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sayo-writes-fanfiction · 5 years

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On the One Hand- Death: 8- Learning New Things isn't Always Fun

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It wasn't long after towing the heap of an Impala home that Sam showed up, obviously distressed and under a lot of pressure as he studied the car with a similar expression to what Sonya had earlier. "Sam- this just ain't worth the work it needs." Bobby tried, watching the taller of the two brothers pace around the car before reaching into the back seat and digging out a broken laptop the two of them missed while clearing it out.

"I say we take what we can, then sell the rest for scrap." He added, turning his attention to the car. "The frame's a pretzel, the engine's ruined... There's barely any parts worth salvaging..."

"No, Dean would kill us." Sam shook his head and put the laptop on the roof of the car with a frown. "He's gonna want to fix this up when he gets better."

The way Sam's voice hitched the slightest bit at the end of 'better' brought Sonya's attention back around to him as he stared down at the car. It didn't sound good from what she could pick, then again she wasn't exactly very good at picking up social cues. "Well... At the very least I can scavenge from the old cars and put what can help next to it for him." She piped up, shrugging her shoulders when Sam shot her a grateful look. "Yeah... That would help, thanks."

"No problem, it would give me something to do at least." Sonya offered softly, tucking her hands into her jean pockets, ignoring the small smile Sam sent her way before refocusing on Bobby again. "Here, uh, Dad asked if you could get this stuff for him." Pulling out a piece of paper, he held it out to Bobby.

Sidling up to the older hunter, Sonya peered over at the list of items written down and frowned slightly, sharing a look with Bobby when he glanced over at her. "What's John want with this?" He asked Sam finally, looking over at him with a small frown tugging on his lips.

"For protection- from the demon." He answered, confused when the other two shared another look, Sonya's head shaking ever so slightly before she took the paper from Bobby and heading back towards the house to start gathering the stuff for him. "What?"

Faintly Sonya could hear Bobby try to brush off Sam's question just before she opened the door and stopped just inside with a low sigh. If their Dad wanted items to summon a Demon and tried to pass them off as protective items to Sam... She could understand why Bobby didn't care much for the man, not like she could say the same, but what little she did know of him at this point, she didn't think she cared all that much for him either.

Stuffing the last container in the bag, Sonya shut the kitchen drawer and moved into Bobby's study, setting it down just as the two of them walked inside. "That's everything, you need to find a better hiding place for the roots though... The drawer it's in is too damp for it to stay usable." She stated, earning a small, familiar grunt from Bobby as he strode over to open the bag and start searching through it.

"I'll get some containers for it." He muttered, turning to hand the bag to Sam then locked eyes with Sonya, his eyes sharp and serious. "I want you to go with him." He finally said, earning two surprised looks. "Look, John wants to summon the demon, fine, but with Dean out of commission at the moment, it would be better for Sam if there were another pair of capable hands to help if things get outta hand."

"Bobby-" Sam started, only to be cut off when the older man held up a hand.

"No, if yer daddy is gonna go into this without any planning, then I'd feel safer knowing someone's there to watch yer back. I won't take no for an answer." He added when Sonya opened her mouth to protest as well.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Sonya looked over at Sam and offered him a helpless shrug. "I'll uh... Stay out of your way, probably in the waiting room if you want." She murmured, running a hand through her hair with a frown. If Bobby was worried about one demon, then it must have been a bad one. Generally they were bad, granted. But to insist on her going to help despite the brightness of her soul to help Sam... Then this one must be far worse than the usual brand.

"You got a car?" She asked suddenly, watching Sam grimace slightly and shake his head. "Alright, is uh... The Capri good to go?" She asked, turning to Bobby with an expectant look on her face, a small smile spreading across her face when he grabbed a set of keys off of his desk and tossed them over to her, catching them easily.

"The reverse is sticking, don't parallel park if ya can help it." He pointed out before turning to Sam again. "Look, I know ya can take care of yourself, Sam. An' she don't look like much-" He ignored the indignant 'hey!' from Sonya as she twisted her head around to glare at him. "Bu' she's good at what she does. She'll help more than you think."

Huffing silently, she let his comment go and hefted her canvas bag onto her shoulder and walked over to wait by the door, turning to see Sam pat Bobby on the shoulder in a familiar way before moving to join her. "I'll call you when we get there." She told the older hunter when he glanced over at her. With a quick wave the two of them stepped out of the house, Sonya taking the lead and moving around the edge of the house towards where the Capri was parked.

Unlocking the doors, she tossed her bag in the back along with Sam and climbed into the front seat with a huff. "Gotta get these changed out." Frowning slightly, she wiggled around, trying to get comfortable where springs weren't poking her from behind. Looking over when the passenger door opened, she watched Sam climb in and fold himself into the seat beside her. "I take it you aren't fond of small cars."

"Uh... Yeah." He muttered, adjusting the seat so it was pushed all the way back and stretched his legs out with a soft grunt. "Not exactly comfortable."

"I can imagine. My uh... My brother was pretty tall too." She offered, turning the key in the ignition and shifting the car into drive.

"... Was?" He asked quietly, his eyes flicking over to where she sat, directing the car out of the salvage yard and onto the road. "Uh... Sorry to hear-"

"He's not dead." She interrupted him with a small shrug. "But... Considering how things turned out for me, he might as well be." Flashing him a small smile that looked more like a grimace, Sonya flipped a hand beside her as if brushing off the comment. "I'd rather know he was safe and sound away from all of this crap, you know?"

"Yeah, I can understand that." Sam nodded slightly, feeling a bit bad for the girl he didn't really know. "Uh... You mind if I ask how-?"

"Long story short, I was sorta... Dropped into the life." She hedged slightly, not sure how much she should tell the man beside her as she pulled into the highway. "Bobby found me, decided I was worth saving and helped me learn how to deal with the things that go bump in the night. Granted it was small things he had me go hunt at first... Uh, the demon you and your brother brought to the house was the first I had run into before."

"Yeah... I actually got some questions about that." Sam commented, thinking back to that day and frowning slightly in confusion. "What was with that exchange between you two?"

Sucking on her lower lip in thought, Sonya tossed a searching glance over at him then turned back to the road. "How about I tell you when I get to know you a little more, yeah? It's sort of a sensitive issue for me." She finally said, one hand pulling away from the wheel and reaching up to tug out a small folder tucked into the sunshade, tossing it onto Sam's lap with a small smile. "Why don't you pick a CD for us to listen to? Bobby won't let me play them in the house."

Recognizing her attempt to change the subject, Sam frowned slightly then flipped open the folder, scanning the titles curiously. "The Doors? David Bowie?" Looking over at her, he smiled in amusement at her sheepish expression. "What? It's good music." She shot back defensively, her lips curling up in a smile of her own when she saw his hands raise up in mock defense.

"Nothing wrong with that, you just don't look the type is all." Pulling out one of the cds, he popped it in the player and pressed play, the familiar sounds of David Bowie beginning to fill the car. "Oh, this is a good one, skip to number five for me, would you?" Sonya bounced in her seat with a sudden fit of excitement, her hands tapping on the wheel in time with the music once Sam complied.

"Space Oddity?" Sam finally asked, listening to the lyrics beginning to play, looking over at Sonya with growing amusement. His dark mood from Dean's condition waning somewhat at the look of pure, childlike happiness glowing on her face at the music. "Hell yeah, man. I love this song!" She laughed lightly and flashed him a wide smile. "One of my favorites actually. First song I ever heard him sing and just fell in love. I'd marry that man if I could."

"Sure." Chuckling slightly to himself, Sam closed the folder and reached up to tuck it into the shade over him, settling back into the seat to relax on the car ride back to the hospital. His thoughts already turning to the darker ones that had been plaguing him since the accident. Dean, unresponsive... And now his Dad planning on summoning the same Demon that caused all of this to happen in the first place. Stewing silently, he turned his head to look out the window, watching the trees and cars pass them by with a small frown beginning to grow on his face.

Stepping out of the car, Sonya looked up at the hospital with a slight grimace. "Man I hate these places." She muttered to herself, turning to Sam as he pulled the bag of ingredients out of the back seat and shut the door. "Yeah, I'm not exactly fond of them myself." He agreed, leading the way up to the front entrance, Sonya hurrying to catch up with his longer strides.

Stepping inside, the two of them stopped at the reception as Sam signed back in as a visitor before he lead the way to the elevators. Pressing the call button, he looked over at Sonya and watched as she seemed to shrink in on herself with a grimace. "You're that uncomfortable?" He asked finally, an eyebrow raised slightly when she looked up at him with a frown.

"Uh... Yeah." She said finally, choosing not to go into detail as she stepped into the elevator with him and watched as he punched the second floor button and the doors closed. "Not exactly fond of any of this to be honest."

Nodding slightly, Sam glanced up at the floor counter then stepped off once the doors open, heading down the hallway without a word. Hesitating slightly near the waiting room, Sonya glanced in his direction, not exactly sure where she should go.

Stopping and looking back at Sonya, Sam raised an eyebrow and gestured slightly with his hand. "You coming or not?" He asked with a slight tilt to his head. Earning a small, grateful smile from her as she hurried down the hallway towards him. It wasn't hard to imagine she wouldn't be much better alone in the waiting room considering how bad she already was walking with him downstairs.

"I can uh... Wait outside." She offered when they stopped outside of one of the rooms, Sam reaching out to open the door before pausing to look down at her. "Yeah... If you don't mind. Just for a moment." He muttered, already figuring it would be better for her to stay out here with what he had in mind to say to his dad.

Nodding quietly, she moved aside and leaned her back against the wall, glancing down the hallway as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Be out in a minute." He muttered and stepped into the room.

Glancing over at the open doorway, Sonya blew a strand of hair from her face and offered a smile and nod at a passing doctor when one walked by. 'tell-you-hear me' Frowning slightly, she rubbed at her ear and glanced up at the speaker in the ceiling above her that was playing some random song softly. 'Something-hospital. Now you've-me-and we've-hunt-Sam!'

The faint voice left a ringing in her ears as she rubbed at them again with a grimace. Okay, that wasn't exactly what she expected, Hospitals? Hunting? Sam? Those weren't lyrics. Not ones she knew anyway, looking around, she tried to figure out where the voice was coming from, one hand coming up to rub at her eye automatically when the familiar blur at the edge of her vision appeared again.

A sudden clanging noise from the room made her jump, head twisting around in time to see Sam glaring at the older man on the bed with obvious anger. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" He demanded, staring him down as the man on the bed reached for the bag. "What are you talking about?"

Recognizing a family argument when she saw one, Sonya shifted on her feet and moved farther down the hallway, giving them privacy as she tried to ignore the raised voices drifting out of the room behind her. Pausing at the next room, she peered inside to see a familiar face laying prone on the bed there. "Oh no..."

Stepping inside, she stopped beside Dean's bed and stared, horrified at his condition. "This is bad..." She whispered, taking in the sight of all the tubes, wires and IVs attached to the man, keeping him alive as best they could. "No wonder Sam didn't say much."

The sound of breaking glass jerked Sonya's attention away from the battered body on the bed, feet already carrying her to the doorway so she could peer out of the room down the hall towards the next one over. A sudden rush of cold air blowing past made her shiver, hands rubbing against the gooseflesh that rose on her arms in reaction before an alarm started to go off on one of the machines behind her.

Spinning around, she stared wide-eyed at the heart monitor as it flat-lined, prompting a small stream of doctors and nurses to rush past her into the room. Stepping out into the hall, she stared as they all gathered around Dean's body and started working on him furiously, attempting to bring him back. Looking up at Sam, Sonya flinched slightly at the expression on his face as he watched them work on his brother.

"All clear." One of the Doctors stated, holding up the paddles and pressing them to Dean's chest, jolting his heart with a quick shock. One of the nurses checked the monitor then shook his head. "Still no pulse."

"Again, 360." The doctor ordered, watching as the nurse tuned the controls.

'Get-away.' Looking around, Sonya frowned at the soft, ringing voice and stepped back from the door reflexively. 'I-get BACK!' Flinching at the loud and clear voice, she jumped back and stood on the other side of the door, ignoring Sam's glance in her direction before he looked around confused.

"We have a pulse... Back into sinus rhythm." The doctor announced suddenly, regaining Sam's attention as they all stepped back away from the bed and began clearing up.

'Don't worry- Not going- getting- before- it gets- some-of spirit.' Looking over at Sam, Sonya frowned at him as he looked around once again, his eyes locking with hers, eyebrows furrowed slightly. 'I could- it. if I- grab- can- kill it.'

"Sam..?" She asked suddenly when the voice fell quiet, his eyes flicking around the hallway before landing on her again.

"Did you... Hear something?" He asked slowly, watching as she chewed her lip then slowly nodded her head. "Yeah... I've been hearing... Something since we got here." She admitted quietly, head turning from side to side as she studied the hall. "I thought it was the radio at first but-"

"But what?" He asked, moving closer and watching as she fidgeted in place a moment. "Sonya, what did you hear?"

"I think I... I heard Dean." She finally admitted to the vague thought that had been forming in her head. "Saying your name." Looking up at him, she frowned slightly and rubbed at her face. "I thought I was going crazy for a moment there."

"Yeah... Me too." He agreed, looking down the hall before gesturing for her to follow him. "Come on. I need to talk to my Dad."

Nodding quietly, she followed behind him and into his father's room, stopping just inside the doorway as he moved over to stand beside the man's bed. "Dad... This is Sonya. Another hunter." Sam explained, waving over at her and making her lift her head and offer a small smile at the man, as she stepped forward to shake his outstretched hand. "Hello."

"Sonya huh? Never heard that name in the hunter circles before. I'm John." He said easily, studying her face closely before letting go of her hand and settling back against his pillow with a curious expression on his face.

"Oh, I'm not that good at what I do." She said sheepishly, one shoulder shrugging up as she tipped her head to the side. "I generally stick to ghosts, ghouls, vampires and the like."

"Really? You're still alive, so you must be good enough." He commented, earning a faint smile from the girl as she settled into the chair beside his bed as Sam paced around to the other side. "Dad- I think uh... We think-" He gestured to himself and Sonya as he spoke, regaining his Father's attention. "We felt something."

John looked between the two of them, from Sam's expectant expression to Sonya's uncomfortable one then frowned. "What do you mean, you felt something?"

"I mean... It felt like Dean." Sam gestured with his hands slightly, at a loss as to how exactly explain what it felt like. "Like he was there, just out of eye shot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what- Actually..." He paused and frowned, glancing over at Sonya as she shifted in the chair under his scrutiny. "How did you feel anything if you aren't Psychic?"

"Uhm..." She mumbled, looking up and staring like a deer in the headlights at the two men while they studied her. "I... I didn't feel anything."

"You said-"

"I heard something." She corrected him before he could continue, frowning slightly in thought. "Sort of a... Quiet voice, it was making my ears ring actually."

"You... Heard a voice." John's flat tone told her all she needed to know and she grimaced slightly, nodding with a bit of reluctance. "A soft one... Sort of... Like a radio stuck between two stations. I only caught part of what they were saying." She tried to explain, glancing between John and Sam with a sigh.

"Look, I don't know anymore about this than you do now. I'm not exactly prone to hearing voices you know." She added defensively, getting to her feet and crossing her arms over her chest. "But, I do know I heard it say Sam's name then mention something about hunting." She added, watching both of their expressions shift slightly, not enough to make her feel like they believed her, but enough to know they were at least taking what she said a little more seriously.

"It said my name?" Sam asked, moving around the bed again to stand beside her, ignoring John's quiet huff of irritation.

"Yeah, then while we were outside of his room..." She paused, glancing around the room uncomfortably when Sam's expression shifted. "It kept saying for something or someone to get back."

"So... He's here. Somewhere." Sam said, looking over at his Dad with an expression that clearly said he believed her. "And something is in his hospital with us."

"Sam, we don't know that." John tried, looking between Sonya and his son with a frown.

"You don't think his spirit could be around? Waiting for his body to get better?" Sam demanded, watching his father deflate slightly and slowly nod his head.

"Anything's possible." He finally admitted, watching Sam straighten up where he stood before moving towards the doorway, motioning for Sonya to follow him.

"Well there's one way to find out." He declared, moving aside so Sonya could walk out first, stopping to look at his dad when he asked where they were going. "I gotta pick something up, we'll be back."

"Wait- Sam." John's voice stopped them just outside the doorway, Sonya hesitating a moment as Sam turned to look back at his Father. "I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's okay."

Studying his dad for a moment, Sam nodded sharply then turned to lead the way down the hall back towards the elevator doors with Sonya hurrying along beside him.

"Care to share with the driver where you plan on going, or are you hoping I'll guess?" She asked finally once they were inside and the doors were shut.

"I don't know, you tell me." Sam said suddenly, making her blink at the serious tone in his voice when he looked down at her. "How can you hear a voice and I can't?" He asked, his eyebrows drawn together when she frowned slightly in confusion. "I didn't tell you I was psychic until just now, but you're the one hearing my brother's voice?"

"As far as I know, I'm not psychic." Sonya tried to explain, both hands coming up in a shrug beside her as they stepped out into the lobby and headed for the doors to the parking lot together. "I just... Heard it, that's all. It's not like I was trying to or anything."

Sam was silent until they got to the car, both of them climbing in and buckling their seat belts before he spoke again. "I didn't know I was either until I started getting visions." He admitted, staring hard out the windshield as she started the car, letting it idle for a moment.

"Well... If I am or not doesn't matter. Right now, we need to figure out what's going on with your brother." Sonya finally said quietly, pulling the car out of it's parking space and out onto the road. "Now, where are we going?"

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irkallanprince · 6 years

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Jason the Hunter

Fandom: Power Rangers (2017 movie) Rating: T/PG-13 Warnings: Awkward flirting. Implied violence. Vampires. Also dead bodies but... eh. Relationships: Jason Scott/Billy Cranston

Jason is a monster hunter investigating the strange deaths of criminals. When he finds the person responsible he doesn't quite have the heart to punish them.

Basically I’m trash and that crappy practice doodle about a vampire hunter au I did a few weeks ago inspired this. Maybe it’s a new series? Not sure yet. Also sorry for clogging up the PR and Cranscott tags but like... Cranscott needs more love.

(read on ao3)

Three bodies. All drained of blood. Strewn about Angel Grove Park like abandoned child’s toys. Not dead very long from the feel of it. Jason crouched at the foot of the body nearest to him and stared at the neck wound when he noticed markings peeking up over the collar of the man’s shirt. He reached down and lowered it a bit to see a swastika staring back up at him.

“Nazis… I take back every time I said poor bastard.” He said with an audible cringe in his voice. He looked up at his partner from the corner of his eye who was taking pictures with her Institute-issued phone to log for the attack database. They’d go straight back to Alpha in the command center so they could study them later.

“Yeah. These ones are no big loss but sooner or later an actual innocent person is gonna wind up on the wrong side of the fangs. Just remember we’re trying to do something good here.” She said, slipping the phone back into her pocket and slinging her crossbow over her shoulder.

Jason stood, shoving his hands in his pocket. He’d been hunting for most of his life now. He grew up in a family of hunters, but they were killed by a wild pack of Wendigo a few years back. That was when the Institute took him in. Trained him at the Academy. He was no longer a vigilante monster hunter, rather an official licensed one. They’d paired him with Kimberly Hart, who was a master of archery and stealth and kicked his ass far too many times to count. She was a better technical fighter than him, all skill and perfection in one lithe frame. Jason? Well he was just a brawler. The kind of guy who learned what he could by watching his daddy get into bar fights when he was a wee thing. It got the job done.

Still, it never got any easier staring at corpses. Even the gross nazi kind.

“Been tracking these murders for weeks now and I gotta say, Kimmie… I kind of feel like we should let it alone. Like… all the bodies we’ve picked up have been legit bad dudes? These white supremacist guys? That sex offender about a week ago? A couple of dirty cops? It feels almost like these guys are… kinda alright?” Jason said as he surveyed the scene. It was the work of vampires, that much was clear. But it seemed the vampires in question were targeting genuinely awful people. No real loss, and if anything these human ’victims’ were doing more harm to people than they were. Still, Kim was always the more stalwart of the two.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right. Besides, we let this slide, there’s a lot of other things we might have to consider overlooking. Job’s easier when we don’t have to think about it.” She said, picking up her equipment.

“I’m heading back to Command. You coming?” She asked, blowing a dark curl from her face. Jason gave a shrug and looked around the area.

“I think I want to do one more sweep before I go. Just see if we missed anything.”

Kimberly raised an eyebrow and offered a shrug.

“Keep your comms on. Don’t do anything stupid. So like… just most of the things you would do.” It came off biting, but the hint of a smile on her face showed she was just ribbing him. He gave a sarcastic smile and dismissed her on her way before heading into the treeline of the park himself.

He used his sword to hack at the shrubbery in his path, making his way through the wooded area as he looked around for tracks or blood splatter or anything that could lead them to their guys. So far nothing was coming up but trash, discarded condom wrappers, and crushed empty beer cans from the rowdy teens that used these woods to party on the regular.

“Uneventful as fuck.” He clicked his tongue to himself as he kicked one of the empty cans into the bush nearest to him. To his surprise the bush shook and an exasperated ’OUCH!’ rang out from it. He watched as a dark figure fell back in the clumsiest manner, rolling back into the dead leaves before looking up with wide, glowing yellow eyes and a nervous laugh. Jason pursed his lips and cocked his head to the side.

“A vampire hiding in the woods not far from the scene of a murder. Committed by vampires. Must be my lucky day.” He said with a quirk on his lip, dragging his sword in the dirt as he slowly approached him.

“I gotta tell ya, I’ve been hunting creatures for about five years now. Dusted a bunch of guys like you before. This’ll probably be short. Got any last words?” He asked, raising his sword to the dark skinned vamp’s chin. The vampire gulped and kept his hands up in the air.

“Please I got separated from my group I… I don’t mean you any harm.”

“But you killed those guys, right?” He asked bluntly, tipping the vampire’s chin with his blade. He shivered a bit and winced, but he was having a hard time coming up with a response.

“...we have to feed. We only go after people that are bad.” The vampire responded, still hoping that if he were compliant, he would live through this. Jason gulped a moment as he gazed into his eyes, and he found them to be honest and true. Yeah, Kim was right. It wasn’t right, but at the same time it was justice.

“We? How many of you are there?”

“I uh… it’s me and my brother and sister. N-not real brother and sister just… we were all made by the same person. She… isn’t really around anymore.” The vampire explained. Three young, scared, homeless vampires? Made sense.

“You know I’ve been tasked with hunting you down and killing you right?” He said, studying the boy as he cowered in fear. But honestly, in Jason’s heart he couldn’t bring himself to finish it. These vampires had morals. He… liked that. Respected it even. So he instead removed his blade from the boy’s throat and sheathed it on his back.

“I’m Jason. What’s your name?” He said, looking him over once more. Now that he was free of danger, the vampire boy adjusted his knit cap and cleared his throat.

“Billy. B-Billy Cranston. I’m… new here. Everywhere really. I… we were taken by this woman a few months ago. Said she wanted children of her own. My sister calls her La Llorona but really she goes by Empress Rita. She… turned us. Then abandoned us here. I… don’t know why I’m telling you all this. Maybe just so you don’t kill me?”

Jason’s stony expression changed to a gentle smile and he removed his hand from his pocket and extended it. Billy studied it for a moment before taking it and shaking his hand.

“I’m a hunter. Work for an organization called the Institute of Guidance. We’re like… a secret police for monsters if you will. And you have been raising quite a stink in Angel Grove. You’re sloppy. But you swear you only go after criminals?” He asked, crossing his arms as he went on.

“You ever thought about like… I dunno… robbing a blood bank or something?”

Billy shoved his hands into his blue hoodie pockets and kicked at the dirt on the ground.

“It’s not the same. It’s… It’s like eating stale bread. It can make us sick if we drink blood like that too long. I don’t know if you know what it feels like to have a vampire tummy ache but it’s… not great.” He said, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

“I mean… okay what about like… Consensual feeding? I know vampire groupies are a thing. We call ‘em blood dolls back at the Academy.”

Billy just chuckled and shook his head. “It’s hard enough to find someone that don’t run screaming when they see our glowing yellow eyes, man. Plus I’m still relatively new at all this. I don’t know all this undead slang.”

Jason shrugged a bit.

“I don’t. I mean… I guess ya want a meal you could always call me. So long as you don’t like… kill me of course.”

The idea of feeding on Jason entered his mind and honestly? It brought heat to his cheeks. Heat he wasn’t sure he was capable of being a cold dead thing, but heat nonetheless. He shuddered a bit, licking his lips as he honed his eyes on Jason’s neck, how beautiful and pink it was. It almost…

“...U-uh but then what would my siblings eat?” He asked, hands discreetly pulling his hoodie down lower to cover the tenting in his pants. Jason just gave a shrug and ran a hand through his golden locks.

“Look, tell you what. Give me a few days and don’t murder anyone else and I will see what I can do about getting you a fresh blood supply, okay? Here.” He said, pulling out his wallet and tugging out a business card with his number on it. They might be a secret society of demon hunters, but they were also professionals. Of COURSE they had business cards.

“Call me when you need something. Preferably before someone dies. I know this is new for you but you don’t have to be alone in it, okay?” He said. Their fingers brushed momentarily as the card was handed off, and Billy once more felt the heat well in his cheeks.

“I-I...y-y-yeah okay.” Billy nodded. Jason gave him a brilliant smile and shoved his hands back in his pockets once more.

“I’m glad I ran into you, Billy. Now that we know what the problem is, we can try to fix it.” He said reassuringly. Then he gave him a little salute.

“I gotta go. Stay good, Blue.” He said, nodding to the color of his hoodie before turning and disappearing for the park again. Billy smiled a bit, then gazed down at the card.

“Jason Lee Scott…” He said under his breath. He then pressed the card to his non-beating heart and watched the boy walk into the night with his incredible night vision. It was ridiculous because when he died he never thought he would feel this way again, but this vampire was getting a crush. And on the one person he definitely probably shouldn’t. Someone who killed his kind for a living.

Dammit, Billy.

#power rangers #cranscott #billy cranston #jason scott #fanfic

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seljepw · 6 years

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Over the Hills and Far Away- Episode 8

A/N: I'm so sorry I'm late with this installment, guys. It's almost twice as long as the others, and I had some issues getting the smut just right... Hopefully it will be worth the wait!!

The Road so Far: The reader- who Bobby adopted at 6 years old- is half Faerie. She was bred for the sole purpose of being the traditional Tithe to Hell- the deal that lets faeries keep their immortality. Now, her destiny has caught up with her, and she, Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Sarah (Remember her? From season one?) are trapped in a pocket dimension of Faerie land, and Hell is on it's way when the sun sets. Also, because metaphysical loopholes, Dean is bound to join Y/N in Hell, and everyone else is stuck in Faerie forevermore.

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. Be prepared for strong language, unprotected sex (you know this is pretend, right?), and lots and lots of angst. (You guys might be going to Hell, ok? There's some feelings about that...)

Then:

“Ok,” she said, looking around the shack, “we need something to use as paint. Devil’s trap on the floor, sigils on the windows. We are going dark until this shit blows over.”

“Blows over?” Sam looked at her, incredulous. “Sarah, we’re stuck in an alternate dimension, waiting for the freaking King of Hell to come and drag away our sister-in-law! It’s not gonna just blow over!”

“Maybe not,” said Bobby, “but that don’t mean we just sit here twirlin’ on our thumbs.” He had cut his own arm, and was already using his blood to draw a warding sigil on the window over the sink.

Now:

By the time the sun had risen, you were sitting at the table with Sam and Sarah. Bobby was passed out on the narrow bed, and Dean was snoring lightly from the one cushioned chair in the shack. His face looked sallow next to the tattered orange corduroy of the chair’s upholstery. He had long ago learned the soldier’s trick of sleeping when you can, where you can. Unfortunately, that skill eluded you at the moment. So, you let out a deep sigh and reviewed your fortifications once more.

Standard devil’s trap in both doorways. Warding sigils- in a combination of blood, paint, duct tape, and deep gashes in the wood- plastered across any vertical surface. Sam’s Volvo was now parked like a barricade in front of the shack, and the other two cars were playing sentry in the flower-packed field behind your tiny fortress. You each had at least two weapons on hand (the silver knife at your back had been joined by Bobby’s revolver, stashed in your boot). The rest of your small arsenal was arranged on the table, gleaming in the gathering dawn.

It was damn handy to have such a paranoid bastard for an adopted father. Even in a made-up universe, Bobby wouldn’t be Bobby without a rainy-day stash of deadlies. Along with your new boot accessory, he had produced not just the Colt, but the demon knife and a sawed-off shotgun from his trunk. The handful of knives from the earlier houses rounded out the collection. Still, it was a depressingly small armory. And you had no way of knowing what you would have to face. Would Crowley come alone, or with an army? Would he be open to negotiating, or would he just sic a pack of hellhounds on you and call it a day? The thoughts chased each other around in your mind, as they had done for the past several hours. You were getting dizzy and exhausted.

Sam and Sarah had been pouring over the little blue Faerie book, taking notes and discussing possible modes of defence for the past three hours. The first time Sam looked up was when you growled impatiently and shoved yourself out of your chair.

“Y/N. Where do you think you’re going?” he hissed at you.

Dean gasped and came fully awake at the sound. Soldier sleep only lasts as long as it can, then it’s back to consciousness all at once. His fist was closing around the machete in his lap before he had even exhaled. “Whashapenin’?” he huffed. “Crowley?”

“No. Sorry I woke you. I just can’t stand being cooped up here anymore,” you said as you paced around the tiny room. Your hands raked through your hair and your shoulders wouldn’t stay still.

Bobby sat up and gave you his ‘worried daddy’ look. It was half reservation, half resignation. He knew you never did well being cloistered for long. You needed open sky and fresh air. So, being the good dad he was, he tilted his head to the back door.

“Go on, princess. But don’t you dare leave that field, and if anything happens, you holler at the top of your lungs, and we’ll come runnin’.”

Dean moved across the tiny room, assuming that he would be joining you on your walkabout, but you placed your hand firmly on his chest.

“No, Love. I just need to be by myself for a bit. Give me a few minutes, ok?”

In the dawn light, his eyes looked like peridot. It’s funny the things you notice when you’re getting ready to die, you thought. Those gold-green eyes searched yours for a long moment. He must have found what he was looking for, because he simply cupped your face in his hands, pressed a kiss between your brows and said, “Ok, Hermione. You do what you gotta. I’ll come out to check on you in a few.”

You walked out of the back door, leaving the silence of concerned people behind you. Bobby didn’t even insist that you take a coat.

You walked a slow circuit around the edges of the field, collecting a few flowers and brushing away the curious bees. The sun was beating down, but the breeze that played across your bare arms and shoulders kept it from being unbearably hot. You let your head fall back, and lifted your face to the sunshine. It was amazing, this cage the Fae had built for you. So detailed, so intricate. And they saw it as a privilege- an immensely precious gift that they had given to a totally unworthy thing. You found it insulting. If there was one thing you had learned in your life as a hunter, it was the value of truth. This place was one huge, condescending lie.

As you reached the shack again, you smiled despite yourself. Dean was lounging on the Impala’s hood, his fingers laced across his chest and his head resting back on the windshield, watching your slow progress. Neither of you spoke as you climbed up and settled your body next to his, as you had been doing for years. You both stared up at the fake clouds drifting across the fake sky.

He had popped one of his well-worn cassettes into Baby’s stereo, and Bad Company crooned out of the open windows, wafting on the breeze.

“Life is like a carousel... you aim for heaven, and you wind up in hell… To all the world you're livin like a king... but you're just a puppet on a broken string…”

“Tell me about it,” you scoffed at the song.

Dean chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, settling your head into its accustomed place on his shoulder. You watched the fake flowers shivering in the fake sunshine and revelled for a moment in the honest solidness of his cheekbone against your hair.

“Look, babe, if anyone knows what it’s like to be the freakin’ ‘Chosen One’- especially when you don’t have any choice in the matter- it’s Sammy and me. And we’ve always managed to shake it. This is no different. I told you last night; no way in hell you’re- ya know- goin’ to Hell.”

“We,” you said dejectedly. You’d been doing your best to keep from wallowing in your feelings. But this was Dean. You let the mask slip a little. “You mean we’re going to hell. I managed to fuck up enough to damn you, too. And get the others stuck here. It’s all my fault.” A tight ball had formed in your throat, and if you let it, it would boil over into weeping.

“Hey!” Dean levered both of you up into a seated position and turned to you, lacing his fingers through your hair. He maneuvered your face close to his, so you had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. “This is NOT your fault, you hear me? I don’t wanna hear that defeatist ‘woe is me’ crap. You didn’t do this. You didn’t start this. They’re trying to make you a victim, but you are way too strong for that. Now, what do we do when some supernatural son of a bitch comes after us?”

You sighed resignedly, and blinked to keep the tears at bay. “Kick it in the ass,” you mumbled.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. What do we do when something thinks it can tear us apart?”

This one came out a little more steady. “Kick it in the ass.”

“Better, but I want it one more time. Like you mean it. Because we are not victims. What do we do to every single threat that comes at us?”

You moved, then, swinging your leg over Dean’s hips and settling firmly into his lap. You mirrored his grip on your hair with a grip on his, and around clenched teeth you snarled, “We kick it in the fucking ass!”

“That’s my girl!” Dean crowed, and caught your mouth in a blistering kiss.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and crushed your body to his. You clawed at his back like you were trying to climb him. With a firm grip on your ass, he hoisted your combined weight up off of Baby’s hood and into the wildflowers. You clung on and rode him down to the rich, black soil.

You were like animals, at first. Moaning and growling and trying to get as close as you could while still clothed. The friction of your core against his was making you dizzy. Your panties were soaked. Please please please I neeeeed... was all you could think for a long time. You writhed against each other, and you thought your pussy was going to wring itself out, you were so hot, but neither of you made a move to escalate it. It was like you were waiting for something.

Bloodthirsty kisses and teenage rutting of denim against denim slowly melted away, and a fierce tenderness replaced it. The scent of crushed plants engulfed you. The tall, waving stalks of the flowers shielded you from sight. You were in your own little world within your own little world.

You and Dean had been hunting together-and together- for a few years. Despite all the brave talk, all the unwillingness to accept defeat, the fact remained. On a case, every fight could be the last fight. And every fuck could be the last fuck. You couldn’t take these moments for granted. Now- with the threat of Hell bearing down on you both- this time together took on an even sharper clarity.

He loomed above you- broad shoulders blotting out your view of the sky, covering you in protective shadows, and you took a moment to trace the lines of his face; to swim in eyes made greener by the swaying foliage around you. Just in case.

The moment stretched. Unexpectedly, your magic shimmered up inside you, like it was taking a deep breath. Your mind seemed to float, as weightless as your bodies had been the other night- and you could see Dean’s love for you like a physical thing. A second heart beating in his chest, gold and red and luminous. You laid your hand over the spot and watched the light pulse around your fingers. The beauty of it took your breath away.

“What?” His voice was a low murmur, barely louder than the susurrus of flowers around you.

“You,” you whispered, blinking away a new incursion of tears, “you are so gorgeous and amazing and I love you so fucking much…” The light in dean’s chest flared in a brilliant surge and when his lips met yours again, it was so overwhelmingly sweet that you couldn’t hold back your sobs anymore. Salt tears mixed with the taste of Dean’s mouth, and he pressed his weight on you as though he was trying to hold your jagged pieces together. Like he was trying to feed you with the inner light that he couldn’t see.

After what seemed like the longest heartbeat on record, you released your magic, got control of your lungs again, and dropped your shaking fingers to his waistband.

“Dean,” you gasped around a throat sore with crying, “Please. I need… I need…”

He understood. Of course he did. You both wrestled each other out of your clothes as best you could; Dean helped you yank his shirt over his head, but yours was trapped under your weight, so it stayed. One leg of your jeans remained tangled around a booted foot. Dean’s pants only made it halfway down his thighs, but it was enough.

When he reached between you to slide a finger into your slick opening, you stopped him.

“I need you, Dean. You. Now.” You gripped his shaft and gently guided him through your folds.

“You got it, sweetheart,” he smiled. Just a flash of the usual roguish Dean that disappeared when his eyes rolled up, closed, and squeezed shut, as he easily slid into you. Your own eyes followed suit, and a groan climbed up the back of your throat. Dean.

The weight of him on you and in you was an anchor. A mooring line to your life- your real life. Solid and safe and true. He buried himself as deep as he could, and kept pushing, holding his pelvis hard against your core. Your every muscle was shaking with the sensation- he was so present in your body. Your inner walls fluttered around him and you were so overridden that you couldn’t open your eyes. He was everywhere. The solid wall of his flesh pressed against your clit in a maddening pressure/friction. His back muscles flexed under your grasping hands. His chest held yours trapped against the ground. Rough fingertips smoothed your hair back, soft lips trailed kisses in a line down your forehead. And that solid, delicious weight in your center… You realized you were grinding against him, whimpering his name over and over, nudging the tip of his cock into all your deepest sweet spots. He just kept pressing into you, letting you swim in the feeling.

“I got you… I got you, Y/N. Take what you need, baby, I got you… Fuuuck, I love you...” His voice rumbled in your ear and through your chest, sending a new shower of sparks through your nerves and a fresh flood to your pussy.

“Dean Dean DeanDeanDean...”

“That’s it,” he murmured against your shoulder. He was beginning to tremble with the effort of staying still. “That’s it, baby. I’m right here... Holy shit that’s good... I’m here, I got you...”

You kept rolling your hips, trying to get him deeper, shifting him around inside, flashes of pleasure building and building and building until you were close to tears again... Please please please PLEASE! Finally, mercifully, the tension snapped loose and you shook apart with a silent scream.

Dean couldn’t hold still, anymore. “Ooooooh, my god! Fuck, Y/N, I gotta-”

Your eyes snapped open to drink up the sight of him. He managed a handful of savage thrusts before he came- hard. You could feel the pulses discharging impossibly deep. Your vision sparkled a bit around the edges, your breath rushed out in a gasp, and you wrapped your arms and legs tighter around him, holding him close. You were both crying, now.

You lay tangled together- inside and outside and around each other- and wept against each other’s shoulders without a sound. You stayed that way for a long time, even after the tears were spent, just petting and kissing and nuzzling and listening to one another breathe. Because moving meant you had to get on with this nightmare you were stuck in.

It was the sound that roused you. Tinkling whispers like a thousand tiny bells ringing. Or an army of absurdly delicate wine glasses shivering together. You and Dean slowly seperated and looked around.

The red glow of the evening sun was dancing through the clearing, dazzlingly refracted through the innumerable facets of a field of crystal flowers.

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thedragin · 4 years

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Ok I’m currently watching Supernatural because why not, (season 2 episode something) and here are some little comments I’ve typed out

• Kid Sam and Dean are freaking adorable

•Daddy issues too?

•your fighting yay

•what thE fUCk

•ehw

•I’ll say it again, WHAT THE FUCK

•fuuuuc-

•oh damn

•your screwed

•Dont you dare fucking die

•I SAID DONT DIE DAMNIT

•Cearus(pet fish, k-eh-raws), what in the gods are they doing

•ha hi love interest go join the rest in the forgotten pile

•oh you don’t believe in angels Dean? Tell that to your boyfriend a few seasons ahead

•someone hug Dean please

•for the last time, WHAT THE fUcK

•oh by the way Cearus their dad died

•damnit

Update

•Dean geeking out as a P.A. Is the best

•question, how does no one see the shit Sam and Dean do?

•he’s screwed

•that’s bad

•yeah that’s how it goes bud

•I’m starting to get used to all this!

What’s coming

•finally wearing gloves? Good for you

•never mind- you got caught again

•stop it I want to be mad

•it’s the I think I’m adorable

•I like her

•I’ve now realized how okay I am with just leave and let a bunch of randos die till someone else wants to bust their ass and help

•stop it Dean

•no- ah fuck

•what he said

•ooo knife motions Im shaking

•yay he died

•listen to Dean more morherfuckers yeah held the shit that comes out is crap but still

•I hate him and like him at the same time

•that’s bad

•threats yay

•you know that’s a lot of blood

•I said STOP IT DEAN

•oh- oh- Dean you chaotic smart ass

•yeah good luck shutting him up

•don’t set the whole place ab- Dean shut your goddamn mouth- oh

•of course he fits in at prison, he’s a master at all things ileagal

•their siblings of course they’ll fight

•no no don’t tell them that there were multiple things wrong with how they were raised and im not ranting cause I love their dad

•how has no one caught the license plate

•Dont fucking linger

•I like her

•WHAT THE FUCK

•this freakin wish episode is making me trip

•I don’t like this

•oh damn this Dean fucked up

•I can feel the general bad feelings form them and I hate it

•”Andy, also freaking out” I love him

•still like Andy

•oh you have problems Lily

‘Nother update

•fuck you

•oh no how tragic

•”it’s you” what the fuck does that mean

•oh it’s a big magic hunger games

•no not Andy!

•liar liar pants on fire

•fuck you! You killed Andy

•is Sam the only competent one there?

•yay big rescue

•WHat. The. FUCK.

•DEATH TO THEE

•no no no no

•I hate feeling their feelings. Too much feeling. I want to rip my heart out of my own chest

•god watching this hurts

•damn

•oh nu

•note to self: don’t tell a demon to go to hell, infinite number of comebacks

•no not the mom and little sissy

•oh god oh fuck it’s the big sad

•dEan THATS my heart your breaking with your little talking to your dead brother now bring his bitch ass back to life

•all my family’s dead Eh

•I would probably be crying if I didn’t know this was the 2 season out of 15

•oh no it’s the cross road

•don’t start you demon motherfucker

•dEan

•oh don’t- Dean please no- no deals

•NO NO No nO

•nO NO

•I want to punch Dean

•I shall now proceed to cry in a corner now

•what it is is that you died dean sold his soul and the roadhouse burned down.

•”You almost does back there” duck you Dean he did and you sold your soul.

•let me punch someone

•punch him for me Bobby

•don’t pull that shit Dean

•why is every one all “I don’t deserve to live” “all those people had more going” like are you all that depressed? Like shit y’all are evening out with us

•is that the hunter style? Like triple layered and brown to green gray jean or whatevers

•”oh Jake it’s gotta be you” fUck you demon man

•”oh buddy boy” I don’t like that I’m starting to admire this satanic fuck

•yes shot that fucker to shreds

•that really freaking sucks

•like really sucks

•I WANT TO PUNCH THAT DEMON ASSHAT- ooo daddy to the rescue!

•yay that incompetent demon bitch is dead

•oh and dads alive as well. Cool

•wait- he has to go? Oh no

•my heart is glass and it’s shattered as a window after a car crash

•Yea he is wrong your idiotic brother sold his soul to a demon and only has oNe year to fucking live

•wEll someone just broke my heart and they go by the names and Sam and Dean Idiotic Fuckers

•since when was it five in the morning?

•go iNsIde you stupid fuck

•oh god I’m dying he did the classic walk in on sex

•I love how casual Dean is

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authoressskr · 7 years

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Riding Shotgun

Written for: @sdavid09’s TaleTeller’s ‘What If’ Challenge

Characters: Sam, Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, John (Mentioned), Mary (Mentioned), Bobby (Mentioned), Lucifer, Michael (Mentioned), Adam, Azazel (Mentioned), God Squad

Tags/Warnings: Language, Canon Divergence (It’s a ‘What If’ Challenge, ya’ll), Supernatural-type violence

Summary/Prompt: What if instead of being Lucifer’s vessel, Sam was Gabriel’s vessel?

Tagging: @sdavid09 @lyndsay88

Notes: Thoughts/Prayers are in italics. Beta’d by @thewhiterabbit42

There are several things that Gabriel knows for certain: sugar-free was no way to live if you didn’t have a medical problem, he looked fabulous in every color, and Sam Winchester – second born of John and Mary Winchester – was his true vessel. True, Gabriel enjoyed this vessel--five feet eight inches of golden haired and golden-eyed, sugar-fueled sex god and Trickster-- but he could feel the tugging thrum of Sam’s being reverberate around him, calling out to him.

Fate had dealt an odd turn. Sam should have been Lucifer’s vessel, but Azazel had chosen the youngest one, Adam, to curse with demon blood. Maybe he saw something darker in the half-Winchester. All Gabriel saw was a cosmic joke… the kid with the name of the first human created is his big brother’s human-hating vessel? Classic.

And because Azazel hadn’t chosen Sam, Mary had survived. For a few months, at least. One vampire, hidden under the stairs surrounded by his nest’s drained victims, evaded death at Mary and another hunter, Jim’s, hands. And a week after their hunt ended, he showed up on Mary’s doorstep. They made quite a racket as they tumbled together at the entryway – John stumbling towards the sounds and trying to pull the crazed man off Mary as Dean began to shout “Mommy!” from the stairs.

“GO TO SAM’S ROOM AND LOCK YOURSELF IN!” John snapped the order to his four-year-old, and he used every military advantage to pull the man from his wife. Once he heard the man’s arm snap, the assailant turned to look at John, mouth stained red and dripping with blood. But what made John stare were the razor sharp, pointed teeth. Mary held a hand to her throat, pointing towards the umbrella holder. John scrambled for it while pinning the man down, but Mary had dragged herself the few feet to it and pulled out a machete. She shoved at John’s shoulder then brought the knife down, embedding the end into their floor and decapitating the man that John was kneeling over.

“Jesus, Mary. Honey, are you all right?”

“Hospital,” she murmured, clutching to his sleeve as he rose, holding her against him. “Get the boys. I’ll start the Impala.” John nods before shrugging off his robe and wrapping it around her.

“Keep the pressure on it,” He orders sternly before taking the stairs two at a time to his sons. He knocks softly, not wanting to startle his son anymore. “Dean, buddy, let me in.”

Obediently Dean opens the door a crack before stepping back into the room to allow his father entrance. Sam’s little wheeled crib is pressed against the wall by the closet, and Dean’s tiny blue plastic chair is seated in front of it like a guard.

“Good job, Dean. We’re gonna go for a drive, okay? Go get your shoes.”

He got Sam wrapped in a thick blanket and grabbed a few diapers and wipes before helping Dean into his shoes and leading them downstairs. He kept Dean on his right so he wouldn’t see the body still lying in their doorway.

He loaded the kids in the car carefully before speeding to the hospital.

It was that night that John discovered the dangerous side of the world. It was that night, he lost his wife due to severe blood loss from her neck and arm. It was that night that changed the Winchesters forever.

One choice on Azazel’s part had completely changed everything. Because he hadn’t made a deal with Mary, since John hadn’t died, he had no access to Sam. So, he had decided to wait. They all knew there would be three boys with Winchester blood. And they’re immortal beings, so what is another ten years of waiting?

He'd seen the Winchesters before, well “seen” in his head – in Heaven before he ditched the boxing ring his brothers had made it into, seen that it all led up to John and Mary, Dean and Sam. And Kate and Adam Milligan, of course.

If Adam hadn’t been born with a slight heart defect, his mom wouldn’t have made the deal. Keep her soul and save her son, all she had to do was let him in in ten years’ time. The next morning, Adam was cleared from the NICU and went home with a healthy heart.

Decisions. Decisions. That’s what it really boiled all down to, Gabriel supposed. Dad had given the world free will.

And as usual, it had come to bite Gabriel in the ass.

First off, the professor deserved it. Ask anyone who has ever played Clue or failed a class.

The frat boy got his just desserts simply for the fact that Gabriel didn’t like bullies. And he was already on campus, so why not spread the love?

The scientist who was testing on animals – innocent animals! – got his comeuppance by sewer alligator, which Gabriel still chuckled over to this day.

It really was just a bonus that Sam and Dean had been at each other’s throats those few days. Part of him found it entertaining. Truthfully, it made most of him prickle with anger. It brought back too much of the beginning of the end for him. In the first few fights his brothers had picked, in the first barbed words. He hated himself because he knew far too well how this could snowball out of control.

At first, his screwing with the Winchesters was just because he could – a way to pass the time before the big bang. Partly because they wanted to stop his games. Mostly because they naïvely thought they could stop destiny. Could deny the roles they’d been assigned.

Which had led to this, uh, conundrum, he was currently in.

“It all comes down to you and me, Sammy,” Gabriel snarked, arms wide open in the circle of holy oil the Winchesters had him trapped in.

“It’s Sam. And no, it doesn’t. I’m not saying yes to you – I’ll never say yes to you, Gabriel.”

“Oh, Sammich, you’ll say yes. Desperation. That noble righteousness you and your brother are so big on. Maybe you just wanna experience a nice white sand beach before Armageddon.” He gets no reaction from either brother, or his own. “Personally, I say we light this candle!” Gabriel huffs a laugh, grinning at the three men in front of him. “Michael is gonna do whatever he can to get big bro to say yes. Oh, and Lucifer is going to con and manipulate his way into the little half a Winchester. There ain’t no stopping this show, boys.”

“Then why do we need you exactly? You’re just a runaway with daddy issues,” Dean snapped.

Gabriel pointed to himself. “Pot.” Then he pointed to Dean. “Kettle.”

Dean just clenched and unclenched his jaw.

“Listen here buckos, there is no stopping this. I’m sorry – I really am. But you aren’t going to find Daddy,” Gabriel spared a bored look to his little brother. “And you can’t stop this. Lucifer is gonna ride Adam’s ass either way. He’ll face Michael. And then, well then only one of them will walk away from this winner-takes-all showdown.”

“Heaven or Hell, which side you on?” Dean’s tense voice is more accusatory than questioning.

“I’m not on either side.”

“Yeah right. You’re grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer, which one is it?”

Gabriel clenches his fist briefly, too quickly for the Winchesters to catch. “You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those SOBs. Believe me.”

“Hmm. Well you’re somebody’s bitch.”

Gabriel’s lip raises in a snarl at Dean’s words.

“Shut your cake-hole. You don't know anything about my family. I loved my father, and my brothers. Loved them! But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again. I just want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my brothers kill each other, thanks to you! Heaven, Hell, I don't fucking care who wins!” He can hear the tiredness in his own voice at the last line, he feels it trickle down his entire being and drain the well-placed mask he’s worn for so long.

And it’s the Dad’s honest truth – he’s tired. Of hiding, of lying, of waiting. The Winchesters twenty some-odd years is nothing compared to the millennia he’s logged, aching for home and for his family. For something that he can never return to. For something he knows he can never return to.

“Help us then. You can help us stop this.” He looks at Sam, takes in his words, and grimaces. There’s a spark of hope in those hazel eyes and so much determination to stop this. They’ve convinced Adam not to say yes – for now. Gabriel sighs, he knows the outcome. He’s known all along.

“It’s destiny. I'm sorry. But it is.” His voice is softer now, sadder. “Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real. And it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be.” And then Gabriel watched his true vessel, Dean and baby brother Castiel walk away. “Uh... okay. Hey, guys? So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?” Dean paused at the door, leveling Gabriel with a harsh stare.

“No. We're not. Because we don't *screw* with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers, or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you bein' too afraid to stand up to your family!”

Gabriel glared at the eldest Winchester, watched as he pulled the fire extinguisher system and the flames slowly died all around him.

“Don't say I never did anything for you!”

A handful of months later he feels that tingle, the one that spreads terror into his gut. Shit.

Adam had joined Team Winchester simply to try to buy himself some time from being the Devil’s new clothes. But it was Sam’s disjointed thoughts Gabriel heard echoing in his head that concerned him.

“This is the nicest place we have EVER stayed at.”

Gabriel locked onto his location fairly quickly.

“Hit the road. Fucking biblical type storm. Pie. Nowhere. Norman Bates. Elephant.”

Fuck. Gabriel could sense the gathering, all those gods. Kali had told him they were meeting, but now he had to go to pull Sam’s ass outta the fire. Lucifer wouldn’t harm his brother’s vessel or his own – he needed them. But he didn’t need Sam. There was a chance he would just use Sam to get Dean to say yes, and he couldn’t have that either.

“Rats in a maze.”

Gabriel hated not having options. Backing an archangel into a corner was not wise.

Plus, where here the hell was Cas? Gabriel pops into Muncie, Indiana using his Grace to keep him from prying eyes.

“Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup.” All three brothers scoff before Sam heads to the freezer door. “Motel hell.”

“Help us! Get us out!”

“Hurry up!” Adam shouts, moving forward with Dean help Sam.

“I’m going as fast as I –”

“There’s somebody behind me, isn’t there?” And with that, they are all unceremoniously dragged into the Grand Ballroom.

“We are so boned,” Adam sighs before one of the men shoves him down into a seat.

“Gods?” Sam repeats as the dark haired man begins to go over the ground rules. “Oh, we are so, so screwed.”

As the gods argue, Dean looks surprised while Adam is pretty much broadcasting that this is pretty par for the fucking course. Sam’s mind is trying to recall as much lore as possible as they argue before looking to his brothers and rising slowly from their seats, the chandelier crashing suddenly to block their escape.

“Stay.” Kali orders, glaring at the brothers before looking at the gods seated around her. “The archangels – the only thing they understand is violence.”

Well, for the most part she’s not wrong. Damnit, now he was gonna have to step in.

He uses his Grace to throw open the doors of the ballroom before waltzing in.

“Can’t we all just get along?”

“Gab –” He quickly silences all three Winchesters, smirking mask set firmly in place.

“It’s always wrong place, worst time for you muttonheads.” Stepping between Sam and Dean.

“Loki.” Baldur states with calm annoyance.

“Baldur. Good seeing you, too. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail.”

“Why’re you here?” He asks, standing.

“I’m here to talk about the elephant in the room.” Ganesh starts to rise. “Not you. The Apocalypse. We can’t stop it, gang. But first things first.” Turning around to face the three men, he meets Sam’s gaze briefly. “The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later.” And snaps them back to their room.

“Gabriel! Next time I tell Dean to keep driving…! Shit. This is so screwed. So, deeply, uber, armageddon screwed. Gabriel! Get your feathered ass here now!” The thoughts which are normally articulate, nerdy, or planning are disjointed as Sam is conversing with his brothers. So much so that Gabriel is having trouble hearing this thoughts, talking the gods down and trying to overhear their actual verbal conversation now that all three of their brains are lighting up with adrenaline and keep shouting his name.

“Gank a few freaks along the way if we’re lucky.” Seating himself comfortably on the couch behind Dean – Mercury really outdid himself cushion-wise, he made a mental note to mention that to him. If they all lived long enough, that is… Noting the youngest Winchester’s seated position on the bed – is that as comfortable as this couch? – his blonde head in his hands.

“And when are you ever lucky?” Dean turns to face Gabriel while Adam simply lifts his head from his hands.

“Oh, you know what? Bite me, Gabriel.”

“Maybe later, big boy.” And he shoots a wink at Sam, who just clenches his jaw.

“I should have known –” Dean begins, gesturing towards the room.

“Maybe you guys could stop for two minutes?” Adam snaps, looking from Dean to Gabriel.

“Hey, look, it has a backbone! More Winchester in you now than wimp, huh?” Standing from the couch, he’d definitely would need to pop one of those into his hideout, Gabriel sighed at the situation. “Listen here, I’m the Costner to your Houston. I’m here to save your ass.”

“You want to pull us out of the fire?” Adam asks, bracing his hands on his knees.

“Bingo!” Gabriel smiles triumphantly before glancing at Sam once more, whose thoughts have just turned from what is going on to what is he up to and how is this supposed to help? “Those gods are either gonna dust you – which the God Squad won’t tolerate – or use you as bait.” Gabriel curls his middle and ring fingers down, gesturing to the boys. “Either way, you’re uber-boned.”

“Wow – ‘cause a couple months ago you were telling us that we need to play our roles.” Dean shifted from one foot to the other, planting himself more firmly between Gabriel and Sam. Maybe it was unconscious, maybe it was just that Dean always had to protect Sam. All Gabriel knew is it was pointless.

“Michael and Lucifer are gonna dance the Lambada. But not tonight. Not here.”

“And why do you care?” Dean’s question surprises Gabriel. He shouldn’t care. Really his only concern should be getting Sam to say yes or hiding away on a private island surrounded by women of all shapes and sizes in skimpy bathing suits. Not here. Certainly not trying to save his little broken adoptive family.

“I don’t care.” They all look unconvinced. “But, me and Kali, we, uh…had a thing. Chick was all hands.” No one was going to appreciate that pun. All hands? Come on! “What can I say? I’m sentimental.”

“Sam, you gotta listen to me. Convince Dean to leave. Lucifer WILL turn them into fingerpaint. You know I’m not lying to you, Sammich.”

“Do they have a chance? Against Satan?” Sam steps forwards, towering over his current vessel.

“Really, Sam?” Dean sneers.

“You got a better idea, Dean? I mean, it’s worth a shot, right?” Adam shifted his gaze from Dean to Sam, landing on Gabriel.

“It's a bad idea. Lucifer's gonna turn them into finger paint. So let's get going while the going's good, hmm?”

“O.K. Great, why don't you just zap us outta here then?” Dean rolls his eyes, exasperated.

“Would if I could, but Kali's got you by the short and curlies. It's a blood spell. You boys are on a leash.”

“Well that’s just great. So glad we cleared that up,” Adam groans, letting himself fall back onto the bed.

“Okay, yeah. Well, whatever. Well, we're gonna take the hors d'oeuvres in the freezer with us.”

“Forget it. It's gonna be hard enough sneaking you mooks outta here.”

“We can’t just leave them,” Adam interjects as Sam glares at Gabriel.

“They called you Loki, right? Which means they don't really know who you are?” Dean ventures and Gabriel doesn’t care for the new direction this is heading in.

“Told you. I'm in witness protection.”

“O.K., well then how about you do what we say, or we tell the, uh, legion of doom about your secret identity. They don't seem like a real pro-angel kinda crowd.”

He takes a step closer to the eldest Winchester who now realizes he has Gabriel in a corner. “I'll take your voices away.”

“We'll write it down.”

Another step closer, his golden eyes boring into the emerald ones. “I'll cut off your hands.”

“Well then, people are gonna be asking, "Why are you guys running around with no hands?"

“Fine.”

Gabriel went to seduce the blood off of Kali (which didn’t work well – ended up her collecting his blood too, Daddammit)…now Gabriel, Archangel, Messenger of the Lord, Loki and the Trickster was bound to Kali by blood. Funny, he hadn’t seen that coming. Maybe his charm was wearing off? Nah, that couldn’t be it. Kali has him march obediently back to the ballroom and not five minutes later the Winchester trio was tossed unceremoniously in as well.

“Well, surprise, surprise. The Trickster has tricked us.”

“Kali, don’t.” Gabriel warns. But he knew he’d be outed sooner or later. This just isn’t how he pictured it really.

“You're mine now. And you have something I want.” Her red painted nails press familiarly against his chest before sliding into this jacket, her hand wrapping firmly around his blade. “An Archangel's blade. From the Archangel, Gabriel.” She’s waiting for an answer from him. Like he should soap opera gasp and fan himself like a real southern lady.

“Okay, okay! So, I got wings. Like Kotex.” He pauses a half second, his gaze meeting her’s. “But that doesn't make me any less right about Lucifer.” And then Kali rammed the blade into his chest and white-gold light spilled from his eyes and mouth and Gabriel, last Archangel son of the Lord, slumped into his chair.

---

Sam felt a flicker of something as Gabriel died, but couldn’t quiet place the moment as Adam shouted “No!” beside him. Dean took a deep breath and rose, now out of angelic help to help kill Satan.

“Alright you primitive screwheads, listen up.” Dean began, wiping his hand over his mouth.

“Are you outta your mind?” Sam half-whispered, looking nervously at his big brother.

“You’re surprised?” Adam sighs out, but his body is just as tense as Sam’s.

“I'm outta options, Sammy. Now on any other given day, I'd be doing my damndest to, uh, kill you. You filthy murdering chimps.”

“Oh good, insult the things that could kill us,” Adam mutters under his breath, but Sam catches it and really, he does have a point. But it was a hell of a situation they were in.

“But, uh, hey, desperate times. So even though I'd love nothing better than to slit your throats, you dicks, I'm gonna help you. I'm going to help you ice the devil. And then we can all get back to ganking each other, like normal. You want Lucifer, well, dude's not in the Yellow Pages. But me, Sam and Adam, we can get him here.”

“How?” Kali asks, looking from Dean who tossed back a generous gulp of whiskey to Gabriel’s body then back to Dean.

“First you let those main courses go. Then we talk. We can either take on the devil together, or you lame-ass bitches can eat me. Literally.”

Sam and Adam both huffed out an annoyed breath, but rose to stand beside Dean as Kali and Baldur share a look before nodding.

“Fine.” Baldur agrees before he gives a wave of his hand to dismiss the other gods. “You’ll return here after you’ve released the entrees.”

Sam clenches his jaw at the way Baldur refers to the people, but follows behind Dean as Adam stands nervously by his chair.

Sam picks the lock a lot faster now that he knows what to do and ushers the people from the freezer to Dean who is waiting in the lobby to herd them out. Once he finishes he joins Adam in the ballroom, waiting for Dean.

---

“Come on everybody! Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Alright, alright, go, go, go! Get outta here!” Dean looks around a tad bit suspicious before he hears it again. It’s coming from the Impala.

“Psst! Dean! Don't look at me! Act natural. Get in.” Dean rolls his eyes but opens the driver’s door and slides in. He turns to address the archangel in his backseat, looking him up and down.

“Man, there is nothing natural about this at all. I thought you were dead.”

“You think I'd give Kali my real sword? That thing can kill me!”

“Then what do they have in there?” Gabriel grins at his own genius.

“A fake! Made it out of a can of diet orange Slice. So, uh, go snag our blood, would ya?”

“What?” Gabriel slides from behind Sam’s seat closer to Dean, his tone a little louder.

“I heard you in there. Kali likes you. You can get close. Lift the plasma, then we vamoose.” Dean clears his throat at Gabriel’s plan.

“No. Hand over the real blade. Better yet, why don't you sack up and help us take down Lucifer.”

“You can't be serious?” Gabriel gaffs at him.

“Deadly.” Dean’s face is that perfected mask of seriousness his father had usually worn and he couldn’t seem to shake now.

“Since when are you butt buddies with a bunch of monsters? That's all they are to you, aren't they?” His sarcasm was alive and well, glaring at the hunter.

“Alright, you know, Sam was right. It's nuts but it's the best idea I've heard, so unless you have a better one?” Dean raised his eyebrow slightly at the Norse god.

“Well, good luck with that.” Gabriel scoffs. “Me? I'm blowing Jonestown. Those lemmings wanna run off a cliff, that's their business.”

“I see right through you, you know that? The smart-ass shell, the whole “I could give a crap” thing? Believe me, it takes one to know one.”

“That so Dr. Phil?”

“Yes. And maybe those freaks in there aren't your blood but they are your family.”

“They just stabbed me in the friggin heart!” The archangel exclaimed, shifting away from Dean in the backseat.

“Maybe, but you still give a crap about 'em, don't you?”

“Dean.” It’s almost a plea rather than the admonishment Gabriel was going for.

“Now they're gonna die in there, without you.”

“I can't kill my brother.” Gabriel admits. He feels it deep down, that’s a fight he doesn’t want. His brother taught him, teased him, sided with him against Michael and Raphael. He can’t kill Lucifer.

“Can't or won't?” Dean watches Gabriel’s golden eyes flitter down. “That's what I thought.” And shoves the Impala door open and leaves Gabriel pondering his decisions.

---

“So you're going to summon Lucifer.” Kali states rather than questions, raising a delicately arched black eyebrow.

“Sort of. I just need you to squeegee some stuff from my ribs and he'll come running.” Adam answers, waving a pale hand in front of his chest. Sam smirks at his answer.

“Breaking them would be easier.” Kali replies, Adam and Sam’s eyebrows shooting up before Sam’s settled into his trademark bitchface. Dean swaggers into the room, and Sam knows it isn’t good news by the set of his mouth.

“Show's over. Sword's a fake, and Gabriel, he's still kicking. I hate to break it to you, sister, but you've been tricked.”

Baldur clenches his jaw before looking down at Kali. The lights around the ballroom begin to flicker, the fear palpable as everyone knows what this heralds.

“It’s him.” Adam swallows hard, shifting to his left to get a tad farther from the doors.

“How?” Kali snaps, annoyed.

“Does it matter? Shazzam us outta here, would ya?” Dean tells more than asks, looking from Kali to Baldur.

“We can’t.” Baldur replies before the doors swing open to reveal Lucifer Morningstar.

“Of course you can’t. You didn't say "mother, may I?" Sam, Dean, Adam, good to see you again.” Adam stares at Lucifer, his vessel is peeling and spotty, and now, covered in blood splatter thanks to the unseen carnage lying just beyond them in the hall. Baldur shifts, straightening his posture while glaring at the archangel.

“Baldur, don't.” Kali warns softly, but Baldur moves forward anyway, anger radiating from the Norseman.

“You think you own the planet? What gives you the right?” Sam wants to yell to Baldur that he is too close, but before he can even form the complete thought, Lucifer’s hand is sticking out of Baldur’s back, ripping him apart from the inside.

“No one gives us the right, we take it.” Lucifer even gives his fingers a little wiggle before shoving him down and off his hand.

Kali’s sharp features turn from concerned to enraged, flames licking from her hands up her arms. She throws her hands forward, sending the flames hurtling at Lucifer, Sam and Dean tossing Adam over the table for cover before jumping over themselves. They hear a few more loud thumps, flinching at the sounds before looking at each other.

“You okay?” Sam asks, looking from Dean to Adam.

“Not really. Better late than never, huh?” Sam is startled by Gabriel appearing to his left besides Dean. He tosses a dvd box at Sam before clasping Dean on the shoulder. “Guard this, with your life.” Gabriel rises, Angel Blade grasped tightly in his hand as his big brother is blown backwards through the Grand Ballroom’s doors.

“Lucy, I’m home.”

Be careful, winged ass monkey. Sam prayed, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat as he looked to his brothers, who rose up carefully as Gabriel eased towards Kali, sprawled on the floor.

“Not this time.” Gabriel wrapped his free arm around her waist, hauling her upright and letting the Winchesters fall in line behind him. “Guys! Get her outta here.” He pushes her towards the door and gives one last look not at Kali, but at Sam.

That’s Mr. Arch winged ass monkey, Sammikins. Gabriel snarks back, turning to face his big brother.

“Over a girl. Gabriel, really? I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn't catch anything.” Is the last thing Sam hears as they make their way down the hall, carefully avoiding as much of the slaughter as they can in their haste to get to the Impala.

“I'm not getting in that thing.” Kali’s voice is loud in the silence of the night, the only noises being made are their footfalls on the wet concrete and the squeak of the driver door as Dean pops it open.

“Just get in the car, princess.” His tone is commanding, and yeah – a bit arrogant for Kali’s tastes, but they have to put miles between them and Lucifer and they all know it. Gabriel is buying them time and it’s too precious to waste.

Sam opens the door for Kali as Adam climbs into the back seat behind Dean. Baby’s motor starts and Dean scans the lobby and surrounding area one last time. Just before Sam slips inside the car, he pauses. He can hear Gabriel inside: “Because Dad was right. They are better than us.” And then once he’s sitting in the front seat, shotgun, where he belongs – beside Dean – he hears a question, so softly he almost misses it.

Won’t you be my neighbor?

It’s so corny, yet so vulnerable and Sam knows, just knows that Gabriel isn’t going to walk away from this. His bag of tricks against Lucifer are limited and he’s just buying as much time as he can for him.

Yes. He prays back, before it feels like his whole body is a livewire – he feels like he’s moving too much, like he’s bouncing down a rough back road at high speeds and at the same time his whole body’s got a numbness to it, like full body novocain. Then Sam blinks and it’s over. What felt like at least a handful of minutes is in reality an outpouring of milliseconds. He doesn’t feel different, not really. But something is off. Then he hears Gabriel’s voice, like he’s perched, arm’s folded with his head propped on top of his wrists, on the back of the bench seat Sam’s sitting on. Sam nearly turns to, then reminds himself that the car is silent. No one has said a word.

It’s another fifty or so miles before Kali barks out an order to pull over. When Dean does, he grabs her wrist before she can disappear.

“Blood.” The four vials appear in her hand and she crushes them then flames burst from her palm, engulfing the shards and liquid. Then she simply disappears. And while they can’t take a deep breath yet, they push on until day breaks and they’re close to the state line. Dean asks for Sam’s laptop and pops the dvd in that Gabriel had wanted them so badly to keep safe.

A red screen appears, scrolling credits while cheesy “porno music” plays in background.

“Oh Jesus.” Adam mutters as the title appears. Casa Erotica 13. Dean wrinkles his forehead and looks at Sam, who just gives a small shrug. How the hell was he supposed to know what this was? Although, knowing what they knew about Gabriel, this wasn’t anything they shouldn’t have expected. He is, after all the guy who put them on a Japanese gameshow that hit Sam in the balls. Hard.

“Dear Diary, being a high powered business president is super-fun. But sooo exhausting. Sometimes, I just need to relax. I need Casa Erotica.

“Room Service!”

“Come in!”

“Gabriel wanted us to guard this with our lives?” Sam asks, raising his eyebrows as the woman sits up on the bed.

“Maybe he's a fan. It is a good one.”

“Really, Dean?” Adam sighs before looking back to the screen. And as the door open, there’s Gabriel, Messenger of the Lord, Archangel, and Trickster, wearing a fake mustache and a service waiter’s outfit, big silver tray held aloft in one hand.

“I've got the kielbasa you ordered.”

“Ooh. Polish?”

“Hungarian.” Gabriel tosses the dish onto the mantle, it clattering to the floor as he moves into the room. Adam looks at Sam, then Dean as they hear Gabriel and the woman kissing and giggling. All three Winchesters look disturbed and even Dean is rethinking the whole porn loving aspect of his life in this moment. Then the giggles turn to moan from both of them.

“What the hell's going on?” Sam tosses up a hand in exasperation, gesturing towards his laptop.

Right after he asks, Gabriel turns to the camera, removes his mustache and smiles.

“Sam, Dean, Adam. You're probably wondering what the hell is going on.” Then there’s laughter, light and just a dash of actual humor in it, rolling through his mind.

Gabe? Had he been just saying goodbye earlier in the car? Had Sam not said yes quick enough?

“Well, if you're watching this, I'm dead. Oh please! Stop sobbing, it's embarrassing for all of us.”

Dean looks at Sam and Sam knows it’s because Dean was hoping for a different outcome if Gabriel fought with them to stop Lucifer. Now they had no chance to ice the Devil.

“Without me, you've got zero shot at killing Lucifer, sorry! But can trap him. The cage you sprung Lucifer from? It's still down there. And maybe, just maybe, you can shove his ass back in. Not that it'll be easy. You gotta get the cage open, trick my bro back into it. And uh, oh yeah, avoid Michael and the God Squad. But hey, details, right?”

Adam looks excited at this prospect. He doesn’t want to be Satan’s vessel anymore than Dean wants to be Michael’s.

“And here's the big secret, Lucifer himself doesn't even know -- the key to the cage? It's out there.” They all exchange a look. “Actually it's keys, plural. Four keys, well, four rings. From the Horsemen.”

Well, fuck.

“You get 'em all, you got the cage. Can't say I'm betting on you boys. But, uh, hey! I've been wrong before.”

They all take a deep breath. At least it’s a new plan – a new way to stop the end of the world.

“And Dean, you were right. I was afraid to stand up to my brother, not any more.” Gabriel rises, puffing his chest out a tad as that shitty smirk rolls across his features. “So this is me, standing up.” Sam grimaces cause he can guess where this is going. “And this is, me, lying down.” Gabriel turns, lifting the woman with ease and tossing her onto the bed before leaping on top of her. Clothes begin to fly as they both moan in tandem and Sam slams his laptop closed.

Don’t worry, Samsquash, you saved my feathery Kotex ass.

Holy shit. Does - does Lucifer think he killed you?

Uh yeah. I am the Trickster.

So, you gonna help now?

Not like I got anywhere else to go, Sammy.

“Horsemen, huh? Well we got War’s. We nicked Famine’s. That’s two down. Collect all four?” Dean lays out, rapping his knuckles on the Impala’s hood twice. “All we need is Pestilence and Death.”

“Oh, is that all?” The sarcasm is oozing from Adam as he runs a hand over his face.

“It’s a plan.” Dean assures him as Sam plucks his laptop from the roof, and climbs into the passenger seat.

Do you know where Pestilence is?

Find a dickwad demon and then follow that trail. Sorry – Gabriel yawns – I’m a little outta juice. We’ll pick this up later, Sammich.

Angels don’t sleep.

No, but I gotta recharge the batteries. Faking one’s death, making a porno, and jumping aboard the good ship Samuel is a lot of work.

Fine.

Hey, Sam?

Yes, Gabriel?

You gonna tell your bros I’m riding shotgun?

Not right now.

I know how you boys are with secrets, might as well rip this band aid off.

Aren’t you supposed to be resting?

10-4 on that, Sammy. Lying to the bros. Gabriel out.

Sam rolled his eyes as they drove towards the nearest motel to rest and call Bobby with this new information, looking out the window. How was he supposed to tell Dean and Adam that Gabriel wasn’t dead, but was now inside Sam? Something they had all sworn not to do? Sam rested his head against the window as greenery flew by and he was happy, at least for a moment. Gabriel wasn’t the nicest angel, but he had come back and bought them time. Whether he liked it or not, Gabriel was now firmly Team Winchester and it was sort of nice, Sam thought, that they had Castiel and Gabriel to watch over them and help.

I always knew you were a softie.

Shut up, Gabriel.

Maybe Sam had thought that too soon.

#taleteller's what if challenge #what if challenge #what if Gabriel's true vessel was Sam Winchester #Supernatural #spn #authoressskr writes #gabriel #sam winchester #dean winchester #adam milligan #hammer of the gods #maybe a part 2 later

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Part 4, where things get really dumb

Hey, wanna see a team-up and rivalry that makes zero sense as I continue this riff?

Because you’re going to get one.

A/N: You guys want it? You got it. The Samus and Luigi and Dante and Nariko chapter. Enjoy.

That means this was someone’s fan suggestion, which I checked the reviews to confirm.

Richie didn’t plan all of this ahead of time that means, which is… kind of a bad decision, unless you really, really know what you’re doing. Richie of course, does not. He could have benefitted from planning all of the rivalries, and how each scenario would play out so they aren’t ridiculous and one-sided.

Luigi was exploring Haunted Mansions where he hear some footsteps behind him. Taking out his Poltergust 3000, he turns to the footsteps nervously.

Bolding the hilarious typo, I should be on the look out for these more often.

I know it’s a simple mistake and I do it to, but that’s why I ask for friends to help me in case my proofreading doesn’t catch everything.

Then Zero Suit Samus came around the corner. Luigi panicked and ducked under a piano. Samus approached him.

"Luigi! It's me, Samus!" She said banging on the piano top.

Luigi crawled out of the piano. "Oh… it's you, Samus. Why are you here?"

"I came here to find you. There been some recent activity going on. It seem that the Hands are back, being controlled by an unknown being" Samus said.

"What?! W-W-W-Why do you need my help?" Luigi asked.

"Because Mario is with Link at the moment and there been some merge with the other world too, now come along" Samus snarled as she dragged Luigi out.

"But what if the ghosts begin rampaging about?" Luigi cried.

"Then you can stop them later" Samus said. And they set off towards their destination.

Alright, now while the intro is creative, I still gotta ask, why this partnership?

Especially when the rivals they face have nothing in common. Also, Samus is a little too snippy here for my liking. I can understand not having the highest patience, but she should try to understand Luigi’s uncertainty about the situation.

Granted, I dunno much about Metroid to begin with, so eh.

"Oh wow. Some of those fighters-a are pretty scary" Luigi said scared as he and Samus walked by another.

"Courage, Luigi. It won't be far now. We're very close soon" Samus said.

"Soon? Soon it would be already too late" said a voice behind them. They turned to see Dante behind them pointing his twin pistols at Luigi.

"AAARRGGH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Luigi pleaded.

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Calm the fuck down Luigi, this is really out there for him. He would probably more likely just hide behind Samus.

Samus ran up to help him but Nariko blocked her path with her sword.

"You two should not be here. Leave now or face the power of my sword" said Nariko.

"OK. I choose… face the power of your sword" Samus said as she took out her whip-gun and clanged against Nariko's sword. Luigi ran away from Dante as Nariko joins Dante's side and Luigi joins Samus.

"Your friend here is a coward little girl" Dante smirked as he take out his rebellion sword "You two should forfeit when you have the chance."

"Don't count us out just yet. Luigi! Stop being afraid. Give them everything we got!" Samus ordered.

Luigi swallowed what most of his courage left and takes out his Poltergust 3000. "Alright, Samus. I'm ready."

Why are Nariko and Dont-- excuse me, Dante, antagonizing them? Dante is a jerk, but Nariko has no reason to. She would question them first on what they are doing there, then tell them that they should walk away from the situation at hand.

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Generic scene where Master Hand begs for help, nothing new other than repetitive wording. Yawn.

Arriving back outside the mansion, Luigi turned to Samus.

"Tell-a me, Samus. Did Mario sent you to try to teach me how to be-a brave?" Luigi asked.

"He did. About time you noticed" Samus said "He wanted you to be more courageous to teach King Boo a lesson. Also, from our journey, you helped us save the universe."

"You're-a welcome" Luigi said as he prepared to head towards the mansion. "Thanks to you, I'm more prepared for any ghost, Boos or anything-a else that the mansions throw at me."

Samus and Luigi glowed blue. "That's more like it. Mission accomplished" Samus said.

This would be a nice scene you know, if there was any build-up to it.

Mainly in the rival scene, and against Polygon Man. Also, bolded the obvious typo.

… Ironically, I think their team-up, while nonsensical, is better than Nariko and Dante’s.

Dante was once again fighting demons as usual, till he received an surprising guest.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the 'princess'. What do you want, sweetheart?" Dante said as he held his rebellion high.

"I came not to have a quarrel with you" Nariko said "I still need to find a way to master this sword. But I came to ask for your assistance."

"Oh really? Well I fight alone, thank you very much" Dante said.

"Hear me out. The huge purple head has returned and seem to be merging worlds together, and soon, ours will be next" Nariko said.

"What? That huge purple bozo?" Dante smirked. "Alright... and it seem these other worlds has demons too right? This could be fun."

"I hope you feel like talking with your sword" Nariko said as she and Dante begin their journey together "cause there are opponents whom we have not crossed before."

Someone doesn’t know how Heavenly Sword ends, I bet you…

Why would Nariko ask a douche-y demon hunter to help her master her own sword? If she said “the worlds are being threatened, and I cannot go after King Bohan until I make sure that power hungry deity is gone for good”… that would be way more in her character, for one.

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On that note, there are better options for Nariko to choose from. I don’t think she would have picked the demon hunter who she got into a pretty hostile fight with. The other opponents who were much friendlier, but just as skilled, would have been a much more reasonable choice.

And it’s obviously not because the characters were rivals in PSASBR, so they have to team up. Toro and Sackboy weren’t rivals, and later down the road, we have Heihachi and Zeus, along with Colonel Radec and Evil Cole (that chapter, I’m going to love tearing apart…)

Anyway, the rivalry scene is just copied from both Nariko and Dante’s. There’s nothing interesting, so I won’t paste it.

"If it ain't the sword wielding duo" Polygon Man said "Have you come to get beaten by me again?"

Polygon Man I think would be a bit more “high and mighty” when addressing former enemies. Here, he says “ain’t”… like he isn’t serious about this at all. Yeah, that isn’t something I could ever imagine Polygon Man using in a sentence.

Pretty clear Polygon Man is just a generic villain to Richie, thus why we had nothing interesting written about him, because he can’t do anything creative with our favorite, rejected mascot.

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"It's not the sword, it's me. I have the power to control this sword" Nariko said.

No.

Fucking.

Shit.

This was already gone over in Nariko’s own scenario. If this takes place after her story in Arcade Mode, which is before the ending of Heavenly Sword. Why do you feel the need to repeat all of this, Richie?

This whole chapter proved that outside of a silly partnership, Richie didn’t know what to do with all four of these characters. Luigi and Samus are ridiculous, and have no reason to be fighting the two All-Stars… while Nariko and Dante here are just boring.

A/N: Now I'm gonna do a Villain chapter next with Bowser and Ganondorf and Zeus and Heihachi, and then place whom you wanna see next. Yeah, I beginning swapping partners so Heihachi will be with Zeus and Big Daddy will be with another character. So stayed tuned.

You should have planned this ahead of time then! Goddammit Richie, this isn’t hard! Go back and edit the intro then! Discuss with others what you should do!

Big Daddy never shows up anyway since Richie canned the fan-fic after 9-10 chapters, so there isn’t even a real loss…

Anyway, how can we improve this? Because I certainly have a bunch of pressing issues here.

And this one isn’t short either. This chapter? I made it go through a whole fucking rewrite, just so it made a lick of sense for my own satisfaction. Something I know I shouldn’t be doing probably, but fuck it!

Revoke having Luigi there, and make it normal Samus instead of the Zero Suit one. Instead, Samus decides to drag out Roy for the adventure, with the cooperation just as bizarre, but at least slightly sensible. Roy doesn’t get why Samus wants his help, when there were several options to choose from, but accompanies her willingly, and courageously.

Revoke Dante being there, and replace him with Isaac Clarke, to present a more interesting scenario. Isaac accidentally lands in her world, and Nariko says he would be able to return to his era possibly if they defeat Polygon Man. Isaac suddenly gets a headache with a vision, and Nariko says that his “strange power” could play a hand in locating Polygon Man. Isaac doesn’t know what he should do, other than help Nariko for now.

In the rival scene for the All-Star side, Isaac Clarke keeps questioning all the stuff that happens. He has constant visions about a pair of white gloves, being controlled by Polygon Man. Before he and Nariko go any further, they’re stopped by Samus and Roy, who heard what they had to say. Questioning the two All-Stars, Isaac is about to tell them what’s going on to avoid a fight, but Nariko tells them that its “their enemy”, so Roy and Samus have no business in it, thus leading to their battle.

In the alternate rival scene for the Smash side, Samus and Roy see the two All-Stars talking to each other. Samus questions if Issac is with the Galactic Federation, which Isaac denies, saying he’s just an engineer, one that’s been through “a lot”. Roy meanwhile, shows concern over the blade that Nariko wields, noting how it appears to be a powerful, legendary weapon. Nariko informs him that she’s a on a path that she cannot take back so easily. Roy learns that she means to exchange her life for using the sword. In order to “save them” from the madness they’ve gone through, Samus and Roy hope to make Nariko and Isaac turn back from the path they’re on.

Change the endings. On the Smash side, Samus and Roy are confused about what had happened, but believe that both worlds are at least at peace now, and they hope that the ones they faced are still alive. For the All-Star side, Isaac Clarke returns to his era, and Nariko is prepared to give up her life soon, something that Isaac tries to convince her not to do. It’s too late though, as she leaves to fight Bohan’s army one last time.

Whew… yeah, this won’t be the uh, last time I have to rewrite the whole damn rivalry that Richie made. Like this one, some of them are a complete mess. Granted, I’ve never played an FE game, so I doubt I’d do Roy any justice if I had to rewrite this.

The next chapter… will be easy for me at least. I’m not gonna have to change much.

#goddammitsupersaiyancrash

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SPN 6x01: “Exile on Main St.”

The era of Sera Gamble begins.

One Year Ago: Sam and Adam/Michael fall into the cage. Dean goes to Lisa and has lived his apple pie life for a year.

“Beautiful Loser” by Bob Seger.

Dean looks miserable.

I do love this montage tho.

Dean having barbecues, exactly as he promised.

The shot gun and holy water under his bed. He hasn’t fully let go.

New title card.

Hey, El Sol!

I wonder how many new friends Dean made, and how many of them he actually liked. I don’t know, I never got the sense that Dean really liked Sid all that much, just that they were very casual friends.

“I lived on the road... Took, uh, crap jobs that nobody else wanted.”

“Like what?”

“Like...pest control.”

“Really? Pest control?”

“Yeah. You get to work with a partner. You get to help people. You have no idea what's in some people's walls. It could eat 'em alive.”

A vague, but still very true, description of his former life.

OOOHHHH I’M JUST NOW REALIZING THAT THAT’S THE DJINN AND HER “FLIRTY ARM TOUCH” WAS HER POISONING DEAN.

OF COURSE, BECAUSE RIGHT AFTER THAT DEAN THINKS HE HEARS/SEES THINGS.

Dean can just immediately snap back into hunter mode.

Dean continues to see things.

Scared by a Yorkie for the second time.

“I thought that was a possum. Remember when I said I was in pest control? Well, possums carry rabies, so...” Dean’s lying skills are rusty.

I’m telling you, Dean just IMMEDIATELY snaps back into hunter mode.

That’s...kinda true?? Like, he thinks there’s a demon, but really there’s a djinn.

Lisa is so patient with him.

He kept John’s things in a specific, separate box.

Azazel!! (Except, not really.)

“You can't outrun your past.”

Sam. (Except, not entirely.)

“Hey, Dean. I was expecting, uh... I don't know, a hug, some holy water in the face -- something.”

Dean automatically thought he was dead and in heaven.

You know what sucks ass, is that even on first viewing I knew something was wrong with Sam but I pushed those feelings down because I wanted Dean to have something good. Damn it.

Cas is mute, according to Sam.

“You finally had what you wanted, Dean.”

“I wanted my brother, alive!”

“You wanted a family. You have for a long time, maybe the whole time. I know you. You only gave it up because of the way we lived. But you had something, and you were building something.

There’s...a lot of truths here, but I only see them as half truths? Like, yes, Dean does want a family, but it ain’t really family if Sam’s not there.

“Had I shown up, Dean, you would have just run off.” Sam’s right.

And it’s rather sad how quickly Dean kinda renounces the entire year he just had.

“I hooked up with some other people.”

“You? Working with strangers?”

Sam has always been about working with others for the sake of cooperation. I’m not exactly sure why Dean thought that was strange.

Let me just go ahead and say it: the Campbells suck ass.

Gwen, Christian, and Mark. Campbell. Only ONE of these three is redeemable, and she just said the dumbest shit right off the bat.

Samuel Campbell. welcome back, you old bastard.

MOTE: djinn

“Oh, I know a few things. Stick around, I'll show you tricks your daddy never even dreamed of.” You know what tho, he’s right. He had a djinn cure and they also have a vampire cure too.

“You got to take me home right now.” “Home”, awww.

RIP Johnny Campbell. Killed by djinn. We hardly knew ye.

Awww, group hug.

The brother of your live-in boyfriend is back from the dead. What a moment to go through.

Bobby!!!

I like how Dean thinks Sam’s appearance is gonna be a surprise to Bobby; he had that look you give someone when they’re opening a gift you gave them.

Bobby also knew about Sam.

Bobby can’t even look Dean in the eye.

“Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me?”

“Yeah -- a woman and a kid and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30.”

Umm, that’s technically already happened to Dean.

I’m sorry, but can’t Lisa and Ben hear all this??

Like I said earlier, I’m so sad on Lisa’s behalf on how quickly Dean just...drops everything that he’s lived through in the past year with them. Not that he doesn’t love them, but it’s clear he would’ve dropped them almost immediately if Sam had shown up on their doorstep a year ago.

But to be withheld of such important information for a year...poor Dean.

“Look, I get it wasn't easy. But that's life! And it's as close to happiness as I've ever seen a hunter get. It ain't like I wanted to lie to you, son. But you were out, Dean.”

“Do I look out to you?”

“Me and Sam, we’re gonna head out.”

“For how long?”

Oohhh, that face Lisa just made...Lisa knew. The beginning of the end.

“You’re saying goodbye.”

“I’m saying I’m sorry...for everything. Everything.”

“You're an idiot. I mean, I know it wasn't greeting-card perfect, but we were in it together.”

Lisa is fucking awesome, y’all.

“Yeah, well, the guy that basically just saved the world shows up at your door, you expect him to have a couple of issues. And you're always so amazing with Ben. You know what I wanted, more than anything was a guy that Ben could look up to like a dad. “

Ouch. (But that was my point exactly. Lisa saw it as the best year of her life, while Dean just...saw it as one of the worst of his.)

“What’s the plan?”

“Well, right now, we stock up, get set.”

“So you’re saying there’s no plan.”

I wonder how often Dean reminded Samuel of Mary.

“Relax, Dean. We got it handled. Djinn are hard to draw out. Now, you've been out of the game for a while. Leave it to the professionals.” He helped saved the fucking world, you asshole.

I would be so fucking pissed if snarky ass people came into my house and started touching EVERYTHING.

“intranet” That’s actually rather cute.

“You know, believe it or not, I...I get it, Dean. You wanted a normal life. Your mom wanted a normal life, too. You remind me of her, actually. The attitude, for one thing.” Yep, called it earlier!

Samuel started off...fairly well. He was kinda like another Bobby, except even more crotchety.

“What I'm saying is that we're your blood. And we're out there dying, trying to get in front of whatever this is. Maybe not the best time for golf.” Well, Dean didn’t even know all this shit was going down. Hell, he barely knows y’all. And it’s not easy to just up and leave after building a life with someone for a year.

I almost want to take back what I said earlier, Mark’s alright. Christian’s the true asshole.

Backup’s gotta go.

“Whoever brought you back...”

“They don't want to be found.”

(Oohhhhh, like the certain angel who’s been avoiding you.)

“Dean, I don't want to talk about it. I'm back. I get to breathe fresh air, have a beer, hunt with my family, see you again. So why exactly would I want to think about Hell?” That’s completely fair.

RIP Sid and his wife. Killed by djinn.

Welp.

Golf clubs not so ridiculous anymore, huh?

Oohh boy. Dean’s hallucinations are god awful.

RIP djinn. Killed by Samuel.

Sketchy ass behavior from the start.

Dean decides to stay with Lisa and Ben...but more out of wanting to protect them than to genuinely want to be with them.

“You just went. You didn't hesitate. Because you care, and that's who you are. Me? I wouldn't even think to try.”

“Yes you would.”

“No, Dean.”

Our veerryy first red flag. Sam knew he needed someone with heart...and soul.

Would Sam denying the Impala be red flag #2? I’ll go ahead and say it is. Something about the reason why Sam denies taking Baby (because he has his own car set up how he likes it) rubs me the wrong way.

This...just feels all kinds of wrong.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 6x01 #exile on main st.

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