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harrywavycurly · 7 months

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Trouble Next Door Part 21: Practice Date

Masterlist: here

TW: None

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A/N: I included this as a regular part because it’s important to the storyline, also…y’all might not like how this ends but please just have faith in me I know exactly where this story is going and how it’s gonna end✨

“These…are for you.” “Oh Eddie these are so pretty thank you…uh please come in while I put these in a vase.” “You’re so kind…uhm so…how was your day?” “It was good I finally got the box of Halloween stuff down from the attic.” “I told you’d I’d help you get it…all you had to do was wait for me.” “You know I don’t have the patience for that…how was your day?” “It was fine…Henderson’s mom’s minivan is a fucking nightmare to work on but I got it done.” “I swear she just messes with stuff to make it stop running just so she can come and see you.” “You’re so delusional…you ready?” “Yeah…let me grab my purse and we can go.” “Now before you say anything…I talked Rick into letting me borrow his car…figured your first date back on the town deserved something better than my run down van.” “Oh don’t be silly Eddie I love that van…uhm…Did you clean it?” “Oh course I did….as if I’d let you sit on anything that belongs to Rick without bleaching it first.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “I haven’t seen you this dressed up since your wedding day…is that a bobby-pin in your hair?” “You’re so annoying…I just wanted to look nice…and yeah they keep my hair from falling out of the bun…” “sorry..you look good Eddie that’s all I’m trying to say.” “Thank you…you look nice too…I always like when you wear that shade of green…it makes your eyes stand out.” “So…what happens now? After the obligatory complements?” “We just talk you weirdo.” “Okay…uhm…oh do you remember when you knocked on my door for the first time when we were like eleven to ask me if I wanted to play?” “Yeah…you practically threw yourself off your steps and into my arms you were so excited.” “I just was so happy to finally have a friend…who would’ve thought we’d still be friends after all these years? It’s crazy right? Friends don’t normally last this long…we haven’t even had a real fight before.” “Uh excuse me? Yes we have.” “Don’t start.” “Don’t start? Why? Because you still know that I’m right and you refuse to admit it?” “You’re not right…you’re extremely wrong and I’ve proven it to you time and time again.” “He wasn’t the first kill because we don’t know if he was dead by the time she actually died.” “Of course he was dead! They gutted him from the back! She was alive way after he died.” “You’re just so wrong because it takes a long time for someone to bleed out like that…he was totally still alive when she was dying.” “I know you want to believe that she was the first death in Scream but she just wasn’t…she watches her boyfriend get killed that’s why she starts to freak the fuck out!” “No she freaks out because a killer is threatening her on the phone and she just watched her boyfriend get stabbed….not die.” “Edward James Munson you know damn well he was dead!” “Shhhh! This is a fancy ass establishment you can’t go shouting about dead people.” “I need another glass of wine…”

“What are we doing here?” “It wouldn’t be an outing for us if we didn’t make a pit stop at some swings…” “will you push me?” “Aren’t you too old to need me to push you?” “I don’t need you to push me Eddie…I just like it when you do.” “fine…so…how’s it going so far? Feel like you could do this again?” “I’d give it an eight out of ten…and yeah I think so…it’s not as scary as I thought it was going to be.” “You thought a date with me was going to be scary?” “I just…I was nervous.” “Why? It’s just me…nothing to be nervous about.” “That’s true…what about you? Could you do this again?” “Oh yeah…I could totally do this again…maybe not the swings though..that’s just an us thing.” “Damn right it is…I better not hear about you taking anyone else to the park besides me or I’ll be upset.” “You’re so dramatic after a few glasses of wine.” “You love it though.” “Yeah…I do.”

“Ah here we are…home sweet home…mind if I come inside?” “That’s so bold of you to ask on a first date Edward.” “I’ll pour you some more wine….” “Okay you can come in then….” “Red or white?” “White please…I had a really good time tonight…thank you.” “You’re welcome..I’m glad you had a good time…I enjoyed it as well…what? Why…why are you looking at me like that?” “Are…uhm…are you…are you in love with me?” “What? Why…why would you…uhm…I..uh-” “oh god-” “No no no don’t…don’t walk away…I just wasn’t…why did you ask me that?” “Just forget it…I’m sorry…it’s the wine…I’m not making sense…I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” “yes.” “Yes?…yes what?” “I’m in love with you.” “No you’re not.” “Yes…yes I am.” “No you’re not…you would’ve told me…you…you would’ve said something.” “I’m…saying something now…doesn’t that count?” “I…I don’t know…what to say.” “That’s okay.” “I can’t…I can’t do this Eddie I can’t…I-” “hey it’s okay…please don’t cry….” “I think.. I just uhm…I need some space…I’m gonna go-” “no no I’ll go..you stay here I’ll uhm go stay at Wayne’s…just…I’m sorry okay? I didn’t…I didn’t want to tell you like this….please know that I don’t expect anything in return I just…it’s out there now so…we have to deal with it.” “I can’t deal with it right now…” “and that’s fine…I’ll uh go to Wayne’s and…maybe I’ll come by tomorrow and…we can talk about it?” “I’ll call you.” “Okay…yeah that works too…uhm…goodnight?” “Goodnight…tell…tell Wayne I said…hello.” “Yeah I’ll uhm..I’ll do that.”

#trouble next door convos #trouble next door series #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie munson au #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #stranger things social media au #Eddie munson social media au #my little dungeon master baby

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hahahahahangst · 7 months

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When there was me and you (Be The Young 41)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: nobody asked for it, but here’s some Dean wingman action

MASTERLIST

When there was me and you

Why did I let myself believe miracles could happen?

Not managing to drive all the way to Sioux Falls, they crashed in a motel.

“I think there’s too many of us to take only one room this time.” Commented Dean, pointing at Ramiel.

“Non c’è problema, I don’t need sleep.” The angel shrugged.

“Yeah, but the people at the counter don’t know that, do they? Let’s just take two rooms and avoid all the questions.” Dean started walking towards the reception. “Me and Sam will take one and you two…” He smirked and glared at Emily. ��-you can cuddle in another one.”

“Do you really want me to break your nose right now?” Commented Emily, shoving him on the side and taking the credit card from his hands. Scowling at him, she entered the reception and, nevertheless, asked for two rooms,even if the plan was to hung out in the same room for a while.

Emily sat on one of the beds as Dean cleaned his gun, as he often did when he was nervous, and Sam left to get food. Ramiel leaned on the wall next to the door, pensive.

“Are you going to hold a grudge on me forever?” Dean asked, briefly stopping cleaning and raising his eyes to look at Emily.

“That’s pretty much the idea, yeah.”

“Alright.” He went back to his cleaning. “I’ll let you go back to your sweet sixteen in peace.”

“Fuck you.” She answered.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you just told me why you’re so upset?” Emily didn’t answer and looked at the door. “Emily? Come on.”

“Okay, I’m- Dean, are you really going to let Sam off the hook like that? Is it really just fine for you?”

Dean hesitated. “Of course not.”

“Then why did you say so?”

Dean exhaled and put the gun on the table. He turned towards Emily. “Because sometimes- some things are just not worth a fight.”

Emily remained silent for a second, thinking. “So, me opening the gates of hell is worth a fight, a big one, even- but Sam starting the apocalypse is not? Talk about double standards.” She rolled her eyes.

Dean exhaled again. “Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.”

After a minute of silence, Emily spoke again. “Look at you, you’ve grown up to be so wise.” She chuckled.

Dean smiled. It came to Emily she had not seen him do it in weeks. “Look, it’s not like I’m not mad at him, just…” Dean sighed. “…this is not the time to fight, we need to fix this.” He said. Emily nodded and started rummaging in her pockets for her cigarettes. “By the way, what has gotten into you lately?”

Emily glared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, like- Alastair, Ruby… Usually I would have expected you to come down panicking but you've been surprisingly badass.”

“Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.” She mocked.

They remained in silence for a minute before Dean spoke again. “About Sam, try to be a little bit more chill, okay? I know you're mad and I'm not saying act like nothing happened, but- drop the yelling, it's not helping anybody.”

Sam opened the door and entered the room.

“Hey.” He said, tossing his siblings one hex bag each. “These will keep us hidden from angels and demons.”

“Really?” Asked Emily, examining the bag.

“Yeah, umh- Ruby taught me.” Something flipped in Emily's mind and she shot her eyes up to Sam. Dean cleared his throat, grabbing her attention. She forced herself to stay calm.

“That's… Cool.” She sighed. “About that…“ She collected all her strengths. ”...sorry I killed your girlfriend.”

Sam lightly scoffed. “Not my girlfriend but- it's okay, I would have done the same.”

“Speaking of.” Said Dean. “How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?”

“I-it's weird. Uh-” Sam quickly glared at Emily. ”...tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”

“That's the first good news I've heard all week.” Sighed Emily, standing back up. An awkward silence filled the room. Dean cleared his throat again, this time without any second meaning, and stood up to put away his gun.

“Guys-” As she heard Sam’s voice, Emily moved her glare away from Ramiel and looked at Sam. Dean, instead, sighed and turned the other way.

“Sam,“ he said. “It's okay. You don't have to say anything.”

Emily stood up and went to pack her bag, trying to ignore the conversation happening behind her.

“Well, that's good. Because what can I even say?” Continued Sam. “I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-”

“Then stop fucking talking about it!” Emily threw a shirt on top of her bag. Dean side eyed her from the other side of the room. “God.” She exhaled, shaking her head and going back to her packing.

A minute of silence followed her words.

“Alright listen to me-” Resumed Dean. “Both of you. We don't have to put this under a microscope. We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it.” When Emily didn't answer, Dean lightly hit the back of her shoulder. “Drop the attitude, okay? We got work to do.”

Emily sighed. “Alright.” She said. “By the way, it’s late, I’ll head to my room.” She took her bag and walked out of the door, silently followed by Ramiel.

“Use protections!” Said Dean as soon as they had walked out of the room. Emily walked back a couple of steps to show him the finger.

“Sorry about my brother.” Said Emily on their way to the room. “He’s an idiot.”

Ramiel shrugged. “I find him funny.”

“Well, if you like him so much we can swap rooms and you can sleep in his bed.” She chuckled, opening the door. Ramiel didn’t answer as they entered the room and Emily closed it behind them. “Well, home sweet home.” She joked. “Make yourself comfortable, choose the side you want.” She pointed at the bed and then she disappeared in the bathroom to take a shower. As she turned on the faucet, she could not help but think about the angel that was currently just outside that thin door.

She knew that, physically, it wasn’t Ramiel that attracted her, it was the vessel. But it wasn’t just that. Somehow the way he talked, constantly mixing Italian and English, the fact that he was also so calm, completely the opposite of her... It made her mind go to very weird and unholy places. He emanated calm and peace and she couldn’t help but be attracted to him. She finished washing and went out of the room to dry her hair. Ramiel was sitting on the bed, watching tv with a confused expression.

“What are you watching?” Asked Emily, looking over at the television.

“Something about an older brother.” He answered. On the screen, Emily saw a group of people all hanging out in the same room, arguing.

“You mean The Big Brother?” She smiled. “That’s not good tv, man-” She walked over to the bed and grabbed the remote. “Here, I’ll find something interesting for you.” She sat next to him on the bed and started zapping through the channels. She felt Ramiel’s hand touching her hair as she found Doctor Sexy on a channel and stood back up.. “This is way better.” She smiled and finished drying her hair as Ramiel stared at the screen. Then, she threw herself on the bed next to the angel, her legs crossed.

“Listen, why don’t we watch a movie? We can have a sleepover.” She joked. Ramiel looked at her, confused.

“I told you, I don’t need to sleep.”

Emily smiled. “That’s the point of a sleepover, Miele.” She said.

“I see.” Ramiel smiled. “What do you want to watch?” Emily raised her eyebrows. Ramiel had probably seen little to no movies, so it was her chance to make him watch a good one.

The best one.

“We gotta watch High School Musical!” She said, rushing out of the bed to take her laptop. Ramiel patiently waited as she searched for the file in the deeper folders of her laptop, and then placed the computer at the end of the bed. “Are you ready?” She asked, suggestively. “This movie goes hard.”

About halfway through the movie, Emily started falling asleep. Her head slowly falling in front of her, she was suddenly awakened by Ramiel’s comments.

“This school really is obsessed with the status quo.” He said.

Emily’s head shot up as she tried to stay awake. “Mh-mh” She muttered, her head now falling to her right and onto Ramiel’s shoulder. When he didn’t complain, Emily just remained there, exhausted.

She slept peacefully, something that didn’t happen as often as she would have liked to. When she woke up, she did it with her face deep in the pillow. She opened one eye and saw Ramiel in a brand new suit, adjusting his cufflinks on the other side of the room.

“Ah, I see you got back in character.” Commented Emily, yawning.

“Good morning Emily.” He said, calm. “I'm sorry to be so abrupt, but I have to go.” He started standing up.

Emily sat on the bed. “What?” She asked.

“The angels are closing in on me. If they find me again- I will die.”

Emily quickly got out of her bed and walked towards him.

“Ramiel, what did you do?” She asked, confused. “Why are they looking for you?”

“I rebelled. Way more than Castiel thinks.” He answered. Emily looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You. You are the reason the angels are looking for me. I got you out of hell while we were fighting against it to get your brother.”

“Why?” Ramiel looked at an indefinite point behind Emily, hesitating.

“This might be the last time you see me.” He said.

“What are you talking about?” She asked again.

“I’m sorry, amore, I can’t.” Ramiel exhaled and tried to walk away.

“No, don’t- Come on, man, just explain to me what's going on.” She stopped him. “We can help, you know we can.”

“I believe this is above you and your brothers.” He cupped her cheeks. She took his wrists and moved his hands away.

“Don’t change the subject, Ramiel, you told me I was destined and that god had work for me!” In the blink of an eye, Ramiel’s wrist disappeared from her hands in front of her and there was nothing left.

Emily stood still for a good minute, processing. Then, she took her bag and ran knocking on her brothers' door. Sam opened the door, barely awake.

"Emily, what are you doing- it's seven in the morning, we went to sleep two hours ago.” He exhaled, dragging his hands across his face. Emily completely ignored his words and entered the room, shoving him on the side. She walked up to Dean's bed and started shaking him to wake him up.

"Dean, wake up!”

"Emily, what's going on?” Asked Sam, trying to stop Emily. Dean abruptly woke up.

"You need to call Castiel.” Said Emily getting rid of Sam's hold.

"What? What time is it?” Answered Dean, still tired.

"I said call Castiel!”

"Emily, what the hell is going on?” Asked Sam, as Dean slowly got out of his bed, upset.

"Ramiel left.”

Dean started walking towards the bathroom. "Probably should learn how to have sex right.” He mumbled.

"Wh- shut up! This is serious!”

“What? He’s an angel, they come and go as they like. Why is this any different than the other times?” Dean came out of the bathroom drying his face. “He said the angels are looking for him and- Dean, I need to speak with Castiel.”

“No, you need to calm down- Talk with me, what happened?”

Emily sat on the bed and drew a big breath. “You know how he said he brought me back because it was my destiny, all that stuff?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Apparently, it’s all a big lie.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, Dean he- I don’t know, okay?”

Sam intervened. “And how’s Castiel going to help?”

“Apparently Ramiel is wanted by all heaven, and I am sure Castiel knows why.”

“Well, he’s not answering. Been missing.” Said Dean. Emily let her body fall back onto the mattress. “I’m sorry kid.” He fell onto Sam’s bed. “At least you got some good angel sex out of him before he left.”

Emily exchanged a quick amused look with Sam. “What makes you think I had sex with him?”

“You didn’t?” Dean prompted himself up with his elbows, disappointed. “Come on, I even set you up by putting you in the same room.”

“Dean, what is your problem with Ramiel and I?”

“Emily, come on.” He smiled. “He’s been calling you love since the day he met you. He clearly has a thing for you, and-” Dean interrupted, mocking Emily as she instinctively smiled while thinking of the angel. ”...well, there’s that face that you’re making.”

Emily immediately returned serious. “I’m not making any face!” She protested and looked at Sam, who was also chuckling.

“Look, I get it-” Said Dean. “You got a crush on the handsome Italian angel who saved your life, really- perfectly understandable. But…” He hesitated.

“But what, Dean?” When Emily answered that, he turned around, a big smile on his face.

“So you’re not denying.” He mocked. “You do like Ramiel!” Emily rolled her eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.” He said, showing her the finger.

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #sam winchester #supernatural fanfiction #sister winchester fic #sister winchester #be the young #be the young update

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hahahahahangst · 9 months

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Tetris (Be The Young 34)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: Dean and Emily can’t catch a break

MASTERLIST

Tetris

For me you were the most ferocious beast That you can only tame by whispering

“Emily, we have Alastair.” Said Ramiel. His Italian accent only seemed to grow stronger every time they met. “Non parla.” He said. “He won’t talk.”

“He won’t talk as in… you can’t make him talk.” Said Emily. “I’m assuming you haven’t asked kindly.”

“We haven’t.” Answered Castiel, annoyed. “We need someone who’s qualified.” He pointed to Dean. Emily’s blood froze in his veins as she exchanged a look with Sam, behind her.

Dean’s gaze also hardened as he denied. “No, no way.”

Castiel and Ramiel looked at each other. “Scusa, Dean. I’m afraid we have to insist.” Said the latter.

“You sick-” Emily reached for Ramiel's shirt to try and throw him against the wall, but suddenly and with a fluttering sound, she found herself in another room.

The place she had just arrived to was cold and humid, the sound of water running into pipes lightly sounding in the background. Across the room, a door, with a small glass window, showed Alastair, bound on what seemed like a devil’s trap. Emily stared the the small window, in trance, one hand still tightly gripping Ramiel’s shirt.

“What is she doing here?” Asked Dean, pointing at Emily. “What does she have to do with this?!”

“Ah.” He said, pointing at the point Emily was holding his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Bring her back!” Dean raised his voice and Emily was raised from her trance. She looked at Dean, finally letting go of Ramiel.

“I’m sorry, do I look like a baby-sitter to you?” Asked Ramiel, scornful.

“Dean, it’s okay.” Emily’s voice came out shaky.

“Absolutely not- Cas, bring her back.” He ordered. Neither Ramiel or Castiel answered or moved.

“We can’t.” The angels looked at each other. “We can’t risk her coming back with you brother.”

Emily and Dean rolled their eyes. Cas walked towards the door.

“Angels are dying.” Said Ramiel, standing in front of the door.

“Everybody’s dying man. It’s the fucking apocalypse.” Said Emily, still distracted by Alastair’s view.

“I know this is a lot to ask- and her being here doesn’t make it any easier.” Continued Ramiel. “But we have to ask it.”

Dean’s hand on Emily’s shoulder finally pulled her away from the window. “Since where do you two take orders from upstairs?” She asked.

“We’re being questioned. We are- as they say it, too doubtful.”

“As you should be- Look, Ramiel, how can you ask something like this?”

“I don’t want this anymore than you do.”

”...and you won’t even bring me back home.”

“As I said, no.”

Castiel intervened. “There’s no time. This is not a matter of will, it’s a matter of what we need. And what we need is for him to talk.” He pointed to the door.

“You ask me to open that door and walk through it…“ Said Dean. “You will not like what walks back out.”

“Dean, wh-”

“What, Emily? I don’t think they’re gonna let us walk out.”

“He’s right, amore. We are under strict orders to call more soldiers if he refuses.” Ramiel locked the door behind him.

“And what am I supposed to do?!” Asked Emily.

“I don’t know but- you stay the hell away from that room.” Dean pointed to the door.

“What?! Dean, you are not going in there alone. There’s no way.”

“I can’t have you in there. Not again.”

“Right, because I haven’t seen you torture anybody before, right?” She exhaled, sarcastic.

“Emily, I said no.”

“And I said I’m coming.” Emily took off her jacket. “You owe me this much.”

“Please, I am begging you. Stay out of this.” Dean was sorting the torturing equipment that Castiel and Ramiel had provided. “Just… go have a smoke with Ramiel. Blow him off- I don’t know, okay?”

“How many times do you have to hear me say no before you give up?” Emily ignored his inappropriate suggestion and looked at him from a distance, leaning on an old cabinet.

“I’m patient.” The tools clanged.

“You’re not.” Emily lit up a cigarette. “Dean, I’m fine. I can stay.”

“Yeah, try terrified.” He said, barely audible.

“What? I’m not scared.”

“Of course.” Dean had a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “And it shows.”

“Meaning?” Asked Emily.

“I hear you at night, Em.” He stated, emotional. “You cry- you beg in your sleep.” Emily didn’t answer. “You know who you cry for? Who you’re begging to stop?”

“Dean, come on-”

“It’s me, Emily. You cry because you’re dreaming of me torturing you. You are not coming with me.”

Emily argued more, walking towards him. “You can’t decide this for me, Dean!”

“I absolutely can. I’m done causing you any more damage.”

“This is- Dean, hello, do you hear me?” She waved in front of his face. “I want to be there. You’re not keeping me out of the room. I’ll come in one way or the other.”

“If you think you’re touching any of these-” He pointed to the tools.

“I wouldn’t dare.” She raised her hands and gave one last puff from the cigarette. “As Alastair always said: you’re the artist.”

Dean hesitated for a second. Emily remained in a state of half-reality, where half of her brain was stuck in an endless flashback of hell, and the other one was living the present, where she was about to watch Dean torture Alastair.

“Are you okay?” Asked Dean one last time. Emily nodded, then she opened the door that was next to her and signaled him to go ahead.

He pushed the cart through the door and Emily followed him. She locked the door behind her.

Alastair started singing, then laughing when he saw the content of the cart.

“I'm sorry.” He said. “This is a very serious, very emotional situation for you. I shouldn't laugh, it's just that- I mean, are they serious? They sent you to torture me? And she’s your sidekick?” The demon grinned.

“You got one chance. One. Tell me who's killing the angels. I want a name.”

“You think I'll see all your scary toys and spill my guts?” Emily leaned on a column, in silence. “Oh, you'll spill your guts, one way or another. I just didn't wanna ruin my shoes. Now answer the question.”

“Or what? You'll work me over? But then, maybe you don't want to.”

“I'm here, aren't I?” Dean grinned his teeth.

“Yeah, but she’s here as well…“ Alastair nodded towards Emily. “Torturing her… it was your real punishment, wasn’t it. And for her- ah!” He smiled. “I will never have that much fun ever again.” Dean looked at him, impassively cleaning a tool. “Come on, one of you has to want a little payback for everything I did to you two. For all the pokes and prods. Mh?” Emily forced herself to stay put, progressively angrier. “No? How about the things I did to your daddy?”

Dean’s head came up, a hint of anger showing up on his expression, but he immediately went back to being impassively cold. “I had your pop on my rack for close to a century.”

“You can’t stall forever.” Dean took a jar from the cart and popped it open.

“John Winchester. Made a good name for himself. A hundred years. After each session, I'd make him the same offer I made you. I'd put down my blade if he picked one up.”

“Just give me the demon’s name.” Dean warned.

Emily kept staring in front of her. She had never thought of where her father had ended up. In fact, she had not thought about him if not in reference to Dean’s bad mood immediately following his death. John Winchester and his attitude were just a long lost memory and she had never thought about him being on the rack in hell. Then, when she thought about it, it made sense that he would never say yes. One of the few things she actually admired about him was that he was one stoic son of a bitch. On anything, even if it was wrong.

“But he said nein each and every time. Oh, damned if I couldn't break him. Just like the little one.” He pointed at Emily again. She was raised from her thoughts. “She really pulled out all the stops, just like her daddy. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again.”

From the cart, Dean took out a bottle that seemed very out of place, probably containing some liquor. He took a quick swing from it and glared back at Emily, exhaling.

She reciprocated his glare and drew a big breath. She started to feel blood rush in her veins a little bit faster as Alastair kept talking. “But daddy's little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty.” He grinned. “She believed in you, you know? Oh, she believed in you so much. And you broke her.”

Emily looked at one of the chains keeping Alastair bound to his trap and telepathically made it tighter. Alastair winced, in pain.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mess with her.” Commented Dean.

He laughed. “Demon blood… It doesn’t only give you powers, you know. It changes you, doesn’t it. You could have had such a normal life but Azazel had other plans.”

Emily looked at the tools. There were several knives of different shapes. With a small hand gesture, she made two of them fly towards Alastair’s hands, which were dangling off the chains. The knives stopped half an inch away from the demon’s skin. Dean looked back at Emily, angry.

“You know, Alastair…“ Emily suddenly spoke up. “When we came in here, Dean told me not to touch anything.” She pushed away from the column. “Problem is… I don’t need my hands.” The knives flew away from Alastair and dipped themselves into the holy water Dean had prepared. Then, dripping, they flew directly into the demon’s hands, making him scream. “I told you, man. Shouldn’t mess with her.” Even if with Dean’s voice he was approving of her gestures, his expression said the opposite. Emily knew he didn’t want her involved, but it was too late: Alastair was doing it on purpose, she was riling her up, and she gladly and knowingly fell into his trap. She was done playing good.

“Damn, Dean, your sister really did learn something from being tortured by you-” Emily made the knife rotate on themselves, carving a larger hole in the demon’s hands. Dean promptly poured holy water on the wounds. The demon screamed. “Oh, to have had you both off the rack, you would have been so good…“

Emily and Dean exchanged a quick, understanding look. Emily took a step back and watched as her brother took Ruby’s knife from his pocket. Alastair smiled. “There's that little pig-poker. I wondered where it went.” After dipping the knife in holy water, Dean angrily deepened it into Alastair’s stomach. As the demon screamed, Emily could not help but shiver. She had always thought about torture as something the villains do. Demon’s stuff, stuff they do to you to make you talk. She had never thought she would be the one delivering it, certainly not after spending one hundred years in hell being tortured. But the anger she was feeling, she had to let it out.

Alastair was the reason she had to endure years of tortures from her own brother. Alastair was the one who had tortured her every single day for the previous ninty years, making her count every day, every hour she was dead.

For one hundred years she told him off, she insulted him, she tried to spit on him. But she never had the chance before to hurt him back.

However, it didn’t feel right. Not there, not with Dean. It felt like something they should have done by themselves, sure, but not together.

Alastair stopped screaming. “You know, it was supposed to be your father. Then, we tried to convince your sister.” He sighed. “She was supposed to bring it on. But, in the end, it was you.”

“Bring what on?” Asked Dean, pouring some more holy water on his knife.

“Oh, every night, the same offer, remember?”

As he listened, Dean covered the blade in salt.

“And finally you said, ‘Sign me up.’ Oh, the first time you picked up my razor, the first time you sliced into her…“ Emily raised her gaze and slowly turned back towards Alastair, starting to catch on. Alastair grinned. “Oh, she’s starting to get there.”

“What?” Dean started to walk towards Alastair, fidgeting with the knife in his right hand.

“You should revise your bible.” Laughed Alastair. “Emily, darling, want to do the honors?”

“And they sang a new song, saying: “You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, because you were slain, and with your blood you purchased for God persons from every tribe and language and people and nation.” She recited, scared.

“You have to admit, Dean. She knows her verses.” Commented Alastair. “We needed a righteous man. And you, Dean… you were perfect.” Dean’s lips trembled slightly before he turned away from Alastair. “We had to break the first seal before any others. Only way to get the dominoes to fall, right? Topple the one at the front of the line.”

Emily slowly walked in front of Dean, on the other side of the cart. She kept her game face on, but Dean lost it for a second. She stared at him and knew she had to at least try and take over.

“What are you going to do when you win, Alastair? Your own theme park? With black jack and hookers?” She asked, sarcastic. “If you win, that’s clear.”

“We’re gonna throw a party. All for him, Dean Winchester.”

Dean closed his eyes, trying to recollect himself. Emily kept talking. “And why should we believe you?”

“Believe me, darling, I wouldn't lie about this. But it’s not like you’ll live to learn about it.” With a grin, Alastair disappeared. He appeared next to the cart and pushed it away. Emily and Dean, taken by surprise, failed to react and in a second Dean was pushed against the trap Alastair used to be trapped in. Emily flew towards the column she had been resting on earlier and lost track of her surroundings. As she tried to stand back up, her vision blurry and her balance not working properly, she heard the sound of flesh being punched repeatedly.

Then, the unique sound of Ruby’s knife being used on a demon, twice. She saw the confused shape of Castiel, fighting with Alastair but losing. She squinted, trying to regain at least her sight, and leaned against the column, weakly standing up. Once her vision had gone back to normal, she used her powers to separate Castiel and Alastair, who flew violently against the wall. Castiel, instead, laid still on the floor.

“Ah, they grow up so fast.” He giggled. “Now what, uh? Are you going to try and exorcize me?”

“I don’t know, I might just tie you back on the hexacle and have some more fun.”

“Nah, you don't have the strength, you’re not trained. You’re stalling.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” She smiled.

She felt the intrusion of Sam’s emotions in her brain. He was looking for her, frantic, exhausted and angry. He must have been close, or she wouldn’t feel it.

Sam, I’m in the boiler room. She sent.

“Oooh, telepathy. Now, that’s a fun one to fight against.” Emily didn’t have time to be surprised by Alastair’s words, because the door slammed open, revealing Sam. Emily tightened her telepathical grip on the demon’s throat. He struggled.

“Who’s murdering the angels?” Asked Emily. “I don’t think you’re gonna get another chance at telling the truth, Alastair.”

“You think I’m gonna tell you?” He smiled, smug.

“No, not to me. But him…“ She pointed to Sam, who had also raised his hand. “He might just do the trick.” Sam smirked and twisted his hand. Alastair’s eyes went white as he struggled to breath.

“How are the demons killing angels?” Repeated Emily.

“I don’t know-” Struggled the demon. “Look at you, how good you’re talking.” Emily walked towards him and grabbed his face to turn it to her. “How are you killing them?”

“It’s not us. We’re not doing it.” He winced.

“I can’t hear you.” She tightened both her physical and telepathically grip. Sam did the same. Alastair screamed. “Now, we’re doing better with volume. For the last time, how are you killing the angels?!” She asked.

“Lilith is not behind this. She would kill a hundred, not seven.” Emily stared at him for a second before slapping him.

“That’s for what you did to my father.” She slapped him again. “That’s for what you did to Dean.” She glanced at Sam, who closed his hand and focused. Alastair started screaming, light coming from his insides. The rays of light exposed his skeleton and then his vessel fell to the ground. ”...and that’s for what you did to me.” Concluded Emily, breathing deeply. She fell on her knees, exhausted.

#be the young #spn #spn fanfic #ao3 #supernatural a03 fanfict #sister fic

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