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bexo-tic · 4 years

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Breath Play - Spencer Reid X Reader

Spencer Reid X Reader Slow Burn

Season 10 Episode 17

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The sound of heels clicking overwhelms my senses. I can’t believe I’m here, in the BAU office. Sure, I’ve been here plenty of times during my childhood to visit my uncle, but this time I came to work. My heartbeat slows as I take in the familiar smell of coffee brewing. It’s almost nostalgic, reminding me of the times I’d surprise Uncle Aaron with a visit. My heart aches a little as I think of Aunt Haley, but I push the thoughts from my mind. This is my first day and I need everything to be perfect.

“Y/N,” he smiles warmly as I peek my head into his office. I hadn’t seen Aaron since I left for college, I was too busy working on my degrees. We still called once a week, and that is why it didn’t feel forced or awkward to slide into conversation with him after 8 years.

“Well, everyone is at the table because we have a new case, I can introduce you there.” He leads me out of his office and into a small room filled with only a round table and a screen where the team waits. Their presence makes me nervous. They have all this experience with their job and probably only remember me as Aaron’s little niece if they remember me at all.

“Team, we have a new intern, Y/N Y/L/N. She’s my niece on Haley’s side.” He clears his throat after mentioning her and I can tell he isn’t as over it as everyone would assume. “This is Derek Morgan, Kate Calahan, Jennifer Jereau, David Rossi, and Spencer Reid. And our Tech Analyst Penelope Garcia.”

“Save the pleasantries, Aaron. She knows me,” David says as he gets up to hug me. The smell of his cologne fills my lungs, but not in an overbearing way. He cups my face in his hands. “You’re all grown up; it’s hard to believe.”

“I don’t think I believe it yet either,” I laugh as I sit down and he goes back to his seat.

“I hate to interrupt the joy, but we need to get to Wisconsin, also known as the lovely badger state, home of milk and cheese,” Penelope says. She goes into explaining the case and how the bodies of 3 women had been discovered as late as this morning. I tense my body to keep from shivering at the sight of their photos.

That might be the part that always gets to me, seeing the photos of the victims happy and smiling. I can’t imagine their faces once they realized what was going to happen to them. I watch as they discuss the case, their energy, and ideas building off each other. It happens so smoothly and effortlessly like they aren’t talking about murders. But to them this is normal, maybe they’re a little desensitized to it.

“Whether he knows the victims or not, he’s hit his stride and he’s not gonna take time to cool off. Wheels up in 30,” Aaron says, distracting me from my thoughts. I grab the “go bag” I left in my uncle’s office which is better described as a suitcase on the edge of exploding. It was my first trip and I didn’t know how long we’d stay so I panic-packed what was probably too much clothing. As I leave the office I bump into something hard. I look up and see Derek.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry. I didn’t even look and-” He holds up a hand to stop my rambling.

“It’s fine, it takes more than a suitcase to knock me down,” he says with a smile. I let out a relieved sigh and he continued talking.

“Rossi says you’re fresh out of college. What degrees do you have?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Psychology and a Masters in Criminal Justice.”

“And you’re how old?”

“26, I just took a lot of summer classes,” I shrug.

“Sounds a little like Reid,” he laughs. “Real smart guy, been here since he was 24. He graduated high school at 12.” I feel my jaw open and quickly try to close it.

“That’s um- wow.”

“Insane, I know. Let me help you get to the jet.”

“Yeah, thanks. I was going to ask my uncle where to go.”

“So is having Hotch as an uncle the same as having him as a boss?”

“Mm, I’d say yeah. He’s pretty reserved, but once you’ve known him long enough you can read him like a book. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you, it’s more like he’s too busy thinking to remember to talk to you.”

“Sounds about right,” he chuckles. “Set your bag here and just through that door is the jet.”

“Oh, thanks again for showing me.”

“No problem, Y/N.” He walked onto the plane. It felt strange hearing him call me by my first name when everyone else was referred to by their last name. But maybe I was reading too much into it. It was my first day and we couldn’t have made a bond as he had with everyone else in the 5-minute walk to the jet. I took a deep breath to calm my thoughts and walked through the door.

Already they were discussing the case again. Hearing them bounce ideas off each other and analyze was almost comforting if you forgot they were talking about a murderer. Their dynamic was so in tune like they all held the same vibration. Part of me didn’t want to speak and mess up the flow of the conversation.

“Alright Dave and Reid, go to the Medical Examiner with Em. Morgan and Kate go to the newest crime scene. JJ and I will interview friends and family at the station,” Aaron announced. My fingertips began to tingle with anticipation. This is happening! A part of me was excited to be here. I’d always admired my uncle when I was younger for putting away the bad guys and here I was beside him. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I tried desperately to calm down. It was my first case and I was determined not to mess this up. I didn’t want Aaron thinking I couldn’t handle this and sending me home, so I was determined to keep a calm demeanor.

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“Cartilage around the windpipe was damaged, but the COD was actually a crushed trachea,” the examiner says as he leads us to the victims’ bodies.

“I’m surprised Emma didn’t go into cardiac arrest before then,” Spencer says, looking back at me and David. I nod in agreement because I don’t have anything to counter with. I question why Aaron even sent me with them to the M.E. when I don’t have enough experience to be much help here.

“Nobody has sex for 6 straight hours, not even sting,” David says, pulling my attention back to the report. That’s where it should be. “Maybe he’s interacting with them beforehand.”

“Nonetheless, it’s an endurance test. He’d have to be in pretty great physical shape,” Spencer says. I try to form my own ideas as they talk, to just bring something to the table and not feel like I’m useless and watching from the sidelines.

“Well, do you think strangulation is just the dispatching method, then?” David asks.

“Erotic asphyxiation,” I call from behind them. They both turn to look at me and I feel my heart move up my throat. “I mean, the bruising from repeated strangling and releasing is similar to that.”

“If that’s the case, isn't the pleasure usually all for the recipient?”

“Maybe not for him,” Spencer answers. “Cutting off his victim’s air supply might be how he satisfies his own urges.”

I sigh, I might have just contributed something. I don't want them to think I can’t do anything to help. My eyes wander to the other victims. She has the same bruising as the other victim except her hair is blonde, Donna Rayburn. She almost looks like me, but her eyes are blue, not the dark brown I got from my dad. Noticing all our similarities makes me itch and I feel exposed. I jump when a hand touches my back.

“Hey, we’re heading back to discuss everything with the team,” David says. “Are you alright?”

I can feel Spencer’s eyes burning into me from behind, he’s not very good at acting like he isn’t listening to our conversation. I can’t help but wonder if he thinks I’m even qualified to be here; his intelligence is a little intimidating. He could probably profile circles around me.

“I’m fine, just nervous. First day jitters,” I smile in what I hope is a convincing way. David leads me to the car and I sit in the back on the way to the station. Looking out the window keeps me distracted and I let my mind wander. I wonder how the people who live here feel about the news. Everyone says “It could never happen here”, but somehow it always does.

“Six hours is a long time, especially late at night, for someone to be held and no one to hear anything,” Aaron says as David, Spencer and I make it to the table. Again they delved into a conversation trying to connect the victims. So far, the only thing they had in common was their interactions with the unsub. After what seemed like hours of discussion, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got up to find coffee.

I found my way to a small kitchen with two coffee pots in it. I grabbed a guest mug and poured in the steaming liquid, leaving enough room for the cream and sugar packets on the counter. A voice behind me makes me jump.

“Did you know Hawaii is the only state in the U.S. that grows coffee?” I turn and find Spencer standing there with his thermos in his hands.

“Um no?”

“Yeah, the ideal coffee growing conditions require high altitudes, rich soil, and tropical climates.”

“Do you start every conversation off with facts?” I ask with a laugh.

“Mostly,” he smiles. “Oh, and I wouldn’t drink that coffee if I were you. Hotch just said we’re heading back to the hotel and regrouping in the morning.”

I checked the time on my phone, 11:33 PM. No wonder I was so tired, with the jet ride and busy day we had. The ride to the hotel felt like it lasted a few minutes, so I must have dozed off in the car. Aaron handed me the key to my room which I shared with JJ. I barely had time to shower before I fell asleep in the white sheets of the bed.

<<< >>>

I couldn’t believe the unsub killed again last night. I knew he would kill again, but it didn’t feel right that I hadn’t noticed. How did we all fall asleep so easily when the murderer we were trying to find had claimed a new victim? And here I was walking around Lynn Boyd’s house as everyone scurried around for evidence. I find my way into her bedroom.

“The bindings, the silk scarf, the rough sex. He’s using ‘Bare Reflections’ to choose his victims,” Rossi says. Finally, another step forward. Last night we concluded the unsub would be a married man, but it didn’t give us much to go off of. A call to Garcia would help us understand more.

‘If this book is mainstream, then his victim pool is large.”

“Garica, did any of the other victims besides Lynn own a copy?” JJ asks.

“Mary Healy had it on her tablet. Donna Rayburn checked it out from the library twice. Emma and Lynn both purchased copies locally.”

Although the book tied our victims together, who even knew how many other married women in the comfort zone owned the book as well. The list of possible targets would be too long to help us tie it back to the unsub.

“And- hey, a lot of the saucy texts are direct quotes from the book,” Garcia says. “Oh! Speaking of texts, I culled them from that he met Mary via message board, Donna at a coffee shop, Emma at the gym, and Lynn, he met Lynn using a fake profile on a discreet dating website for married people.”

“Thanks, Garcia,” Rossi said, ending the call.

“Profile?” JJ asked. He nodded in response. The ride back to the station passed in a blink. Maybe it was the satisfaction I was feeling. My fingertips tingled because we were so close to finally catching this guy.

“Based on area demographics, we believe that we’re looking for a physically fit white male in his mid-30s to early 40s,” Aaron starts.

“He’s a homicidal dominant with an interest in role-play,” Callahan continues. They build off each other so smoothly, and the rest of the team keeps it going.

“We believe his charisma has allowed him to latch onto women who are interested in a popular erotic romance novel called ‘Bare Reflections’.”

“In it, a sheltered female teacher falls for a handsome mogul with a dark past who forces her into a submissive role.”

“Despite her initial worries, Amber Stone finds she can’t live without Carson Bare, warts and all.”

“We believe the unsub and his victims are consensually recreating a scenario from this book.”

“In that scene, Carson introduces Amber to BDSM by binding her to a bed as they have rough sex.”

“The unsub uses this role play to get his victims into a vulnerable position before his fantasy takes hold.”

”This has provided the unsub with a victim pool who have dropped their guard.”

“His first victims were single, but his last two were married. This escalation indicates that he may be married himself and probably has a family.”

“This unsubs M.O. takes patience and caution, and is firmly rooted in a need-based desire, which means he won’t be stopping anytime soon. Thank you.” Aaron says, ending the profile presentation. I look back at the crime scene photos trying to piece together the puzzle. I notice Reid quickly skimming through the pages of “Bare Reflections”.

“Are you even reading it?” I ask.

“I can read 20,000 words per minute, so yes.” He doesn't even have to look up when he responds.

“Robot,” I say under my breath as I roll my eyes, but from his smirk, I can tell he heard me.

“There’s not a single mention of erotic asphyxiation anywhere,” he says as Rossi and a detective approach us.

“It’s the unsub’s fetish then.” Rossi’s brows furrow.

“He’s a charmer that knows that some people lose themselves in the moment and others stop at nothing to please their partners,” my thoughts come out loud as I walk towards them. “Somehow he makes his victims feel safe enough to abandon their hard limit.”

“What’s a hard limit?” the detective asks.

“It’s a common BDSM practice. Hard limits are anything that’s an automatic no-go. It differs by person and taste,” Rossi states.

“And a soft limit is an in which a submissive hesitates or places strict conditions on,” Reid pipes up.

“I had no idea that world had so many regulations. Where does he find somebody like-minded?”

“In “Bare Reflections”, Carson Bare takes Amber to an event called a munch.”

“Which is?”

“According to the book, it’s a social gathering for people interested in BDSM.”

“Where the heck do you find that?”

“We should call Garcia.” Reid nods at Rossi.

“I found one,” he says, showing his simple google search. While Rossi and Callahan go to the munch, the rest of us stay behind to go over the case files.

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“He knew crossing state lines would make it more difficult to link the crimes,” Aaron says about the three prostitute murders Garcia has just brought up.

“That’s a very different cooling-off period. I wonder what was so special about those dates,” Detective Pierce questions. Reid grabs an expo marker and turns to the nearest board.

“First kills were in 2000, 2007, and then he went dormant until last year. What triggers him?” He writes all the dates on the board.

“Deaths in the family,” Aaron asks.

“He could keep losing jobs?”

“These are sex crimes so what interferes with sex drive? Children,” Callahan offers. “The addition of a child would disrupt even the happiest of couples.”

“More specifically the births,” Reid nods and you can see the gears in his head turning. “What if each of these kills corresponds to the births of the unsub’s own children?”

“Garcia, how many men in the hunting zone had a child in 2000?”

“16 and because I already know what the follow-up question is going to be, 5 had their second child 8 years ago, and two had their third last year.”

“Were either one of them busted for something like peeping or exposure?” I ask.

“Yes and no, there's a Patrick Jon Murphy. He’s a physical therapist, here’s the thing he was never actually arrested. I do have some sealed family court docs, though, that I’m about to unseal and learn … Oh, when he was 12, he witnessed his neighbor strangle his wife to death in a sex game gone bad.”

“Even though he was only a witness, that moment created a single event imprint on his love map and probably started his interest in breath play.”

“Is his wife interested in BDSM?”

“Uh, no, doesn’t look like it. The Murphy’s have been in and out of couple’s therapy for years.”

“The therapy roller coaster may have been due to intermittent periods of frustration then bliss surrounding the murders.”

“And his urges increase during periods of non-intimacy.”

“If the unsub’s trigger was the birth of his kids, why change the victimology and accelerate the kills now?” I ask.

“I think the guilt he’s felt has been alleviated by ‘Bare Reflections’, and the intense female interest in it has justified his impulses,” Reid answers. Our phones beep as Garcia sends us his address and we race out the door. His house isn’t even that far from the station, it’s crazy that he’s been under our noses the whole time. JJ and Reid come out of the house looking defeated.

“He’s at the nanny’s house, we’ve gotta move!” We don't even have time to buckle up before we're barreling down the road. When we arrive at the house I can see a girl standing at the front door.

"You two take the front of the house, I'm going around back," Morgan declares. I can see him run after the unsub on foot as Callahan grabs the girl inside the house. That must be his daughter. The rest of us storm inside, clearing each room as we make our way through the house. Calls from upstairs lead us into the bedroom where we find a woman tied to her bed. Immediately we untie her as a medic comes in to check her out.

<<< >>>

“So, how was your first case?” Aaron asks as he sits across from me on the jet.

“Um, intense,” I nod and he laughs. “But I really enjoyed helping solve it.”

“I knew you had it in you.” He squeezes my hand. “Want some coffee?”

“No thanks, I’m gonna try to sleep before we land.” I curl into my chair and try to let the tension release from my body as I fall asleep.

#spencer x you #spencer reid #criminal minds #derek morgan #david rossi #kate callahan #jennifer jereau #aaron hotch hotchner #penelope garcia #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader

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cravingforwords · 5 years

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Homeward

Title: Homeward Word Count: 1018 Rating: G/PG – allusion to Adult Situations Disclaimer: Supernatural and all it’s characters, locations, etc. are the sole property of Eric Kripke and Warner Bros. Entertainment. It is being used without permission and no intent is being made to copyright any material herein. Summary: During, “The Last Ride,” otherwise known as the Current Season (15), Emily Winchester and Arthur Ketch get a few minutes to breathe, drink, and think. The music that inspired this particular piece is entitled, “Where the River Shannon Flows,” which is an older Irish folk song. ********** It was evening, and in a little motel which was across the board entirely a, “Winchester Special,” and nothing like the wealth to which he had grown accustomed, Arthur Ketch settled in with his companion, who sat patiently in the other bed, combing out her long black hair.

They had both chosen to forgo their Standard Nightcap, which consisted of two parts Jack, one part bourbon, and topped off neatly with whatever else they had on hand. It might have perhaps loosened tongues and inhibitions, but for once both Mr. Ketch and Miss Winchester needed both.

That wasn't to say drunk (or even slightly tipsy) relations would be unwelcome – just unwise. And so, Arthur admired her slender form from the other bed – the silvery runes which caught the light and made her skin shimmer just a little, as if she were made of moonlight. As if her lifeblood was that same pale light which was a reflection of the brighter sun. “When all this is over,” he began, making Emily's head come up, her bright green eyes trained on his darker ones, “what is it you wish to do?” “You mean, “if we survive,” am I right?” she corrected humorlessly as long fingers moved through ebony strands of hair, settling it into a loose braid at the side of her head. Emily often plaited her hair in this fashion, for the sake of convenience as much as anything else.

“If you want to be that way about it; yes,” was the simple reply. Neither Emily nor himself seemed to be unaware of the inherent danger they were currently facing. With one of if not THE most powerful being in the Universe having a personal vendetta against them, there was always a constant need to move.

However, this particular road was taking them toward a small town in Wisconsin. In a desperate plan and on a big hunch, Sam and Dean had recruited the witch Rowena to attempt a salvo for the sake of Humanity. As long as the Winchesters were breathing, they were fight to keep the Earth turning. Dean's logic had led him to the idea of attempting to find and then recruit the four Archangels, who may or may not have escaped the Empty (I mean, Hell itself had opened up right? That was bound to cause some rifts) and enlist the assistance of Amara, the one Being in the Universe who might be able to seal Chuck away, as she had been for millennia. Emily's eyes went ceiling-ward, and her mouth quirked in the concentration of thought. She exhaled heavily, preparing her answer.

“I think I'll go home,” she said.

“Home?” was Arthur's immediate query, surprise in his tone.

“Yeah,” mused Emily, her body relaxing as she kept her eyes directed upward, “you know I didn't live here all my life; right?”

“That – I was unaware of. In all the course of our time together, it never did come up.”

Emily chuckled a little, crossed her legs where she was, and turned her jade eyes on Arthur.

“Well; I didn't. A good deal of my life I grew up in Idris – the land of the ShadowHunters. But – I also spent a lot of time in Ireland. That's where my mother's people came from – before they were Shadowhunters and had the blood of Angels. I remember the place well....”

Sensing a story or two, Ketch chose to relax, gazing upon her as he settled in to listen.

“Some of the greenest land you've ever seen.... not many trees, but by the river... oh, the willow trees on the banks just dipped their long branches into the water. And the water was clear and cool – sweet on the tongue. And fish – there were a few small fish that would swim in the water. My cousins and I would play in that water and hang from the sturdier poplars that grew there. And the earth was rich and black and grass.... so green. It's not called the Emerald Isle for no reason.” “I imagined not,” Arthur murmured softly as he allowed her to continue.

“The house we lived in was smaller than the estate in Idris... a cottage in some ways really – with the old thatch roof and the old stone walls that told stories of the land. Uncle never farmed the land, but – ah, he knew where to go for peat to make fires when we stayed there for Christmas. It was small – just a few rooms, a main room, and then the kitchen. But we all fit comfortable. The wind would move through that tall grass in Summer and oh – it looked just like an ocean.”

Continuing to listen, Emily's words began to act like some sort of lullaby – or maybe it was because he was genuinely tired – that Arthur's eyes drifted closed as she spoke, smiling just a little at the lilt of Irish that came into her voice.

“That cottage has some of my favorite memories,” she said, “and maybe – if we can make it – and somehow, you know, don't die – I'd like to try and get back there someday.”

Behind his own eyelids, Arthur could picture clearly how beautiful the place Emily spoke of was and would be. He could see high, rolling hills to compliment her river and the willow trees on the bank, which were tall and strong and by now had grown down into the waters. He saw the grass moving like the waves of the ocean in his mind's eye, and for the first time in a long time, he felt peace.

“I'll take you there,” he said suddenly, making Emily looked at him, a soft inquiring sound leaving her.

“I'll take you back there,” he said, moving to take her hands and kissing them in a pledge, “I swear to you, that if we survive this – I will take you back there. And you don't have to stay there alone.”

#supernatural #fanfiction #arthur ketch

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thewnchstrs · 6 years

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Runaway

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Pairing: SamXchild!reader, DeanXniece/nephew!reader

Disclaimers: ANGST

Word Count: 2,344

A/N: I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible since most of my fics are female-based!

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When you’re a Winchester, the pressure to prove yourself is extremely daunting, especially when you’re too young to hunt alone but too old to be as naïve as to not believe in what’s really out there.

Dad and uncle Dean had been out of a case for nearly a month, nothing coming up on their radar, which was worrying to say the very least. Not so much as a suspicious death to show up on the internet flashed any neon signs that there could be something for them to be concerned with.

Dad liked having the break, that much I could tell. He seemed less tense, not always hunched over that damned computer of his. Uncle Dean, on the other hand, was practically scaling the walls of the bunker, desperate to kill something.

I knew this was my chance. I had just turned seventeen- an age that most hunters would’ve scoffed at. Starting your hunting career a year before adulthood is nearly taboo, but not exactly unheard of. If I was able to find a successful lead to a hunt, dad would have to let me go.

I never really understood why he never let me go on my own when him and Dean have been hunting since they were nearly half my age. I’ve done target practice, floor training, hand to hand combat, all of it concluding with dad telling me how good I was at it all. I begged him for years to let me put my training into practice but he’d shot me down every time without so much as an explanation. Today, however, I was not going to take no for an answer.

I’d spent hours on end sitting on my bed scrolling through newspaper article after newspaper article trying to find something to get the ball rolling. I was nearly on the edge of giving up after nearly 4 hours of reading about death when an article from a Wisconsin paper made me pause, my heart soaring as I read the headline: 28-year-old Suspected Murderer On The Loose

At first, I’d figured this wasn’t our kind of thing, just a sick guy who’d gotten away from police. However, as I looked closer at the mugshot pictured just beneath the headline, the man’s eyes seemed to be reflecting the light of the camera’s flash.

“Bingo,” I smiled at the obvious shapeshifter. I nearly flung myself off of my bed, running toward dad’s room down the hall, my socks sliding as I came to a stop, throwing his door open.

He flipped over onto his back, turned the light on and pointed his gun at me all in one swoop, his posture visibly relaxed once he’d realized it was only me. “Jesus, Y/N, what do you think you’re doing-“

“No time for that,” I said quickly, flopping down onto his bed as I showed him the laptop screen. “I found a case.”

He squinted at the picture, quickly noticing the man’s abnormal eyes. He studied the picture for a few minutes before darting his eyes to meet mine. “Alright, well, uncle Dean and I will get started on it tomorrow.”

He began tucking his gun back under his pillow, obviously uninterested. However, I was not about to throw away my shot. “No, no, I found this case- I should be the one to take care of it.”

Instantly, he shook his head, his long hair flinging forward and backwards. “Nope, sorry kid not happening.”

“Dad-”

“I said no, Y/N.” he said, sternly, his eyebrows raised in emphasis letting me know he was serious. “I don’t want you hunting, you know that.”

“But why,” I question. This peaked his interest- I’d never crossed him before, never questioned his reasoning for keeping me in the dark with what him and uncle Dean did for a living. “Why are you keeping me out of this?”

Dad sighed, sitting up farther in bed. “I promised your mother I would keep you out of the life, alright? I told her I’d keep you safe and that as long as you were with me, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“It’s in my blood, I- I’m a Winchester, we’ve been doing this for hundreds of years-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said, shaking his head. “I can’t break my promise to her. Once you’re in this life...there’s no way out of it.”

I sighed, bringing my eyes to his from where they’d been focused on the wooden floors. I nearly slammed the lid of the computer as I stood up, getting ready to leave the room.

“Y/N, come back-”

“No,” I said, turning back to him. I slowly shook my head, it wasn’t fair. “I’m going on this hunt, whether you like it or not.”

Before he could say anything else, I’d already turned, making my way down the hall toward Dean’s room, pushing the door open and snatching his weapons bag off of his dresser.

“Wha’ ya doin’?” he asked, half asleep, his face half buried in his pillow.

“You’re dreaming,” I said as I filled the bag and he settled back into his bed without a second thought.

“Okay...g’night.”

After I’d filled the bag, I slung it over my shoulder and back to my bedroom where I began lacing up my shoes when dad came barging in, “where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m taking care of this hunt, and I’m going alone.” I picked the bag up off of the floor, leaving the room when he grabbed my upper arm, making me whip around to him. “Let go of me!”

“I’m not letting you go by yourself, Y/N!” He nearly shouted.

“Why not?!” I yelled back, yanking my arm from his grip. “Prior to popular belief, I can take care of myself! I don’t need you!”

“You’re a child, Y/N! You won’t survive five minutes out there alone!” He screamed, his face going red. I had never seen him like this- never expected him to blow up. Dean, of course. I’ve seen him throw things across the room, but this- this was a new occurrence. From behind him, Dean came out of his room, looking up and down the hallway before standing shocked at the scene. Dad, towering over me, veins popping out of his neck in anger as he pointed an accusatory finger at me, “I’d like to see you try to do the things I’ve done, to even go out there and shoot a straight shot because you can’t do it! You will never be able to do what we do!”

The bunker seemed like it was submerged underwater once he’d finished screaming. His echoing voice ceasing to nothing as he rubbed a hand down his face.

“Screw you.” I shoved the bag into his arms as I passed him and back into my room, slamming the door behind me.

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We avoided each other for days, not looking or speaking to each other, only sparing glances as we passed in the hallways or when we’d cross paths in the library. We made it a point to stay at least fifty feet away from each other at all times.

Uncle Dean hated it, always having to tip toe around us as if we were landmines. One wrong move and the whole place would be blown to holy hell.

“You two need to make up.” he said, eyeing me from across the table of the library, his feet kicked up onto the table with a beer in his hand. “I hate this whole silent treatment thing. And for the first time, it doesn’t include me!”

“I’m not apologizing,” I said, flipping through the book in front of me. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow at me.

I clenched my jaw, looking up at him, “what? You think this is all on me? Did you miss the part where he told me I couldn’t shoot a damn target if it slapped me in the face?”

“He didn’t say that-”

“Close enough,“ I said, shaking my head. “So are you on his side or something? Shocker.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side, so you better watch that mouth of yours.” He said, sternly, pointing to me with his beer. “You’re both in the wrong, alright? He shouldn’t have blown up on you, but you shouldn’t have pushed him over the edge.”

“I just want to hunt, why does that make me the bad guy?”

“It doesn’t, it just...your dad loves you. You know that right? He loves you more than life itself and he doesn’t want to lose you. That’s why he’s so strict about hunting. Your dad and I, we’ve seen each other die more times than I can count. I don’t know what he’d do if you got hurt.” he said, shaking his head at just the thought of it. “And your mom...that was her one wish. She didn’t want you dragged into this life. Your dad panicked when you said you were leaving. Nearly scared him half to death that he didn’t know what to do.”

I played with the pages of the book, flipping them with my fingers. “I never wanted to upset him. It’s just that...seeing you guys and what you do...you’ve saved the world, and I- I want to be a part of that. I don’t want to sit on the sidelines anymore. I didn’t mean to scare him.”

“Then tell him that.” Uncle Dean said. “You can’t avoid him forever.”

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“Knock knock,” I said, tapping on the doorframe of the control room where dad was working on a computer. “What are you doing? We’ve never used this thing.”

He seemed slightly shocked we were suddenly on talking terms. However, he didn’t hesitate as he knocked a fist on the ancient device. “Thought we could fix her up, maybe use it for security.”

I nodded, leaning against the wall as he went back to working. I tossed around all the things I wanted to say, but before I could, he spoke up first.

“Did you know, when you were probably four or five you tried running away?”

I sat confused, racking my memory. “No.”

He laughed lightly, smirking at the long ago thought. “Yeah...I told you that you couldn’t have gummy worms for dinner. You wouldn’t stop fighting me on it, so I sent you to your room. You know what you did? You packed a bag.” he laughed, “full of things you had in your room- your stuffed animals, your little toy guitar Dean had gotten you, some coloring books. You were ready to move out.”

I smiled slightly, times haven’t changed much, I guess. “Then what happened?”

“You left the bunker without me even knowing. Went through the garage and everything. God, I was worried sick.” he shook his head as he looked up at me, his eyes sad. “I thought I’d lost you...one minute you were there and the next-”

He stopped, his eyebrows cinched together. I bit the inside of my lip, unable to imagine how scared he was.

“We searched this whole place for you, from top to bottom we searched. Even uncle Bobby and uncle Cas helped. We were all so worried...Then, I took the Impala out, drove to your favorite park-”

“The one with the twisty slide?”

He smiled, nodding. “The one with the twisty slide...and sure enough, there you were. Sitting in the rocks. You looked so sad, your pockets were stuffed full of dandelions we were finding them in the washer for weeks. You had the biggest tears on your cheeks. But, Jesus I had never been so happy to see those tears.”

My heart broke as he recalled that day, the way his voice wavered as he talked about the fear that coursed through his veins. The relief he’d felt when he’d found me.

“That’s what I thought about the other night when you wanted to leave.” He lifted his sad eyes up to mine. “You had your bag, but this time, you didn’t have your stuffed animals or your coloring books...that heavy bag full of guns and holy water and salt. In my eyes you were still that same four year old kid who tried to leave. And I- I never wanted to feel that again. Never wanted to worry whether or not you were alive while you were gone.”

I swallowed past the large lump in my throat. “I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t want to hurt you, I was just, mad, I guess. I’ve always hated not being able to help you guys...to be forced to just watch while you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. I just want to be able to help carry some of the load.”

We sat silently for a while, dad examining the tools that were next to him. “I know, and, I should’ve never yelled at you like I did. I want to protect you, but I know that I can’t be around forever...that you need to learn how to protect yourself.”

I squinted my eyes in confusion, not wanting to get my hopes up for what I thought he was going to tell me. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...” he sighed, “I want you to learn how to fight better. How to shoot a gun, but no hunting yet. Not until you’re ready-”

“That works for me,” I beamed, throwing my arms around him. He rubbed a hand up my back. “Thank you.”

When we pulled away, he smiled. “You know, you’re right. You’re not a kid anymore, are you?”

“No, but...I’ll always be your kid.” I laughed as I hugged him again.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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Huntress- Part Sixteen: Wayward Daughters

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E16 so warning: SPOILERS

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Perched on the table, your legs swinging underneath you shared a bored look with Uncle Dean as he paced the room. Your Dad had his arms folded, but hadn’t given up yet. You knew Mick would come, he’d never turn his nose up at a meeting with the Winchesters- you could only dream.

“That’s it I’m waiting in the car-” Uncle Dean declared, readying himself to leave. Only, Dad stopped him. “Wait, come on-”

“No. Okay I didn’t sign up for this reporting for duty crap!”

“Just wait.” You sighed, not bothering to deal with any conflict. “Sorry I’m late.” Mick’s voice made Uncle Dean turn round, shooting him a frown. “My report ran over. Everything’s been a bit hectic till uh...well,” he glanced down at the blood stain “Well. Best not to dwell.” “Must be so hard for you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, enough. What’s the deal?” Dad silenced the argument before i escalated any further.

“Case in Wisconsin. Looked like an animal attack. The girl’s in the hospital, but her brother lost his heart. We recon it’s a werewolf.” “That left a survivor?” You raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it got scared before it could finish the job?” Uncle Dean suggested. Mick shook his head doubtfully “Perhaps but it usually takes more than just a fright to put a werewolf off it’s meal.” “The hell do you know that?” Uncle Dean scoffed. “I studied them at Kendrick’s.” “Kendrick’s?” Dad echoed.

“It’s where British Hunters train. Kinda like Hogwarts.” You explained. “Cool.” “Not cool.” You countered.

“The case sounds easy enough.” Uncle Dean shrugged, ignoring any more points to be made. “Then you won’t mind if I tag a long?” Mick tilted his head, aware he’d get some serious reactions out of that statement. You snorted, “Nice one, mate.”

“Mick, hunting isn’t really what you’re suited for...” Dad was trying to be a little more nicer about it than you had been. “There was a reason Mum never taught you.” You smirked- no doubt offending him in the process.

“I’m a fast learner.” He remarked “Our team were thinkers. We need to be ready for whatever happens next.

“One moment.” Uncle Dean threw his head back, gesturing for you and Dad to have a “talk” about it. When you were outside he rolled his eyes “No way this is happening.” “Dean, these people have some serious knowledge.” “I have that same knowledge, though!” You protested. “Y/N’s right. Besides, you can’t learn this crap in a book. You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun and you go out there and you get good fast or you get dead faster.” “He might come in handy.” “What if he get’s himself killed?” “I heard that.” Mick appeared at his side, making Uncle Dean back away a little from him: “Good.”

Unfortunately, Mick was in the back of the Impala next to you so you sat on one side, staring at your phone screen. To add to the excitement, Mick had one of his stupid podcasts playing. Sure, you liked interesting facts, but this was just torture. “Had to listen to one of his podcasts?” Uncle Dean frowned at his brother. Mick paused it, not wanting to miss anything. “It’s educational. Besides, I’ve been wanting to listen to this one.” Dad sighed. “And there I was beginning to think you weren’t so bad.” You rolled your eyes, getting a smile from your Uncle.

After they continued to argue over hunting, you took a headphone out and decided to see if it was worth getting into. “I’d take a handful of silver bullets any day over that crap!” “That crap, meant that the last werewolf seen in England was in the 20s.” Mick sassed. You mimicked Mr K’s posh accent “The last serious werewolf case in the United Kingdom was in 1923. I can’t believe you listen to him.” “Thank you for that, Ketch.” Mick rolled his eyes. "Any time, Davis.” You sassed.

“Were they all evil?” Dad asked, going back to the werewolves. “I’m sorry?” “Well not all werewolves are. We had a friend who was bitten, but he learnt to control it. Alongside lots of others.” “Werewolf’s are natural born killers. Monster’s don’t just stop becoming monsters.” “Mick-” You wanted to stop him, but he kept going. “They live to kill!” “Not everything’s in black and white you know.” You sighed.

Mick might have ignored you. Or perhaps he didn’t care: “Turn here.”

After flicking through endless lore books on all sorts of mythology, Dad, Uncle Dean and Mick arrived back from the hospital. They’d gone for more information, but it felt like they’d gone for a holiday at the speed they were taking things. They got in and began to explain what had happened. “She wasn’t bitten?” You were surprised to hear that “You sure?” “Positive.” Mick didn’t look at you when he spoke. “So now what?” “Well. You remember Jody?” Dad turned in his seat a little to face you. “The Sheriff Hunter?” “That’s her. She has two uh...adopted daughters. One of them, Claire Novak, is here working on the case. She’s gotta be about your age actually.” “Novak?” You repeated it, you could have sworn you’d heard that name somewhere before. “Isn’t that...Cas’ vessel’s name?” “Yeah...” Uncle Dean nodded “How did you know that?” “He told me.” You shrugged.

Not that you’d admit it, you were excited to meet another Hunter your age. You just hoped she wasn’t a jerk...but, if Jody brought her up how bad could she be?

You sat down next to Dad on the sofa, Dean sitting the other side of you. Opposite was who must have been Claire. She had long blonde hair and the sort of eyes that changed from blue to green. She wore a jacket like yours, only it was green. She had the Hunter look for sure. Her head tilted and eyes furrowed in your direction “Who are you?” She asked.

“Y/N.” You answered, not sure what else to say. “Claire, this is my daughter.” Dad explained. Her eyes widened and she smiled a little “Daughter?” “Sup.” You nodded. “Your accent...British, right?” “Which one?” You rolled your eyes. “There’s more than one?” “Yeah-lots.” “Oh...sorry.” You smiled “That’s cool.”

“You hunt?” She asked, obviously curious. “Duh.” You smirked, making her smile.

“Beers all round.” Mick appeared, placing beers down on the table. “Who are you?” Claire was now even more confused. “Mick Davis. British Men Of Letters.” Mick took her hand, shaking hers and his at the same time. “Long story.” Dean sighed. “Long story.” You agreed.

You and Claire both reached for a beer when Dad and Uncle Dean stopped you. “No.” They both said, dragging the bottles away from your grasp. You both shared a look before sitting back.

“Either way. That alibi...massive lie.” Claire continued. “Hayden’s Mom said the same thing.” Dad nodded. “Where was she?” “Local dive bar. Eating trash...anyway she was on a date. But the guy was a total douche-bag. Motorcycle, weird-ass hair, snarky...grabby.” “Grabby?” Uncle Dean echoed, he did not like the sound of that. “I’m a big girl,” Claire assured him “I handled it.”

“Better call it a night.” Mick rose, having barely been seated for a minute. “It’s 5:30.” You frowned. “My reports due in at six sharp. Nice meeting you.”

You watched him go, becoming more and more suspicious but it was too ealy to say anything. “So...” Claire spoke up “Your foreign exchange student it totally lame.” “Which one?” Uncle Dean joked. You hit his side, making him almost drop his beer. “Ow!”

“Anyway,” Dad cleared his throat “Why aren’t you with Jody?” “She’s busy with Sheriff stuff. Said to call if anything came up.” ‘Sheriff stuff’ sounded incredibly vague to you.

You watched in fascination as Claire dressed herself up to look twice her age. “Why do you keep staring at me?” “How?” You asked in amazement. “It’s so I pass as FBI. Why what do you usually do?” “Wait in the car...” You admitted, realising how pathetic that sounded. “That sucks.” She chuckled “Come here, I’ll show you.”

The Hospital was pretty big with endless corridors and hallways, but you found your way to the right room. Last night Hayden, who was in the hospital before, had died.” “Any idea what happened to her?” “The autopsy isn’t till tomorrow...it’s hard to tell. Perhaps a heart attack.” “At her age?” You asked, well aware she was probably similar age to you. “Well...yeah that’s what’s weird. Also, when we first found her she had gashes all along her arms. Now...” The Doctor pulled back the sheets to reveal her bare arms. There was no sign of any sort of wounds.

“Excuse me.” The Doctor left the room, leaving you all to ponder over the case. “What the hell?” Claire started off with the same words that had been running through your mind since you’d arrived. “What if she...turned?” Dad suggested. “I guess that would explain how she healed...but then how did she die? And you said she wasn’t bitten.” You pointed at Mick who stuttered for words. “Not that I saw.”

“None of this is making any sense.” Uncle Dean shook his head.

“But if she did turn then that means the werewolf wanted her turned.” Mick suggested. “So it’d have to be friends...family...” “Someone from the bar.” Claire finished.

“Okay, Sam, you and Claire go talk to the girl she was supposed to be crashing with. Me and Mick’ll hit the bar. Y/N, pick a side.” You rolled your eyes and followed on after your Dad.

Claire grabbed her headphones from the back of the car before putting her hand on the door handle. “Okay, so you wait here.” She ordered your Dad, making you chuckle. “What?” “You really think she’s gonna want to talk to some old skeezer...or us.” “She’s got a point, Dad.”You patted his shoulder before spelling aloud “B r b.”

After getting the information you needed from her friend you headed back out, only you paused in the doorway. “You coming?” Claire raised an eyebrow, turning round. “I will be. Just need to uh...make a phone call.” You said, heading round the back. “Okay.”

You hovered over the caller ID before pressing “call”. It rang for quite some time, reaching the point where you almost didn’t think they were going to pick up. “Y/N? What’re you doing?” He answered. “You called me yesterday,” You began “Why do you keep calling me?” “I can’t say it to your face..your Dad might overhear me and then that’ll just spark even more questions.” “So what if he does hear you? All you do is say dumb stuff.” You sighed. “I’m sorry. I should never have intruded on your family.” He sighed. “You keep saying that. In every damn voice mail you’ve left.” You snapped. “I’m fed up. Just say it to me. It’s ridiculous! We see each other every other bloody day and you ignore me. But the moment you’re not near me you call up to say sorry for everything!” “You’re right...I’m not as brave as you.” “I swear to God the next time you call me I’m going find you and throw your phone off a cliff. Stop it. Stop leaving voicemails I never listen to and stop apologising. I don’t care anymore.” “Y/N...” “Mick. Grow up.”

You hung up. Fed up of Mick calling you. So what if he had things to say? If they were that important he’d say them to your face. He’d left those messages a few months back...he kept apologising and you’d had enough. When you turned the corner you were greeted with the sight of Claire walking off in a huff from your Dad. Oh boy. “What did you say?” You asked, looking impressed he’d managed to piss her off that quickly. “Jody thinks she’s looking at colleges.” Dad sighed. “And?” You shrugged, earning a shocked look. “And?!” “Yeah. If she wants to hunt she wants to hunt. She’s not stupid.” “I know. It’s just not as simple as that.” “It should be.” You sighed.

You were about to add to your point when you noticed he wasn’t fully convinced, but froze when a cry of pain erupted from the nearby woodlands. After worriedly glancing at your Dad, the pair of you leapt into action.

You raced down towards the noise, fiddling with the inside of your jacket t grab your knife from the pocket. Only, when you reached the incident there was no obvious threat. “Claire!” Dad shouted, kneeling down beside her and clutching her close to him. She was still just coming out from an unconscious state, her eyes blinking into reality. You knelt down in front of her and examined her for wounds. Your eyes landed on her shoulder. The army-green jacket had a rip where the rims of the tear where dyed crimson. Blood was pouring from the scratch...no...bite

“Dad...” You managed, trying not to make it anymore painful for her. Dad glanced down to where you were looking and his face fell. “Oh God...”

“How long do I have?” Claire’s shaken voice filled the tense air. “Sometimes it takes a full moon and sometimes it just takes time.” Dad answered. “Can I help?” Mick asked. “Stay out!” Uncle Dean snapped. “I understand you’re angry-” Dad didn’t let him finish “Listen. You killed a kid. We’re not angry we’re done!” Mick turned his helpless eyes to you and you glared back “Don’t look at me I’m not helping you.” You spat, drawing your attention back to Claire. You sat down next to her and peeled the bandage back a little, examining her wound like you could help.

It had worsened considerably more since you’d last seen it. Now a deep red with swelling purples surrounding the teeth marks. You stuck it back over, patting her back gently. “Listen to me,” Uncle Dean knelt down in front of her and clasped hold of her hand. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but you can live with this.” He assured her. Claire shook her head, “No...not me.” “All you have to do is lock yourself up a couple nights a month. Other than that you’ll be just you.” He carried on, ignoring her protests. “Dean listen to me!” She cried, making him stop “I can barely keep it together on a good day. I don’t want to hurt Jody...or Alex...I’d rather die.”

You watched her eyes glisten with tears as she spoke, her hands shaking a little. You understood her completely, if you ever reached that a point in your life you know which route you’d take.

“Mick...there’s an experiment...it says here one out of nine subjects were cured.” Dad read over your shoulder. “That experiment was on mice. It doesn’t work.” Mick sighed, but when he saw Uncle Dean’s stern glare he explained “We experimented with the blood of some werewolves.” “You can reverse the early stages in rodents.” You piped up “Not humans.” “How do you know?” Uncle Dean snapped, angry you were so against the idea. “Because we tested on a human once.” Mick answered for you. “And?” Dad pushed, his eyebrows raising expectantly. “She died in agony.” You whispered, not looking anyone on the eye.

Claire hadn’t given up, it seemed: “Second time lucky?” “No.” Uncle Dean stated “You don’t get a vote in this.” “It’s my life.” Claire protested “I get all the votes.” “Sam...Y/N...wanna back me up here?” “It’s her life.” Dad agreed. “Don’t, Claire.” You sided with Uncle Dean, not wanting Claire to die the same way the last one did. She glared at you “Why should you get a say and not me?” “Because I’ve seen what happens.” You argued, trying not to shout at her. “That was one time.” She scoffed. “Please.” You were out of reasons “You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“Okay....what do we need?” Uncle Dean changed his tune, having decided. You stared at him in shock, feeling very much in a corner. Mick hesitated “Uh...blood from the werewolf that bit her.” “Okay, me and Sam’ll go. Y/N, you stay here and make sure he doesn’t kill again.” Uncle Dean pointed at Mick. You nodded reluctantly, you couldn’t believe they were actually going along with this. When the door closed you slumped back in the chair, lost for words and to tired to say anything if you knew what to say.

After a few minutes of silence Claire spoke up- “Why are you so against this idea?” “Like I said, I’ve seen it happen. It didn’t end well. Not for anyone.” You sighed, sharing a worried glance with Mick. Then, you got angry. “Why did you tell them. If you’d have kept your stupid mouth shut none of this would have happened!” You shouted at him. “I-I didn’t mean...” “Shut up! I’m fed up with you and your-” Your rant was broken by Claire hissing of pain, she stumbled over some furniture as she tried to turn in the mirror to see her bite-mark. You held your tongue, forcing yourself into silence so she didn’t feel anymore stressed. “This is your fault.” You murmured before helping Claire.

“It burns!” She managed through her deep breaths. The three of you watched as her wounds began to heal- she was beginning to turn. “Claire, we need to tie you up so you don’t hurt anyone and so we don’t have to hurt you, okay?” You said calmly.

She ignored you and reached for the gun, Mick grabbed it in the nick of time and held it out in front of himself. “Please, you don’t understand.” Claire hissed through the pain “It’s happening. Give it to me!” “No.” You froze. You didn’t know what to do anymore. Death by a bullet would be less painful than what was to come...but what if she was right? What if it did work? “Then you do it!” She begged. Her desperate eyes then fell on your gun in your pocket “Or you! If you want me dead so bad!” “That’s not what I want...Mick put the gun down.” You ordered him. “I know a man that would shoot you right now without second thought. Every instinct I have tells me to do the same...but my instincts haven’t been so grand of lately...” You listened curiously as Mick explained “So sit down. I’m not gonna shoot you.” You offered your hand as she stumbled towards the sofa, helping her sit down. She didn’t let go.

“With any luck, when you wake up this will all be over.” Mick trid to reassure her as he put everything together ready to restrain her. “If I wake up.” Claire corrected.

A loud crash tore your attention away from her as a man with a skull mask opened up the doors. “Stay back!” Mick shouted. He attempted to shoot the man with his pistol, but the man was much quicker. He dodged and slammed his fist into Mick’s head, making him unconscious. You and Claire shared a worried look, she smashed a vase onto his head, but it didn’t seem to phase him. You reached for your gun yet realised halfway that this must be a werewolf. Bullets meant nothing and you were out of silver. That hesitation was your mistake, a heavy object smashed into the side of your head and you were out cold.

“Claire!” A familiar shout dragged you into reality. “…Y/N!” You felt two strong arms haul you up off the floor, forcing you to look into their eyes. “Dad..” You groaned, feeling the dried blood on the side of your head. “What happened?” He asked, running a thumb over your wound. You winced but didn’t complain as he made sure you were okay “The wolf…I think he took her.” “Three versus one and you couldn’t stop him!” Uncle Dean shouted. He wasn’t just angry at Mick but you as well. “Dean, come on. That’s not fair.” You ignored your Uncle. “We need to find her.” You tried to ignore the pain on the side of your head as you dragged yourself up, not accepting the help from your Dad.

“I put a tracker in her pocket.” Mick said. “You planted a bug on her?!” Dad shouted in disbelief, making you flinch a little. “You can kill me after we find Claire.”

Ready for a fight, you charged into the building. Dad went straight for the werewolf, tackling him to the floor. You followed Uncle Dean to where Claire was tied up, only as he reached for the rope you grabbed onto his jacket and tugged him back. “She’s turned!” You warned over the timpani of clatters. She growled, her sharp teeth and bright eyes revealing how there was no more Claire. Despite her reins she broke free and lunged at the pair of you. Immediately, Uncle Dean stepped out in front of you and threw her against the cabinets behind. “Sorry, kid.” He apologised.

A blur appeared in your peripheral vision and you ducked just in time, parrying to the left before kicking the wolf away from you. You then leapt over to where a gun, fully loaded with silver bullets, was lying. You reached for it in a panic, cocking it and aiming. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

The shot rang out, followed by the wolf collapsing in front of you. You watched as it fell to the floor, the needle still sticking out of it’s neck. You handed Mick his gun back without bothering to look at him. He took it before kneeling down next to the werewolf, taking out the needle to extract the blood.

“Move.” You warned him, watching as Claire began to waken. He side-stepped away, joining your Dad and Uncle. “Is that thing ready?” Uncle Dean barked. “Ready.” Mick handed it to him, stepping away once more. Just as she fully regained consciousness she lunged at Dad, who blocked, allowing Uncle Dean to inject the blood. She hunched over in agony before staring upwards, her eyes somehow even more yellow than before. Somewhere between a scream and a growl erupted from her throat before she collapsed.

You couldn’t bare this any longer. Minutes, that felt more like years, of watching as Claire shook and cried out and shifted and screamed. You tore your eyes away. This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

“I need some air.” Uncle Dean mumbled then left the room.

You held your head in your hands, not wanting to watch any longer.

Her cries grew louder as she adjusted her position in a constant cycle. She growled and hissed and cried. She whined and groaned and jolted. She twisted and shouted and…

She fell still.

You glanced up, Dad managed a quiet “Claire?” before raising his voice “Dean.”

Uncle Dean walked back in, he noticed your pale face, your Dad’s blank stare and the silence. His eyes fell on Claire’s still body and his heart sank.

A small murmur made you properly look up. You watched in amazement as her sharp claws retracted and her body stirred. Claire’s eyes, her eyes, opened slowly. “You guys look like crap.”

The drive back to the Bunker was silent on your part. You half listened as the brothers upfront bickered about nonsense and lightly argued over small-talk. You didn’t wear headphones. Your eyes followed the scenery outside back and forth along the roadside, but your mind was elsewhere.

You barely noticed that you’d made it home until the slam of Uncle Dean’s door dragged you back to reality. “You coming, kid?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. ‘no’ you wanted to say, thinking about curling up into a ball and falling asleep there and then just to prove a point: “...Yeah.”

Part 17: Power

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American Victorious Twilight winx titans phantom book 1

Authors note -

Sorry for the long wait for A new stories don't hurt me! ( hides behind Danny)

this is based off A Larping thing me and my friends do.

MY FIRST CROSSOVER YES!

Danny Phantom Season 4 crossovers

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING THEY ARE OWNED BY WHAT they're OWNED BY COPYRIGHT IS Nick, Disney, Rainbow,4 kids TV, cartoon network/boomerang, Summit Entertainment.

DP Winxclub ADJ L Victorious Twilight, Teen Titans

this has nothing to do with any of my other stories so Dani hasn't returned yet.

Danny - I HAVE COUSINS OTHER THAN DANI!

Me - Yes now shut up and let's get to it

Some are introduced before others

I've been trying really hard and I think I got the writing down, let me know thanks.

Post PP

6 months after PP

and after

ADJL Series Final

Twilight American Winx Titans Victorious Phantom

No one's POV

Amity Park

It was A Typical Normal Day In Amity Park. Kids heading to School People heading to work.Ghosts attacking, What!.? that's not normal?! you ask. Well, it is to me you see Amity Park is the most haunted city in the world.How do we protect ourselves you say?

Well we don't protect ourselves you see Danny Phantom does who revealed himself to being Danny Fenton the son of professional ghost hunters ironic, isn't it? He saved the planet from the Disasteroid and revealed his secret to the world. So let's see how he's doing.

Danny's Pov

Sam and I were walking to my house after our date at the Amity Bowling Alley, I won by two. It was Friday so that meant date night for us.It's just not as private since I revealed myself after the Disasteroid Incident. The Camera crew of Amity Park News was A few feet ahead of us. Which meant the Paparazzi and Fans weren't far behind. I grabbed the mail As we entered Fenton Works. Scheming through the mail I noticed A specific one with A Chinese symbol of A Dragon on it. It was addressed to my Mother. Sam looked at me concerned, I must have spaced out. ''What is it? she asks, ''A Letter addressed to my Mom.''What's that Emblem on the Envelope?. ''A Dragon I say still examining the Envelope, she gave me A bewildered look.'' I don't understand either maybe I should give this to my Mom and ask Questions later. Sam nodded in agreement and we headed down to the Lab.

New York

Jake's POV

''Yo Mom what's with All the Packing! I asked as I entered the house and stared at all the Clothing around the Living room.''We have A Family reunion at Aunt Kathy's my annoying goody-goody little sister Hailey said glancing up from her book. ''Whaaaat, I say glancing at my Mom. ''Now Jake I know you don't care for your Aunt Kathy or cousin Gregory.''Which I quite frankly agree with you about. '' But It would be A good gesture, besides certain family members I haven't seen In A long time will hopefully be there.''Who Mommy? my sister says in her little perky annoying voice. ''My Sister's Maddie Fenton, Miriam Sparks, and Alisha Wu.'' I haven't seen them in years. '' If you saw them you wouldn't think we were related. She said chuckling slightly.''We never told you this but your Grandmother was American. ''She was born here not one ounce of Chinese in her blood. ''Wow Mommy! that's interesting ! ''right Jake? said, Hailey. ''Ya whateves,' I said.''When are we leaving? ''Next Saturday she tells me. ''Do you know if they have any kids?Hailey asks our Mom with excitement in her voice. ''Probably honey but maybe around Jake's age. I saw my Eleven-year-old sis bow her head in sorrow before I said goodbye. ''Alright I'm gonna head over to Gramps shop see yaz. I tell her before heading out then Dragoning up and heading to Gramps shop.

AmityPark

Danny's POV

'' Mom? you down here?! I yelled down the kitchen stairs that led down to my Parent's Lab. '' Yes Sweety. I hear her say. As we head down to the Lab, where we saw her in her usual Jumpsuit with Hood and goggles on, tinkering with the Spector deflector. I shuddered hoping she modified it to work with me than against me. ''Uh?Mom? I yelled over Mom's fire flare. ''Sam and I just got here and I got the mail and theirs one that really got our attention! I finally got my Mom's attention when she stopped what she was doing and took off her hood to look at me with those Amethyst eyes. ''What got your attention? she asked. ''This letter it's addressed to you with some Dragon symbol on it. I said as I handed her the letter. .We waited while she opened and read the letter her eyes bulged as if something horrible happened. ''What's wrong Mom? I asked after two minutes of A very awkward silence. ''It's A letter from my Cousin Kathy theirs A Wu Family Reunion Next Monday and since it's Spring break we have time to pack but Knowing Susan she Probably already started packing. ''Really Should we start Packing? I said looking at her curiously. ''Yes it's Next Saturday.'' I'll tell your Sister when she gets home. ''Well Sam and I are going to go meet Tucker for patrol I said. ''Alright sweety Oh you still need to tell me and your Father how you became Half Ghost. ''I will after Patrol alright? I told her, ''Sure sweety she says. ''Bye Mom I said before grabbing Sam by the hand and leading her up the stairs. ''Bye Mrs. Fenton, Sam says as we head out the front door.

New York

Jake's POV

We were ready for the Reunion we just needed to pack all of Gramps Magical Mojo.''Yo G, I said while picking up A box.''What'sThe Deal with the Reunion! all of A sudden it's messing with my Schedule Rose and I were going to go on A Date? ''Young Dragon you and I both know that you as the American Dragon has many responsibilities even if it's sometimes not Dragon related. G told me.

in Jakes' head

It's hard to believe him he always looks like he's pulling something.

out of it but still spaced out

''Sometimes that includes Family get together's like this. ''Aya! '' Jake are you even listening to me! (back to Earth) ''Sorry G, it's just I don't want to see the same annoying Family we see every year. ''This reunion will be different young one. ''How? I asked. ''My Daughter's Alisha, Miriam, and Maddie may come this year. ''Why hadn't they come before. I asked. ''Alisha had no children and thought being A dragon was unuseful so she skipped her Generation like your Mother. ''Miriam and Aunt Maddie didn't but I don't think they use it much. ''But they have gifted Children Miriam with her Fairy abilities and Maddie with Brains much like your sister. ''Maddie went to Wisconsin University Where she met your Uncle Jack. ''Another son In law out of the Chinese line no Dragon powers. My Grandfather said disappointedly shaking his head.''Miriam went to Alfea school for Fairies. ''Wait wait wait fairies? as in this size fairies. I said demonstrating An inch the size of A toothpick. ''Well no human size but she can miniaturize. ''Did they have Children? I asked. ''They did Maddie and Jack has two kids Jasmine and Daniel Fenton. ''Really? ''Yes Jasmine is seventeen and Daniel is fifteen. ''Miriam soon left the Palace and Married King Oritel of the planet Sparks. '' ''Whaaaaat?'' King, Queen? I said confused by all means .''Oh, I forgot to mention you your sister and your Cousins are Royalty young one.''Sorry, we never told you but you were too young to understand. ''It's ok ''When's the Reunion? I asked. ''Next Saturday G said. ''Oh alright where's Fu? ''Out with A poodle G says. ''Of course, I say. ''Well catch you later G. ''Goodbye young one. He says as I head out the door to head to my Date with Rose.

Amity Park

Danny's POV

''I'll miss you. Sam tells me as we were packing the R.V to head to the Airport to go to New York. ''I'll miss you too, I tell her. ''You sure you and Tuck can handle AmityPark without me for the weekend? ''Of course, Go mingle with your Family. ''Alright I love you. she tells me. '' I love you to tell her. She then grabs the collar of my shirt and gives me the most passionate kiss I had ever felt from her since we started our relationship.

''See you soon. she tells me. ''See you, I say getting into the R.V sitting next to my Sister, Just as the R.V started up and we rode off out of AmityPark heading to the Airport to head to New York to meet my Mom's side of the Family. I hope they don't think I'm odd because of my powers. Because I know they heard the News after I saved the Planet.

Jake's POV

''I'll miss you. My Girlfriend Rose tells me. ''I'll miss you too I tell her.

She gives me A kiss and leaves. ''Come on Jakaroo my Dad tells me If you want to meet your new Cousins you better hurry and get in the car. ''Dad? ''You Just Found out six months ago that you married into A Family of Magical Reptiles.''You really want to go diving head first into it. '' I mean they're probably going to freak when they find out you know. ''Mom what about the Dragon Council? ''Well Jake I just don't know she tells me. Awwww Maaaannn.

No one's POV

Little Did the Ghost Boy and the American Dragon knew is that Prince Aragon and the Dark Dragon would team up to defeat The American Dragon and the Infamous Danny Phantom.

Author's note

HURRAY! MY FIRST CHAPTER OF MY FIRST CROSSOVER YEAH! MORE WILL COME AND I PROMISE IT WILL GET BETTER. THANKS FOR READING REVIEW! DANNY AND JAKE WANT YA TO.

Jake - Dooooooooooo itttttt doooooooo it

Danny - you know you want to. We know you want to right Cuz?

Jake - Oh ya yo press that fav and follow button!

Danny - Press it press it press iiitt!

Box Ghost - BEWARE! Do not press the mysterious button of horror!

Danny - Press itttt! SHUT UP BOXGHOST! BE RIGHT BACK ( BEATS UP THE BOX GHOST IN 15 SECONDS AND SUCKS HIM IN THE THERMOS) WHERE WAS I OH YA PRESS THE BUTTONS!

#danny phantom #american dragon #winx club

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