently found himself overwhelmed by just thinking about it all. He spent each night curled against Phil’s chest as he always did, but sleep eluded him and instead he focused on the even, shallow breaths. It was still difficult to imagine that someone so warm and so seemingly alive was actually among the undead, but he had seen the proof.
After nearly a week, he finally piped up during breakfast, “I want to join you.”
Phil paused mid-bite to watch him across the small table. Why he felt the need to keep up the charade of eating normal foods was beyond Leonard. “Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
That night began the process. It was every bit as unpleasant as Phil had described, but there was also a sense of freeing elation. Their relationship already crossed so many boundaries, so what was one more?
Leonard was already damned, so what could falling further hurt?
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MASTERLIST
The writing listed below is my own original one, unless specified otherwise. I added a synopsis for each snippet to show what each is about :D I am slow at making continuations, but I'm working on it--
Any prompt fills are at the bottom of the list, but if you want you can find all my prompts here!
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Ants
A deity is imprisoned by humans, only able to get lost in their thoughts until they're to be set free.
Vampire
A new hunter finally comes across a vampire he'd had in his sights, yet ends up getting caught. However, instead of threatening or feeding off of him, the vampire decides on a different approach.
Deal part 1, part 2
Villain sees Hero sketch and asks to see their sketchbook. They try to strike a deal with them, but it isn't as easy as they originally thought.
Ally
Villain was meaning to sneak into Hero's house, steal the necessary documents and get out. However, they end up staying once they see that Hero isn't as accepted by his family as Villain originally thought.
Playing with fire
Hero is stuck in a burning building, which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for Villain annoying them out of their mind. However, Villain may actually be onto something.
Ways to win
The villains are losing, but Villain isn't going to allow Supervillain to give up so easily. They have a solution, and all Supervillain has to do is to say yes.
Scary things
Hero and Villain are watching a horror movie, only that Villain clings onto Hero the entire time.
The one you trust
Hero and Supervillain are fighting, both knowing Hero has little chance of winning. However, instead of Supervillain taking them down, they open Hero's eyes to a painful truth.
The good parts
Villain, a book lover, is invited over to Hero's house, only to see how many books Hero has lying around. Most of them are unfinished, and Villain soon figures out why.
Over the stars
A miserable Angel seeks happiness and freedom, and while their most trusted Demon wants them to succeed, they don't think they have a place in the Angel's life. It is up to the fallen one to decide; Should they accept the solution the Angel offered, or do what everyone tells them is right, even if it ends up breaking their heart?
In your eyes
Hero thinks their powers are dangerous and horrid, and so they plan on letting no one else close. And yet when Villain asks, they can't bring themself to say no.
Amusement park
Hero decides to take the day off, only for them to run into Villain, and for the two to have a way better time than Hero thought possible.
Speeches
Hero and Villain help with each other's speeches...It goes as well as one might expect.
Appearances
About Hero and Villain planning on having the first pose as Villain, while the actual criminal is absent.
By your side
Villain finds a distressed Hero on a rooftop and tries to help.
Sleep
Villain is trying to get a stubborn Hero to sleep, and Hero is baffled to see Villain not following 'the script'.
Fae
A Human accidentally enters the territory of a Fae, who had been alone for a long time. A deal is made, since the human is wary and the Fae could use the company.
Careful when dealing with Fae, kids.
Savior
The Villain has defeated almost every Hero and is relishing their victory, before the last saviour faces them. However, Hero seems reluctant to take them down.
(Untitled)
Hero is kidnapped by Villain but they don't know why, which causes them to panic. However, they are even more baffled after they find out Villain's reason.
Angel x Demon, part 2
A demon takes care of an Angel's wounds but not because they are crushing on them or anything pff, that would be absurd.
Babysitters
Somehow, Hero and Villain end up having to babysit two superpowered kids; could have gone worse but also, so much better.
A Villain and their Heroes
Villain holds several heroes captive, but the newest one proves harder to control.
Braiding
Braiding hair and being soft, Villain is worried about their reputation. That's it, that's the summary.
Nerves part 1, part 2
A Hero gathering the courage to ask their crush- a playful Villain- out on a date.
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Civilian x Villain prompts (not all are mine). If you like these kinds of prompts there are more that others added in the notes! :D
Narrator prompts
Hero turned Villain-prompt fill (the prompt, which is not mine, is included)
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Tumblr thought it would be hilarious to delete all my work and not let me answer requests :').
YES I SHALL WRITE THE PLATONIC ANGRY PARENTS-
And thank you-I woke up and was talking to my friend in the morning and my brain just: jojo villain yandere dads. Mudad mudad mudad mudad anger.
Anyways, here they are- Do these even count as headcanons???? I dunno-
Dio, Part 1
Vampire form of course.
First thing first, We all know he'd be a great dad. Protective already, But make him a yandere platonic father? Oh boy, Trust me, You'd be spoiled and treated like royalty.
Now, I'm gonna say in this scenario you were on of his victims child. I'll say you'll be around 5 to eight.
Somehow you managed to catch his eye, Is it because your parent was just as bad as his? You reminded him of his mother? Or maybe you resemble him, and have three moles on your ear. Or, perhaps, A younger joestar? Either way, You somehow had him feeling like a father, and, according to one of my friends, Araki had said DIO would treat his children like they were royalty, And they would be so spoiled.
So, Mudad would end up taking you in, kidnapping, whichever honestly. He'd be holding you like a loving pet owner would, if you got scared, he'd probably be confused. Honestly he'd have you turned into a vampire quickly, as he knew he wouldn't be able to have children as a Vampire.
Truthfully, I think you'd end up never noticing how he'd occasionally pull you closer, or how he'd glare at anyone your age or older going near you. Or how he'd give you some strict rules, Like no dating anyone. E v e r. And why would you ever want to hurt your papa like that?! You wouldn't want to do that, right?! Of course you wouldn't! Dio knew you'd never betray him like that!!
Truth be told, he'd guilt you if you tried to go against his words. But punishments? No no, He'd never actually purposefully hurt you, Unlike his love interest, he'd NEVER want to cause you pain ever. He'd hate himself and wouldn't forgive himself for years. Centuries. Infact, he'd beg for your forgiveness.
The Pillarmen
And satannnaaaaa
First of all, You aren't a pillarchild. You'd most likely be some kind of god, vampire, or a young hamon learner. Or even related to the Joestars or Ceasar.
So, Let's say you're immortal who can walk in the sun. We all know you'd be the joestar side, Right? So, That means you'd end up hating or feeling pity for the pillarmen. First, You'd probably end up trying to make Santana hally when he awakens. Unlike with Joseph, He'd probably know not to attempt to attack you. Let's say you have symbols like Dio Over heaven, We all know how that would work.
You'd end up as a being worshipped by them, probably kidnapped after they destroy the Joestars.
Let's say they defeated Joseph and the others, and you were still a deity, You'd most likely be weaker then them in this scenario. They'd probably treat you like a kitten at first, like a baby before they all felt a connection. As if you were a child of their own, so they'd give you rules. And we all know how rules go with yanderes.
Let's say uh- you fell for a mortal.
"No. No."
[Crush name has fallen from a high place.]
"DADS WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUU-"
"NO CUSSING IN THIS CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!"
or something like that :')
Honestly, You'd have bird dad, and a bunch of other dads. Santana would honestly be like the cool big brother honestly. You'd probably want horns too so-
They would totally buy you halloween horns to put on your head so you'd be happy baby
Now, Hamon user? They'd probably find you like a cute animal at first, probably going easy on you like it was a game of tag. Soon, they'd realize how weak and fragile you are, After all, You are just starting hamon. They'd probably kidnap you to spite Joseph and his side at first, before... Well, You didn't expect to become a vampire and treated like royalty when all you've been treated like is uh... Considering Lisalisa is your coach, I'd say you'd be happy if it was someone else doing this for you.
Josephs sibling? WOAH Joseph, When did you get a cute sibling? Pfft, Not your sibling anymore, They just adopted your ex sibling nerd.
But, All jokes aside, They'd probably be surprised that you were more mature then your brother, and...you sorta resemble a certain Coach... Oh, Humans all look the same, haha.
They'd probably kidnap you infront of Joseph just to make him feel guilt and rage, After all, Why not get their prized treasure and make Joseph angry? They'd give you more rules, until Joseph was gone, of course.
And, sadly, Not even you crying would stop them from making you into a vampire infront of your big brother, breaking both of your hearts.
Don't worry you got ice cream later smh.
Ceasars sibling? Mini pancake? Haha, They'd kidnap you as soon as they felt parent like tendencies. No denying them, infact, they'd make sure you saw ceasar get defeated by the ro ck. But don't worry! You have new parents and a brother-! Haha, Poor you.
Part 3 DIO AKA mudad!
Honest to god you'd probably have to be a stand user with a weak or strong stand, or, you were one of his kids he had with a lucky woman who survived and got a naked polaroid of him as a 'wow you lived! Congrats, now go have my kid lmao' gift. Or, Maybe you were a normal kid who was kind to him, even if he,,,, did some questionable murder infront of you. And maybe you were a young
Now, Let's say you were a strong stand user. He'd end up wanting to use a flesh bud until he realized... He never had a kid, that he knows of, and decided to raise you! At first he'd be upset you had a strong stand like your mudad, but realized you could protect yourself from those dreadful joestars! Congrats, You became a Brando! :) How unlucky, Considering this DIO would probably force vampire masks onto you, or even using fleshbuds as a threat. Either way, You'll always be papas baby!
Yoshikage kira.
Like I said in my first post of this, He'd want to have a nice average life. You having a stand wouldn't be a problem, Since he'd probably convince you Josuke and the others are awful and rude.
Josukes sibling? Well, He'd end up telling you he can help your brother with his murder issue if you come with him. You don't exactly have a choice since Killer queen would easily overpower you if you had disagreed. You'd end up being a normal and peaceful child before long, Infact, He'd have to pretend he had adopted you behind his 'wifes' back.
Hayotos friend he never talks about? Congrats, You are now stuck with a crazy and loving father! And a mother, I suppose. And you get your best friend as a brother! You'd never be able to leave, how sad. But, You'd have your new mom and your dad to talk to-! And killer queen cuddle time.
Now, Let's say you were his own kid. Wowzers! You think its normal for your father to bring women hands home, after all, You are pretty young and your father told you most adults do this. Ah. How enjoyable.
Doppio/Diavolo
Oh dear. You poor child.
Either you were related to trish, and he somehow felt like you wouldn't be a problem before they felt more of a father love towards you, Most likely somehow getting rif of the traitors and your big sister.
"Where's big sister?"
"Don't worry about her, She's spending time with your mother."
Smh quit LIEING you jERK!
But seriously, Doppio would be like the fun mom asking you if you'd like bake cupcakes in his spare time! Read you bed time stories and whatnot! Diavolo would be awkward and "wanna play baseball or whatever kids like to do these days?" Awkward dad alert.
"My kid is fine!"
The kid they kidnapped/raised:
Casually trying to beat another kid with a baseball.❤💚💛
Honestly they'd insult everyone elses kids while here their kid is, casually scared of baseball.
Pucci
Papa priest! We all know he'd adopt you! I head canon him as gay, considering DIO and him were totally a thing.
So, He'd probably have you study Lord DIO bibles, and casually have you hate Jolyne. Probably even give you a stand, And even show you that DIO is the best! Worship! Protect yourself and all that!
Jotaro would probably scare you, so I can see you holding onto Pucci while Jotaro appears anytime, so pucci would infact love it when you snuggle onto him lime a cute kitten. Hell, you even Sneeze like a kitten!
Honestly You'd be kept under watch 24/7, but you'd think it was normal, after all, Your father would mever do something so awful like Those Joestars claim...right?
Diego
Oh wow- dino dad :)
Let's say you were a big fan of his, Then, Well,You wouldn't mind having him as a dad, Now would you? He is your idol, Right? Yeah. Yeah!
He'd probably carry you around upside down, Hot pants just questioning his sanity as he drops you a million times. Hot pants would probably end up carrying you most of the time.
Mama hot pants and father Diego. Y es.
And, Let's say you were traveling with Johnny. Congrats. You've put yourself in a even worse situation considering Diego would become worried and paranoid over those two idiots hurting you! And he hates the idea of his baby boy/girl/child being hurt by barbarians!!!
Even though he'd probably hurt you on accident if I'm gonna be honest.
Kidnapping isn't a very easy job, so of course he had to knock you out! What was he supposed to do?! Ask you to come stay with him forever?! No! Maybe! HuawhuKaia-
Honestly not too many rules, just don't leave his side ever! Except when going to the bathroom. You'll be tied to his horse. No whining >:(.
Funny Valentine
Honestly what did you think he was going to do? Pick some random child? No no, He'd choose the PERFECT child! You were so lucky! Wow! The daughter of the mos powerful man ever! Lucky you, Right?
No. You don't get alone time unless it's you sleeping or bathing. You wear what he wants, and no.
Dating not allowed. Bad. No no no no no.
"No. No dating. Your lips will fall off."
"but mommys lips didn't-"
"Your face will melt off."
Basically you'd be bossed around and treated like royalty, as long as you listen to you dad!
Honestly I don't know if this is headcanons, if if it isn't feel free to scream at me in the comments-
AND I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY ANSWER, SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS AND ARE ABLE TO ENJOY IT??? I GUESS???
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so, in light of recent events, people have been discussing when they think Dean and Cas realized that they were in love with each other. While I 100% believe dean realized in purgatory, I dont think Castiel realized until Dean broke Naomi's connection.
BUT!!!!
I also think that is around the same time Sam realized it too. Obviously Charlie already knew ( " what about Castiel, he seems helpful and..Dreamy" she's a lesbian. That comment wasn't for Her!") I think Charlie was the one to point it out to sam and I think the two of them agreed to keep it to themselves since neither of those two would have been able to handle that information. So, I wrote a little thing about how I think it went down.
I also wanted to give myself an explanation for those wierd looks and mystery note from the end of the episode...so yeah...here's that.
Sam hobbled down the hall to the guest room, his hand still throbbing from knocking Dean unconcious . It was…worrisome, to say the least, that he was having this much trouble with healing from such a minor injury, not to mention the other things that were happening to his body; the fatigue, coughing up blood. Troubling, but, as much as he hated to admit it, worth it. Dean had been pissing him off more than usual lately anyway. It wasn't just the trials. Sure, he was frustrated with Dean for thinking he wasn't strong enough to handle them (he had fought against Lucifer in his own mind for christ's sake) but it was everything else too. His loyalty to Benny still didn't sit right with him. He had been so quick to kill Amy, just because she was a monster. He didn't care that she was just feeding her kid. She was just a monster to him. But for some reason, Benny got a pass. Sure, the guy saved both their asses, he was grateful for that, but even Bobby knew it was wrong.
And then there was Cas.
Sam wanted nothing more, than to tell Dean that he should have learned his lesson the first time with the Angel. It wasn't like he didn't like Castiel. Of course he did. He was appreciative of everything the guy had done for them. Dean was right that he had saved their asses more than once. It was just….at the end of the day, whether they liked him or not, Castiel had betrayed them. He understood that perfectly. What he couldn't understand, was why dean was so suprised by him doing it again. Hell, Dean had been the one to bring up that fact that the guy wasn't acting right since he got back and yet, there he was, praying to him, putting his trust in him again. It was maddening, to say the least. He had tried to talk to his brother about it, but Dean immediately shut down.
So, yeah, his hand was still hurting, but it was damn worth it.
He turned the corner to find Charlie stuffing her things into her duffle. He knocked on the door frame with his uninjured hand. "Hey, there."
"Sam." She half smiled, when she turned around, her eyes still a little bleary from crying. "Hi, I'm just…just packing up to head out and…" she sniffled and plopped down on the bed, covering her face as she began crying anew.
Sam walked into the room and pulled up the desk chair, sitting down in front of her. "Dean told me what happened, while you two were under." He said. "I am so sorry about your mom, Charlie." He placed his hand on her shoulder as she began crying harder. "I know how hard it is to let go like that…"
"Dean was right," she sniffed. "I needed to stop holding on."
Sam let out a bitter scoff and pulled his hand back, squeezing both hands between his legs. "Yeah, Dean's always right, isn't he? Too bad he can't follow his own advice."
Charlie looked up, her eyes sad and confused. "Holding on to my mom was the reason I was stuck there. If he hadn't made me let go, I would have died.we both would have."
Sam shook his head at himself, trying his damndest to let go of his own bitterness to be there for his friend. "Ya, I know. I'm sorry…just…I know you're hurting right now, I just want you to know I'm here for you."
Charlie sniffed again, wiping her arm across her face to dry it before leaning back and staring at Sam. "I don't get it." She said, as firmly as possible.
Sam, leaned back and shrugged. "Me neither, really. I always thought all djinn fed off happiness. It's like every time we figure stuff out, something new comes along to throw us off our game."
"Not that." Charlie said, waving his statement off. Sam looked at her, confused, not sure what she was referring to. She took a breath and pulled a book out of her duffle throwing it on Sam's lap. 'Mystery Spot' By Carver Edlund. "You say these books happened in real life. That everything written in them actually went down…but the past two times I've been around you guys…you certainly dont act like you do in the books."
Sam skimmed the first page of the book and chuckled, tossing it back on the bed next to Charlie. "Yeah, well, things have just been different, I guess."
"So, you used to love and support each other, no matter what and now you just, what? Stopped?" She asked.
"It's…" Sam scoffed and shook his head. "things are just, more complicated now…"
"You maybe, wanna elaborate there buddy?" She asked. "I may be a genius, but a mind reader, I am not."
Sam let out a breath and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He figured it might feel better to at least get something off his chest. "To be honest Charlie, I dont think Dean is cut out for the job anymore."
"Why not?"
"His judgment, for one thing." Sam answered. "I don't know, just ever since he got back from purgatory… he's been…it's like he can't think straight anymore. He used to be no nonsense when it came to killing monsters and only trusting people he knew he could trust and now… I mean, I get it. Purgatory was rough on him, but the guy has literally been to Hell and back. I don't see why this time is any different."
"What do you mean?" Charlie asked softly.
"I mean like, being friends with a freaking vamp." Sam answered, coldly. "Yeah, Benny wasn't like the others, and I get the whole 'brother's in arms' aspect, but it still doesn't make sense." He waved his hand, gesturing back at the book before letting it drop. "That Dean? That Dean would have never put his trust in a monster. That Dean wouldn't let people back into his life that had screwed him over, and now…I don't know, now it's like he just doesn't care about letting people in that who could hurt him, or…people who already have."
"So, it's not just about the vampire." Charlie said. "Who else has Dean been trusting that you don't think he should?"
Sam gritted his teeth and shook his head. "Cas really messed him up Charlie. I mean, the guy already turned his back on us once and Dean just let him back into our lives like nothing even happened."
"Ah." Charlie said, with complete understanding. "Okay, I get it now."
"Get what?" Sam asked.
"I get why Dean has been acting wierd, duh." She said, like it was obvious. Sam sat, staring at her, trying to peice together what puzzle she seemed to have completed. "Oh, my God. Do you really not see it?" Charlie laughed.
"Um, no?" Sam said, skeptically.
"Wow," she scoffed. "And here I thought you were the observant one." Sam waited for her to explain herself, still utterly lost on what she was talking about. "It's Castiel." She said, speaking to him as if he were a child.
"What about him?" Sam asked, hoping like hell that she wasn't talking about the angel brainwashing his brother or something.
"I've read the books, Sam." She said. "I know all about Dean's special Angel friend."
"No." Sam shook his head. "No, chuck stopped writing after Dean went to hell. There's no way you could have a read anything about Cas."
Charlie scrunched her face and bobbed her head back and forth. "Mmmm, not exactly." She reached into her bag and pulled put her laptop, turning it on. "Remember how I said the books were online now?" Sam nodded waiting for her to continue. "Okay, dont get mad," she said as she typed "but, he may have kept writing a little bit longer than you thought…."
"He what?!" Sam said, furious. They had told that dick to knock it off after that stupid convention."How long?"
"Relax." She said, scrolling through some page on her screen. "He stopped after you sacrifice yourself to Hell, actually. It was beautifully written by the way, super emotional, but no one has seen or heard from him since."
'Good!' Sam thought to himself. He felt a little bad for that thought, since Kevin was now the prophet it meant that the reason no one had heard from Chuck was likely because he was dead, but at least no one else could know more about their lives than they already did. "Okay, but what does any of this have to do with Dean? Why would Cas be the reason he's acting wierd?"
Charlie sighed, cringing to her self a little. "Well, as you already know, where there's a fandom, there's most likely fanfiction…"
"I'm aware." Sam said, peeved by the memory of stumbling upon the fanfiction written about him and Dean.
"Look, I'm not saying anything is definite, but alot of people who write fanfiction are really good at reading between the lines." She clicked her mouse a few times before closing her laptop and setting it back in her bag. "I mean, I've read all the books myself, and I totally know that you guys are real people and not some fictional characters, and it's completely not okay to speculate on your lives and feelings or whatever...but I mean, it's kinda hard not to see where they're all coming from."
"What are you talking about, Charlie?"
"Dean said that Benny helped him fight through purgatory, right?" She said. "He met him pretty early on in his time there, no?"
"Yeah," Sam said, still completely bemused, "I guess…Dean hasn't really talked a lot about what happened while he was there. He told me some things, but he never really went into detail."
Charlie nodded and shrugged sheepishly before continuing. "Okay, so he met Benny early on, and Benny told him he had a way to get back, right off the bat. So, why did it take them so long to get out of there?"
"Dean said he spent alot of his time searching for Cas." Sam answered.
"Exactly!" She exclaimed, like that should have been the answer.
"I'm sorry Charlie, I still don't understand what you're getting at here."
"Sam, he could've come back at any point after meeting Benny. They only spent as much time as they did together, because Dean wanted to bring Castiel back with him. Even after everything he did. Don't you think that's a little…suspicious?"
"That's exactly what I've been saying!" Sam said. "Why would he do that?!"
"Yeah, Sam, why?" She said, still trying to lead him. "Why would someone run back into a fire, when they have a way out? I mean, I think you, of all people, would know the answer to that."
Sam gaped at her in shock. It took a minute for him to register what she was implying, but once he did… "Charlie, that's…"
"Just a thought!" She defended before he finished. "I'm just saying that Dean doesn't normally put his trust in people. Except, maybe…the people he REALLY cares about and the people that protect them. Maybe there's more to the story when it comes to his trust in Benny than you thought. I definitely feel like there's more when it comes to Castiel."
"Charlie, come on." Sam laughed a little. " You know Dean. He's…"
"More complicated than people give him credit for." Charlie cut him off. "He also knows how hard it is to let go of the people he loves. He's actually really bad at it. Maybe, worse than you know."
"Charlie," Sam started, before being cut off once more.
"He's definitely more concerned about you than you think." Charlie said firmly, standing up as she did. She began packing once more, keeping her eyes averted from Sam's. "He's not trying to control you, you know. He raised you, Sam. You mean alot to him. You ever think for a moment that he's just really scared for you? Scared of losing you? I mean, back to my point, he is really bad at losing people."
Sam sat in silence, petulantly mulling over Charlie's words. She was right, probably. Dean may have been scared, but it was still possible that he just couldn't hack the life anymore. Sam wasn't some child. And the other stuff she was saying…she was way off base. There was a big difference between reading about someone's and living it.
"I sent you the link to the website I used to read the books." Charlie said as she zipped up her bags. She slung her backpack over her shoulder crossing her arms as she stared him down. "I know you lived through it all and everything, but not every part was about you. There's a few things you may have missed."
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen." Sam shook his head.
"Just a suggestion." She shrugged. "It might open your eyes to a few things you don't understand. I get not wanting to relive those times but…if you ever decide that's something you might wanna do, hit me up. I can tell you what chapters to skip, or whatever. And, if your really curious about Dean's relationship to Castiel, 'On the Head of a Pin' is a good place to start. The torture chapters are pretty rough, and I know you'll want to skip over your parts…but the other stuff.…" she shrugged.
"Okay." He said, at a loss for more words than that.
"You ready to roll?" Dean said, from the doorway, knocking on the door frame before entering the room.
"Looks, like it." Charlie smiled up at him as he entered.
"I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Dean asked looking between her and Sam with concern written all over his face. "You guys look a little spooked."
"Ew, gross, no." Charlie said, scrunching her face at Dean's implications. "Sam, was just helping me with my bags. Right Sam?"
"Uh, yeah…" Sam said, standing up and grabbing her duffle off the bed.
"Eh, come on, you know I'm just teasin ya!" Dean chuckled, jabbing her on the shoulder playfully. "He may have the hair, but the body parts are all wrong, right?"
"Definitely." Charlie agreed.
"Come on." Dean said, tilting his head toward the door. He waited for Charlie to leave the room, then cast a skeptical glance at Sam before following after. Sam was sure he was in for an earful after she left. He began dreading it as he said his goodbyes, anticipating the lecture as he told Charlie she was welcome to comeback at anytime. But it wasn't the only thing on his mind now. After bidding Charlie farewell, he went inside, giving the two of them their time alone. He hesitated for a moment, convinced that the trials were seriously messing with his head if he was even considering this. Then again…
He headed to the library, grabbing a peice of paper and a pen on his way and sat down. 'This is just stupid.' He thought to himself as he wrote down the words 'On the Head of a Pin'. He heard the bunker door open. Dean walked up, the look on his face telling Sam that it was time for his ass- chewing, so he decided to cut it off before it could start.
He clicked the pen closed and stood up, ready to defend his actions. "Okay, look you were right. I-I should laid low. I-I know." He said as Dean approached him."I should have hung back. I'm glad I was able.."
Then Dean grabbed him. Then Dean pulled him into a hug. It wasn't at all what he was expecting. He was lost, but relieved and hugged his brother back.
Dean chuckled and patted his back before pulling away. "What do you say we find our prophet?." Dean smiled, before smaking him in the chest and walking away.
Sam was left to himself, completely bewildered by what had just occurred. Dean had certainly not been acting like himself, but this was a whole new level. Maybe there was some truth to Charlie's words? Maybe he really was just scared? Maybe Sam really didn't know everything about his brother. Now, wasn't the time to think about that, though. Dean was right, the had to look for Kevin. They had work to do. Research.
But Dean had to sleep at some point. Maybe Sam could do a little light reading in that time.
If Charlie was right about Dean being scared for him, who knew what else she was right about?
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