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Jody is so oddly prickly and defensive with Cas in 15x12. It's an unexpected dynamic, especially considering they just met...and kinda hilarious.
CAS: Yeah. Um, Jody, I’d… I’d like to ask you to stay as well.
JODY (snapping): What is that? Some kind of B.S. male chivalry thing?
CAS: No. No, it’s not. Jody, it’s, uh, well. You know, I was never able to make things right with Claire, what I took from her. I mean… I’m never gonna be able to make that right. But you and Claire found each other, and she has you now. If something goes wrong with this rescue, and… and Kaia isn’t saved… Claire will be devastated, but she’ll survive. She already has. But if she loses you both…
JODY (resigned): That’d kill her.
CAS: Yeah.
Keepin' it real though. She's not exactly wrong about Cas's ridiculous chivalric tendencies. (Maybe Dean or Claire has bitched about it one too many times, and Jody has a preconceived notion of Cas's tendency to be overprotective?)
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Nevertheless, this dynamic is refreshing! Too often Jody (imho) can come off written like a wizened crone for the boys--endlessly patient and full of timely wisdom. Here, she's reacting like a human being. She's assuming the worst. It's great!
Honestly, we deserved more of Jody getting defensive and snappy around Cas. Imagine it with me... Jody and Cas are on a case, and Sam and Dean are baffled at her tendency to berate him for no apparent reason.
Imagine further: Jody taking Sam's side whenever Sam gets snippy with Cas, and it's golden because, in response, Dean and Claire get irrationally offended and weird about defending Cas. (Sam deserves someone to take his side sometimes. Why not Jody?)
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I also like the idea of Jody and Alex being oddly wary of Cas on Claire's behalf.
On the one hand, Jody knows Cas as the Winchesters' trusted ally and friend and the mangel that Dean loves. On the other, he destroyed Claire's father and even possessed Claire, and that makes Jody sick to her stomach.
And yet, Claire clearly adores him and craves his attention. She gushes about his dopey emoji texts, and she still sleeps with the Grumpy Cat he got her. It's so complicated.
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Bonus points if Dean confronts Jody about her prickliness and she blurts out that part of the problem is Cas is attractive and that fact lets him get away with too much, and Dean has a little meltdown on the spot.
Bonus bonus points if while on the case, someone assumes that Cas is Jody's ex-husband and that Claire is their daughter.
I just want everyone to be so uncomfortable that their insides are shriveling up, really.
#spn 15x12#jody mills#cas & jody#wayward daughter dynamics#we were robbed#spn season 15#claire & jody#claire & cas#claire & dean#claire & alex#things i didn't realize i craved until i saw them onscreen#dean/cas
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Running from life
Dean Winchester x Winchester!Reader
Summary: Fighting is the only thing you and your father do now. You're tired of it. Gender Neutral
Warnings: Angst, Arguments, alcohol, Dean lowkey acting like J*hn, mentions of J*hn Winchester, lots of cussing, Running away, Dean being a bad father.
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It had been three days since the boys had seen you.
Three days since you angrily stormed out of the bunker.
Three days since you got in a fight with Dean.
Three days since you told him that you hate him.
Three agonizing days that Dean has had to live. He could argue that these past few days were worse than when he was in hell.
Sam had told him to wait for you to come back, that eventually you would. He proceeded to argue with his younger brother until Dean himself stormed off to drink himself silly.
He had begged Castiel to try and find you with his 'angel magic', but Cas had only told him that you were warded against him.
By the second day, Dean had already contacted Jody and asked if her or the girls had seen you. When the woman said no, he asked if he could tell people to keep an eye out. Jody obviously said,'Of course'.
By the third day, Dean was almost ready to summon Crowley and Rowena. But his worries were put on hold when you burst through the doors of the bunker, startling both men who lived there with you.
Dean had been at a war with himself for the past few days, angered, sad, scared, annoyed. Sam and Castiel had been the witnesses to his conflicting outbursts.
On one hand, he was still angry from your fight and annoyed that you would leave the bunker, the only place that you are safe at. Annoyed at how you purposefully warded yourself. Yes, the wardings keep you safe, but that also means that all possible ways oh him knowing where you are at are gone.
On the other hand, he was upset and scared. He loved you more than anything, his little baby. He once helped you do your hair and get dressed. You used to laugh with him in Bobby's kitchen, and now your relationship is just a thin string.
The sight of you brung him peace and content, but soon twisted into the one emotion he knows far too well, Anger.
"Where the hell have you been!" He seethed, his familiar gruff voice bouncing off the walls of the bunker.
"Out." You muttered to yourself, avoiding eye contact.
"Out?" Dean looked at Sam with a mocking expression. Sam's face portrayed shock. He knew exactly how this was going to end.
"Yes, out." You spoke again, getting annoyed by your fathers attitude.
"Mhm." Dean quickly let out, "And where exactly is 'out'?" Dean asked you, eyebrows raised in fake interest.
"Oh, you know.." You mused, "None of your business."
A thick silence filled the air, Sam quickly got up to try and escape the room, but Dean motioned for him to sit back down.
"Excuse me? You have been gone for three God damned days, I think it is my business." He yelled back at you, pissed beyond belief. You couldn't help but feel dread go through your body.
Is this how Sam and Dean felt around John? You know that your father is far from John Winchester, but lately you could see his father behind his eyes. Funny, how you don't remember the man but know exactly that your father is falling into his footsteps. Sometimes you look at Sam and feel jealousy, you know it's wrong, Dean was just a kid having to protect his brother against his will. Still, why wasnt he like an actual father with you?
"But you can disappear?" You asked him, genuine emotion showing in your brittle voice. Both Dean and Sam stare at you with wide eyes. From the corner of your eye, you can see Sam's face contort with sympathy. He knows this conversation all too well.
"It's my job, and you are still a child." Your father quickly defended himself. Your eyes finally looked in his own, and the anger on his face filled you with familiarity. You let out an ebrupt laugh at his words, "I know, it's our fate." You told him.
"I have fought demons and angels. I can take care of myself without you." You yelled.
"Yeah well, what if there's too many, what are you gonna do then?" He yelled back, "You'll wish you listed to me, that's what!"
You let put a frustrated groan, "Is this all were ever gonna do now!?" You ask.
Dean quieted down as he wandered what you were talking about. "Is what all were gonna do?" He questioned.
"Fight!" You stated with a loud voice, "Jesus christ Dad, this is all we do. I am so tired of it!"
"Yeah, well, if you stopped acting like your mother, then maybe we wouldn't be fighting!" He snapped at you, the same angry expression that he always had still evident on his face. He wasn't sorry. You stared at him with wide eyes, taking notice of how he wouldn't apologize for what he just blurted out.
"Fuck you, Dean Winchester." You whispered, "You are a controlling, angry, shitty excuse of a father." Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you told him that, his own expression softened from shock before turning into a look of offense.
"Dont you dar-" He started, before you darted out of the room, shoulder roughly slamming into his own.
Dean stared at nothing, thinking about what had just happened. Sam, who was still in the room, watched with his mouth hung agape. Just as he was about to speak, Dean took a deep swallow and calmly walked into the kitchen. From where Sam sat, he could hear Dean reach into the fridge and grab one of the many glass bottles of beer, a sizzling sound of air not long after.
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Sam was going to give you and Dean space. You had run off to your room and Dean was on his third beer now. However their was an un-easy feeling growing as a pit in his stomach, so he decided to go talk with you. He knows how you feel, he's been in your shoes, the running away, the anger, the father. He knows.
His knuckles lightly knocked on your door, hoping that you would open up for him
"Y/N, I just wanted to see if your okay." He stated, trying to listen for any sign of you.
"Y/N?" He asked, growing concerned at your silence. His hand went up to jiggle the door handle, only to find out it was unlocked. Sam took a deep breath as he slowly opened the door. A completely bare room was what he had stumbled into, almost like no one even used that room. You were gone.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, alerting his brother.
The older Winchester quickly ran to where his brother was yelling from, only to find Sam staring at an empty room. Dean gazed at your room, knowing that this was probably your final escape from him. Behind him, Sam was running his hands over his face, "I'll call Jody." Sam spoke.
"Don't, we won't find them."
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I do not know who this is by or the context, but this entire fic came from this.^
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Read and Right Part 2
Read and Right Part 1 HERE
Summary: Dean tries to salvage his relationship with YN after their big fight.
Words: 1000ish
Warnings: cussing
“Chop, chop, boy!” Bobby snapped at Dean.
“I can’t do this!” He threw his pencil on the table.
“Fine. Don’t get her back, then. Your choice.”
Bobby stood from the kitchen table and walked into the living room. Dean heard the screen door slam.
“I need to go for a drive.” Dean twirled his keys and left Bobby’s as quickly as he could. He drove by Jody’s but he knew not to stop. Dean saw YN’s car there and hated that she didn’t want to be around him. It had been three months, and the situation of her finding out he was her father still wrecked him. Dean wanted to walk right into Jody’s house, sit YN down, and have a conversation. Jody told him she wasn’t ready, so he needed to respect that. But he REALLY didn’t want to.
Dean day-dreamed for a moment before slamming on the brakes. He saw someone running, not watching where she was going. He honked, and she jumped, pulling out her headphones. When she looked up at him, YN’s jaw dropped. She was right in front of him. Of his car. Dean opened his mouth to say something out the window, but she sprinted toward Jody’s before he could get anything out.
DAMMIT.
“JODY!” YN cried, letting the door slam behind her. The woman rushed into the living room. YN reached for her and squeezed her tight.
After calming down enough to explain what happened, she took a deep breath.
“I’m not ready!” YN screamed.
“And you don't have to be… yet. You’ll have to face this eventually.” Jody offered a reluctant smile.
“I know…” YN huffed.
“Sam!” Dean slammed Bobby’s door. He ran down the steps.
The younger brother walked in with urgency in his eyes.
“What?”
“I just saw her!”
“Huh?”
“YN! She was running and I almost ran over her!”
“Okay? She lives with Jody, and she lives not far from us. It’s not weird you saw her somewhere.”
“Whatever.” Dean rolled his eyes and went to his room.
“FINISH THE DAMN LETTER!” Sam yelled up the stairs to his brother. “YN said once you finished it, she would talk with you.”
Dean struggled to finish learning sounds and combinations of letters. Bobby was of almost zero help, feeling for YN.
YN,
Im sory. I did’nt mean too hurt you. I tied to proteckt you.
Love, Dean.
“No.” Bobby looked over his shoulder. “You’re not even trying. I know you can do better than that.”
“You’re just up my ass because you’re mad at me!” Dean turned around and stood from the chair.
“Yeah, but I also know that you can do better,” Bobby crossed his arms, face full of disdain.
“Whatever,” Dean groaned. He swiped the paper off the table and threw it in the trash.
“One sentence is not an apology letter.” Bobby stated plainly. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Bobby took a lined piece of paper and the pencil out of Dean’s hand. The younger one huffed. “Don’t worry about the sounds and spelling right now. Think about what you want to say. Dean, what do you want to tell her?”
“I did what I had to do. YN could not grow up in the life. IT wasn’t safe. I’m not ashamed of what I did for her. Although maybe we could have told her and explained it earlier on when she was a kid.”
“You’ve messed around too much with this letter business. You and I will work together to complete it, but by the end of this, you will know how to spell every word in it and you’ll be able to read it. Got it?”
“Bobby,” Dean sighed. He rubbed his temples.
“No, here.” Bobby tossed the pencil his way. He grabbed an extra one from the counter and adjusted in his seat. “Pretend we are writing the letter to her right now. What are you going to tell her?” Dean huffed, giving in to Bobby’s request.
“Dear YNN,
If I were to go back and make the choice again, I would have made the same one. Hunting was not something you needed to be exposed to…..”
THREE WEEKS LATER
“...I wanted wha- what’s best for you. If you become a parent, you’ll un- uh.” Dean took a deep breath. “Understand. Your dad and I did it be- because it made sense, and he fell in love with you as he became friends with our family. I don’t expect you to forgive me or whatever, but I wanted you to know that I do really love you. I’m sorry that it hap- happened the way that it did. I hope you will forgive me eventually because you are every… everything to me. Love, Dean.”
He looked up at her to notice crossed arms but a smirk on her face.
“Bobby done GOOD.” YN dropped her arms to her sides. “I think I understand. I just need you to know that I’m still processing. But I do love you too, Dean. And Sammy.” She winked at her uncle as he, Jody, and Bobby looked on.
“What about me and Jody? I put up with his sorry butt for the last four months, and Jody did the same for you.” Bobby said gruffly, but YN knew it was a facade.
“Thank you all.” She grinned and looked at her hunter crew. “You did really well, Dean. I’m so proud of you. You read that entire thing!”
“I’m surprised, myself.” Dean shrugged. “Hug? Please?”
“Fine,” YN sighed, silly.
“Thank you!” He rushed into her arms, excited that he had completed his task and was able to connect with her again. Dean hugged her tightly as she felt a sense of calm rush over her.
“I can read and write. And it’s all because of you, kiddo. I hope that you want to hang around more, but I will continue to respect your space, okay?” He backed away so that he could read her face.
“Actually… about that.”
He raised a brow.
“Can I move into the bunker? I’m done hunting, and Jody deserves her house back.” YN looked over at the other female hunter.
“Really? I mean,” he cleared his throat. “As long as you keep your room clean, of course.”
“Idjit.”
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you have got to know what that sounds like jody
how long do you think it took for patience to find out that claire wasnt dead?
#you /had/ a daughter ?#you guess????#you tried to keep her safe but i didnt work?#jody please!#13x3 spn#angelrot#jody mills
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I'm not smart enough to write an essay on why I think Mary was queer in some way but never got to express it because of heaven's plans for her and John.
Anyway, I think she and Jody should've kissed after a hunt they went on together, just as a little treat.
#spn#mary winchester#jody mills#I hope Mary kissed girls before she was stuck with John#or boys I don't know#just wish she could have explored herself more#to discover who is she apart from being a hunter a daughter a wife and mother
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 (𝔭𝔱.1)
(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)
(masterlist)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (Right after Season 10 Episode 4) Sam and Dean have recently resumed hunting again after taking a short hiatus, then a phone call from Jody Mills peaks their interest and they want to make sure she’s alright. Meanwhile, you’re in the middle of adjusting to your new life, unfortunately your old life has a funny way of effecting you as a human.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: graphic implications and imagery of gore, violence, blood, mostly canon level but may not be suitable for all audiences.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is the first chapter of a sequel to Raised in Blood, an MOC!Dean x Daughter of Cain/Demon reader fic. If you have not read that fanfiction first I suggest you do to understand what is happening in this first chapter and how Dean and the reader know each other. I hope you enjoy! ❤️
Previously…
“You aren’t staying.. are you?” Dean asked softly.
“You know that I can’t…”
“Y/N, those things I said.. None of that was all me. Being a demon changed almost everything about me. Honestly I don’t even think before I turned you and I even had a chance to really learn about each other.”
“Then how much of it really was you, Dean? Tell me? Was it the sleeping around with other girls? Was it the anger you felt when I was trying to look out for you? What was it?”
“That night was real… the moments before the battle with station were real when you were telling me about what the mark would do to me, those were real. When I thanked you for staying when Sam and I were split up, that was real.”
You shook your head. “It may have been real for a moment. But like you said, you and I didn’t have the time to really learn. All of this has been nothing but a scrambled mess and there was nothing solid for us.”
“If you go out there, it will be a lot more dangerous. You’re human now and there’s a lot more than just the First Blade that can kill you now.” Dean said, and you could detect the very same thing that he argued with you about - worry.
“Dean? I’ll be okay. I’ve had several centuries if not millennia of experience in combat. Plus I have this.” You said an you held out your arm. “You know it won’t let me die.”
You saw Dean frown for a moment and you sighed before you took a hand of his.
“I have to leave, Dean. I told your brother that I would help you with your mark. I’ve not been much help before you became a demon throughout this entire journey. You’re still stuck with the mark, and the cycle will continue for you if we can’t friend a way to free you from the burden. Now that you’re free from being a demon, it’s time to finally hold up my end of the bargain and see what I can do.”
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Then he took one of your hands. Then he handed you his favorite pistol. He didn’t mind so much parting with it oddly enough. Especially when they had their own arsenal at the bunker.
“If I don’t see you again.. keep this. I know we may not have had the best time but… I do want you to have at least something good from this ordeal.”
You nodded as you started to go up the stairs where you saw Sam drinking some coffee. He deserved some downtime after a long several months of looking for Dean.
You walked over to Sam and you placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Look into the Book of the Damned.”
Now
Struggling to catch his breath while running as fast as his legs could carry him, Mikey was running as if his life depended on it. Mostly because it did depend on it .
Mikey had come across a lot of hunters in his day as a vampire but he had never seen anything this gruesome. He’d never seen someone act so ruthless, no one that refused to listen to reason. Never in his several decades of living as a vampire had he been so petrified. He was lucky he was even alive in this very moment.
He remembered the last few hours and he didn’t understand how things lead up to this. He had just gotten off work at a factory around midnight since work had started night shifts. He was hungry and it was easier for him to feed at night, naturally. But his nest had just had a big haul of animal load so he was just planning on returning home rather than being risky by going to a farm outside of town.
Besides, they had their own farm after all, he just needed to get home first. And finally, he did.
As Mikey returned to his ‘family’s’ farm, however, he caught the scent of something unfamiliar. Something human.
He thought that one human was no big deal. That the other fangs would be able to get this human taken care of especially if it was a hunter. They didn’t need any kind of trouble on their hands.
But instead, Mikey saw something that completely terrified him.
Outside of the house there were the bodies of his friends, Shane and Rory. They were headless, a sure sign that a hunter must’ve been there. But it was behind just a simple beheading. Mikey looked at the two corpses and saw several stab wounds to their chest. Mikey could smell dead man’s blood and he knew they must’ve been poisoned. Then, to the side, he saw an axe beside his two deceased friends, the blade was bloody.
Mikey thought it was a bit of overkill even for a hunter, but at least his friends seemed to have put up some kind of fight. Still, seeing Rory and Shane in this state made Mikey go queasy.
As Mikey walked further into the home he walked into a living room splattered with blood as if it had been some kind of horror scene. More of his friends, his family, were practically butchered inhumanely. Heads and bodies were severed, the furniture in disarray. But then Mikey could hear the commotion coming from upstairs.
With a gulp, Mikey made his way up the stairs and he saw a figure wearing a black hooded jacket. The figure seemed to look like a woman, so he was shocked that she seemed to be the only human in the house. He thought the nest was more than capable of handling one human, especially one that seemed so small as this person seemed to be.
But the moment that Mikey saw this human take her knife that looked liked it was dipped in dead man’s blood and the killer stabbed the leader in the beach so many times. Rather than killing the leader in one blow with a machete or an axe, this death seemed to take longer as the human stabbed his leader’s neck repeatedly until he was fully decapitated. The scene made Mikey want to vomit.
As he took a step backward, the floor creaked and that was his giveaway. He saw a pair of darkened, vicious eyes of a killer looking back at him. And that was when Mikey took off.
Mikey feared for his life and hoped he wouldn’t be found by this killer, but he was severely mistaken.
The roar of a motorcycle’s engine echoed through the forest and he heard a gunshot. The next thing he knew, Mikey fell to the floor, clutching his shoulder and he felt this intense pain, burning and he knew it was dead man’s blood. This hunter had come more than prepared.
As Mikey knelt on the ground, trying to find some sort of stick or something to dig the bullet out of his shoulder he heard the motorcycle come to a stop. Then he heard footsteps coming up behind him. When Mikey looked up, he saw the hunter standing over him, this time with a machete in her hand.
“I think I’ve had my fill for the night.”
That was the last thing Mikey heard before his head was severed off his shoulders, freeing him from this horrific nightmare.
Dean found himself in some large house, two stories, as if it belonged to some blue-collar respectable family. There were toys scattered about, trains and race cars and some of those mega blocks.
The pictures on the walls revealed that a family of four lived here. Husband and wife, and their two sons but they must’ve had a little girl on the way as one of the photos indicated some sort of baby shower. It seemed to be a sweet little family, at that only made the situation even more tragic.
As Dean desperately searched around the house to see if there were any survivors, he realized he was too late.
He peeked into the childrens’ room and saw they had been brutally murdered. Their little intestines splayed out of the boys’ bodies as they laid in a pool of their mixed blood. Then Dean ran into the master bedroom and saw that the married couple were nothing but a couple of corpses lying together on their bed. Their bodies mutilated much like the two boys.
As Dean searched the house for any sign of a monster, demon, or any other unnatural intruder. But as he looked he caught a glimpse of a masculine figure running past the hall. When Dean chased after it through, he came across a mirror and saw an image of himself with a sickening grin.
“Oh what the Hell is this?” Dean said, not having the time for these games but then a voice spoke, one that was his own and yet it wasn’t Dean speaking himself.
“Don’t you get it? You did this.” The demon said in the mirror and his eyes turned black.
“What? No i didn’t. I was on a hunt! Something else killed this family.” Dean argued and the demon version of himself smirked.
“Look down at your hands.” The vile thing insisted.
Dean hesitated before he lifted his hands from his sides so he could look down at them and sure enough, they were covered in blood. The same blood that belonged to this poor innocent family.
“No… I won’t go dark side again. I won’t let it happen.” Dean swore as he started to wipe the blood on the sleeves of his jacket, but the demon laughed almost maniacally.
“You can’t stop it. You accepted this curse, now you have to live with it. And you don’t even have anyone that can help you through it anymore.” The demon said and Dean instantly knew who he was talking about.
“How do you know she’s not in danger now? Maybe the mark will kill her if she hasn’t given into the mark’s urges yet. Maybe she’ll turn into a demon all over again because you didn’t urge her to stay.” The demon taunted.
“She will fall into the same darkness as you will. And there will be nothing either of you can do to stop it.”
Dean woke up in a cold sweat and it felt like his arm was being engulfed in flames. He had yet another nightmare, but he was no longer surprised at getting those anymore. He looked around his surroundings and realized he was in some low quality hotel room, remembering he and Sam had just completed a werewolf case.
The weird thing was the case nightmare Dean woke up from had nothing to do with this werewolf case. But the dream still felt all too real.
Ever since you left for whatever your reasons were, Dean started having nightmares about losing that control. He didn’t want to go down that demonic path again, couldn’t stomach the thought of it. He didn’t want to harm anymore people than he already did when he was a demon. The whole point of this job was to save people after all, yet Dean genuinely couldn’t remember the last time he saved someone’s life.
“You okay, Dean?” Dean heard his brother ask.
Dean lifted his head and saw Sam was already up and about. From the looks of it he had taken his shower- must’ve finished his morning run already.
“How long have you been up?” Dean asked and sat up with a groan.
“Since about five this morning. Early bird catches the worm you know.” Sam advised and Dean rolled his eyes.
“Whoever made up that bullshit can kiss my ass.”
Sam only laughed at his brother’s grumpy words but he couldn’t help but notice the was Dean put a hand over the mark. It had been six weeks since you had left and it didn’t look like it was for the better. Not on Dean’s part anyway. They had taken those several weeks and decided to take a little break from hunting up until this point.
“By the way… I got a call from Jody.” Sam said, trying to think of some way to distract Dean for a moment. He heard Dean let out a hum and took it as a sign to continue.
“She said that there was some sort of indescribable killings going on where she’s at. She doesn’t think it’s a demon, vampire, werewolf or something basic like that otherwise she would have it handled.” Sam disclosed and Dean lifted his head.
“How indescribable are we talking? It might not even be our kind of thing. What makes you think Jody needs our help with it?” Dean questioned with a hint of skepticism.
“Well… from what she said it looked like a massacre. We’re talking severed heads and from what she said the vics seemed to be vampires. But the way they were killed, she didn’t sound so sure if it was just a hunter going overboard or if it’s a creature with a vendetta and a heaping load of bloodlust.” Sam explained
“Well I guess we’d better be on our way. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve seen her.” Dean agreed as he swung his legs over the side of the hotel mattress.
Sam watched as his brother gathered his belongings and he still wondered if Dean was really okay. Was the mark still continuing to bother him more than he let on? Of course it must’ve been. It was Dean! He wasn’t exactly known for sharing his burdens, and in the moments he did share, it was after Sam practically pried them out of him.
Still, Sam had to take your words to heart when you told him to look into what’s known as The Book of the Damned. But so far he was coming up with nothing, and in truth he wasn’t even sure where he should look first. It sounded like some sort of spell book, so maybe Crowley would know something about it, or maybe if they had a stroke of luck they would come across a witch that would know something about the book.
Sam still had some concerns about Dean hunting too. He knew Dean had been itching to get back into the hunting game again and Sam was initially hesitant about letting him on this case when it came to Kate. Dean had already almost killed Kate before they discovered she wasn’t the only werewolf on the case. Sam noticed that Dean seemed almost willing to do whatever he could to kill the werewolves and ignore the grey areas. At least that was the initial before Sam managed to talk Dean down and sort of negotiate with him at least for this case.
“Hey, if this thing with Jody ends up being something bigger than we think it is… maybe we should go back to the bunker. In the end it really could be nothing. But there’s always that slim chance.” Sam spoke.
Dean opened the door but when he heard his brother speaking, he turned around, “What, and leave Jody hangin’ like that? Hell no. We find out what the Hell is going on and we get it taken care of before something happens to Jody if she gets wrapped up in something worse than just a crazy hunter.”
Sam’s lips pressed into a thin line as he followed Dean out of the door and they began their drive to meet up with their friend.
Dean started the ignition of the Impala and of course the speakers blared the classic rock he listened to all the time despite Sam’s protests. As they drove, Dean tried his best to just focus on the road but his mind started to wander off again to that nightmare.
“Dean… on the hunt, on one of those drives… I know that you don’t really want to talk much about the mark and it’s hard for you to cope with, but you said that some parts of it were embarrassing. Do you still remember everything when you were a demon? You said the whole getting along with Crowley thing was embarrassing but… but what about…”
“Y/N?” Dean asked, knowing that Sam must’ve been itching to bring you up for the longest time, even though he was dreading it.
“Yeah. Y/N… are you ashamed of her or something? Like you are about your time with Crowley?”
Dean began to remember the night in Montana. He remembered the night you were initially trying to convince him to be partnered up with Crowley. A part of him wanted to be mad at you for getting him wrapped up with Crowley in the first place. That night started off as a negotiation tactic but he still remembered how you made it to where the mark didn’t hurt as much, remembered how you soothed it. He remembered your mixed feelings about the negotiations and he remembered that he was the one that told you to relax and it lead you to a night Dean would never forget, even if it would end up being nothing but a fling for you.
Then Dean began to remember the day you betrayed him, or at least the demon he became. He remembered the urge he had to kill you because of the hurt he felt because of what you had done. But now that he was human again, he knew you were only trying to help him out, do what was best so he wouldn’t get himself even deeper into trouble. Then there was the night in the bunker when he was chasing both you and Sam. He remembered all of the awful things he said to you out of his hurt.
But the moment he saw how much pain you were in, after he finally became human again, it killed Dean to see you going through that immense amount of pain. He remembered the tears of blood streaming from your eyes in the transition as he urged you to let go of everything that happened in those several months you spent together. Dean had to admit that he hated seeing you in such a condition but once you were human, he was glad it was over for you.
Ever since Dean changed back to being a human though, he tried not to think too much about what happened. He tried not to think so much about the attachment he had to you, and he told himself that he only felt the way that he did because of the stupid mark on his arm. He told himself that the moment he and Sam found a way to get rid of it, whatever he felt for you would finally go away. But despite what he told himself, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were okay, wonder if you were safe, if her were learning how to take care of yourself now that you were human.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice broke his train of thought and he tried to remember the question.
“No, I’m not embarrassed with what happened with her.” Dean said, hoping Sam would drop this sooner rather than later.
“Do you still think about her?” Sam continued.
“I try not to. After she left, I figure it’s better to just forget about her. As much as I can anyway. She doesn’t want anything to do with us anyway, isn’t that why she left?” Dean reminded.
“I don’t know about that…” Sam muttered to himself and Dean rolled his eyes before he turned up the radio.
Several hours went by and they finally made it to South Dakota and the two brothers made it to the sheriff’s office. Naturally the two of them were dressed in their monkey suits and Dean was the first to walk through the doors. Sheriff Mills as already inside and one of the officers gave her a little nudge and the woman glanced over just to see both Sam and Dean there.
She smiled at the both of them and started walking in their direction before greeting them.
“Hey there, Boys. Good to see you the both of you.” She grinned and hugged the both of them.
“Hey Jody.” Dean smiled and she pulled away before she handed Dean the file she was holding in her hands.
“These are pictures that CSI took when they got to the scene. They’re kind of gruesome.” She warned.
“We see gruesome stuff every day. I think we can handle it.” Sam commented as Dean opened up the file. Quickly, Sam took back his words when he saw the photos.
“Holy cow-“ Dean said as he looked at all of the bodies with the severed heads, the stab wounds. It was like a blood bath. A horror scene really, even for him to look at.
“When did this happen?” Sam asked as he looked at the sheriff once again.
“A couple of nights ago. No one was left alive. But from what I’m understanding when I looked at some of the bodies, they had fangs. Obviously the coroner didn’t know to look for something like that. Either way, this kind of thing is malicious and I didn’t know who to call other than the two of you. Is there any way a monster did this? I’d hate to think a hunter did this to such an extreme.”
“I’m not too sure of any hunters that would go to such an extreme, Jody. Dean and I will look into the case and see if they had some kind of enemies. Did any of these people have enemies? I mean other than hunters of course.” Sam said and Jodi shrugged.
“They seemed to be fairly normal. I didn’t even think they were vampires. They were pretty civil, kept a low profile. I know they never murdered anyone, must’ve used animal blood to live off of since we hadn’t heard of any murders until now. They were on a farm after all so it’s not like they were stealing animals from another person’s farm. They seemed self sufficient and didn’t cause problems for the community. That’s why I was shocked when I found out that the whole farm was nothing but a vampire nest. I haven’t made any connections to see who would have been their enemies.” Jody sighed.
Dean continued to look at the pictures. He had never heard of a hunter going ballistic like this, well maybe other than himself. But then he thought about the dreams he had. What if you had something to do with this? What if the mark as affecting you and you fell sooner than you thought you would. Maybe you couldn’t handle the side effects as a human.
Dean’s jaw tightened as he closed the file and looked at Sam and Jody as they talked, “What about outside of town? Have there been any suspicious newcomers that you can think of? Any businesses outside of town that your victim’s may have had any sort of trouble with?”
“I’m still trying to look into it. No newcomers to my knowledge, but as for any businesses like competing farms, I’m not so sure. But not all the family members worked on the farm. Some of them had other careers and we’re looking into other branches or businesses that may have been rubbed the wrong way by one of the family members.”
“Let Sammy and I handle that part of it. I’m sure you’ve already got enough on your plate as it is, being sheriff and all.” Dean insisted.
“Well, before the two of you go head first into it, why don’t you both come to my place? Have some grub? I’m sure it’s been a long drive.” Jody suggested and Dean smiled a little.
“Sure, we’d appreciate that a lot.” He said and Sam agreed.
Jody told her officers that she was going home and if they needed anything from her, she would be on call. With that, Sam and Dean left with Jodi and they followed her back to her home.
Once the three of them pulled up and got out of their cars, they made it to the front door and Jody unlocked the front door and let the two hunters into the house first before she walked in as well and shut the door behind her. There, Alex was lounging on the couch once the three of them walked in.
“Jody, you’re back.” Alex beamed but then she saw both Sam and Dean with her, it was as if her eyes lit up.
Alex got up and she walked over to Jody, “You should have at least given some kind of heads up. I would have made dinner if I knew we were having guests.”
“Don’t worry about it, Alex. Why don’t we just order a pizza or something? Won’t have to worry about dishes or anything.” Jody suggested with a chuckle and Alex just grinned and nodded before she went to the kitchen to make a phone call for the pizza.
“Hey, Jody? Is it alright if I get our normal clothes so Sam and I can change out of these Fed suits?” Dean asked and Jody smiled.
“Have at it.” Jody insisted and Dean walked out of the door. Then the woman turned to Sam.
“So… how is he doing? Last I heard he had some mark you told me about?” Jody asked after Dean shut the door to get the flannels.
Sam looked up at Jody and he sighed and nodded a little before he began to speak. “The whole Mark if Cain thing is just this big can of worms we spilt all over the place. So much has happened with him and the damned thing and now I wish he never accepted the mark.”
“Is he still in bad shape?” She asked. Sam shrugged a little.
“Right now it’s kind of hard to tell… Seriously, a lot of unthinkable has happened. Dean and I were helping our friend Castiel look for Metatron but Cas and I were worried about how the mark was affecting Dean. The whole reason he got the damned thing was to kill Metatron but it was starting to get to him. He was quickly becoming more violent and so Cas and I were looking into a person that could help. And we did.”
“Oh yeah? Well who was that?” Jody asked.
“Well, her name is Y/N. She uh… She also has the mark because she is the direct descendant of Cain, his daughter in fact.” Sam explained and Jody’s eyes went wide.
“Cain? As in Cain and Abel? And he has a daughter?”
“Yeah… what’s even better was that the last demon Dean killed, Abaddon? That was her mother. But surprisingly she’s the most unusual demon Dean and I have ever met.”
“Seems a little sketchy to me.”
“I don’t blame you for thinking that… but anyways, She was trying to help maintain Dean’s urges in killing, but after a fight with Metatron, Dean… well he died and came back to life as a demon because of the mark.He disappeared with Crowley and Y/N for several months, I think Y/N was mostly there for supervision then things went wrong and Crowley betrayed Dean, he and Y/N had a falling out, so they contacted me and with Castiel’s help we found a cure for Dean and we turned him back into a human.” Sam said.
Jody’s eyes went wide, trying to think of a way to possibly take everything in, “Wow… and what about Y/N?”
“Y/N.. welll shockingly she wanted to be there at the bunker to support Dean and get him back to being human. And once that happened… she asked me to turn her into a human with the same cure. It worked and now she’s human and… well she left.”
“A demon. A demon asked you to make her human? That is weird. Even for the two of you. How do you know she’s trustworthy?”
“Trust me, Jody… If you met her, you may even like her. Even if she was a demon once.” Sam vouched for you.
“And Dean? How is he holding up after being changed into a human again?” She asked and Sam bit his lip a little.
“Honestly I don’t know. He’s on edge but he refuses to talk that much about it. He is a little antsy, when he kills a monster, it’s close to overkill. I think we should have asked Y/N to stay because when she was around, she was sort of like a harness, some sort of way for Dean to direct his urges on the right things at least.”
Jody lifted a brow and crossed one leg over the other as she listened, “Sounds like the two of them had some sort of weird chemistry. How’s Dean holding up with her leaving?”
“He prefers not to talk about it. She’s human now and he’s all about the whole not wanting to get her into more trouble I guess. He’s just in a weird spot I guess. I think he just doesn’t want to go down that dark of a road again.” Sam admitted.
“Yeah… guess I can understand that.” She agreed but then she heard the door open up and Dean walked through.
Dean shut the door behind him and tossed Sam his clothes before Jody directed Dean to the bathroom to go change. Then Jody turned to Sam once more.
“Whatever he’s going through, I think you may need to consider finding her again. A guy like Dean doesn’t deserve to go down that road all over again.”
St. Paul, Minnesota.
You could feel the wind in your hair was your rollerblades carried you through town. You had taken a break from the tattoo career and decided you didn’t want to go back home to Cincinnati. Instead, you were traveling and learning new things. Sure you could have rented or even bought a different mode of transportation and you knew at one point you needed to insider it, but you wanted to explore on foot for a while, see how other people in your condition coped. Be a little nomadic for a while.
For the most part, traveling had been a good enough distraction from what you were deep down. After all, just because you were human now didn’t mean it got rid of all the skeletons in your closet. You still had a cross to bear and you were still trying to find a way to cope with certain urges.
So far you had ridden a train for the first time, which was how you got from Sam and Dean’s bunker to South Dakota, then you decided to hike to Minnesota, which was why you were here. People were interesting to say the least, you were learning a lot about humans. Some were kind, some were not so kind, others were outrageously hateful, and the ones few and far between were like saints.
You continued to skate around but then you could hear some distinct shouting. “Hey, look out!
The next thing you knew you crashed onto the ground but rather than feeling the hard concrete of the sidewalk beneath you, you felt something hard beneath cloth. When you opened your eyes and looked down, you realized you crashed into a man.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed and you got off him and tried to get up without rolling over his fingers or toes.
“Oh no, it’s fine. Accidents happen all the time.” The stranger said as he got up and dusted himself off and he looked at you. You were shorter than him even with the skates and he looked down at you.
“Are you alright? You aren’t hurt are you?” You asked, feeling so flushed, embarrassed. Feelings that were new to you but they were happening more often and you found it happened when you weren’t so cautious.
“Trust me, I’m alright.” The man chuckled and smiled at you. His eyes were a deep brown like his hair, he had some stubble but it suited him well. He was cute, you had to admit.
“Again, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” You questioned, honestly feeling so terrible but you were thankful that the man seemed pretty forgiving for the most part.
“Well, I suppose you could… accompany me to dinner tonight? I was on my way to find somewhere to go before I was crashed into.” He smirked, putting his hands into the pockets of his jeans and you were stunned he was asking you to dinner, but you supposed it was the least you could do. Plus, you were starting to get hungry. Sometimes it was challenging maintaining a human body when it hungered.
“Well if we’re going out to dinner, don’t you think we should at least know each other’s names?” You questioned and he let out a little chuckle.
“Gotcha. Well, my name’s Ricky. And what might your name be?”
“Y/N.” You replied with a grin and he smiled back at you. It was a charming little grin so you couldn’t complain.
“Y/N… beautiful name. So, do you have some normal shoes to wear if we’re going out to dinner?” Ricky asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got some in my backpack. I just need someplace to sit so I can put them on.” You insisted and Ricky nodded and he walked with you to a bench close by his car. You sat down and started taking off the roller blades. You took your tennis shoes from your backpack and put them on your feet and when you put your roller blades away, you stood up and Ricky started walking with you to the car.
Ricky was a gentleman, at least that was your first impression, and he opened up the car door for you. You thanked him and got inside the car. Then when Ricky started the car, he started driving off.
“So, how long have you been rollerblading?” Ricky asked as he hopped onto the road.
“Not long. Maybe a few weeks. Trying to pick up new hobbies. I’m not really that good, barely know how to use the breaks on these things.” You laughed and Ricky just grinned.
“Hey, it’s good to try something new. And you’ll get better with practice.” He said and you shrugged a little.
“I may pawn these off. Maybe I can get a few bucks off these before I head out of town.”
“Out of town?” Ricky asked, your statement peaking his interest and you nodded a little.
“Yeah… I’m a bit of a traveler.”
“Oh yeah? Where all have you gone?” Ricky continued.
“I’ve just come from South Dakota, hiked from there to here. I’m from Cincinnati but after a falling out with a certain group of people I’m… trying to find myself. So I figure traveling around may be the way to go at least for the time being.” You admitted and Ricky lifted a brow.
“You thought traveling around like some kind of vagabond would be a good idea? You must be awfully brave.” He said, “You know some people think that’s really dangerous. People get killed like that.”
“Trust me, I’m more than capable of handling myself.” You insisted, although you were now hating just what you were capable of. Something about the human conscience.
“I see… well, just be careful. You never know what kind of people are out there.” Ricky advised.
“Thanks for the advice.” You said and Ricky grinned.
“So.. what are you in the mood for? My treat.” He insisted and you glanced over at him.
“But… I’m the one that ran into you, shouldn’t it be my treat?” You said with confusion.
“No, you’re paying me back by being my company, remember?” He reminded you and you smiled.
“Well… I’m not that sure of where to go. I don’t really know of many good places here so your guess is as good as mine.”
“Well, why don’t we try Mexican?” He suggested and you nodded.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” You agreed and not long after the decision was made, the two of you found a spot and Ricky parked his car in one of the parking spots. He opened the door for you once more and you thanked him before stepping out of the vehicle.
You and Ricky walked inside and the hostess lead you both to a booth where the two of you sat and continued a conversation. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him, for a stranger.
“So, Ricky. What’s a guy like you doing asking strange rollerblading girls out to dinner?” You asked with a little grin and Ricky hummed a little.
“Actually, I’m sort of on a road trip myself with some friends of mine. We’re on our way to New York. I have a friend who’s a Broadway fanatic and he invited me and some other friends to come along. We’re coming from Montana and we stopped here to take a bit of a break from driving.” Ricky explained and you lifted a brow.
“Broadway, huh? What are guys planning on watching?” You asked.
“I think it’s called Little Shop of Horrors? Something about some man eating plant. I don’t think it will be my kind of thing since I’m not really a theatre kind of guy but hey, gives me something to do. It’s New York after all. Not every day you get to go.” He said and you nodded.
“Sounds like a fun adventure. I hope you and your friends have a great time.” You insisted.
“Yeah, me too. We’re headed out tomorrow morning.” He insisted and you hummed a little, but then one of the waiters came by to take your order. When the both of you placed your orders the waiter left yet again.
“So what sort of falling out did you have, if you don’t mind me asking? I mean you couldn’t have just woken up one day and decided to leave everything behind.” You heard Ricky say and you looked down at your drink, stirring the straw around.
“It’s… kind of a long story.” You admitted.
“I’ve got all night, and we may never see each other again so any secrets you’ve got are practically safe with me.” He pointed out and you supposed he was right about that.
“Well… when I lived in Cincinnati I was a tattoo artist. Had my own business and I was doing fine for about four years. Then these couple of guys came to my door and practically changed my life. They were brothers and they needed my help with something for their job. After I did what I could I kind of stuck around and one of them, named Dean, well he got into some serious trouble. He needed some help and I had experience in what he was struggling with and I was trying to make sure he wasn’t digging a grave for himself if he insisted on staying on the path he was on.” You said.
“Path? Was it like a drug problem or something?” He asked.
“Something like that. An addiction of sorts I guess. Anyway, it was killing him in a way but when he finally decided he didn’t want my help, I turned him over to his brother, Sam. After that, Dean was able to get better and things got squared away on his end. Then I decided to leave. For my sake I think it was better if I just left.” You sighed.
“What makes you say that? Was Dean an asshole or something? Did you have some kind of fling or something other complication?” He asked and you let out a bitter chuckle.
“You must be good at guessing… Yeah, we had a fling. It only happened one time, but a few nights before I left completely there was this argument we had and that’s what caused the falling out. He didn’t want my help anymore, so that was when I turned him over to Sam. It was better off that way.” You sighed and Ricky let out a hum.
“You sound like you don’t completely believe that.”
“I do,” You insisted, “but there are times when I wonder if I should have gone back to Ohio. Then again they knew where my shop was and I didn’t exactly want Sam or Dean to find me.”
“Ahh… that.. sort of makes a little sense? I guess?” He said unconvincingly, but that was when Ricky’s phone started ringing.
“Excuse me, I have to take this call.” He said and you nodded in understanding as he excused himself.
Several moments passed by after he excused himself to go outside and you started to grow worried. Had Ricky really ditched you? He seemed like a really nice guy so you hoped that wasn’t the case. But you supposed you could never know with certain strangers. Suddenly, out of nowhere came a bloodcurdling cry.
Someone ran inside and when you looked over, a woman was running through the front door of the restaurant.
“Someone call an ambulance! A man was attacked outside!” She exclaimed.
You stood up and ran out of the door, knowing you weren’t the only one that went to the door to see what happened. However, you were one of the first ones there and you saw Ricky there in a pool of his own blood, his chest ripped open and his intestines were on the ground. You head a few gagging noises and more screams of people that were’t used to seeing such a sight, but you. Scanned the area for anyone suspicious.
Then, you caught a glimpse of someone dressed in black running away. You took it upon yourself to run after the person and they saw you running, chasing them. The culprit started running faster and faster and you picked up your own speed just to follow them down some sort of alley.. When you did, they were cornered.
This person you could tell wasn’t anyone good. You knew they had something to do with Ricky’s death. Something deep inside you was beginning to cloud your mind, as much as you were trying to keep it at bay. The mark on your arm began to burn, giving you that thirst for bloodlust you had been doing so well at maintaining.
You slowly stepped forward, pulling out a knife from your jacket, “Now why would you go and ruin a perfectly good date. He was just a guy on the phone.”
“A wolf’s gotta eat you know. And I’m more than happy to claim seconds.” The creature said as its eyes changed color, fingernails turning to claws, teeth becoming fangs.
When the beast lunged forward, you got cut on your cheek. Of come it stung like Hell but no wasn’t the time to be fascinated by the fact you didn’t heal automatically. You felt that darkness overtake you and you started fighting back despite the werewolf’s inhuman strength and you used the blade, stabbing it in the heart.
It cried out and it fell to the side and you moved to where you were straddling it. You lifted the knife over your head and started stabbing the creature repeatedly in the chest, wanting to make sure it was gone for good.
What made you stop was the voices coming closer, asking if they heard some kind of commotion. You looked down at the blood on your hands, knowing this wouldn’t be good. You collected your composure before you ran off into the night, knowing that this would be an area you couldn’t visit again.
As you were running into the night, the smallest part of you wondered if you made a mistake by leaving Sam and Dean. You wondered if this adjustment would be too much to handle. After all, this was your first kill in weeks, what if things got worse and you found yourself turning into a murderer again? You wondered if you should risk the call.
As you ran through the woods, you found a cabin. You hoped it was abandoned and you rushed towards it. You peeked inside the windows and realized it didn’t look like anyone had been there in a long time. So you went to the back door to see if it was locked and luckily for you, it wasn’t. So you went inside and hoped you could lie low here at least for the night.
You collapsed on the couch and lied there, then you started to think of the feelings you had when you killed the werewolf.
These new feelings you were having were making you feel sick to your stomach at the fact that a part of you, the deepest and darkest part of you enjoyed the kill.
But it wasn’t human. The thing you killed was evil! It would have killed other unsuspecting humans just to eat their hearts. You did what a hunter would do and there was nothing wrong with that! At least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. Just because it was a monster didn’t mean it needed the overkill.
You wondered if that sickening enjoyment was hereditary. You hoped that it wasn’t.
You lifted an arm and rolled up your sleeve to reveal the mark. You hated what it was putting you through, hated the price that came with the mark. You weren’t sure if Sam found any leads on the Book of the Damned but you hoped he would find some clues soon for Dean’s sake. He deserved to be free from this curse.
You, however… you deserved the burden after all you’ve done in your centuries of existence. You deserved the endless Hell.
It wasn’t something you could escape from like you tried to do with the little date with poor Ricky… there would always be monsters out there.
And you were one of them.
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Round 3, Match 30: Roronoa Zoro vs. Jody Mills
Submitted kids:
Roronoa Zoro: O-Toko, O-Tama, Rika, Michael & Hoichael & the rest of the orphanage
Jody Mills: Claire Novak, Alex Jones, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner
Propaganda under the cut!
Roronoa Zoro:
“if there is a child in the arc (of any real importance) you can bet that Zoro will bond with them (okay, usually her cause most of them are girls). Hes not the most obvious of the Strawhats for this to happen with, but there are too many instances to ignore.”
Jody Mills:
“They were literally going to make an spin off about her and her "wayward" daughters”
#roronoa zoro#jody mills#one piece#one piece anime#spn#one piece zoro#supernatural#ronoroa zoro#wayward sisters#serial adopters bracket#round 3#tumblr polls#tumblr tournament
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Don't forget Alex Mills (Jody's daughter) when talking about your canon weed smokers. Stoner girls rep.
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'It’s been a long time since Doctor Who got to be outright goofy. Previous showrunner Chris Chibnall’s era was often an overly serious one, despite Jodie Whittaker’s 13th Doctor’s reputation for being a cheery iteration of the time-traveling alien. But with the return of Russell T. Davies as showrunner and writer, and with the (temporary) return of David Tennant in the title role, Doctor Who is back to being a silly, goofy old time. And that’s never been more clear than in the campy, bordering on ridiculous, anniversary special “The Star Beast.”
The first of three 60th anniversary specials airing this year, “The Star Beast” is Doctor Who in full franchise mode, with writer Davies and director Rachel Talalay (returning to Who after helming the best episodes of the Steven Moffat-Peter Capaldi era, and in perfect lockstep with Davies’ particular brand of camp), scrambling to turn the show back into the bona fide blockbuster event it once was. And they mostly succeed! Reams of fan service and transparent franchise-building can be forgiven because of how wildly fun the whole thing is — even if clunky resolutions and cheesy narrative choices mean the episode doesn’t quite hold together.
Fresh off his mysterious degeneration in “The Power of the Doctor,” the 14th Doctor lands his TARDIS in 21st-century London, where holiday celebrations are starting to be underway. He immediately runs into Donna Noble (Catherine Tate), the same mouthy and brash former companion whose memories he was forced to erase to save her life. That mind-wipe was a fragile procedure dependent on Donna not remembering the Doctor, which becomes a problem since the Doctor looks like David Tennant again. Something seems to be bringing them back together — but what?
“The Star Beast,” a jam-packed hour of television that drops us into the action and rarely stops to take a break, doesn’t give us much time to ponder this mystery. The Doctor’s shock at encountering Donna is interrupted by a crashing spaceship, which sets off a series of events putting them both on on a collision course with a cute, furry alien named Beep the Meep (voiced by the inimitable Miriam Margolyes) and an army of alien warriors chasing it across the universe.
It’s all so immediately campy it’s almost jarring after so many years of Chibnall’s plodding pacing, but that camp is — even if his interpretation of the 14th Doctor is basically just a redux of his 10th Doctor performance. Tate gets to stretch some of her dramatic muscles once again, particularly in scenes with her daughter, Rose (Yasmin Finney, warm and immediately likable in her Doctor Who debut), whose transgender storyline provides one of the episode’s more elegant narratives.
It could frustrate longtime Doctor Who viewers to learn that “The Star Beast” doesn’t bring anything new to the table. The special is almost entirely fan service, down to Donna’s quips, the Doctor’s catchphrases, and the many winks and nudges to Doctor Who history. But this is an anniversary special, after all, and it’s designed to look back, not go forward — even if its gaze backward falls disappointingly short.
But the special’s greatest shortcoming, but also its sneakiest strength, is that it is very much made with fans of the Tennant-Davies era of Doctor Who in mind. Apart from the plot, which is ripped almost verbatim from the 1980 Doctor Who comic strip by Pat Mills and Dave Gibbons (credited in the special as story writers), “The Star Beast” feels frustratingly limited in its celebration of Whovian history because it’s so focused on the “Tennant is back!” of it all. But this also feels like a calculated choice by Davies, who made clear his intention to turn Doctor Who back into the global mega-franchise it once was. Tennant’s Doctor was the closest the show had to a superhero, so if Doctor Who is going to reach Marvel levels of blockbuster spectacle, it needs to double down on the most dashing aspects of its hero.
The obvious franchise aspirations of “The Star Beast” might grate at those who have been feeling Marvel fatigue for a while. But its quippy humor, campy high jinks, and many ridiculous scenes of the Doctor saving the day with a flash of his sonic screwdriver all bring the show back to the baseline of what made the Tennant/Davies era of Doctor Who so successful: It’s in on the joke. Davies was, and still is, intensely aware of the inherent ridiculousness of a show where a time-traveling alien did battle with tin robots and calls attention to it in the most ludicrous ways possible.
Is there such a thing as too goofy? Doctor Who often does find that oversaturation point and some of its best episodes deftly walk that line between silly and serious. But “The Star Beast” doesn’t walk the line as much as it dances a merry jig over it. And in its silliest moments, it never forgets that this is a show about an alien with two hearts and twice as much capacity for compassion. Yes, it sometimes goes overboard, but 60 years in, the show has probably earned it. It’s TV as cotton candy — it’s never quite filling or satisfying, but darn, does it taste good.'
#Doctor Who#60th Anniversary#The Star Beast#Miriam Margolyes#Beep the Meep#David Tennant#Catherine Tate#Russell T. Davies#Donna Noble#Rachel Talalay#Pat Mills#Dave Gibbons#Yasmin Finney#Rose Noble
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To The Victor
Chapter One - Meeting
Summary: Although Omegas had won the legal battle for equal rights, society was slow to catch up. Thought to be the weakest of the genders, they struggled to find opportunities that Alphas and Betas took for granted.
Known as the Guillotine, Emmaline Beaumont was woman with a secret. Head of her family’s company; she was smart, shrewd, and tough as nails. At sixteen she presented as Omega and she’s hidden it ever since. Suppressants and hormone reassignment therapy allowed her to live her life as the Alpha her family needed her to be. The perfect solution, so long as she never allowed herself to be claimed.
As the President of Winchester Inc. Dean’s professional life was golden. As an unmated Alpha nearing forty, he was restless. Charming and devastatingly handsome, Dean was rarely without female company, but he wanted more. He wanted what his parents had. Someone made especially for him. His match, his true mate. Finding her on a trip to New York had been an unexpected dream come true, but no one ever said the road to love was easy.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC
Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills
Warnings: ABO dynamics, Heat/Rut cycles, Smut (Unprotected sex, knotting, oral sex, claiming bites), hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals and medical talk, fluff and angst, age difference (Dean is 39, OFC is 27), True mates, self hate (OFC struggles with gender)
Chapter One: Meeting
Word Count: 4465
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It was autumn in New York City, one of those rare golden days where the sunlight reflected off the trees in a way that made the whole city glow. The leaves had turned colors but not yet dropped. The air was crisp and clear, making it perfect for strolling through the arts fair in downtown Manhattan. It was days like this that reminded locals why they put up with sky-high rent and never-ending winters.
Emma rarely had the time to treat herself to a leisurely afternoon in the city, but with her baby sister’s birthday coming up she needed to find something special. Jess was a bit of a bohemian, and something from a local artist would suit her eclectic tastes perfectly. She wove her way through the white tents, happily slurping her huge, iced coffee. Her earbuds canceled out the ambient noise from the city and her Jackie O styled sunglasses shielded nearly half of her face.
In her track suit and sneakers, no one would mistake her for the high-powered executive she was during her 80-hour work weeks. She was just twenty-three when she took control of her family’s company and quickly built a reputation as a shrewd businesswoman. By her twenty-seventh birthday she had improved profits enough to put them on the Fortune 500 list, making her one of the youngest female CEO’s to ever mark such an achievement.
Anyone observing her petite frame strolling down the street would likely have mistaken her for a college student. None of them would ever guess her best kept secret. Emmaline Beaumont, well-known, confident, ambitious woman in charge of everything was not the cutthroat Alpha she presented to the world. Emma was an Omega.
Omega. The very word was weak in Emma’s mind. Soft, compliant, obedient, submissive, and meek. Poor, little Omegas, incapable of looking after themselves; they couldn’t even tie their own shoes let alone hold positions of power. Not without an Alpha to guide them. The logical part of her knew there was no shame in being an Omega, but that didn’t stop the weight of disappointment she felt from her parents when she presented at sixteen.
The law had changed to grant the long-subjugated Omegas equal rights, but society was slow to catch up. Many Alphas still viewed Omegas as their property. George and Analise Beaumont wanted better for their daughter. They wanted her to have choices, to give her the opportunity to decide her own fate. There weren’t many doctors willing to engage in the legal grey area of hormone suppression and reassignment, but the Beaumonts found one. Doctor Lancaster was well compensated for his discretion. He kept Emma on closely monitored hormone therapy that caused her heat cycles to stop and altered her scent to fool even the most virile Alpha.
So long as she kept her mating encounters to Betas only and followed the doctor’s strict instructions, Emma could live her life as an Alpha. Large and in charge. Head of her family’s company, smart and strong enough to defend it against any threat. No one would be the wiser. The family secret kept only by her sister and Doctor Lancaster now that her parents were gone.
There was, of course, one exception that could overcome the medical science and the years of careful planning. True mates. Mostly considered folklore and fairy tales, few people believed in them these days. She had never seen a real-life example of it personally, but she liked to hope. It would never be in the cards for her, but why should others be denied a chance at that kind of happiness?
Emma stopped in front of a display of blown glass globes. A kaleidoscope of colors and sizes. Witches Balls: hang in your window to ward off evil spirits and bad fortune. A smile curved her lips, her little sister was into all kinds of magical stuff. Jess had carried a deck of tarot cards in her purse and stuffed crystals down her bra since she was a teenager. She lived her life with her head in the clouds, dreaming romantic notions and looking for signs from the universe. If Stevie Nicks had a doppelganger that was nearly six foot tall and in her early twenties, that would be Jessica Beaumont. She would probably be reading palms in San Francisco if Emma hadn’t put her to work in the marketing department of Beaumont Enterprises. The Beaumont sisters were as different as night and day, both in looks and in disposition. But that didn’t stop them from being best friends.
She was contemplating the selection when she was hit by the most intense, indescribable feeling. It was as if all the oxygen left the atmosphere, making it impossible to breathe. Every nerve in her body was vibrating with awareness, like a plucked guitar string. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. The air was electric, super charged. She looked around and was frankly shocked no one else seemed to notice it. It wasn’t until the cramp ripped through her stomach that she recognized it. It had been over a decade since she’d experienced it. She was in heat!
Oh God, this is all wrong! This is bad, very, very bad! Catastrophic! Fuck!
Emma was frantically fumbling through her purse to call her sister when another cramp tore through her. The force of it knocked her sideways, causing her sunglasses to clatter to the ground. She grabbed the display table to steady herself. Vaguely, she could hear people asking if she was alright, if she needed help. Emma couldn’t reply. Her body was no longer her own as the dormant Omega within stirred to life. Rational thought was lost to her, replaced by instinct. Her eyes desperately combed the crowd, searching for someone she didn’t know she had been missing. The scent hit first, the most perfect combination of sharp pine and leather held inside a cedar chest. Earthy, calming, and reminiscent of a home she’d never been to before. It soothed and aroused her at the same time.
When he suddenly appeared, it was as if time stopped. His very presence eclipsed everything. No one else existed, just him. The Alpha, her Alpha. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Her heart sped up as he strode towards her, power and purpose in every step. The crowd of on-lookers parted, wisely giving him wide berth. Interfering with an Alpha seeking out a potential mate was dangerous under the best circumstances.
Lord, he’s tall. She realized when he came to stand before her. Maybe it was the hormones talking, but he was far and away the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Square jaw covered in a neatly trimmed beard and sculpted cheekbones dusted with faint freckles. But oh, his eyes. The most intense shade of clear green, framed by faint laugh lines. Delightful crinkles etched by smiling. He wasn’t smiling now, he looked like he wanted to devour her in the street. He closed his eyes briefly and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.
When he opened his eyes again, they had darkened, his pupils blown with lust. His intoxicating scent swirled around her and when he spoke her entire body flushed hot with fever. “Omega.”
Dean hated New York City. It was overcrowded and overrated in his opinion. He much preferred the down to Earth, blue collar vibe of Chicago. There was just something about the Midwest that spoke to him. It wasn’t pretentious or pompous. It was real and it was home. Whenever he had to spend time in the Big Apple, he made sure to book a room with a decent view and access to Central Park. It was the only place in the whole damned city he felt he could breathe. It had been a hellishly long week of meetings and negotiations, but his perseverance and skill won out. Deals were struck, contracts signed, and he now was booked for the last flight into O’Hare. It left him just enough time to get in a decent run and a shower before he headed to the airport.
Not that he had to hurry home for anyone in particular. He had his family, of course. His father John retired a few years back when a heart attack sent him packing to a quiet house in the country. Dean had spent his life being groomed to take over Winchester Incorporated. Now, running the family business with his little brother Sam, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. The Winchester name was famous and feared in the world of high finance. Yet for all of his professional success, Dean knew there was a part of his life that was unfulfilled. He had yet to take a mate, which was almost unheard of for an Alpha just one year shy of the big four oh. Alphas needed to claim a mate to avoid going feral. It was a very real possibility and Dean could feel the change already, his ruts were growing more intense and more frequent with each passing year.
But he was willing to risk it for a while longer, just to find her. His Omega, his true mate. The one woman meant especially for him. He knew it was a long shot, but he was a man to play the odds if it meant getting what he wanted. Dean had seen real love up close; his parents had been true mates. They had been perfect for each other and deeply in love, even after twenty years of marriage. It wasn’t long after his mother lost her battle with breast cancer that his father’s health declined. There was a part of Dean that wondered if losing his mate had brought it on.
So there is was. Dean Winchester; virile Alpha, ruthless businessman who dismantled companies and ruined rivals was in fact, a hopeless romantic.
He was three miles in and halfway through Led Zeppelin IV when he caught a scent that stopped him dead in his tracks. Light and sweet with a hint of tart, green apple. It wasn’t strong, but it was distinct. One of the reasons he found New York so stifling was the close quarters, it made for a strange mix of aromas, none of them complimentary or pleasant. Dean inhaled deeply and the Alpha inside growled in response. He spun on his heel and jogged off towards the source of that tantalizing smell. He wove his way through throngs of people, taking no notice of them, he was a man on a mission. The closer he got, the more desperate he became. He had to find her, claim her, his Omega. The scent was taunting him, it never got stronger but more complex. He could make out warm vanilla and flowers he couldn’t remember the name of, although he was certain his mother had them growing in the back garden when he was a child. It was the scent of home, his home. His Omega.
Dean would comb the entire city of New York on foot if he had to, he was nothing if not determined. A hunter to the last, never giving up until he found his prey. As fate would have it, he only had to travel five blocks. She stood completely still as people moved around her, staring at him with huge, wide eyes. Her long, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her mouth full and unpainted. He had always wondered who she would be, what she would look like, what she would feel like. Whatever image he had conjured up in mind over the years paled in comparison to the woman before him. To say she was beautiful didn’t come close to doing her justice. It was so much more than that and somehow simpler, she was perfect. She was his perfect mate, made for him as he was for her. The very thought of it settled him and sent his heart racing at the same time.
He didn’t remember those last few steps to reach her, suddenly she was there, right in front of him. He closed his eyes and inhaled, filling his lungs with the best scent in the world.
“Omega.”
“Alpha,” she breathed in response, then whimpered as another strong cramp took hold.
Oblivious to the crowd of strangers watching the intimate moment, Dean swept her up into his arms and took off at a steady clip towards his hotel. The Alpha was completely in charge now. He took no notice of the startled gasps or speculative glances of the people he passed as he carried her through the city streets. All he cared about was that he had his Omega, and she was in heat. Taking care of her was his only concern and nothing was going to stand in his way.
Emma wrapped her arms around the Alpha’s neck and held tight. She was grateful he was carrying her because the pain in her belly would have knocked her to her knees by now. It was white hot and twisted like an invisible knife. Although she only had one other heat cycle to compare this to, she was certain it hadn’t been this bad. Lord, she was hot! Like she was standing on the surface of the sun. Sweat soaked through her clothes and plastered them to her body. The only thing that gave any relief was the scent of her Alpha, she nuzzled into his neck as close as she could. It enveloped her in a delightful haze, clouding her mind.
“Hang on tight, Omega. I’m going to take care of you,” he rumbled deeply in her ear. “I’m going to take care of everything.”
His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine and caused slick at the juncture of her thighs. She squirmed slightly and boldly pressed her lips to his neck, nipping at the pulse hammering there. God, he tastes as good as he smells!
“Alpha,” she whispered, her voice pleading.
Dean tightened his grasp and quickened his pace. His mind barely registering that he had reached his hotel. He wasn’t due for a rut, but with his mate now in his arms, he was close enough. He paid no mind to the clerk at the front desk, heading straight for the elevator. When the stainless-steel doors opened revealing a wide-eyed Beta male in a tweed suit, Dean snarled in warning. No Alpha tolerates another male getting close to their Omega in heat, even if they pose no real threat. The Beta wisely held up his hands in surrender and quickly vacated the area.
Once Dean had them safely sealed inside the lift, he crushed his mouth to hers, sending fresh waves of desire through them both. Harsh and hurried, demanding and aggressive. What the kiss lacked in subtly, it more than made up for in passion. When he swept his hot tongue inside her mouth, she groaned in appreciation and need. He still could only catch the faint wisp of her delicate scent but smell of slick arousal was growing thicker by the second.
By the grace of God, he got them to his room without further interference. The door slammed shut and automatically locked behind them. Emma shifted in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissed every inch of his skin she had access to. She felt drugged, high on the endorphins flooding her system. All thought and logic had gone, leaving pure instinct behind. She had never felt this way before, so consumed by the need to mate. Although she had only been with Betas, something told her that this response wasn’t just because he was an Alpha, it was because he was her Alpha. To her true mate, she was beginning to see what all the fuss was about. The pull was as strong as gravity and just as impossible to deny.
Dean carried her through to the bedroom and lowered her to the mattress. He hovered above her, taking a moment to gaze into the eyes of the woman he had search his whole life for. Blue eyes, dark as midnight and flecked with gold. Desire was there, of course. But there was a glint of challenge he hadn’t expected. Omegas were meant to submit to their Alphas. It was a dynamic as old as time and one he knew well. There was something wild in this Omega, something that begged to be tamed and Dean was up to the task. Oh, she was going to be fun!
He grinned, his white teeth gleaming as he made his way down her body. He refused to free her of her clothes, even though he was eager to see the Omega in all her glory, he waited. She was a gift he was determined to take his time enjoying it. Instead, he ran his hands over her slowly, inch by inch. Feeling her curves and concaves through the layers of cotton. He paused as his hands spanned her ribcage just under her breasts. When his thumb caressed her nipples through the fabric, she arched her back and moaned.
“Alpha, please.”
Ignoring her pleas, he tweaked the hardened peaks slightly before moving on. Narrow waist flared out into generous hips. Body like a backroad, he thought approvingly. His fingers traced her thighs, the back of her knees, down to delicate ankle bones. Her breath became more labored as he teased her, purposely ignored the one part of her anatomy that she most wanted attending to.
Emma was growing impatient and restless. The Omega was urgently mewing inside, searching for relief from the heat that was consuming her. He wanted her; she could feel it when the bulge in his pants brushed against her. What the hell is he waiting for?! Desperate to prompt him into giving her what she wanted, she bucked her hips. Hoping to tempt him with her slick.
In a flash, Dean was on top of her. His hands clamped her wrists down on either side of her head with bruising strength, his body pinned her to the mattress. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. “Now, now. None of that, little Omega,” he murmured into her ear. She groaned in response; her eyes fluttering shut.
Desperate for any sort of friction against her fevered body, Emma drew a deep breath, causing her ribs to expand. Her breasts strained inside her bra, pressing against the firm chest above her. She knew how to use her attributes to entice a mate and when the hungry growl sounded in the back of his throat, she knew she’d succeeded. She turned her mouth towards his but didn’t kiss him. Instead, she pouted prettily and breathed, “Alpha… need you.”
Dean didn’t miss the smirk that played around her lips, this was hardly a submission. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little minx! Fire sparked when her gaze met his, “You’re mine. Only mine.”
She wasn’t prepared for him to move so quickly and so smoothly. Suddenly, her hoodie was gone as well as the cotton camisole underneath. Even her bra was whisked away, leaving her exposed. She relished the cool air on her fevered skin only for a moment before the Alpha replaced it with his hot mouth. He was everywhere, testing and tasting every inch of vulnerable flesh. He traced a fiery path of open-mouthed kissed between her breasts all the way to her stomach. The scruff of his beard scraped in a way that was so pleasant and distracting that when he changed tactics and latched on to one her hardened nipples, she gasped in shock.
It was exquisite, leisurely torture that seemed to go on forever. Her Alpha was certainly not a man to be hurried. His attentions never wavered, no matter how she tried to tempt him and that only served to frustrate her. Stubborn man! He simply refused to go where she wanted him to. The slick was pooling now, no doubt soaking through everything as the burning in her belly grew. She was needy, frantic for his touch.
Suddenly, he brought his hand to cup her firmly through her pants. She arched against his palm, and it was his turn to smirk. He was definitely the one in control now. “There’s my good girl, so wet for me already.”
The rest of her clothes were torn away, leaving her naked and exposed while he was still fully clothed. The message was loud and clear. He was strong, powerful, and irrefutable. It was in Emma’s nature to resist anyone trying to control her. She played the part of Alpha every day. She knew what was expected of her in that role. Hell, she enjoyed it.
To now be the one expected to submit, was foreign and a bit scary. It was possible that after all this time, she didn’t know how to be an Omega. Maybe she had denied her true nature for too long, maybe she would be a disappointment.
However, there was one element that she had failed to consider. The Alpha would take care of her, that was his primary role. No one had ever done that for her before and the Omega inside craved it desperately.
She trembled slightly as Dean’s large, calloused hands roamed over her body. When his eyes searched hers, he saw a flicker of vulnerability. At last, the inner battle between her will and her desire was resolved, and she submitted.
“So beautiful, so perfect,” he praised as he slipped a thick finger inside her throbbing core, probing gently while his thumb rubbed circles around that tight bundle of nerves. He crooked his finger and her velvet walls tightened around him, coating his hand in fresh slick.
“I’m going to make you feel good, ‘Mega,” he kept his pace, adding a second finger while he nuzzled her throat. His tongue lapped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder where her scent gland was hidden just beneath the skin. He could feel her getting close as she fluttered around his fingers.
Every brush of his fingers lit fires. Every touch of his lips was like a brand on her skin. Emma writhed under his attentions, delicious tension building low in her belly. She was teetering on the edge, desperate for the release he was driving her towards. “Alpha…oh God…”
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she obeyed. The orgasm came hard and fast. Her body flooded with pleasure and any remaining pain was washed away. The intensity of it had her eyes rolling back in her head. She was still coming down from the euphoric cloud when she noticed he was now naked as well. Tanned skin stretched taut over well-defined muscles. Lord, he was big. Every part of him was big. Her gaze traveled over broad shoulders, powerful arms, wide chest, lean hips. The sheer size of his erection had her whimpering, greedy with need.
Dean was soon on top of her again, this time his hard length brushed against her folds while his breath was hot in her ear, “I’m going to knot you, ‘Mega mine. Knot you, claim you.” His teeth grazed her throat again, mixing danger and desire. “Is that what you want?”
Unable to find her voice, Emma raked her hands through his short hair and bucked up against him.
Not satisfied, he raised his head to look deeply into her eyes. His arms and legs creating a cage around her body. There would be no going back after this, he had to be sure for both their sakes. “Say it,” his command was gruff. “You have to say it, Omega.”
Perhaps it was the Omega within her responding to a direct command from an Alpha. In a surprising moment of clarity, she looked into the deep, green eyes of the man who had appeared out of the blue. The man whose voice had her shaking with need and whose touch brought her to oblivion. Logic, reason, common sense all seemed so insignificant, overshadowed by instinct. Everything was remarkably clear. “I want you. Claim me, I’m yours. Only yours.”
“My Omega. Mine,” he smiled softly and brushed his lips over hers so tenderly that when he stood up, she nearly cried out at the loss of contact.
“Present, Omega.”
Emma obeyed again, flipping over onto her knees and elbows, she arched her back and thrust her rear up towards him. She hissed as the cool air hit her hyper-sensitive core. His hands were on her again, caressing the curve of her ass, following the line of her hip. He lined himself up and filled her with one powerful thrust. She cried out then, it was sweet agony.
Dean stilled his movements, giving her a moment to adjust and giving himself a moment to breathe. Christ, she’s tight!
When she shifted her hips, he took that as his cue and began to pump. Slow at first, savoring each sensation, each gasp and moan of pleasure that came from them both as he filled her time and time again. Soon his control gave way all together and, in its place, he gained momentum. His knot swelled with each thrust and began to catch.
Dean sucked and licked furiously at the base of her neck, preparing the spot that would bear his mark. “You take my knot so good, ‘Mega… we’re almost there, almost there…”
Emma’s hand fisted the sheets as he picked up the pace, each time he buried himself to the hilt she cried out for more. Her experiences with Betas did little to prepare her for an Alpha. Dean was reaching places no one else had come close to. With each pass, she felt herself tighten around him. “Need it… Alpha… need your knot… need you…”
When Dean felt himself reach the peak he was striving towards, he sunk his teeth deep into her tender skin. His knot popped and locked them together as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Waves of blissful pleasure washed over him, and he lazily pumped a few more strokes to fully empty his seed into his Omega.
Emma nearly blacked out from the mix of sensations that rushed through her body when he claimed her. Pleasure so sharp it was painful. Her mind was a complete haze, barely registering the Alpha cradling her close as he eased them onto their sides. He ran his tongue over the fresh claim over and over again, the wet, warmth of it soothing the bite. Were she capable of coherent thought, she would have tried to fight sleep so not to miss a moment of this event that would change everything. As it was, exhaustion quickly pulled her under and she fell asleep feeling cherished and completely protected.
#alpha!dean winchester#alpha!dean x omega!reader#dean x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#dean x y/n#dean x you#dean winchester#jensen ackles#jensen x reader#jensen x y/n#a/b/o#a/b/o smut#supernatural#spn fic#To The Victor#dean x ofc#Jensen x Ofc
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Jody Mills, Jody Mills...I still can't find her brilliant line about how if she had the chance to see her son and husband again, "she'd do anything...and it scares her."
But it's such a GOOD line. If you run across it, send it to me so I can stash it.
I do think this tragic longing of Jody's is something Wayward Daughters could have fleshed out. So many characters in SPN serve as moral signposts, insisting bring back people from the dead is wrong, twisted, etc. Not Jody.
Jody knows her human nature so intimately, it's a lovely facet of her character.
She knows that she's alone, that a church congregation brings her comfort in lieu of having her own family. She pings that dark Kaia was motivated to kill Claire by the messy business of childish loneliness, of clinging to her twin.
Anyway, I think I've come around to Jody. Jody knows her own weaknesses, that longing for her family makes her strong, makes her empathetic. It's not "twisted up," or "wrong." Just human weakness.
And the thing is! Even though Jody has this wisdom under her belt, she knows it might not protect her in a moment of duress! I love that!
#jody mills#waywards#wayward daughters#i have decided jody is a lovely foil to lisa braeden in some ways#i wouldn’t bring my sister back from the dead vs i’d do anything to see them again#it’s the diff between imagining loss and knowing it
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Ha.
The MILF poll reminded me that Regina and Jody Mills share a last name, and so in my c. Summer 2012 massive OUAT/SPN never-written crossover, Jody was Cora’s long-lost exiled other daughter. (Basically what happened with Zelena later, since Zee thankfully did not exist yet.)
The basis of the crossover was that Baelfire in the Land Without Magic grew up to be JOHN WINCHESTER. (This is how I can date it to mid-2012; neither Neal nor Henry Winchester had been introduced.)
By the time Rumple could go looking for his son, John had been dead for years—but he found Sam and Dean, or rather they found him while investigating the case of a disappearing town in Maine. No one was happy about this (except step-grandmother Belle).
And of course Dean was Henry (Mills)’s mystery father, and Emma didn’t know he’d left her for monster-hunting reasons.
Sam and Ruby fell for each other, what with his documented werewolf weakness.
I can’t remember how I fit Cas in (was I heading for an OT3? A Swan Queen/Destiel group marriage?).
#I was a genius in those days#I’m telling you a GENIUS#swanchester was a pretty popular niche thing back then#it made it onto tv tropes#ouat#spn#op#oncenatural
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The small things in life
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Jody Mills, Claire Novak
Event: Sicktember 2023
Prompt: Alternate 2- Fuzzy Socks
Word count: 770
Jody looked up from her book when she heard the front door open. Claire closed the door behind her and leaned on the frame with a sigh of appreciation. The young hunter looked disheveled with twigs in her hair and wet clothes, but Jody didn’t see any blood or new bruises on her face. As Claire's surrogate mother, she had learned to take solace in the small things.
“Hi there, kiddo.”
The young woman let her duffle bag slide to the floor and sighed again but with an exaggerated eye roll this time.
"You know I'm not a kid, right? I’m a legal adult. I old enough to drink alcohol and all that."
Jody heard the humor in the tone, but it was partly masked by the unusual gruffness of Claire's voice. Her maternal instincts, never far from the surface, kicked in. The girl was tired, which might have lowered the pitch of her voice, but there was more to it than that. A glance at the state of her daughter's boots, as she was discarding them on the welcome mat, indicated the source of the problem.
“Sounds like you’re old enough to smoke 3 packs a day, too. But my bet is you’ve spent too many stake-out nights in the damp undergrowth with boots that have holes in the soles.”
Claire rolled her eyes again, but couldn't protest too much since her socked feet made squelching noises as she took a few steps, leaving wet footprints on the floor.
After a hug that they both needed even if it made Claire feel awkward, the sheriff shooed her upstairs to take a hot shower.
Later, Jody knocked on the door of the guest room which used to be the girl’s bedroom, and peeked inside. Claire was hugging her knees on the twin bed, dressed in her old sweatpants and a warm sweater she had found in the closet. The toes of her bare feet were curled up as if to offer less surface to the surrounding coolness.
“Didn’t you find any warm socks lying around?”
When Claire shook her head, bringing the bedspread on her lower half, Jody frowned and started to look in drawers and in the back of the closet. After a minute, she triumphantly produced a pair of hot pink fuzzy socks.
The younger woman crinkled her nose at the sight of them.
"Jody, I told you earlier I wasn't a kid anymore. I stopped wearing pink when I turned 12."
"The joke's on you, Missy: these socks are Donna's. So there are no children in this story. Seriously, I'm overdue for laundry and these are the warmest clean socks in the house. And don't you know that cold feet in bed make demons happy?"
At Claire's startled look, Jody amended: "Well... Maybe I'm misquoting Ingmar Bergman. But if you want me to stop calling you a kid, grow up! And wear those damn socks. A sick hunter isn’t doing the world any good.”
Claire narrowed her eyes but reluctantly extended her hand to take the socks. Her work done for the moment, the sheriff left her to go tend to ‘Mount Wash-more’ that was waiting for her in the laundry room.
*******
When Claire’s phone rang from the bottom of her duffle bag, Jody brought it up to her right away. The screen showed a missed call from Dean; it might be important since a Winchester rarely called just to chitchat.
The door of the guest room was open. Jody’s heart warmed at the sight of Claire, on top of the bedspread, smiling at her fuzzy pink feet. She looked so young! She was so young, legally an adult or not. But just now, in her room listening to music and admiring her pink socks, she looked like a teenager happy to paint her nails with sparkly nail polish.
Of course, the older woman didn’t remark on any of this when she handed the phone. She didn’t want to alter Claire’s mood by pointing it out. But when she called Dean back, she was still admiring her fuzzy socks and wiggling her toes. Sure, she rolled her eyes when he called her kiddo, but she didn’t say anything about it and a faint smile was lingering on her lips even if her hoarse voice proved her condition was just marginally better than before.
Jody closed the door with a smile of her own brightening her features. Even if the world was probably about to end - again - at least her kid could enjoy her fuzzy socks. There was really joy and solace in the small things in life.
#sicktember#sicktember 2023#spn fanfic#fanfiction#gen fic#spn gen fic#fluff#jody mills#claire novak#ficlet
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Title: Wild Springs
Author: @MiracleofWinchester
Artist: @solstheim
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum, Mary Winchester/Ellen Harvelle, Jody Mills & Alex Jones, Jody Mills & the Winchester-Harvelles, other background pairings mentioned
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Found Family, new beginings, self-discovery, The Roadhouse, wayward sisters
Posting Date: August 22
Summary: After moving away from their life at Sioux Falls, Jody and her daughter, Alex, make their way to Lawrence, where they find a different kind of family than they ever thought they could ever become, they find friends and a community that would last for a lifetime.
READ THE FIC HERE | SEE THE ART HERE
#supernatural#femslash#jody mills/donna hanscum#mary winchester/ellen harvelle#Wayward Sisters#supernatural femslash bang
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its never a surprise when spn places women into mother/daughter/sister categories without a second thought but i fully cannot accept the jody mills mother agenda when it came to sam and dean
#i cant even stomach it actually#every time she gets a little nurturing towards the winchesters i have to close out of the tab
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Grab a pumpkin spice latte and your coziest sweater, because Great American Family is bringing all the fall goodness to a TV near you!
PEOPLE can exclusively reveal that the family-oriented network's second annual "Great American Autumn" event is back as of Sept. 2 with seven new original movie premieres debuting through mid-October.
The beloved stars in this year's roster including 90210 alums Trevor Donovan and Jessica Lowndes. The two costars — who briefly played love interests on The CW hit — will be reuniting for A Harvest Homecoming later this month.
Jodie Sweetin, Danica McKellar, Camilla Belle and Dancing with the Stars pro Gleb Savchenko are also among the stars joining in on the fall fun.
See the full schedule — along with the network's descriptions — below.
Saturday, Sept. 2: Learning to Love, starring Ina Barrón and Philip Boyd — Harry (Boyd) and his two daughters lose faith after his wife and daughters' mom dies. The family then hires a nanny and is pleasantly surprised by Steph (Barrón), who brings never-ending warmth, positivity and faith into the home.
Saturday, Sept. 9: Love Can Surprise You, starring Camilla Belle and David Lafontaine — Carina (Belle) writes a popular love and romance relationship column and is known as an expert in her field. When her boyfriend breaks up with her on the night she thought he'd propose, Carina begins questioning if she actually knows anything about love. Enter new writing partner Liam Snyder (Lafontaine), who ends up helping Carina rewrite her love story.
Saturday, Sept. 16: Craft Me A Romance, starring Jodie Sweetin and Brent Bailey — Nicole Borden (Sweetin), the owner of a quaint arts and crafts store called The Crafty Companion, is faced with an ultimatum when the owner of Mitchell’s Art and Craft Supplies (Bailey) tells her she must either sell her store or be forced out of business.
Saturday, Sept. 23: Haven't Met Yet, starring Merritt Patterson and Joshua Sasse — Lucy Marks (Patterson) is a professional matchmaker. When Lucy meets a handsome businessman (Sasse), she feels the spark of love for the first time, only to have her hopes dashed when she learns the man is her next client.
Saturday, Sept. 30: A Harvest Homecoming, starring Jessica Lowndes and Trevor Donovan — teacher Drew Granger (Donovan) accepts a temporary substitute job in his old hometown of Chestnut Hollow, Texas, where he meets Aiden, the proverbial new kid at school, desperate for a caring friend. While he would rather have taken a job anywhere else, Drew reconsiders Chestnut Hollow when he meets Lainie Abbott (Lowndes), the new manager of his parents' massive apple orchard and cider mill business, and more importantly, Aiden's mom.
Saturday, Oct. 7: Swing Into Romance, starring Danica McKellar, David Hayden-Jones and Gleb Savchenko — When former dancer Christine Sims (McKellar) temporarily returns to her hometown in time for the town's fall festival, she discovers her family's general store is in trouble. In her efforts to save the business, Christine will need to dust off those dancing shoes one more time, face her ex-fiancė and maybe find love in the process (Hayden-Jones).
Saturday, Oct. 14: Mystery By the Book, starring Alicia Dea Josipovic and Corey Sevier — A bookstore owner (Sevier) is in a difficult relationship with a book cover model (Josipovic) until an antique key found in a false book unlocks their romance.
#great american family#danica mckellar#merritt patterson#david haydn jones#jessica lowndes#trevor donovan#learning to love#love can surprise you#craft me a romance#haven't met yet#a harvest homecoming#swing into romance#mystery by the book
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