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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 32: Heart ||

Luna isn’t sure what happened during the time Jungkook was walking Jin back to his room, but now she’s worried it wasn’t good. Despite her pleads, Jungkook refuses to come out of his bunny form and tell her what’s really on his mind. She’s tried poking, prodding, and tickling him to no avail.

“Why are you being so stubborn?” Luna fusses. “I thought we got past you hiding all the time. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what’s wrong.”

Still he won’t change back. He looks at her with his big eyes and can’t help but melt inside. The way she looks so concerned makes him hate that his inability to express himself is causing her so much worry. He just wants to hold her.

Luna gives up trying to get him out of his bunny form. She just hopes that whatever is bothering him, he’ll open up to her about it eventually. She lays down and pulls his soft body into her.

The next morning Luna wakes up with the little fur ball still nestled next to her. As much as she wants him to come out of it she can’t resist how irresistibly precious he is. She runs her fingers through his fur until he begins to stir awake.

Jungkook loves waking up to her soft touch. He loves opening his eyes and seeing her sweet face smiling back at him. He loves the way she whispers good morning to him. He loves her.

He had a hard time sleeping because the internal battle he was having wouldn’t allow him to rest. He finally told himself he would see how he felt in the morning. He could feel completely different after some sleep. But when he woke up all his heart could feel was love. All his eyes saw was love. Luna is love.

When he finally pulls himself out of hiding he suggested they go out for breakfast. He takes her to a new restaurant and lets her go wild ordering whatever she wants and however much she wants. He can’t stop smiling at her. She’s beautiful. She’s the only thing he can think about even while she’s sitting right in front of him.

“So,” Luna says pulling him out of his trance. “Are you going to tell me what happened last night?”

“Oh,” he remembers. He was hoping he wouldn’t remember and neither would she. The smile that had been painted across his face all morning has fallen as the memory of the conversation he had with his father replays in his mind. “It’s just, my dad as usual,” he says.

“As usual?” She knows it’s probably risky to have him explain further, but she hopes letting him vent a little will keep him from exploding later and causing another “natural disaster”, as Taehyung and Jimin described it.

“He saw me when I was walking back and started bitching about the same shit. It’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing? Like it was nothing when you showed up with that scratch on your face that still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s mostly healed.”

“You’re supposed to be able to heal instantly, no?”

“It’s like 95% healed.”

“It’s been almost a month!”

“The fucker just scratched me deep, that’s all.”

“He actually hurt you.”

“Nothing hurts me,” he lies.

“But that did, didn’t it?”

“Eat your food.”

“Do I need to call your mother?”

“With what? Your imaginary phone?”

“Fuck you, I’ll go get myself a phone.”

“With what money, you bum?” He laughs.

“You demon deer! I’ll find a way,” she pouts. She thinks a moment then softens her tone. “Jungkookie, can you get me a phone?”

“Wooooooww,” he chuckles. “You just called me a demon deer, and now you have the nerve to ask me to buy you a phone?”

“You’re the bestest demon deer in the entire universe,” she grins.

It’s that. That smile. That way she calls him a demon deer and he finds it endearing for some reason. He’ll buy her a phone. If she keeps looking at him like that then he’ll be ready to buy her the entire moon.

“You’re not going to get off that easily,” he says.

She looks at him and pouts her bottom lip out. “Please, Jungkookie.”

“Finish your food,” he chuckles. “I’ll think about getting you a phone if you’re nice to me.”

She pouts a moment longer then continues eating her food without protesting further. Afterwards he takes her for a walk along a nearby trail. It’s a small trail but it kills some time because Jungkook would rather circle this place with her a thousand times than go home where he knows his father would be waiting around any corner.

“Come here,” Jungkook says pulling her towards the woods they’re approaching along the trail. “I want to show you something.”

“In the woods?” Luna asks letting him take her along. “What do you want to show me here.”

“You’ll see,” he smiles taking her further into the trees.

“Should I be worried? Oh my god is this it? The moment you finally murder me and leave me in a hole you already have dug up out here?”

“What?” Jungkook asks stopping in his tracks. “What the hell type of movies have you been watching?”

“It happens,” she shrugs. “Some demon soul stealer gains the trust of some unsuspecting damsel, then one day he finally pounces and leaves her somewhere no one will find her.”

“The fuck?” He chuckles. “First of all, you’re not a damsel, just some weirdo I got stuck with. Second, why would I do something to you after spending so much time trying to save your life?”

“If you feel like you’re stuck then you can go. It’s not like you’re being forced to hang around me all the time.” she huffs folding her arms.

“Yes I am,” he smirks. “I have no choice.”

“Why is that?”

“Because,” he smiles standing toe to toe with her. He looks down at her confused face and he can’t hold it anymore. He slides his arms around her waist and pulls her into him. “I already fell in love with you.”

“You did what?” She asks surprised. “How? I mean why? No, I mean…what?”

“I’m in love with you, LuLu.” He holds her tighter so she can feel the way his heart is beating wildly. “I’m so…stupidly in love with you.”

“Stupid,” she chuckles lightly sliding her hands up his chest.

His confession has her burning up inside. She knew her feelings for him were strong, but the doubt about whether he felt the same remained in the back of her mind. She doubted him each day for no reason other than her own insecurities.

“You’ve risked so much to keep me alive,” she says looking up at him. “I thought you’d be done with me when I converted, but you never went away. You stayed up my ass like the pest you are.” She chuckles wrapping her arms around his neck. “If anyone is stupid, it’s me for ever doubting how you felt about me.” She brings her lips to his just barely touching. “I’m stupidly in love with you too.”

His heart is going insane now. The melody of her voice saying those words makes every other sound monotone. He holds her as tight as he can and kisses her so he can feel her words. He holds it for a while not caring about being able to breathe or anything. He only wants to keep the taste of her love on his lips.

The two of them stay there a moment chasing each other’s lips not even caring that they’re in the middle of some dark woods. If anything it makes them more carefree about where their hands and tongues travel. Luna suddenly finds her back against a tree and Jungkook’s body pressed so closely to hers. They’d both give anything to stay in this moment forever.

“Can you promise me something?” Jungkook whispers into her mouth when he finally manages to disconnect from her lips for a moment.

“What’s that?” She replies.

“I know you like to do things for yourself, but if my father even comes within 5 feet of you when I’m not around, promise you’ll let me know?”

“That’s a very specific request,” she chuckles. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to be around him without you anyway.”

“Good. Because I’ll kill him if he touches you.”

“Your own father?”

“For you. I’ll end him if it’s to keep you safe.”

“Do you tell all your girlfriends this?” She jokes.

“No. Just you. I’ve only promised this to one other person.”

“One other person? Who else are you willing to kill your father for?”

“My mom.”

Luna thinks back to Taehyung telling her about Jungkook catching his father cheating and nearly killing him because of it. She knows he’s serious. The unwavering look in his eyes proves how serious he is. She’s flattered, but also scared. Minseok seems to be relentless in making sure Jungkook and her don’t stay together. Actually, he seems relentless in controlling Jungkook in general. Luna would hate for Jungkook to face whatever consequences would be brought up if he were to actually kill his father.

“I promise I’ll let you know,” she responds. “But can you promise me that you won’t do anything that will get you in trouble? Don’t get sent to jail or whatever happens to murderers in this world.”

“How would I get in trouble if he was somehow lost in a fire?” He jokes.

“Jungkook!” Luna stomps.

“Ok ok,” he chuckles. “You sound like my mom.”

“That’s because she has sense.”

“The two people I’d kill for won’t even let me,” he huffs sarcastically.

“Because you’re out of your mind,” she jokes. “But really, Jungkookie.”

Every time she calls him that he wants to soar into the sky then bow down to her ready to obey her every command.

“I know you hate him, but think of yourself and the people who love you,” she says stroking his cheek. “You’re better than killing your own father. What am I going to do if you get locked up or something?”

“Would you wait for me to get released from prison?” He asks knowing very well he has no desire to do anything that will get him arrested.

“Hell no!” Luna says lightly hitting his chest. “If you get locked up I’m going to find me a new demon to take care of me.”

“You think anyone else would put up with you the way I have?”

“Do you think anyone else would put up with you the way I have?” She retorts with a smirk.

He looks at her silently trying to maintain a straight face. Would he kill his father for her? Of course. However, he wouldn’t. Not at all. Even the day he lost his temper with his father he knew he wouldn’t kill him.

Over the years Jungkook learned to control what he considers his ultimate ability. It could kill easily, but he never wants it to get to that. He discovered the power when he was younger and unleashed it when he was angry. He was alone in his room so no one witnessed it, but afterwards there was talk of the sudden earthquake that hit the palace. When he realized how powerful it was he tried his best to keep it controlled because he feared he would hurt someone innocent. Except the one time he was pushed to his limit. Seems only his father can manage to bring out the worst in his temper.

Although Minseok is constantly pushing Jungkook to his limit, after that day he learned when to back off. Just like last night, Minseok knew not to press further. He knew the look in Jungkook’s eyes and got flashbacks to the day he learned how powerful his son really is. Jungkook only hopes he’s not pushed that far again for the sake of himself and everyone else in the kingdom. But especially Luna.

“Love,” Jungkook smiles. “Let’s go get you a phone.”

“Really?” Luna says in excitement. “Finally! Let’s go!”

She grabs his hand and pulls him along and out of the woods as if she knows where they’re going. He follows along with an amused smile on his face. Is this really what love is?

After setting her up with a new phone, then spoiling her with anything else that caught her eye as they passed shops on the street, they return to Jungkook’s room at the palace. Luna gets comfortable on the couch playing with all the features of her new phone. Aside from some vampire friendly differences, it’s pretty similar to the phone she had back home. Jungkook throws himself across his bed taking a few deep breaths to convince himself that this is all real. He loves her and she loves him.

[Luna]: I see you 👀

[Luna]: Big eyed bunny 🐰

[Luna]: Doe eyed Jungkookie 🦌

[Luna]: Fluffy demon boy

[Luna]: Hey, spawn of Satan I’m talking to you!

[Jungkook]: If I have to get off this bed and come over there I’m crushing that phone

[Luna]: You wouldn’t dare!

[Jungkook]: I didn’t buy you the thing so you could harass me from 10 feet away

[Luna]: Who the hell else am I going to harass? Your number is the only one I have 😝

[Jungkook]: Anyone ever tell you how much of a pain in the ass you are?

[Luna]: You fell in love with this pain in the ass 😏

Jungkook looks at his phone a moment and sighs. Touché. He sits up and looks at Luna giggling on the couch.

“You’re just having a blast over there, aren’t you?” Jungkook says trying to hide his amusement.

“Yup,” Luna says with a smug smile.

“I need to find you some friends you can bother so you can leave me alone.”

“Fine. What’s Jimin’s number? I know he’ll be my friend.”

Jungkook shoots her a sharp look. He stands from the bed and walks to her towering over her with his brows furrowed. She looks up at him with a smirk, amused that he took the bait so easily.

“You are evil,” he says through his teeth.

“And you’re so easy,” she laughs. “I knew you were jealous of Jimin.”

“I’m not,” he huffs. “There’s no reason for me to be jealous of him.”

“But you are.”

“No.”

“Yes. Admit it. Little Jungkookie is jealous of his hyung.”

“I should’ve let the portal take you over,” he sighs rolling his eyes.

“You should have,” she stands getting close to his face. “But too bad I put you under my spell.”

“What are you a witch now?” He chuckles.

“Is that a thing here?”

“No,” he laughs.

“Well whatever, I still put you under my spell and now here we are.” She sticks her tongue out at him like a child causing him to finally break.

“This is the most torturous thing ever,” he laughs pulling her into an embrace. “You are the most torturous fucking thing ever.”

“Well you’re no sunshine baby either,” she giggles giving in to his hold.

She loves his hold. His touch. His smell. His voice. The way his chest feels so solid against her body. The way his heart knocks on her cheek as she’s pressed into him. Love is such a silly stupid thing but here she is in silly and stupid love.

Thankfully they’re able to get through the remainder of the day without running into Minseok. Jungkook hopes after last night Minseok realizes how serious he is and backs off.

The next morning duty calls when Jungkook has to accompany Jin on a visit to the neighboring kingdom, Tansilvania. It’s a friendly visit meant to maintain the relationship Korealis has with Tansilvania. Jin, along with his brother Hojin V, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook and his brother royal shield Junghyun all convoy to visit the kingdom’s allies in a routine trip they make to every allied kingdom every so often.

Jungkook hates having to go to Jin’s many diplomatic visits. No matter when or where they go, it’s always the same. Jin fakes a smile the entire trip, Taehyung tries convincing them to let him go shopping, and Namjoon has to be the voice of order and reason when the exhausted younger ones start fighting. There’s also a chance of bickering between at least one of the sets of siblings. The free food is always nice, but the exhaustion at the end of the day kills him every time.

Luna is hanging out in Jungkook’s room trying to decide what to do while he’s gone. She isn’t sure where she could go but she doesn’t want to stay in his room alone all day. She starts off searching online. She’s still getting used to some of the differences between technology here and in the human world, but at least she’s figured out enough to learn how to search for places nearby. She lays across the couch searching for something that catches her eye when there’s a light knock at the door. She isn’t sure who it could be, but she knows Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are still here. Thinking it’s one of them she gets up to get the door but once she’s on her feet the door opens.

To Luna’s absolute horror Minseok comes walking in the room. She’s frozen in place unsure of what to say. He probably has more of a right to be in here than she does so she can’t tell him to leave. Not that that would work anyway.

“J-Jungkook,” she stutters.

“I know where he is,” Minseok says raising his hand to stop her and shutting the door behind him.

“Oh.” Then what the hell is he doing here? She wonders.

Minseok walks past her and takes a seat on the couch. He then pats the spot next to him inviting her to sit as well. Luna is scared and confused but does as told. The last thing she wants to do is give him a reason to lose his shit towards her when Jungkook is no where around.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Minseok says in a tone that’s much more lighter than it usually is. “I wanted to come by so we can start over and maybe understand each other better.”

“Oh?” Luna asks tilting her head. This was not at all what she expected him to say. What the hell really happened the other night when Jungkook came back and hid in his bunny form? Whatever it was she didn’t think it would cause Minseok to have a change of heart like this.

“It’s Luna, right?” He asks.

“Yes,” she answers nervously.

“Jungkook seems to have taken quite a liking to you.” He looks at Luna then to the floor. “He’s my youngest son with incredible ability and a very promising future. I only want the best for him.” He pauses and looks back at Luna who is still thoroughly confused. “He’s had many relationships in the past and they always hurt him so much in the end. I hate to see him hurting, but every time it’s the same thing. I just want to do whatever I can to make sure I protect him.”

“Oh…” Luna says still confused but now filled with many questions she isn’t sure she should ask.

“This is why I’m so hard on him. If he’s focused on his job and not all of these girls he’s always chasing he wouldn’t find himself getting hurt and falling behind in his training.”

“All of these girls?” Luna whispers even more confused and now for some reason feeling something growing in her throat. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“I just want you to understand where I’m coming from. Aside from you being a convert with ties to the Saakhan leader, I just want you to know that it’s not personal. I’m just trying to protect my son from yet another heartbreak. I don’t even think he’s fully gotten over the last one. He certainly didn’t give himself much time before he moved on to you, I know he’s probably still processing some of those feelings he had for her.”

Luna looks on unsure of anything Minseok is telling her. She knows he’s a snake and trying to get into her head, but what does he think she’s going to do, suddenly break up with Jungkook? He’ll have to do more than try to get her to take pity on him to make that happen.

“So…is there something you’re wanting me to do about this?” She asks wanting him to get to the point so he can hurry up and leave.

“I just want you to know. And maybe save you some surprise when you learn about his exes.”

“I don’t really want to know about his exes,” Luna says. She’s not about to fall for this silly charade.

“Well he has so many he probably doesn’t remember much about any of them anyway. Except the one he was engaged to be married to.”

“What?” Luna asks being taken off guard.

“I didn’t want to bother you too long,” he says standing. “I appreciate you hearing me out. Enjoy the rest of your day.” And just like that, he’s out the door.

Luna is stuck staring in the same spot. Did he say Jungkook was engaged? She knows she can’t trust anything he says and he’s likely just doing this to try getting her to leave Jungkook. She gets it. But those words are hard for her to tune out.

He was engaged?

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silma-words · 3 years

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14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” for adrian x mc?

N/A: Thank you for the prompt @detectivedumortain 😊 I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you will like it!

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Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Alcohol consumption

Category: Random fluff

Summary: Bloodbound AU (after book 1 – the events of book 2 never happened) – While Ellie is gone out with her friends, Adrian receives a much unexpected message from her after she has had one too many drinks…

Inspired by prompt #14 from Prompt List #1: “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

Words: 2450

**Disclaimer: Characters and background plot are the property of Pixelberry.**

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The hangover

Adrian was lying lazily on his couch, nose buried deep in the folds of an old worn-out book, when a sound made him jump out of his concentration, drawing his attention to the phone lying face down on the coffee table. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between the device and the page he very much wanted to keep exploring. When the ping was immediately followed by another four, he smiled fondly and dropped the book onto his lap, knowing with certainty who these texts would be from.

*You don’t know what you’re missing*

*Drop your boring book and join us*

*I promise you won’t regret it*

*They have that fancy whiskey you love, Macallan Sherry Oak*

*And play decent music that even you would approve of*

Her texts made him chuckle, secretly filling him with warmth knowing that she was thinking about him on her night out with Lily and a few of their friends. As much as Adrian wanted to spend all of his time with her if he could, he was convinced that they both needed some time for themselves once in a while. Especially when Ellie and Lily were planning to meet with some of their common friends, with whom it was always a little tricky to keep up appearances to make sure they did not find out about the vampire world.

Adrian was not a huge fan of texting, but he couldn’t leave her hanging. That, and he also did appreciate the chance to interact a little with her despite the distance.

*Macallan Sherry Oak, hum? Consider me impressed*

The fact that she remembered which whiskey his favourite was made him smile. She did not lie during her interview: she did have a great memory.

*Sounds tempting, but maybe another time? I feel that I’d enjoy this new bar way more with you alone*

Once he read over his text again, he worried for a second that it might have been a tad too blunt. He really needed to get a hand around these ‘emoji’ thingies, and start using those. It took a few minutes until the phone pinged again with her response.

*Is that a date then, Mr Raines?*

The winking smiley face ending her message eased his worries instantly. Another proof that emojis did actually have a purpose.

*Sure it is, Miss Reed*

His answer was met with a flurry of pictograms, making him smile brightly, before he drifted back to his reading, confident that Ellie would be soon too distracted by her friends to continue their exchange. And he was right. His phone remained awfully quiet for hours, letting him indulge in his ‘boring book’ (her words) and slowly doze off on the sofa.

When he eventually woke up from his unexpected nap, his attention was captured by the flickering light of his phone, indicating that he had missed a few notifications while he was out. A couple of work emails, a few newsflash from his financial news app, and... eleven text messages, and five missed calls. All from Ellie.

He raised up quickly to sit properly and open the messages, a ball forming in his throat at the idea that maybe something had happened. It wouldn’t be the first time. This woman had a talent for trouble. But his worries faded instantly upon browsing quickly over her texts, which were... nothing but a succession of random pictures of her evening, accompanied by random sentences full of typos. The series of text ended with a bunch of random fruit and veg emoji that Adrian was not quite sure how to interpret.

Adrian chortled at this. Well, the girls were having a good night by the looks of it!

Checking the timing of her missed calls, he saw that these had been only a few minutes apart, but that she had eventually left a couple of voice messages. He could not repress a laughter upon hearing her inebriated voice as he started listening to the first recording, nearly able to picture from her pitch the blissful smile that must have adorned her lips as she spoke.

*Hey, handsome! I guess you’re probably asleep or something but... huumm, I just wanted to hear your voice... because I... hum, well... I guess ‘cause I’m missing you like crazy right now and I wish you were here... although tis’ probably best you’re not, you’d probably be embarrassed of my sorry drunk ass right now but... aaarh, I guess I just wanted you to know that I miss you, even if I see you aaaalll the tiiiime and... aaarrg I probably shouldn’t say that... you’re goin’ to freak out and think I’m like some kind of overly needy panda bear clinging to your leg... oh god, why the hell am I sayin’ t...* /end of message/

Adrian’s smile was nearly reaching his ears by the time that first message was cut by the robotic voice, the corner of his eyes crinkled with amusement, but his eyes gleaming with warmth at the sound of Ellie’s declaration. The seconds he had to wait for the next voice message to play nearly seemed interminable.

*Hum, well... sorry about that... hum… right, hum… nevermind! Well, I should probably get going now and leave you to whatever your old ass is doin’ right now but… aaarh I guess I’ll see you soon at work on Monday anyway… or before if you want, or… but if you don’t that’s fine… aaarh ok, that’s me hanging up now, before I get even weirder… byyyye!! I love you!.......... ooohhh sh…* /end of message/

Well. That was a hell of a message. Adrian was beaming, the sound of her voice still ringing in his ears, the sweetness and awkwardness of her ramble warming his body all over. And his heart was slowly restarting after it had jumped and landed with a thud when he had heard her last words.

He had definitely not been expecting that. Neither did she, by the sound of the muttered curse that seemed to have followed. Neither of them had spoken these words before. Neither of them had dared rushing things by voicing their feelings out loud. Although to Adrian, those feelings were as clear as day. Silently expressed in the way he looked at her, touched her, cared for her. But he did not want to presume that Ellie was feeling the same, although he had been desperately hoping so. Hearing her saying it out loud was a relief, an unexpected gift that he was not still entirely sure he deserved.

But what to do now? Should he say it back? Run to find her to tell her he felt the same? She might not even remember saying it, judging by the state of intoxication she seemed to have been under when she called. She might even regret it, or might not have even meant it. The conflicting thoughts now rushing through his head instantly washed down the smile from his lips. Oh God, it was like being a teenager all over again!

He had to go and see her. At least to check if she had made it home ok.

His mood swinging from elation to anxiety as he was replaying her messages in his head, he made his way to Lily’s and Ellie’s apartment, eager to see her but nervous about what he should say. That journey seemed to last forever. So did waiting at the door for someone to let him in, his ears trained on the slow and familiar heartbeat he could hear through the solid wood. Luckily, Lily was quick to answer the door, although she was clearly surprised.

“Hey A!” she greeted him with a smile, before furrowing her brows in concern. “Oh no, what kind of messages did she send you? Did she freak you out?! That was a bit of a struggle at some point to get her hands away from her stupid phone..!”

“No, no, don’t worry Lily”, he reassured her. “I… I just wanted to check up on her as the night seemed to have been quite… wild?”.

Lily sniggered at his choice of words. “Oh yeah, that was a good night!”, she beamed, gesturing for him to come in, before adding with a grin, “… although I don’t know what Ellie would say right now… I had kind of forgotten the lovely after-effects that overly sweet and cheap cocktails can have on a human organism… and so did she, I reckon.”

Lily giggled a little at this, shooting an adorable apologetic grin at Adrian as if to prevent him from even thinking about blaming her for Ellie’s massive hangover. If she had reached that stage yet.

“Well, may I go and see the damage for myself?” he asked with a grin.

“Be my guest! But I hope you have learnt how to block your nostrils over the years, coz in there... yuk!”

They both shared a laugh at this, as Adrian dropped his coat and jacket on a chair before heading towards Ellie's room, bracing himself as he knocked softly at the door “Ellie? May I come in?”

His call was met by the sounds of ruffling sheets and by an intelligible grumble that he interpreted as a ‘yes'. Slowly pushing the door open, his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room to find Ellie’s form, surprisingly not tucked in the sheets, but instead awkwardly sat on the floor by her bed. Her cheek was resting on the edge of the mattress, her arms sprawled around her head lazily as if to prevent herself from slipping off to the floor.

Adrian quietly crossed the room to kneel by her side, laying a comforting hand between her shoulder blades while reaching over her arm to brush away the sticky strands of hair from her face, revealing a pale figure staring ahead into nothingness, her mouth slightly open as she was taking in shallow breaths.

“Oh sweetheart…” he sighted softly, offering her a warming smile as her eyes finally seemed to have focused on him. Caressingly gently the burning skin of her temple, he offered: “Do you want to stay down here, or do you want me to move you to the bed?”

It took Ellie a while to answer, as if gathering her thoughts as well as her strength to voice them was beyond achievable for her. She finally nodded weakly, her lips finally moving to let her feeble voice out: “I tried but… couldn’t get back on the bed after I…”.

Nodding back at her to show her that she did not need to say any more, he pressed a quick peck on her forehead before gently moving around to collect her limp body in his arms and deposit her carefully onto the bed. Helping her out of her clothes was the next step, and Ellie did not complain whatsoever during the whole process, focused on keeping her eyes closed to try to ignore what this shuffling around was doing to her stomach. Once he was done, Adrian sat by her side on the edge of the bed, one hand holding hers onto his lap, the other on the side of her neck so he could brush his thumb over her cheek soothingly.

“Sounded like you had a great night yesterday” Adrian teased, as Ellie looked at him with foggy eyes, attempting to raise a sceptical brow but failing miserably.

“Yes we had… but” she had to stop for a second, her stomach heaving dangerously, “not so much fun now”.

“Yes I can imagine”, he chuckled lightly, his eyes roaming over her features to check everything else was alright.

Lost in the peaceful silence that was filling in the room as she was gradually relaxing next to him, securely tucked in in the bedsheets, Adrian had nearly forgotten why he had initially rushed to her place. That was until he saw her eyes suddenly snap open and her brow furrow, as she broke the silence to ask: “Wait… what do you mean by ‘sounded like you had a great night’?”

Well, at least that answered his previous concern that she might not remember was she had said in her messages. He could just pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened, and leave it at that, hoping that those words would grace her lips once more in the near future, under better circumstances. Hopefully. Except he did not want to pretend. Or could not.

“You don’t remember calling me last night?”, he asked softly, unable to hide the gleam of expectation in his eyes.

Her frown and confused gaze answered his question before her lips did. “No I….” she started, before suddenly widening her eyes in silent realisation, as glimpses of last night’s drunk endeavours resurfaced to hit her in the face. Eyes wide, she was starting to remember… bits after bits… and then all of it.

“Oh nooooo…”, she muttered, the blood somehow suddenly finding its way back to her cheeks despite the weakness of her body. If the flush of her skin and the thumping of her heart were not enough to ensure Adrian that she was now remembering everything she had said, the sheepish smile that adorned her face as she dropped her eyes to their joined hands was proof enough.

Squeezing her hand a little more tightly, he braced himself: “Ellie, I…”

But as he was about to speak, Ellie suddenly straightened up in the bed, covering her mouth with her hand and she heaved once more, her body violently reminding her that now was not the time for heart-to-heart conversations. No. Now was the time for her to pay the consequences for over indulging on G&Ts and margaritas a few hours before.

Clutching Adrian’s arm to keep herself up, she pleaded weakly, the corner of her mouth curled in a feeble smile that showed that she was admitting defeat: “Adrian, please… just… please, be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to…. I’m gonna need you to carry me to the bathroom…”.

If Adrian was a little disappointed, he did not show it. Probably because he knew that now was clearly not the right time to discuss this. And probably because he could see the reassurance in her eyes that she was not going to take her words back. They would get to this part again eventually, there was no point in rushing things just because the alcohol had loosened her lips.

Smiling at her warmly, he simply nodded, pushing the bedsheets away to cradle her trembling body once more in his arms and carry her to the bathroom. She was right. Now was not the right time. He would tell her. Eventually. Just not right now.

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breakfast run - mason x f!detective (twc)

day 18 – bakery

author’s note: thank you for requesting these two! i wanted to focus on the significance of the bakery for these two without actually having to write or address what happened in the bakery scene from the book 3 demo. a little spoilery if you haven’t read the demo yet, but i hope you enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – mason x f!detective (ria knight) rating/warnings: 14+; some fluff word count: 1.7k based on/prompt: day 18 – bakery from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: mason refuses to step into haley’s bakery after that conversation until ria struggles to wake up one morning and he goes on a coffee run for her.

breakfast run

they didn’t have time to address whatever had happened in the bakery that day, or at least, that’s what ria told herself. the increase in trapper activity and the kidnapping case took up every minute of her free time beyond her normal duties and she barely had time to sleep.

it didn’t help that nightmares plagued her. most nights she was still trapped on the operating table, watching murphy’s vampire blood mix with her own. other times she replayed the moment he ripped open the flesh on her wrist, the blood pooling around her as she collapsed. sometimes the trappers had her and she couldn’t get to sanja before they killed her and all she could do was watch in horror as sanja’s blood pooled at her feet.

these moments seemed to playback in her mind like a movie, projecting onto the inside of her eyelids, sometimes imprinting themselves in her vision even after she’d wake up.

until mason started staying over, even when it was clear she was too tired to do anything.

he stayed with her until she fell asleep, holding her close as she tossed and turned. sometimes she’d mumble things and he’d think she was awake, only for her to turn away and continue sleeping. he still left before she woke up, the sheets on his side of the bed cold to the touch.

ria would be lying if she didn’t find the warmth of his body against hers soothing and helpful at keeping the nightmares at bay. but she still wasn’t getting enough sleep and it was starting to compound in noticeable ways.

“you are late,” adam stated, a frown evident on his features.

“bite me,” ria retorted back, glaring at him from behind her sunglasses and taking a big gulp of her coffee.

“we had to conduct the meeting without you,” he said again, the frown lines in his brow growing more furrowed. “detective, if you need help—”

ria turned around promptly, almost bumping into mason, flipping her middle finger as she went. “if you could’ve had the meeting without me, you shouldn’t have scheduled it.”

mason exchanged a silent look with adam before he followed her out, trailing a half step behind her, hands shoved deep in his pockets. she walked briskly to haley’s bakery, crumpling the coffee cup and tossing it in a nearby trash can. she was already itching for another one.

he waited outside the bakery while she ducked in and got her coffee before walking the short distance to the station.

“i’ll see you later to take you home, sweetheart,” he said simply. she paused at the moniker before nodding and disappearing into the station.

this had become an unfortunately familiar routine for the past week. they both brushed off what happened at haley’s and ignored the shift between them as much as they could. but some things were more difficult to ignore than others.

like mason’s half-hearted innuendos. and ria’s less-than-enthusiastic responses. and how he refused to step foot inside haley’s again. it only took two days before the tension inevitably became too uncomfortable and they fell back into their physical comfort zone, ria initiating the distractions so mason didn’t have to. he followed her lead and if he was hesitant about where they stood, he didn’t say anything.

but tonight, ria could barely stay awake.

mason walked her home the same as he did every night for the past week, lingering in the doorway as she walked right in without saying anything. he didn’t necessarily need her permission to enter her home since he would never encroach on her personal space uninvited, so he paused.

“are you coming in or not?” she called from her bedroom.

mason shuffled inside, closing the door quietly behind him and making his way across the room. he leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom, watching as she changed into a large shirt and half-heartedly attempted to pick up some of the clothes strewn about the bed and floor, throwing them halfway across the room towards the hamper.

she let out a tired groan and collapsed on the bed, rubbing her face with her hands. “i would like just one night where i stay asleep,” she muttered, pulling herself up toward her pillows.

“you know, i could help make sure you get a good night’s sleep,” he murmured, the suggestive undertones subdued by the concern on his face.

he would never admit it, but he had noticed the dark circles under her eyes that she tried to hide under concealer and sunglasses, the increase in the amount of coffee she would drink in a day, her lack of energy for combat training, and the lack of her usual snark.

“sorry, i’m way too exhausted,” she said, giving him an unusually apologetic smile that twisted something in mason’s chest.

“do you want me to stay?” mason asked, uncharacteristically soft. he hated this uncertain side of himself that ria seemed to bring out. he was the one who usually didn’t want to stay. but for some reason, he was desperate for her to say yes.

ria yawned and shrugged. “whatever you want, sunshine,” she said, wriggling under the covers and pulling them up to her chin.

mason hesitated for a fraction of a second before climbing in beside her, touching her arm lightly so she could pull away if she wanted, before wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing his chest to her back. it didn’t take long for ria’s steady breathing to indicate she was asleep, much to his surprised relief.

the following morning, she woke up to find his arm loosely wrapped around her, the warmth of his body seeping through hers. ria took a moment to take in the rare softness of his sleeping features, her fingers itching to trace the freckles dotting his face.

ria could get used to this. but her past experience with bobby taught her not to hope. she had become somewhat of an expert in squashing those emotions, enough to almost rival adam, if he were human and without literal centuries of practice.

mason’s eyes opened slowly to find that ria was studying him in a way that made his heart clench. he frowned at the strange feeling as he realized that he had stayed through the night for the first time.

he only did it to make sure she slept through the night and got the rest she needed. at least, that’s what he told himself. and judging by the curious expression that she quickly tried to replace with a bored one, she probably told herself the same thing. the thought that she might think he didn’t care about her made him frown in annoyance.

mason never gave her an explanation. and ria didn’t ask for one. but he kept doing it anyway.

ria wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it was nice waking up with mason next to her, getting ready together (sort of), and walking to haley’s for breakfast. he continued to wait outside while she picked up her usual order, which he did every day since that confrontation. whether it was because he felt bad for embarrassing her in front of haley or because he wanted to avoid all the overwhelming smells, she wasn’t sure.

a small part of her hoped it was because he regretted saying what he did and every time they went near the bakery it was a reminder that he (almost) screwed things up between them.

the uncomfortable twinge in mason’s chest seemed to ebb as he and ria fell into their new routine. he watched her sleeping figure from his side of the bed, sunlight starting to stream brightly through the window as he retreated further from her to avoid it. he glanced at her alarm clock, it was already way past the time she usually woke up and he frowned. they were going on an important mission today and she needed to be ready.

ria yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. she could tell from the beaming sunlight that she had overslept and sighed, turning over to face mason only to find the bed empty. ria pursed her lips at the twinge of disappointment in her chest and forced herself to get ready for the day, refusing to go any faster than her usual pace even though she was late enough to piss off both the captain and adam. she grabbed her keys and opened the door to her apartment only to find mason on the other side with coffee and a pastry from haley’s.

she looked at the breakfast in his hand and back up at him, mouth falling open in surprise.

“i can’t have you falling asleep and jeopardizing the mission today,” he said gruffly. he looked up to see her failing to hide a smile behind the cup and his eyes softened. “you seemed like you need it.”

ria silently took the coffee from him and took a long sip, closing her eyes and letting the steam fill her nose. she opened her eyes, noticing that he was studiously avoiding her gaze.

“thank you,” she said softly, a sincerity in her voice that was as rare as it was meaningful.

mason gave her a long, scrutinizing look that softened, just slightly, before nodding and walking toward the stairwell. ria smiled and followed, feeling more rested than ever.

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Cabin in the Woods

Tis the season to be frightening! Fa la la la la, la la la la!

Here’s a fanfic for your liking! La la la la la, la la la la!

A/N: As it is the spooky season I’ve decided make a Vampire Virgil fic. Because we deserve it and he’s amazing.

Thank you so much @ironwoman359 for beta editing for me! This could've turned out so much worst without your help XD

Word Count: 3,252

Summary: Roman stays in a fairly big Cabin in the woods for vacation that was owned by his Aunt Patty. He's aloud to stay as long as he wants. She figured he needed it after being in a slump from being rejected by one of the most awarding movie studios.

Not only that’s, It’s isolated with nothing but trees and woods surrounding the building and a narrow dirt path that’s an hour away from civilization. What could possibly go wrong?

Tw: drug mention, slight swearing (If there's anything i should add feel free to let me know!)

Roman stays in a fairly big Cabin in the woods for vacation that was owned by his Aunt Patty. He's aloud to stay as long as he wants. She figured he needed it after being in a slump from being rejected by one of the most awarding movie studios.

It’s even isolated with nothing but trees and woods surrounding the building and a narrow dirt path that’s an hour away from civilization.

There’s already plenty of food and water prepared for him already but it’s annoying at times to have to get groceries where the nearest store is an hour and half away but he got used to it. An experience like this is a challenge on Romans part.

Living somewhere that’s completely out of his comfort zone is new and exciting. The place even miraculously has internet and cable so that's a plus for him.

One day he decided to go out for a walk at sunset, enjoying the quietness of nature. The sun seemed to almost set.

Its been about fifteen minutes of walking when Roman hears hushed voices and the sounds of other men talking. He grew confused, close to no one should be around here. The area was secluded.

It turned out to be a drug trade going on, and Romans just stupidly walked in the middle of it.

Every inch of his body filled with regret. He should’ve known what he was getting himself into.

They see him and immediately jumped him. Roman was able to put up a good fight for a while until more of them showed up. For a hopeful second he was able to run away. He fled to the direction of his car so that none of them could know where he lives and try to get the hell away from them as soon as possible.

It was short lived as one guy grabbed him by the back collar of his letterman jacket and pulled him back. He threatens him and tells Roman other nonsense he could care less about.

The tears were pouring down before he realizes it. Tired, beaten, and defeated he could only struggle against the attackers arm around Romans neck and shoulders and beg for mercy.

As soon as he believes this could be the end, the thug’s grip was surprisingly pulled away and he was violently dragged far away from Roman. His screams of bloody murder echo behind him the further away he was.

The prince like man stumbles forward and turns around in fright mixed with confusion, and his eyes widen in terror, the thug disappeared as soon as it happened like no one was ever there. Romans eyes widen.

Who in the hell just did that? There’s no way the bandit possibly fled on his own. Someone else has to be here. Romans eyes quickly land on the three suspicious men, from before, coming into view.

They look at Roman like he was crazy, believing he was the one who possibly killed their friend. The three looked like they were about to attack him when suddenly something came flying into view. A blur of a human shape came knocking the attackers out within seconds, as if he was flying.

Roman stood frozen. Paralyzed with confusion.

Soon he realizes how odd the newcomers clothing is. It was hard to see but his clothing looked like it could’ve been from the Victorian era and his skin is completely pale white. It was all Roman could see since the man was moving too fast, he had the hood of his cape covering his eyes.

Before he realizes what’s happening, he feels something cotton grab his wrist that quickly takes Romans hand and drags them far away to the safety of his Cabin.

Romans mind is reeling at this point. He sighed to himself in relief.

Then it got worse, his heart dropped at the sight of what looked like long sharp fangs curving out of this guy's head. It made Roman want to run inside, lock his doors and windows, and get as far away from this thing as possible.

He was only able to incoherently mumble questions and frightened gasps. With its fangs still out and hissed towards Roman whenever he struggled against his grip. The stranger then grasps Roman and whispers in his ear in a low growl.

“I don’t know who you are, but the only reason I saved your sorry ass was so I didn’t have to deal with a dead body in my territory. Tell anyone about this, my fangs will be digging so deep in your neck, you’ll be completely deflated.”

It made goose bumps grow all over Romans neck. His heart felt like it was beating out of his ribcage. What made this action ten times worse was how the hooded man's voice had a deep dark echo to it.

And with that, the stranger shoved the man in front of him to the ground and disappeared into the night. Roman laid there for several minutes trying to control his breathing as his growing fear in his mind replayed everything that happened in one night.

He went away back to his apartment for a while. The poor guy couldn’t sleep properly for days and left immediately after. He told no one of his experience, he knew they would think he’s crazy for believing in something that sounded so made up.

The Princely character had time to think about his situation over and over. He wasn’t sure whether it was the fight he had been in or the meeting with the pale stranger that terrified him the most. A shiver went down Romans spine from just thinking of him.

He remembers the way the man's breath grazed his earlobe as he talked in that chilling low tone of his. His grip on the man's arms below his shoulders felt overwhelmingly too tight for a normal person.

The creature wasn’t exactly hiding who he was either. Even the very act of saving Roman in the first place to later on threaten him afterwards was beyond him. He could’ve just left him to die by those thugs, and it wouldn’t have been the man's problem either. He could’ve just carried on with his life without Roman in it.

But he didn’t. Instead he knocked every single one there was and dragged them away in the blink of an eye. Roman hoped the creature at least had some morals to not want to mess with him again.

A good few weeks went by for Roman to gain some courage to go back and retrieve his essentials. He was currently finishing with the last of carrying his boxes to the trunk of his car with no issue until he heard a very loud sudden cry.

It was a deep cry, like someone was in pain. It happened only for a second before Roman did his best to brush it off.

He soon heard it again, but this time it was much louder and echoed effectively through the trees around him. From what Roman had heard so far, it didn’t sound familiar and he started to genuinely worry. Someone could be out there who could be hurt or worse. It wouldn’t be noble at all to walk away from any injured human being.

He wasn’t stupid of course, he remembered his last incident in these woods. He brought his samurai sword out with him that he kept inside the cabin as decoration and wished himself luck. He had a lot of spare time on his hands when he was younger.

Little Roman practically begged his Uncle to teach him, saying he wanted to fight like a real prince. His Uncle eventually agreed and helped train him on how to attack with a sword, little by little until the young man today was an expert.

The deeper into the woods Roman was, the more he heard pants and groans of desperation. He was walking for a good five minutes until he finally reached the mysterious injured being.

Roman became stunned in place to see the unworldly stranger from before, back against a thick oak tree, breathing heavily and barely moving. Only the deep rise and fall of his chest indicating any signs of life. He could recognize that clothing anywhere, his most recognizable clothing being his deep purple gloves and darkly stitched black and silk red embedded hood. Yeah, it was definitely him.

He lowered his sword but still held it tightly in his hands. Roman slowly went in front of the stranger and knelt down on one knee, putting distance between them, and examined him more closely. His eyes were closed and he looked to be unconscious. His mouth was slightly agape, showing his impressively sharp fangs.

Oddly enough Roman can’t deny that the man is surprisingly attractive looking from physical appearance alone. His pale skin brought out the dark circles around his eyes as well as his red lips.

A sudden chill went down the back of his neck at the thought of the color being as red as blood. Roman didn’t know and chose to keep it that way.

Without touching him, Roman inspected what he could and found no injuries on the man. There’s no one else in sight except them, so that loud groan had to have been from the now silent man in front of him.

Thinking about it now, he doesn’t know why he’s still here after what this person did! He’s the same one who bared his teeth at him and threatened Roman with his life. The stranger even somehow knows where he lives and could easily kill him if he wanted to. Could he have been stalking him as his prey for the two weeks Roman’s been here?

Romans grip tightened on the handle of his sword he forgot he was holding. His eyes traveled towards the blade.

He could kill this thing. He could do so with no witnesses. The hooded figure isn’t even human, who knows what he’s capable of. It would be so easy...

Roman stood weakly and lifted the end of his sword above his knees and pointed it to the creature's neck.

However this was also the same person who saved him from those dealers. Someone who entered the picture right when Roman needed help most. There was no way this person couldn’t have seen what was happening except from watching afar.

And right now, the closer he inspected the faded purple haired figure he could see how torn he looked. He was currently immobile, his cries were loud just a moment ago and...he looked much skinnier than he previously did? Romans eyes could be tricking him, since there’s excess clothing covering the creature from head to toe, so he couldn’t tell.

Even though the thought of more of them being out there terrified him to death, throughout the miles and miles of woods beyond Romans cabin, who knows, he could have a family somewhere out there.

And Roman was just going to kill him with the only excuse being his fear, even though it’s completely reasonable fear right? And when was the last time Romans seen his own family?

Nevertheless, no matter what circumstances there were, he is grateful for what it did. He wouldn’t be standing here today without the creature's help.

Roman tossed the sword aside and ran his fingers through his hair nervously. He slumped his body to the ground, feeling stupid for not doing the only rational thing a person should do. He doesn’t want to hurt it though. Not after seeing more closely how it pathetically slumped against the tree trunk like dead weight.

The being didn’t even touch him, well- harass him in any way.

The only time he’d touched him was after he dragged Roman straight to his cabin. Also being what he is, he couldn’t have seen another human in years, so it sort of makes sense as to why the stranger threatened him the way he did. It still begs the question to why he helped Roman in the first place.

Instead, he sits on his knees and hesitantly shakes the others shoulder gently to wake him. He doesn’t move, but he’s now taking shallow breaths in contrast to his previous heavy breathing.

Roman moves his hand to the strangers chest. Are creatures like this even alive? The one in front of him surely doesn’t look like it. Not only is he as pale as a corpse, but he’s ice cold to the touch. To confirm himself that if the figure was indeed alive, Roman moves his hand to its wrist, neck or anywhere to indicate any sort of pulse.

From what the man could tell he was beginning to lose hope. Nothing about the scene in front of him was indicating any source of life.

Roman slowly drew his hand back, going over his options for what to do in a situation like this. Roman moves his hand to the strangers skin at his bare neck for good measure.

However he was pulled from his thoughts when Roman yelped loudly in terror at two hands tightly grabbing his shoulders and pinned him, sitting, against the thick tree trunk with the stranger on top of his lap. The weight on him felt like a ton of bricks.

Romans wrists were tightly grasped together over his head with one of the stranger's hands. He winced loudly in pain. The strong grip around his wrists squeezed, barely not cutting off circulation. The other arm pushed horizontally across Romans chest, trapping him even more.

He's almost nose to nose with the stranger in front of him, he stares straight into the eyes of the one who put him in his now captive state, frozen in place.

Roman could widely see the creatures distinct facial features. How it formed a wicked smirk, with its claw-like fangs poking out of its mouth, how the pools of brown looked into Roman with dark unknown intentions.

Roman could feel his heart drop to his stomach at that moment, eyes tightly shut and body trembling as his mind conjured different scenarios of his ultimate demise.

It all made sense now. How the creature defeated the dealers to stop them from getting to Roman. The way he knew the exact route to get to his cabin. He knew where Roman would be in due time and just waited for the right moment to strike in his vulnerable state.

Romans mind drew a blank, and he could barely function at that moment.

He kicked, screamed, and pushed away with all his might but nobody came. The stranger's incredible power which held him down did nothing for him. It only leaned back only a little and watched with a calm expression of pity on the prey's pathetic attempt of escape.

Roman panted heavily, out of breath and worn out. He needs to kill this thing. He should’ve done so when he had the chance.

That's when Romans eyes slowly drifted to his sharp sword in front of him, glinting in the moonlight. He longed for it to magically appear in his hand to help him attack this creature.

His breath hitched as the figure moved forward and toward Romans ear.

“I wouldn’t think about it if I were you~” The creature warned. He said lowly, sniffing Romans neck a little and smiling brightly.

Roman turns his head away the best he can as he whimpers, feeling vulnerable it's touch. He felt completely and utterly violated.

Soon though, Romans face pales and his dread grew when he saw those familiar sharp fangs at the corner of his eye and they were pointed right at his neck.

“Tell anyone about this, my fangs will dig so deep in your neck, you’ll be completely deflated.”

Roman could feel his tears pricking in his eyes, on the verge of streaming down his cheeks. He’s going to die here. He’s never going to live to meet his dreams of becoming a professional actor. He’s never gonna see any of his friends again.

The creature wanted him all to itself, and he was gonna be eaten alive. Roman hoped it would be a fast death at least.

“Please...” Roman whimpers again, his voice quivering as he pushed the back of his head against the tree in an attempt to further himself from the creature. Which only caused him a strong stinging pain in his head against the bark. He prepared himself for the sharp pang to dig painfully deep into his neck.

...

Except, nothing happened.

After what felt like forever, nothing was done to Romans body. He was still pinned against the bark like a prisoner, but no actual damage was done to him. He was confused and afraid to open his eyes, yet he was wondering what the hold up was after the creature stated exactly what he wanted to do to him.

Roman opens his eyes painfully slow. He regains his vision and he could see how the pale man perked up and leaned further away from him. In a flow of emotions its face went from confused to shocked to sympathetic in mere seconds. Roman didn’t understand.

That’s when the figure throws the pinned man aside to the dirt and backs away with almost a tremble in his step. He looks down at his hands with wide eyes, pondering his actions.

He stands up with distance between himself and his victim, running a gloved hand through his hair.

“Did I just...“ The man mumbles to himself.

He grew silent, looking to be in deep thought. He continued to speak softly to himself but it was incoherent from where Roman sat. The silent ring of crickets can be heard with the rustling of the trees.

Roman can see the man from his side view, standing there. It was like he completely forgot that he was there in the first place. Right now, Roman had no idea what to do.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s still pretty damn terrified. But just now, he thinks, the man looked so... scared. Like he didn’t know what he was doing.

Should he say something? Do something to break the ice?

That’s when the man finally noticed Romans presence. His gaze slowly drifts to the man's tense filled body on the ground, looking up at him with a wide stare. His eyes once looked so menacingly. A type of stare that would make anyone regret they were born. Now though the man looks at him with lidded eyes, a light in them that’s shown full of regret. It was astounding. Roman didn’t know what to think.

Roman gets up on his own. He decided it’d be better to say something rather than nothing at all.

“I don’t know what’s going on, what or who you are, but I need an explanation for what happened just now.“ He continued to ramble on about everything else, wanting an explanation, pacing as he spoke.

Roman didn’t notice but the pale man rubs the bridge of his nose in a somewhat annoyed manner. He couldn’t blame him though.

Roman turns again, this time facing him this time.

The man being interrogated slowly walks towards Roman. He sees this and his words slowly die out in this throat, staring at him questionably.

His breath was quite literally stolen from him when the man places a gloved hand over Romans mouth, effectively shutting him up.

“Listen, I know you don’t exactly trust me right now. But my name is Virgil, and I need your help.”

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Bound To You - Chapter 4: Training Wheels

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Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester

Rating: General Audiences

Chapter Word Count: 8,413

Overall Word Count: 26,136

Status: Multi Chapter Fic - In Progress (4/?)

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It was then, he thinks. As the flash went off, Dean stood next to Cas with their best blue steel impressions, immediately cracking up into laughter after and playfully tapping at the rim of Cas’s cowboy hat whilst Cas smiled at Dean like he was the sun that Sam realized…

If they ever were to lose Cas again… the Dean he knows is going to die with him.

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'Italic Text' - Castiel

'Bold Text' - Dean

* * *

After an entire day of tests, tests, and… oh yes, more tests, Dean had assumed he would sleep peacefully for the night. You know, that type of mental exhaustion where you fall into a deep sleep with nothing but total blackness? The one where you blink, and then all of a sudden there’s daylight peeking in through the blinds?

Yeah, well… he didn’t get that.

He was back there again. Same place, same night. The wooden walls of the barn around him seemed smaller somehow, closing in on him. Not enough space to move around, not enough places to move away from the fangs wanting to sink into his neck.

And there were more of them. That was clear right off the bat, there were way too many of those mime freaks for him to handle. No matter how many necks he sliced through, how many heads he sent dropping to the floor, it seemed there was always one of them ready to take their place.

“SAM!” He yelled out into the chaos, unable to see his brother in the swarm of bodies. There’s no response from Sam, only the cruel laughter of the Vamp’s mocking his cry for help.

And then it was happening again.

It played out just as it had that night. The Vamp’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him back with its unnatural strength. He knew where he was headed… he knew what would happen… but he couldn’t stop it. Within seconds, he’d have to feel the agonizing pain of that rebar sliding through his chest again.

Instead, his back meets a wall of solid muscle. The impact sends them both tumbling back, the person behind him steadying Dean with two hands on his shoulders. Dean both feels and hears as the person hits the support beam he was supposed to hit, a soft grunt escaping the person at the collision.

The Vamp didn’t expect for another person to join the party either it seemed, hesitating for just a moment, its grip on Dean’s shoulders weakening in its disorientation. Dean took advantage of that hesitation, bringing up the machete in his hands hard, slicing off the Vamp’s right arm on his shoulder. It only screamed in pain for a few seconds before the machete was slicing through its neck, screams reduced to a gurgling, choking mess as the body collapsed to the ground.

The Vamps are closing in on him, fangs bared under their clown masks and low hisses emitting from within. But Dean doesn’t care. Because this wasn’t how it was supposed to play out. He needed to see who was behind him, what had – quite literally- taken the bullet for him.

“CAS!” Dean can’t help but scream his name as the fear grips him hard.

Castiel doesn’t look pained. It doesn’t look like the rebar is bothering him at all. But there’s a fury in his face that’s both awe-inspiring and terrifying, and Dean can only be thankful it isn’t aimed at him. Cas pulls himself off the rebar like it’s no trouble, like the blood soaking through his pristine button-up shirt doesn’t matter. Dean knows he should be focusing on the Vamps breathing down his neck, but he can’t look away.

This was a Cas he hadn’t seen in a long time. This was the wrathful Castiel he had first met; eyes lit up with burning grace and bursting with a golden light that illuminated the two ginormous wings that had filled up the cramped interior of the barn.

“…Cas?”

In a blink, he was gone. A puff of air behind him, the flutter of wings, and Dean whirls around to see Cas there, machete in his right hand whilst the other is wrapped protectively around him, pushing him to safety.

Dean could help. Nothing is stopping him from telling Cas to ‘stop treating him like a kid’, to rush in there and let more Vamp heads roll. Instead, Dean finds his feet frozen in place, watching with mouth agape as Castiel works.

And that’s the only word that fits it, really. This was what Castiel once was. This was an angel; not the fat babies in diapers with a halo and a golden harp, Castiel was a soldier of God. He doesn’t even flinch as he pushes the machete through the countless bodies in front of him, blood splattering across his face and trench coat with every swipe of his blade. There’s only one moment where Dean is close to intervening, when the last Vamp very nearly gets the jump on Cas, running full sprint at Cas while his back is turned.

Cas’s hand shoots out, not even looking behind him as he catches the Vamp by its neck. The creature can only flail uselessly, it’s hands desperately scrambling at Cas’s arm to free itself. The furious gaze Castiel sets on the Vampire would be enough for even Dean to drop to his knees, able to taste the rage that rolled off the angel in waves. The mask is ripped off in a flash, then Cas’s hand is covering the Vamp’s entire face, an intense white light bursting from within. The Vamp’s screams are tortured as it’s burned from the inside out, reddish goo leaking from the empty sockets in its head, eyes melting into nothing. When Cas finally drops the body to the floor, all that remains of its face is a burnt and ashen mess, pieces of blackened skin peeling away as it hits the ground.

“Holy shit.”

Dean’s expletive is enough to snap Castiel out of his rage-filled trance. His face softens as soon as his eyes land on Dean’s awed expression, ducking his head and sinking in on himself, seeming almost… ashamed?

“I… I think I may have gotten carried away,” Cas admitted, glancing around at the bodies that littered the floor. “I’m sorry if I startled you, Dean.”

Dean is still waiting for his brain to reset, images of Castiel in full smite mode replaying over and over in his mind. “Uh… What?”

“You’ll get used to this,” Castiel told him, gesturing at their surroundings. “Most humans don’t realize they’re dreaming until after they’ve awoken. It’s only because I’m interfering with your dreams that you become aware of your unconscious state.”

“You… you took that rebar for me, Cas.”

Cas’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Dean’s statement, bending his arm back awkwardly to touch the hole running through him, his hand coming back soaked in blood. “Yes, I know. But I’m fine, Dean. Neither of us can be harmed, not truly. Not in your dreams.”

“Then why’d you do it? If you knew it didn’t matter, why’d you throw yourself in front of that rebar for me?”

“Because…” Cas paused, eyes dropping to the ground. “There’s still pain in your memories… pain that your sleeping mind can recreate in your dreams. I didn’t… I couldn’t let you go through that again. Not when I could do something to stop it.”

“Oh…” Dean swallowed deeply, glancing down to the burnt-out Vamp body by his feet. “And… Why’d you go all psycho-angel on my dream Vamps?”

“Because they deserved it,” The dangerous edge was back in Cas’s voice again. “And… because I couldn’t protect you when you needed me.”

“Cas…” Dean uttered softly. “You died for me. And then came back for me. You’ve saved my life more times than I count.”

“And now, I can no longer do that,” Cas sounded pained, face twisting in annoyance at himself. “I’m of no use to you. I couldn’t even scrape enough of my grace together to heal the damage to your spine. If you get hurt again-,”

“I’m not gonna get hurt again,” Dean stepped closer, gripping Cas by his bicep, catching Cas’s attention. “Does losing my legs suck? Of course it does. But without you, Cas? I wouldn’t even be here talking to you. Hell, maybe me losing my legs was for the better. Only something like this would force me to stop hunting.”

“But you enjoy hunting.”

“I do,” Dean agreed with a nod of his head. “I did… but, hey – we can figure something out, right? I can still find a way to be in the hunter game, maybe not just as ‘physical’ as I used to be.”

“And what about your brother?” Cas asked. “Will he continue to hunt without you?”

“Sammy? I… huh, I don’t really know. He’s got Eileen now, so… Guess it’s up to them whether they continue the hunting game or get smart and retire.”

Castiel’s lips twitched into a subtle smile. “And can you not do the same? ‘Retire’ from hunting?”

“You can get the hunter out of hunting, but you’ll never get hunting out of the hunter,” Dean answered with a sly smile. “Our line of work, ‘retiring’ is usually more of a permanent option. Now Sammy and Eileen, I can see them taking the more ‘pleasant’ option of retiring, but me…? I dunno. Feel like I’ll always have my toe dipped into the hunting waters.”

The soft smile on Cas’s face slipped slightly as his gaze dropped from Dean, landing on the bodies around them. With a sigh, Cas clicked his fingers, and their surroundings changed. Back in the bunker it seemed, though this time in Dean’s ‘man-cave’, one of the spare rooms they had renovated into their movie room.

Castiel took a seat on the comfy, well-worn couch pressed against the wall, the still-wet blood covering his trench-coat immediately staining the couch.

“Dude!” Dean complained, gesturing to the new stains. “Come on, man!”

Cas rolled his eyes at him, snapping his fingers once more. The blood vanished from the surface of the couch, along with his trench-coat returning to its usual clean state of being.

“Uh, does that not use up your grace?”

“No. This is your dream, remember? Your mind's unconscious state. I can manipulate your dreams in any way I choose.”

“Wow, uh… Should I be worried about that?” Dean joked.

Cas almost looked offended at his question. “Of course not. I’d never do anything that would affect you – not without your permission.”

“I know, Cas. I was just messing with ya,” Dean dropped next to Cas, nudging his shoulder against Cas’s with a beaming smile. “So how does this work exactly? You gonna swing by every dream I have?”

That’s up to you, I suppose,” Castiel answered. “This isn’t like when I visited your dreams before. There’s nowhere else I can go but inside your head. If you don’t want me here, I suppose I could force myself into something close to a ‘sleep’.”

“Sounds boring,” Dean noted, leaning back and crossing his feet atop the chipped coffee table in front of them. “I'd rather you drop in on me, Cas. Ruin a few nightmares my pain in the ass brain has planned for me. And, uh…”

“What?” Castiel pressed.

“I… I meant it, you know. When I said I missed you. I’m guessing this is the only way I can hang out with you in person until we get your body back, so…” Dean cleared his throat, giving Cas a few pats on the arm. “Yeah… Drop by whenever you want.”

Dean didn’t know what message he was trying to send with his words there, but whatever it was, the smile Cas sent his way meant he must have said the right thing.

“Just make sure I’m not doing anything embarrassing first,” Dean threw a wink in Cas’s direction, chuckling deeply at the befuddled look Cas had in response to that.

“Like what?”

“Uh…. You know…” Dean wiggled his brows at Cas. “Like when there’s a sock on the door… if the rooms rocking, don’t come knocking?”

“I don’t get it,” Castiel’s answer nearly had Dean burying his face into his hands. “How would your room start rocking? Unless in the event of an earthquake, or – oh….”

“And he’s got it…” Dean glanced up at Cas, surprised to see the deep red color that had spread across Cas’s face. “Wha – Really, Cas? Talking about sex still gets you all flustered?”

Somehow, Cas’s face only got redder. Dean cracked up into a fit of laughter at Cas’s expense, who didn’t look too pleased with being the reason for Dean’s amusement.

“I thought that reaper popped your cherry? Woulda’ thought you wouldn’t be as, you know, Cas about this kind of stuff anymore.”

“It’s not exactly the greatest of memories,” Cas snapped irritably. “It’s difficult to look back at it fondly when I was tortured and killed the morning after.”

“Ah… yeah, I guess that’d put a damper on things…”

“You could say that.”

“Tell ya what, soon as we get you back into your body, we’ll head out to a bar. I’m telling you Cas, there’s no better wingman than me. The girls will be clambering over themselves for a shot at you. Get you some better memories, yeah?”

Castiel’s gaze slid away from Dean’s, hunching over himself on the couch, staring down at his hands in his lap and fiddling awkwardly with his fingers. “Um… no, thank you.”

“No?”

“No,” Castiel repeated firmly. “I’m not interested.”

“You’re not interested?” Dean mirrored Cas’s words in disbelief. “You’re just… not interested in sex? Like, at all?”

“I didn’t say that,” Castiel replied testily. “I’m not interested in sex with random strangers I do not care for.”

Dean’s face scrunched in confusion. “Uh, okay? If not with strangers, then who? Who else would you want to-,”

Dean’s words dried up in his mouth as the realization clobbered him around the head, mouth still hung open in mid-sentence. He closed his mouth with an audible clang of his teeth, feeling the heat rush to his face, now the same deep shade of scarlet that Cas couldn’t quite seem to shake.

“So, uh… anyway… guess having more control of my dreams is kind of like… a second life, huh?” Dean thought out loud, eager to change the subject. “You can’t usually tell when you’re dreaming, right?”

Thankfully, Castiel rolled with the change without a complaint - though Dean resolutely chose to ignore the brief flicker of disappointment he saw from Cas. “Not typically, no. I believe some people are more aware of when they’re dreaming, with some even able to gain some form of control over their dreams.”

“Think that’s called ‘Lucid Dreaming’ or something like that,” Dean said. “Hey, wait – does that mean I can control my dreams too? Like how you did, with the changing where we are and all that.”

“I don’t see why not. Though, you may accidentally wake yourself up with the effort.”

Well, no time like the present. Dean focused on the table in front of him, eyes squinting and body straining as he tries to summon two frosty beers. He released his held breath with a harsh sigh when nothing appeared, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

“What did you try to do?” Cas’s eyes darted between Dean and the empty space he had been staring intensely at.

“Make two beers appear…” Dean grumbled, arms still firmly crossed.

As he said it, two bottles of beers appeared magically from thin air on the table. A brief surge of excitement ran through Dean, thinking he had managed to do it himself, but the pleased smile he saw on Cas’s face quickly proved him wrong.

“You’ll figure it out eventually,” Castiel assured him, gesturing for Dean to take one of the beers.

Dean plucked up the beers from the table – already with their lids popped off – passing one of the bottles to Cas and keeping the other for himself. “Might be dangerous once I do… all that power at my finger-tips… how did you not abuse your angel powers more?”

“I can’t do what I’ve been doing in your head,” Castiel replied, taking a sip of the cold beer, the bitter liquid going down smoothly. “I couldn’t manifest items. I couldn’t change environments on a whim – though I suppose my power of flight was close to that…”

“Noticed you had your wings back in the barn,” Dean noted, gesturing at the empty space behind Cas with his hand, beer still firmly gripped in hand. “Thought you couldn’t fly anymore with them?”

“I can take up any form I wish to,” Castiel answered. “My true form right now is nothing but light, my grace circulating through your body. I chose to appear to you as Jimmy because… it’s what I’m most comfortable with now. And it allows me to speak to you face to face.”

“Can’t say I blame you for wanting your wings back,” Dean said. “Must’ve felt like you… lost some limbs…”

Castiel glanced over at Dean’s deflating tone, face softening in sympathy at the sight of Dean staring woefully down at his own legs. “That is an apt comparison, yes. Dean… I can't even begin to apologize-,”

“And you won’t,” Dean cut him off curtly. “This isn’t on you, Cas.”

“But it is,” Castiel argued back. “I could have healed you completely If I had just-,”

“If you had what? Burnt through all your grace and died? Again?” Dean finished his sentence for him, voice growing in irritation.

“Yes.”

“Sorry Cas, but that ain’t a fair trade. If losing my legs is the price I have to pay to keep you here with us, then I’ll take that deal a thousand times over.”

Castiel genuinely looked taken aback by Dean’s sentiment, eyes locked with his, trying to assess if Dean’s lying or not. And as much as he hates to admit it, Dean finds himself getting angry again. He can’t help it. Why does Cas not see? What does he have to do for Cas to understand how much he means to him? After twelve years of non-stop apocalypses, end of the world’s and pissed off cosmic beings, with Cas always by his side… he thought Cas would get the hint by now that he wants him around.

“Besides, I’ve still got the use of my legs in my dreams, so that’s a plus,” Dean slapped at his legs on the table with a grin. “I got cold beers, the use of my legs, and my best friend back. Can’t ask for much more than that.”

Cas shook his head, the kicked puppy look still plastered on his face. “You deserve more than that…”

And as those words lingered in the air between them, Dean let the thoughts in his mind run free, knowing he’ll never have the balls to speak them out loud:

‘If you could see yourself how I see you, Cas… You’d know I’ve already got more than I could ever deserve.’

* * *

“They really think Dean’s good to go in a few days?” Eileen followed just behind Sam as they descended the bunkers metal stairs, stepping out into the map room.

“That’s what they told me, yeah,” Sam answered, craning his head around so Eileen could read his lips, coming to a stop in the center of the room. “He just needs a few days to recover from the blood loss, and make sure his immune system doesn’t start attacking the metal pins in his spine.”

“That’s a thing?”

“Apparently…” Sam sighed, glancing around the bunker’s interior, a concerned frown etched on his features. “Huh, usually she’s-,”

Sam couldn’t even finish his sentence before there was the sound of claws clicking against the bunker’s concrete floors, soft pads pacing down the hallway rapidly as Miracle came into sight. Her blonde tail began wagging impossibly fast as she laid eyes on Sam, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as she pants.

“There she is!” Sam beamed, dropping down into a crouch and holding out his arms. Miracle ran straight into them, hopping up so her front paws were resting on Sam’s thighs, trying to lick every bit of his face she can reach.

“This is Miracle-,” Sam introduced her to Eileen, turning his beaming smile over to her. “-She’s very friendly, as you can tell.”

“I can see,” Eileen said with a laugh, crouching down alongside Sam. Miracle immediately shifted her attention to the new face she has yet to meet, giving Eileen a thorough sniff-down before she too began pawing at Eileen’s lap, tail whipping between Eileen and Sam’s legs, excited to have a new addition to the bunker.

“You should see her with Dean,” Sam gracefully stood back up, stretching out his back until it popped – his age really was starting to catch up with him. “You think she’s loving with us? You haven’t seen anything until you see her fawning over Dean.”

“Maybe Dean’s just good at forming ‘profound bonds’ with strays.” Eileen shot him a joking smile, giving Miracle one last scratch behind the ears before standing up.

Sam barked out a laugh, shaking his head fondly and turning to walk further into the bunker. “Are you calling Cas a stray?”

“In a nice way-,” Eileen made sure to add, keeping up with Sam’s long strides as they headed down the bunker’s hallways, Miracle’s bounding footsteps following just behind. “Dean just seems to have a soft spot for those that can’t find a home.”

Sam stuttered in his steps as he came to a stop outside Dean’s room, his gaze resting on the doors to Jack’s and Cas’s rooms. “Yeah… guess you could say that… But, so long as Cas has Dean? He has a home.”

Dean’s room hadn’t been touched since they had left. The bed had been left hastily made, its sheets wrinkled, and pillows haphazardly placed atop the covers. A few half drunken bottles of beers were dotted around the room, most in arms reach, giving the room a perpetual stench of alcohol that lingered in the air – though not as strong as Sam had smelt just a week before.

Sam couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his mouth at the photo he saw lying on the bed. It was the one of Dean and Cas, from when they had to dress up as cowboys to blend in with the locals. Right after the photo had been taken, Dean had set up the old janky printer they had in the bunker and printed out two copies.

The moment was still fresh in Sam’s memory. Dean had joyfully pressed his phone into Jack’s hands, babbling about how he couldn’t miss the photo opportunity – and the blackmail said photo could be used for against Cas, who still didn’t seem too sure on the western-style and trench-coat combo. It had been one of the first times Dean had treated Jack like… well, like one of them. Jack had smiled in that moment, Sam remembered. Jack had always tried so hard to please Dean… and there, on that day, bringing Cas back into their lives… he had done just that. Even with the knowledge of mom trapped in that other world, the responsibility of getting her back, Dean was finally starting to look more like his old self again.

If they ever were to lose Cas again… the Dean he knows is going to die with him.

“They kind of look like models for some Texan ranch magazine,” Eileen commented, leaning over Sam’s shoulder to get a better look at the photo he held precariously in his hands. “When was this?”

“Few years ago, now,” Sam answered, soft smile still lingering on his face. “This was, uh… this was not long after we got Cas back. Dean realized we don’t have any photos of Cas, so… yeah.”

“Cas doesn’t look too impressed with the hat.”

Sam huffed with quiet laughter, gently placing the photo on Dean’s dresser next to Dean’s framed photo of him and mom. “Yeah, but it made Dean happy, so he put up with it.”

Miracle had already made herself comfy on Dean’s bed, looking up at the two with half-moon eyes, tail thumping lightly against the bedsheets. Sam gave her a good ruffle on the head, sighing to himself as he glanced around the room.

“Alright, I’m gonna grab some of Dean’s clothes, find his laptop… somewhere in here. If you, um…”

Eileen raised an eyebrow at Sam’s hesitation, trying to catch his eye when he kept his eyes fixed on Miracle as he stroked a hand down the fur on her back. “Sam?”

“I think the keys to your truck are hanging in the garage somewhere,” Sam finally got out in a rush. “If you wanted to take them and head home…”

“Are you kicking me out?”

“What? No! No, of course not!” Sam spluttered, backtracking quickly. “I just… with everything going on, I thought you might want to-,”

“You think I’d leave you now?” Eileen stepped closer to Sam, pinching his chin between her fingers to force his attention onto her. “Just because Dean’s the one that got injured doesn’t mean he’s the only one that’s going to need help. This is going to be tough on both of you. If I can help? I’m not going anywhere.”

Sam smiled gently down at her, covering her hand on his chin with his own. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to stay.”

“You’re not,” Eileen assured him quietly. “I want to stay. With Chuck finally gone… things seem calmer now. Clearer.”

“If you’re sure…?”

“I’m sure,” Eileen leaned up on her tiptoes, planting a kiss on his stubbled cheek, then another on his lips, lingering there for a moment longer before pulling away. “Think it’s about time you shave off that five o’clock shadow, too.”

Sam ducked his head down with an abashed grin, huffing in almost silent laughter. “I’ll get right on that.”

“I know you’re worried about him,” Eileen was able to read his mind, like usual. “But he’s in the best place he can be right now. Cas is with him, and I think we both know Cas would rather sacrifice himself than let something happen to Dean. But that’s not going to happen. He’ll be fine. It’s going to be a lot of work. A lot. There’s going to be times where Dean doesn’t want to look in our direction, times when he lashes out, and we’ll handle all that, okay?”

“I know we will. It’s just… it’s always something, you know? With what happened to Dean, and now… now we’ve gotta fix Cas, too…”

“At least this problem isn’t one that’ll potentially end all life as we know it. If you’ve taken on God - and won - then I think something like this would be a walk in the park.”

“Yeah… just got to find a way to recreate a body that belongs to an angel which was destroyed by a being older than God himself. Sounds easy…”

“You’re a Winchester,” Eileen pointed out, patting at his chest. “Beating impossible odds is in your blood.”

* * *

Sam was up the next morning early as usual, electing to forgo his usual jog in the woods outside the bunker to get Dean’s stuff together. It didn’t take too long to scrounge together a few pairs of jeans and sweats from Dean’s cupboard, along with some soft cotton t’s and flannel shirts- they’re wardrobe didn’t exactly have too much variety.

He found Dean’s laptop after a few minutes of searching around Dean’s room, eventually finding it tucked under Dean’s bed, having to get down on his stomach and army crawl underneath to retrieve both laptop and charger. It was hastily shoved in the clothes bag they would typically use for hunts, then stored just outside his room while he ducked into the bathroom for a shower.

The soothing hot water did it’ trick, scrubbing away all the grime, sweat, and stress built up from the past two nights. Sam savored the feeling of the warm water pounding atop his head, bracing himself against the tile walls as the drops cascade down his body and soak into his hair. He couldn’t stay in there forever though, eventually gathering enough energy to flick the switch off and cut off the water, the instant chill of the air pushing him out of the cubicle to grab a towel.

Now, freshly clean and with a new set of clothes, Sam felt at least somewhat more prepared to take on the rest of the day. He plucked the bag of Dean’s clothes and laptop back up from outside his room, making his way to the bunker's kitchen to find Eileen already sat at the table, chewing on a slice of buttered toast. Miracle was sat patiently next to Eileen, her head in her lap, best begging eyes on full display as she watched every movement of the toast in Eileen’s hand.

“Thought you were still asleep,” Sam said as he dropped the bag off on top of the kitchen island.

“Felt when you got up,” Eileen told him once she had swallowed her bite of toast. “I’m a light sleeper, so it happens.”

Sam pulled out the last few slices of bread from the bread tin, popping it into the toaster to prepare his own breakfast. “Oh, well, sorry for waking you up.”

“Eh, I needed to get up anyway,” Eileen waved off his apology. “I fed Miracle, by the way. Just to make sure we don’t double-feed her.”

“Me and Dean still do that,” Sam admitted with a small laugh, leaning his hip against the kitchen isle as he spoke. “She’s very good at convincing you she’s been left to starve.”

“I bet these puppy eyes work a little too well on Dean,” Eileen ran her fingers through Miracles soft curls, whose tail began thumping harder in response. “I bet you guys give her everything she asks for.”

“Maybe,” Sam admitted, jumping slightly when his toast popped out of the toaster – never fails to get him… “I’m stronger willed than Dean, though. She doesn’t even have to beg him for anything; Dean’s already scraped his leftovers into her bowl before she even knows he has food.”

Sam was halfway through buttering his own slice of toast, searching through their depleted cupboards for his sugar-free jar of jelly (which is not real jelly, according to Dean), when Eileen places a gentle touch on his shoulder.

“There was something I wanted to talk to you about,” She said once he had turned around, jar of jam in hand.

“What’s up?” Sam’s eyes followed her as she dropped her plate into the kitchen sink, flicking on the tap switch and grabbing a sponge from the sink, scrubbing at her plate.

“I think it might be best if I stay here. While you go and get Dean, I mean.”

“Oh,” Sam blanched, mostly moving on autopilot as he picks the knife back up and dunks it into the jar of jam. “You don’t want to come with me to bring him home?”

“You know it’s not that,” Eileen corrected him, turning the tap off and plucking up a towel from its hanging place and using it to dry the plate off. “I just think it makes more sense, don’t you? I can be here to look after Miracle while you’re away instead of trying to find a pet-friendly motel, and I can help get this place ready for when Dean gets here. For one, your cupboards are in a desperate need of a restock.”

“Yeah, we… were never the best at keeping track of things…” Sam rubbed at the back of his neck, averting his gaze. “But don’t feel like you have to do all this stuff. I should be doing all of that, too.”

Eileen finished off drying the plate, placing it atop the drying rack before turning to face Sam, leaning her side against the sink. “Think of it as earning my keep. Besides, I want to help, and I feel like I’d be more help here than I would at the hospital. Dean’s probably going to be feeling overwhelmed already, and I don’t want to make that worse.”

Sam’s brows scrunched into a frown as he finished spreading the raspberry jelly onto his toast, placing the knife into the sink with a soft sigh. “Maybe you’re right… I don’t really know what’s the right thing to do with all this…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Eileen reassured him with an understanding smile. “Right now, your brother needs you.”

“Yeah… and I’d imagine Cas needs saving soon, too.”

“…From what?”

“Poor guys trapped in Dean’s head with nowhere to go,” Sam joked with a teasing smile at his brothers’ expense, shoving his slice of toast into his mouth. “Won’t be long till he’s driven out of his mind.”

* * *

To say Dean was bored was an understatement.

Usually, waking up from his dreams was a relief. That typically happens when 99.9% of the dreams you remember are nightmares, so it’s not too much of a surprise that he tries to limit the amount of sleep he gets to the bare minimum. This time, though? He actually found himself feeling disappointed when he woke up. Probably the most well-rested he’s been in years, and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

His dreams somehow felt more normal than reality. Just hanging out in the bunker with a few beers, his best friend by his side as they talked about everything and everything… compared to now, quite literally stuck to his hospital bed, squinting up at the laughably tiny box tv and flicking through countless channels of nothingness… Yeah, he was living the life…

‘Have you somehow gained enough brain power to process a single second of every show you’re flicking through to process each and every storyline?’

Dean paused with his finger hovering over the button to change the channel, surprised by Cas’s voice in his head for the first time since he’s woken up.

‘Uh… no?’

‘Well neither have I, so could you please stop?’

Dean huffed with a roll of his eyes, changing the channel over to the only show out there that never fails to keep his attention.

‘Oh… This show again…’

’If you could not refer to Dr. Sexy MD with such disdain, I’d appreciate it.’

‘I don’t entirely understand the appeal of the show to you. Out of all the movies and shows you’ve shown me, this one always seemed to be the outlying one.’

‘Everyone’s got a guilty pleasure show, Cas. Besides, what’s not to like about Dr. Sexy MD? Plenty of drama, girls slapping people left and right - and then there’s the man himself, of course.’

‘The Doctor?”

‘Doctor Sexy, thank you very much.’

‘You do seem particularly fond of him.’

‘Part of the whole ‘guilty pleasure’ thing, Cas.’

‘Is it the cowboy boots?’

‘…What?’

‘I noticed you seem to have a certain, um… attraction… towards western related fashion, and the overall time period.’

‘Yeah, coz it’s cool as all hell. Your point being?”

‘Nothing… Just something I’ve noticed about you.’

‘Can’t help but feel like you’re judging me here, Cas.’

‘Of course not. You’re welcome to any fetishes you may partake in-,’

‘It’s not a fetish!’

‘If you say so, Dean.’

The door to his room swung open at that moment, saving Dean from any further embarrassment. Sam walked through the door, looking a fair bit more rested than he had when he left, one of their old gym bags hanging from his hand.

“Hey, Dean,” Sam greeted him the second he stepped into the room, posture relaxing in relief when he sees Dean. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby that’s just been through some hellish trauma,” Dean replied with the fakest smile he can muster. “You look like you had no trouble getting to sleep.”

Sam shrugged in response as he dropped the gym bag by Dean’s bed before dragging one of the visitor chairs closer and flopping down in it.

“Kinda surprising-,” Dean added, catching Sam’s attention. “-Since I would have thought you and Eileen would be getting down to business.”

Sam upped his bitch face to max power, barely resisting the urge to shove his brother off the hospital bed when Dean wiggles his eyebrows up and down at him. “You know Dean, as much as I appreciate you taking an interest in my love life, could you not do it in the creepiest way imaginable?”

Dean grinned unabashedly at his little brother, raising a hand over his heart. “Ah, I tease because I love, Sammy.”

‘You’re a very complicated human being, Dean Winchester.’

‘Aint that the truth.’

“Where is Eileen anyway?” Dean got round to asking, expecting to have seen Eileen trailing after Sam.

“Back at the bunker,” Sam answered with a jab of his thumb over his shoulder. “She’s looking after Miracle while we’re here.”

“You telling me she chose a dog over you? Oof -- that’s rough man.”

“Very funny,” Sam deadpanned. “Actually, she was trying to figure out how best to help you. She didn’t want to overwhelm you while you’re here, so she stayed behind to take care of the bunker.”

‘It would probably be best not to antagonize your brother further on this subject, Dean.’

‘Yeah, kinda figured out for myself that I hit the limit, Cas.’

‘Just wanted to make sure. Since we now share a body, I would also feel it when Sam punches you in the face.’

‘Sammy won’t beat me up when I’m already broken… I think…’

‘Dean…’

‘Alright, alright, I’ll stop.’

“How’s she doing, by the way?” Dean asked. “I mean, she’s died, then came back as a ghost, then been brought back to life, died again, and then brought back again by something unknown… that tends to disorient people a bit.”

“Okay, I think. Obviously, she wants to find out what did actually bring her back, and why…”

“And more importantly – is it on our side,” Dean added. “Whatever it is, it’s gotta be powerful, right? It would be nice to find out we’ve got a major player on the board that’s fighting for us. Especially if it can help us with the whole ‘remaking Cas’s body’ problem.”

Sam snorted with laughter. “Since when are we that lucky? Or ever have it that easy?”

“Wow. Way to be a pessimist, Sam.”

‘He has a point.’

‘Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side!’

‘Sorry.’

“Hey, if something is on our side that’s willing to fix everything for us, then I’ll be happy to be proven wrong,” Sam defended himself. “But just in case, I’m going to rely on research in the bunker to find us a solution.”

“I’m just saying, we shouldn’t leave it out as an option. We’d be stupid to ignore someone with that much power who is willing to help us.”

‘I know I’m supposed to be one your side… but I think Sam’s right. Perhaps we should just take Eileen’s return as a blessing and move on. Digging into things out of our control could potentially escalate the situation into something we can’t handle.’

‘I get that Cas, but… what if whatever this thing is has some crappy plans for us? Shouldn’t we get the jump on things early, find out what we can so we’re better prepared?’

‘We don’t know that. For all we know, something went wrong whilst Jack was bringing everyone back from Chuck’s culling, and Eileen took a little bit longer than everyone else.’

‘Just Eileen?’

‘It may have happened to others around the globe. We can’t know for sure.’

’I think we’d be seeing some news articles about people popping back into existence if that was the case.’

“Dean!” Sam’s shout snapped Dean back into reality, his face displaying a strange mixture of amusement and bitch-face. “You’re doing the thing again.”

“Sorry, sorry – Cas likes to chatter.”

‘I am talking no more than I typically would.’

Dean chose to respond to Cas in his head with an echoing snort of laugher, nearly laughing out loud when he could feel Cas’s scowl in response.

“It’s super freaky when you do that. Your eyes glaze over like you’re on some kind of a drug trip.”

“Having an angel riding shotgun does that to you.”

‘My presence in your mind does not illicit any stimulant effects.’

‘Pretty sure hearing voices in your head is a common side effect of being high off your ass.’

‘I suppose that’s true. Though, I am not actually making any sound, rather I am sharing my own thoughts with you.’

‘Wait, does that mean you can hear my thoughts?’

‘Only the ones you direct at me.’

‘…What if I’m like… thinking of you? Do you hear that?’

‘Again, only if you’re directing it at me. Though, judging by your reaction, I’m assuming you didn’t mean to share your thoughts with me earlier.’

‘…What thoughts?’

‘The one you had while you were dreaming; where you thought about how I was more than you deserve?’

‘Shit.’

‘I’m assuming you didn’t mean to direct that at me either.’

‘Dammit, uh – I mean no, but I guess I wanted you to know it, but I wasn’t sure how to say it, but that wasn’t really what I-,’

‘Dean?’

‘…Yeah?’

‘It was an incredibly sweet thought to have. And one I didn’t expect for you to have, so… I was very thankful to hear it.’

‘Oh, uh… then I guess you’re welcome. Also guess I should get better control over my thoughts…’

‘For your personal privacy, yes you should. And perhaps for selfish reasons, I hope you don’t.

‘You hoping to hear some more compliments from me, Cas?’

‘It’s rare to get an opportunity to hear the inner truths of Dean Winchester.’

‘It’s a dangerous game.’

‘I don’t have much else to do up here. I’m more than willing to play.’

Dean tried to pretend he didn’t feel a thrill rush through him at Cas’s playful tone in his head.

“I don’t think I even want to know what you guys are talking about…” Sam’s voice barely filtered into his mind, almost like background noise. “You’re focusing on Cas about intensely as you focus on porn.”

That got Dean’s attention. “What?”

“Oh, you heard that, did you?”

Dean was saved from having to answer, the door creaking open once more to reveal the tired yet smiling face of Doctor Sullivan peeking into the room.

“Ah, the Winchesters!” Doctor Sullivan exclaimed at the sight of them, gently closing the door behind him. “How’s my miracle patient doing?”

“Right as rain, Doc,” Dean replied, eyes dropping to the files Doctor Sullivan held in his hands. “That about me? Hope it’s good news.”

“I’m pleased to tell you that it is,” Doctor Sullivan reached his bedside, standing next to Sam and flicking through the files. “Blood tests came back good – no sign of infection. I was quite worried about the potential of tetanus wreaking havoc… Your vitals are looking steady, about as normal as you can expect in your circumstances.”

The doctor placed the files down on the small table next to Dean’s bed, turning back to face Dean with a friendly smile. “You mind if I take a look at your stitches?”

“If it gets me out of here quicker Doc, I’m about willing to do whatever you want me to. Not to say that I haven’t been enjoying your company.”

The doctor chuckled light-heartedly as he snapped on a fresh pair of latex gloves. “Alright… Can you give a go at leaning forward for me? Don’t strain yourself, and don’t worry if you can’t do it at first – your range of movement is likely to be limited.”

Dean nodded up at the doctor, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Sam was peeking around Doctor Sullivan, apprehension painted across his face as he watched him. The second Dean tried bending himself forward, his body ached in protest. He gritted his teeth through the pain, placing his arms behind him and pushing down on the bed to give him an extra boost. Doctor Sullivan had an encouraging hand on his shoulder blade, gently guiding him forward.

“God, that sucked…” Dean said with a sharp exhale, breathing heavily as if he had just finished running a marathon.

“Actually, it was incredible,” Doctor Sullivan told him, gloved fingers getting to work peeling off the bandage wrapped around his body. “Most partially paralyzed patients I’ve personally treated have been unable to do what you just did. With time, sure, but never on the first attempt.”

“Eh, what can I say,” Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders, glancing back at Doctor Sullivan with a grin. “Guess I’ve got an angel watching over me.”

“Hmm… I’m inclined to believe you on that one.”

‘If only he knew, eh Cas?’

‘Most people tend to have some kind of a breakdown when they found out that we exist, so probably best not to tell him.’

‘No, probably not, Cas…’

“Mr. Winchester I have to say, every time I examine you, it increases my desire to carry out a study on you.” Doctor Sullivan mumbled from behind him, gently poking and prodding at the tender flesh around his stitches.

“Uh, I’m flattered Doc, but I’m afraid you’re not really my type.”

“On behalf of my brother, I’d like to apologize.” Sam butted in, already looking tired of Dean’s antics after being back for all of fifteen minutes.

“And on behalf of my brother, I’d like to apologize for his lack of a sense of humor. There anything you can do for him doctor, or is he a lost cause?”

‘Would you both let this poor man do his job?’

‘Nothing wrong with making his job a little bit fun, Cas. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were getting jealous of our budding friendship. You worried he’s going to take your place as my best friend?’

Dean knew better not to tease him about that anymore when he could physically feel the glare Cas was sending his way inside his head. It was like Cas’s grace was flaring up inside him, burning hot with… something. Anger? Sadness? Bitterness? Jealousy? Something negative, that was for sure.

‘Chill, Cas. I was joking. No one can replace you; don’t you worry.’

Immediately, the burning sensation running through his veins cooled. He could still sense it’s presence, the power humming just below the surface. It was trippy when he thought about it for too long. It wasn’t just Cas’s grace running through his body. It was Cas. An entire angel just… chilling in his body.

Possession is weird.

Doctor Sullivan finished his examination, wrapping a fresh bandage delicately around Dean’s torso, making sure it was secure and wouldn’t shift around. “Your stitches have healed at a remarkable rate. I’m half-convinced you’re not entirely human, Mr. Winchester.”

“If that was the case, I would have been strong enough and fast enough to stop some random guy shoving me into a pole,” Dean said bitterly. “But hey, healing power’s a cool power to have, I guess.”

“As a medical professional, I’m rather biased towards healing powers being the best superpowers,” Doctor Sullivan pulled the gloves off his hands, tossing them into a nearby bin. “Now, if I know you well enough at this point, I imagine you’re going to ask me if you can go home now?”

“You read me like a book, doctor.”

“Well, personally, I’d recommend you stay at the hospital for a few more days. But… from a medical standpoint, I’m not too concerned with you leaving today. So long as you promise me you’ll take it easy. You’re not entirely healed yet, okay?”

“Look at me,” Dean blanched, gesturing to his legs atop the bed. “There’s not much I can do but ‘take it easy.’ What am I gonna do, run away?”

“No,” Doctor Sullivan said, crossing his arms and giving Dean a stern look. “But I can imagine you might try to do things you used to do and over-exerting yourself.”

“Don’t worry-,” Sam popped up from the chair, stretching out his back as he stands. “-I’ll be keeping a close eye on him.”

Doctor Sullivan nodded at Sam, unfolding his arms with a soft sigh. “If you’re sure, then I’ll go get things ready to discharge you from the hospital, Mr. Winchester.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Dean expressed his gratitude. “Not just for this, but y’know, helping save my life.”

Doctor Sullivan gave him a small smile in response, bobbing his head at Dean in acknowledgment. “It’s what I’m here for. Oh, and thank you for being such an interesting patient. I may just have to write a paper on the man who defied all odds, then continued to amaze with his healing abilities.”

“Long as you make me sound cool and omit the part where I nearly threw up having my catheter removed - then I’m all for it.”

‘That was a… surprisingly uncomfortable procedure.’

‘You mispronounced “agonizingly painful” there, Cas. At least I know I still got some sensation down there…’

‘I was honestly shocked that wasn’t the first thing you asked upon waking up.’

‘What? If my junk still works?’

‘The thought was so loud in your mind that it was like you screamed it. It was a rather disorienting thing to hear upon waking with you.’

‘I mean… can you blame me?’

‘Speaking as an angel that has spent the past twelve years occupying a male vessel… I suppose not.’

‘And, y’know, since you’re sharing my junk now.’

Cas’s silence in his head spoke volumes.

‘I made it weird, didn’t I?’

‘Yes. Which is odd, since I’m usually the one that does that.’

‘Maybe we’re rubbing off on each other?’

‘Perhaps. That’s likely to happen when you spend twenty-four-seven sharing a mind.’

‘Hopefully, there’ll be enough research in the bunker to distract you from becoming a drunken, flannel-wearing, “too old to be hunting but too stubborn to give it up” hunter. And the quicker we get out of here to do that, the better…’

‘Why’s that?’

‘Coz the longer we stay here, the higher the chance the insurance company we scammed comes to make sure I never walk again…’

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A/N Hey. New chapter hope you enjoy it!

Cut into multiple parts because the actual chapter was like 30+ pages. Hopefully the rest of the chapters won't be that long.

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Chapter 2 part 1: Meeting the Slayer

Meeting the Slayer Part 1

Buffy nodded absentmindedly as Xander and Willow talked about how they buried The Master's bones before she turned back to Xander. "Anything else?" She asked desperate to get as far away from the topic of the Master and last May as possible.

"Outside of that the only other thing of interest was someone ran over the 'Welcome to Sunnydale" sign last week," Xander said with a shrug. "Should have seen it, the thing looked totaled."

"Oh yeah, I noticed that while we were driving in," Buffy said as they walked along. "What happened?"

"Dunno. happened sometime during the night, the running theory is that someone got tired and weren't being as careful as they should have been."

"They find out who did it?" Buffy asked looking straight ahead.

"If they did the police are keeping quiet," Willow said. "You don't think it could be vampires, do you?"

Buffy sighed. "I don't think so," She said. "You said it was a week ago? Most vamps don't wait a week to start creating carnage. You did say the vampire we just fought was the only one seen all summer." She stepped away suddenly tired and desperate to be as far away from the subject of vampires as possible. "Well, I should probably get home, clothes won't unpack themselves."

"Oh," Willow said looking a bit upset. "Well ok then see you."

"Oh, come on," Xander said. "Unpacking can wait an hour or so can't it?"

Buffy shook her head. "Not this time." She said.

"You should at the least contact Mr. Giles about the vampire," Willow said.

Buffy scrunched up her nose. "I'll see him in school." She said before she walked off.

The dream wasn't a cohesive narrative. Just a wave of images she couldn't stop, and Aisling in the center trying so hard to ride the wave and fighting against the need to just push them away.

Aisling could only hear, and feel, and see snippets as all the memories rushed past. Throughout the sequence, the same verse of a song she had never wanted to hear again played itself over and over.

Fire, so much fire- unable to get out-

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

"Close your eyes Aisling."

"Go mbristear do chosa bean Pháidín-

"Release him- "

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

The sounds of bones cracking-

"Go mbristear do chosa 's "do chnámha-

"Precious doll- "

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

The flash of steel, a cut wrist-

"Go mbristear do chosa bean Pháidín-

Blood, so much blood

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

"They're dead Bit"

"Go mbristear do chosa 's do chnámha-

Carrying her father to their hotel as he bled from his wounds-

Over and over and over again they played in her head, snippets of the worst moments of her life, with that song playing in the background. As the images and sensations passed by her and the song replayed its final verse (Her favourite verse) curled in on herself and covered her ears and shut her eyes, waiting for it all to end.

***

Aisling opened her eyes as she shot up from the bed. She looked around, and took a deep breath, and put a hand on her heart.

It was racing. She winced her dad might have been severely weakened from Prague, but his five senses were still so much more superior than hers. She took a deep breath and tried to will her heart rate to slow down.

When she was confident that her heart was beating at such a rate that her father wouldn't ask questions, she pulled off her covers and slid out of bed.

She shook her head trying to clear her head of the dream, her therapist had told her that change could bring back the nightmares and a change that was brought about by a traumatic event would make it all the worse. She'd dealt with this before, she'd had to move because of dangers before, she could handle this now-

Knowing that did not make her feel better and didn't stop her from focusing on the fact that it was different now. Her father had never been so severely injured before. If something went wrong; if her name on the rental agreement wasn't enough to keep vampires out…

"Princess?" Spike called through her closed door.

Aisling jumped and turned her head she hadn't realized that she hadn't moved. "Yea?" She asked crossing her arms.

"Can I come in?"

Aisling turned toward the windows in time to see the sunrise. "Wait!" She called climbing over her bed and hurried to the window. For a moment she took a second to stare at the sunrise before she pulled the curtains as hard as she could over the windows. When she was satisfied that no sunlight could get through, she walked toward the door and opened it. "Hey, da'."

Spike's stood on the other side of her room his eyes lingered for a moment on the three scars that ran down the length of her arm. She looked down.

"Your heart rate spiked – twice." He said. "Are you ok?"

"First day o' school," Aisling said attempting to wave him off. Her accent had lessened over the years, but it still came out on occasion "You know how it is."

Spike leaned against her door frame. "Are you sure?"

Aisling stared up at Spike and looked away. "Yea."

Spike stared down at her for a long moment. "You know you don't have to pretend with me, right?"

Aisling shrugged. "I had a nightmare – but I'm fine. I get them every time I change schools. It's… fine." Inwardly Aisling winced at the repetition.

Spike raised his eyebrow, which emphasized the scar on his left eyebrow. "Is that right?" He asked.

"Yea," Aisling said. "I need to shower." She said walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out her housecoat. "Can you move?"

Spike rolled his eyes and moved out of the way. "Don't think we're done talking about this missy."

"There's nothin' to talk about," Aisling said. "And shouldn't you be restin'?" She asked.

"I'm fine at the mo'," Spike said.

"Uh-huh," Aisling said. "And you accuse me o' pretendin'?"

Spike glared at her. "Just- just go take your shower.

Aisling laughed before she disappeared into the bathroom.

***

An hour later, she exited her room, her curly black hair was tied back in a ponytail, her nails painted almost blood red. Her clothing consisted of dark blue jeans and a white tank top. Her large round dark blue eyes stared up at him questioningly.

"You look good," Spike said taking a sip from his cup of warmed blood.

Aisling smiled her-the corners of her lips turning upward. "Thanks, Da'" She said softly.

Spike smiled and walked forward and kissed her on the forehead. "You're welcome." He straightened and turned toward the kitchen. "Now have some breakfast, I'd rather not have your first day of school be ruined because you fainted after not havin' eaten."

Aisling chuckled and shook her head. "I've gone without it before," Aisling said as she went to sit at the kitchen table. "It's not a problem."

Spike sighed as poured out some cereal and some milk into a bowl and slid it over to Aisling.

"Eat, and don't forget your meds."

"Aye aye," Aisling said as she scarfed down her breakfast. When her bowl was empty she pushed it away and stood and left to the bathroom to take her meds.

The minute Aisling was out of sight he dropped his head onto his arms suddenly tired.

Or, well, no it wasn't sudden, he'd been feeling tired since Aisling entered the kitchen, but he hadn't wanted her to worry.

He wanted to drive her to school this morning – first day and all that, but now he didn't know if had the strength to make it downstairs, let alone drive Aisling to school.

He didn't know how long he was like that when he felt someone's hands on his upper arms.

"Come on," Aisling said gently pulling him up. "Bed."

"I'm fine Ash."

Aisling nodded and smiled softly. "It's fine, I promise."

"It's tradition," Spike argued.

Aisling sighed. "I know, but this isn't my last year of school, there is always next year. Besides, you and I both know that you aren't a stickler for tradition anyway."

Spike sighed. "It's different when it's you."

Aisling squeezed his arm. "Rest, I wanted to walk to school today anyway."

"Alright." Spike gave in. "I do love you, Princess."

Aisling leaned forward and they both kissed each other on the cheek. "See you later," Aisling said waving as she walked away. "Get some rest."

***

Finding the school wasn't hard. She had seen it several times over the past week as she explored the town. She knew exactly where she had to go to get there even if she had chosen to walk.

The problem however was finding her way into the principal's office. She had no idea where it was and the school had called her on Friday to let her know that she had to be at the office to pick up her schedule, documents that needed to be signed, and that the principal wanted to have a word with her.

Aisling had a feeling the principal wanted to talk to her about the number of schools she'd been to. He wouldn't be the first principle concerned over the number of times she'd had to move around.

Still, the class was gonna start soon and she still had no idea how to find the office. She looked around for someone to ask and spotted a girl with long brown hair and bangs held back with a hair clip. She had on a light blue sleeveless shirt with a white and black striped skirt and white heeled shoes.

Given the confidence, she was exhibiting it suggested that she was the alpha especially with the way all the other girls were hanging off her every word. She straightened the black leather jacket that she was wearing fixed her hair took a deep breath and walked forward as confidently as she could.

"Art and buildings? I was totally beachless for a month and a half. No one has suffered like I have. Of course, I think that that kind of adversity builds character-" She heard the girl say as she walked up to her.

"Uh 'scuse me?" Aisling said with a light wave. "Sorry to interrupt but I'm completely lost."

Aisling could feel herself getting measured as the resident alpha looked her up and down.

"Nice shoes." The girl said sounding vaguely impressed. "And that leather jacket is tres chic."

Aisling couldn't hear any lies in her tone and decided to take her at her word. "Thanks. Sorry for interrupting, but I'm lost, and I desperately need to find the office to get my schedule and papers to be signed." She said, "I'm Aisling by the way, I'm new."

"Sure…" The girl said before she started rattling off directions. Then her eyes caught hold of someone a couple of feet away. Aisling turned her head to see who Cordelia was staring at and saw a man with dark hair and a receding hairline, who appeared to be about as tall as Aisling and kind of reminded her of a Ferengi. "Or you could just talk to Principal Snyder there," Cordelia said pointing off.

"Ah," Aisling said. "looks strict."

"Yeah, word of warning, he hates students." She said her voice low to avoid being heard.

"Like bad at hiding, he hates students, or gleefully lets everyone knows he hates students?" Aisling said her voice equally low.

"Leaning towards that second one." The brown-haired girl said.

Aisling pursed her lips and nodded. "Ah, might as well get this out of the way, thanks," She said starting to walk off then she paused and turned back around. "I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your name."

"Cordelia Chase." The brunette said with a wave. "See you around."

"You too."

***

"Might as well be talking to myself," Snyder said Aisling watched as two adults walked away from him and had to bite her lip from chuckling.

"Principal Snyder?" Aisling stepped in with a smile. "I'm Aisling-"

Snyder glared at her and Aisling found her smile wilting.

"Can't you see I'm-" Snyder said turning around and noticing that Mr. Giles was nowhere to be seen. "Talking to someone…"

"My apologies," Aisling said bowing her head slightly. "But I was told that before I head to my first class this morning, I had a meeting with the principal. Who, I was told, is you."

"Least you aren't transferring halfway through the year," Snyder said walking away from her, Aisling walked up after him. "Unlike another troublemaker student."

Aisling wisely kept her mouth shut.

Snyder walked ahead of her, occasionally pulling students out and warning them to 'spit out that gum', 'tuck in that shirt', and at least once to 'stop laughing.'

Oh yeah. Aisling thought sarcastically. This is gonna be fun.

Snyder led her through the school to the principal's office and opened the door and lead her through it.

"I see you've moved schools quite a few times, Miss Pratt." Principal Snyder said when she entered.

"I have." Aisling nodded.

Snyder narrowed his eyes at her. "Any particular reason why?"

Aisling shrugged. Cause I live with a vampire who hunts demons for a living?

"Dad and I don't like being tied down to one place for too long," Aisling said giving the usual answer she gave when asked that question.

Snyder's eyes narrowed. "I can sense you're a troublemaker, Miss Pratt," Snyder said leaning forward over her file. "I don't like having troublemakers in my school. Since there's nothing in your record that suggests delinquency I'll just have to settle with letting you know that I'll be watching you very closely – understand?"

Aisling bit the inside of her cheek to keep from losing her temper.

"Now Ais-ling," Snyder said with a slightly smug smile. "Anything to say before you pick up your schedule?"

Aisling fought demons, vampires, and entire mobs of human beings. Principal Snyder in comparison was a small man, who liked acting tough to compensate for his small demeanour.

Still. Getting kicked out of school on the first day was not a great way to start the school year.

"No Sir." Aisling said paused and then decided 'screw it'. "Except, really – it's pronounced Ash-ling." She said before she jumped out of her seat and ran out the door before Snyder had a chance to yell at her.

***

Buffy sighed as she sat in class vaguely aware of the new student that walked into class and sat just in front of her after having spoken to the teacher for a moment.

"Hey." The girl said her hand outstretched. "I'm Aisling; I'm new." She had a slight accent that Buffy had trouble placing.

Buffy forced a smile on her face. "I'm Buffy." She said taking the proffered hand.

Aisling's eyes became questioning before she sat turned to pay attention to class.

Buffy tried to pay attention to class like the good student she was supposed to be, but she found herself without the energy, her mind constantly drifting to other topics. Memories and feelings that she didn't need or want, but still they came at the most inopportune time.

For the entire day, she found herself unable to concentrate only barely able to be present when Ashlyn-or whatever her name was-asked her a question about the assignment the teacher had set, as well as a question about where the library was located.

She could tell that the newbie was aware that she was distracted but outside of giving a fake smile there wasn't anything else Buffy was willing to do to prove that she was fine.

So instead, she did something else – she tried to alleviate her feelings by forcing herself to think about something else.

"So…" She said "Newbie huh? Where from?" Buffy asked after class as the new girl walked along beside her. Willow and Xander keeping pace on the other side.

"Well, I was born in Ireland," Aisling said indirectly telling Buffy where her accent was from. "But I've lived in America for years, recently moved here from Los Vegas."

Xander chuckled. "That must have been interesting."

"What did your parents do there?" Willow asked curiously.

"My dad's a private contractor and a writer," Aisling said with a smile.

"So, he doesn't work in a casino," Willow asked.

Aisling rolled her eyes. "No, though he has gone there from time to time to play poker."

"Your dad a big gambler?" Xander asked.

Willow's eyes widened and hissed "Xander!" In a low shocked voice.

Aisling shrugged. "He likes to play, and he's good." She said then smiled gently. "He's responsible."

"That's good," Buffy said distractedly.

"Everything alright?" Aisling asked turning her attention to Buffy. "You seem…" Aisling looked around trying to find the right word.

Buffy jumped and turned around. "Oh – yeah." Buffy scoffed waving her hand. "I'm fine."

Aisling sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Rough summer?"

"No! No…" Buffy winced at her defensive nature "Is it that obvious?"

Aisling smiled sympathetically. "Me too," Aisling said. "Dad got awful hurt while the two of us were vacationing. Ended up having to cut our vacation short."

"Sorry to hear that," Buffy said. "Is he better?"

"What happened?" Xander asked.

"Took a bad fall." Aisling said before changing the subject. "Do you know where the computer science room is? It's my next class."

"Oh yeah, Willow takes that class," Buffy said pointing to Willow.

"You a computer whiz?" Willow asked brightly.

"Oh no, but it can't hurt to learn how to use them," Aisling said waving toward Willow. "Get the feeling that knowing how to use them is going to beneficial in the future."

Willow stepped forward. "Well, I can show you where it is!" Then she became hesitant. "That is- if you want me to?"

Aisling smiled and linked arms with Willow. "Please, newbie here, any help given to me by anyone would be welcome. Especially after the lecture, I got by Snyder just before class."

"Lecture?" Xander stepped in Buffy herself leaned over intrigued. "Ooh, what happened?"

"He… was concerned over the number of schools I'd been to in the last few years," Aisling said. "Thinks I'm a troublemaker, just because I've moved around a lot." Aisling rolled her eyes.

"Moved around a lot?"

Aisling nodded. "Yeah, Born in Ireland, moved to America when I was around 8, and dad moved us around. Neither of us like being in one place for too long."

"Ireland?" Buffy asked. "Guy I know's from Ireland."

Aisling looked impressed. "Fellow Mick huh? He go to school here?"

Buffy paused and suddenly looked as though she wished she'd never brought it up. "Uh No. He doesn't. So anyway Ireland huh? That must be fun."

Aisling nodded. "It is. Dad and I go back there every other summer, was supposed to go there this summer, but I changed my mind last minute," Aisling said, Buffy vaguely noticed that Aisling's eyes went slightly distant at that, but before Buffy could even think to comment on it, Aisling shook her head and continued. "We take turns choosing summer vacation destinations every year. I usually choose Ireland, but decided on Prague…" She paused and looked around at everyone staring at her "and I accidentally revealed that dad and I have a lot more money than most people, here didn't I?" Buffy wondered what the look on her face must have been because Aisling immediately looked uncomfortable. Buffy tried to smooth out her features.

"Only by the fact that you can apparently afford to leave the country every summer," Xander said with a sarcastic grin.

Aisling winced.

"It's fine." Willow jumped in. "Not unless you're the type to flaunt it, like a certain queen bee we know."

"Cordelia Chase?" Aisling asked. "Met her before class, she pointed out Snyder to me."

"Be warned she'll only put up with you until you threaten her status – then she'll drop you like a hot potato."

"Yeah, I've been to enough schools to know how most Queen Bees work," Aisling said. "The last school I went to, her daddy owned one of the top casinos in the Strip… and was a major benefactor to the school, needless to say, that girl was the walking definition of untouchable."

The bell rang.

"Shoot," Willow said linking arms with Aisling. "We're late, we gotta go, Bye Buffy, bye Xander." She said before she hurried off with Aisling.

"Uh bye!" Aisling said as Willow ran off with Aisling in tow. "See you later!"

"Bye!" Buffy said waving as Willow and Aisling hurried off.

***

"So… I hate the principal." Aisling said into her phone as she sat outside during Lunch a half-eaten sandwich in her hand. "But other than that…"

Aisling heard a tired chuckle on the other line. "You've had bad principals before. We're generally able to sort them out by Parent-Teacher Night."

"Yeah, but their hatred of kids and teens wasn't so… blatant. It's both refreshing and weird." Aisling said taking a bite out of her sandwich deciding not to bring up if Spike would even be well enough to head out to PT night.

"You alright?"

Aisling nodded her mouth full of food that she quickly swallowed. "Yeah, I can handle an awful principal."

"Good," Spike said. "I mean not good but…"

Aisling chuckled. "I know. It's fine, I only need to worry if I get sent down, and I'm really good at not having that happen."

"Just be careful, alright? You're over a Hellmouth. It's not just students and teachers you have to worry about."

"I know," Aisling said taking a bite out of her sandwich. "I have lived on one before y'know."

"Don't remind me." This time Spike sounded bitter.

"Wasn't so bad," Aisling said. "Can confidently say that I have, in fact, lived through much worse."

"Amazingly, that's doesn't make me feel any better." Aisling could almost hear Spike rolling his eyes at her.

"Aisling!" Aisling looked up as she saw Buffy, Xander, and Willow walking toward her. She smiled and waved as the three walked toward her.

"Who was that?" Spike asked.

"Just some people I met in class," Aisling said. "I Gotta go. Try to get some rest. I'll see you when I get home alright?"

"Your making friends?" Spike sounded almost thrilled at the idea.

Aisling rolled her eyes, for a vampire her father could get so weird about the most human things. "Possibly, I'm not sure. I gotta go, I'll tell you more when I get home."

"Fine," Spike said. "I love you, princess, alright?"

Aisling smiled. "I'll talk to you later." She said just as the three students walked up to her.

"Love you."

"Love you too," Aisling said before she flicked her phone closed. She looked up and smiled at the three of them. "Fancy meetin' you here." She said. "What can I do for ya?"

"Sitting by yourself is no fun on your first day," Willow said sitting beside her. "Thought we'd keep you company."

"Oh, thanks! It was no trouble." Aisling said with a smile. "Just thought I'd call my dad let him know how my day was going."

"You two must be close." Xander said.

Aisling smiled and looked down. "Yeah, his work keeps him busy but when he's home he does his best to make sure that we spend as much time together as we can." She said with a shrug.

"So, what did you think of Miss Calendar?" Willow asked. "Pretty cool huh?"

"Yeah, she is," Aisling agreed, taking another bite of her sandwich. She looked at Buffy who looked like she was starting to Space out. "What about you Buffy?"

Buffy turned to Aisling her eyes wide. "What?"

"Your day, how was it?" Aisling asked with a small smile.

"Uh" Buffy gave a one-shoulder half shrug. "It was fine."

Aisling nodded. "So, have anything decent to do in this town?"

"There's this nightclub called the Bronze." Willow cut in with a smile. "Club let's just about anyone in, everyone goes there."

"Nightclub?" Aisling said.

"Yeah, that's not a problem is it?"

Aisling shrugged and took another bite of her sandwich. "Music any good?"

"Oh yeah, the Bronze does live music almost every other night," Willow said eagerly. "You should check it out one of these nights."

Aisling shrugged. "Maybe."

***

"Sorry!" Aisling said into her cell. "I'll be out in a few minutes, I just wanted to check out a couple of books for English."

"What books?" Spike asked.

"Uh- shoot." Aisling cursed as she realized she forgot what the booklist was. Aisling pulled the list out of her book bag. "Pride and Prejudice, Lord of the Flies, Wuthering Heights…"

"We have Pride and Prejudice, so you don't need to bother checking that one out," Spike said.

"I remember," Aisling said. "The other two, however-"

"I can wait," Spike said. "See you later, Bit."

"See you," Aisling said closing the phone.

The Library wasn't too hard to find once she'd stopped and asked Cordelia where it was. She found Cordelia to be a little tactless but not overtly off-putting in her help

She opened the double doors and walked into a middle-aged man and a blonde girl in a tank top and leggings, the girl was doing flips and jumps over the room. Aisling was mildly concerned that the books would be destroyed but given the middle-aged man didn't seem concerned over the books, she had to assume that it was a common occurrence.

Aisling coughed to get their attention and the blonde immediately stopped her gymnastic routine while the middle-aged stood straighter at seeing her there. The blonde girl turned her head and Aisling immediately recognized her as Buffy.

"Yes?" The man asked stepping forward.

"Sorry." Aisling said, "I needed to borrow a few books for class-though I can come back early tomorrow instead."

"No, no." The man said. "It's fine I'm Mr. Giles the Librarian, what books did you need to get?"

"Wuthering Heights and Lord of the Flies" Aisling rattled off.

Giles pointed off to a nearby bookshelf. "They should be there."

"Thank you," Aisling said, she turned to the blonde. "Hey, Buffy." She said waving slightly.

"Hey, Aisling," Buffy said.

"So… any reason you're working out in a library, instead of the gym?" Aisling asked as she made her way to the bookshelf.

"More private," Buffy said a little too quickly. "No one comes in here." Her eyes widened and she turned to Aisling. "Uh… you know regularly."

"Hmm," Aisling said as she looked around the bookshelf and smiled when she found what she was looking for. She grabbed the two books off the shelves they had been standing on and smiled as she turned to Buffy.

"How was the rest of your day?" Buffy asked.

"It was fine," Aisling said. "Very little homework, but that's to be expected for the first day of school, right?" Aisling's eyes caught the sight of another book and she gasped and grabbed it.

"Emily Dickinson?" Buffy said. "Someone I dated, once, liked her."

"Yeah, I like her rhythm… as well as listening to my da' rant about how… American she is.

Though honestly, I don't get it… he likes her poetry too."

"American?"

Aisling paused and smiled. "Yeah, my da' was born in London."

"Ahh," Buffy said. "So, your Irish-English?"

Aisling shrugged. "I'm adopted."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Aisling shook her head. "It was a long time ago," She said softly.

"Still…" Buffy said. "Can't have been easy."

"You have no idea," Aisling said. "But what in this life is?"

Aisling handed the books to Mr. Giles. "London, right?"

"Yes. How did you-"

Aisling smiled. "My dad was born and raised in London too."

Giles nodded and finished checking out the books for Aisling and handed them back to her.

"Nice to meet you Aisling."

Aisling smiled and nodded she turned to Buffy. "See you." She said before she hurried out the door.

***

Aisling saw the black Desoto as she made her way off school property. She stared for a moment before she smiled and shook her head and walked toward the car.

Aisling knocked on the window, she watched through the darkened windows for Spike to cover himself with the blanket. When she was confident, he was sufficiently covered she quickly opened the door entered and closed it.

Spike removed the blanket and tossed it into the backseat. "How was school?"

"Fine," Aisling said tossing her backpack in the backseat. "Met some interesting people… specifically this one blonde girl."

"Interesting how?" Spike said as drove off.

"She was doing gymnastics in the Library." Aisling said, "and the Librarian wasn't scolding her the look on his face seemed to suggest that it was a common occurrence."

"Huh."

"I know that not every athletic girl I meet is gonna be the Slayer. I mean hi I exist. But I mean it is strange. And given the fact that the Librarian is from London-"

"I'm from London." Spike cut in with a raised eyebrow.

"Who seems to oversee her training in a very empty Library, it does suggest something strange is going on," Aisling said.

"Did you tell her your suspicions?"

"And risk being wrong and mortifying myself on the first day of school?" Aisling shook her head. "No."

Spike smiled in spite of himself. "That's not what I meant. Most humans aren't aware that such a thing as a Slayer exists. You revealing yourself-"

"Might reveal more about me and my family than I want." Aisling finished. "I know. We did talk though, both now and at lunch."

"What'd you talk about?"

"She knows I'm adopted. There's a club called The Bronze that everyone goes to."

Spike nodded but decided against giving Aisling a final decision on whether he wanted her out after dark. On the one hand, he knew she could take care of herself – Prague had proven that and she'd gone out after dark multiple times in Vegas - but on the other Hellmouth energy tended to make demons and soulless vampires act even more hostile than normal.

Still, if she was befriending the slayer assuming her assumption was correct… it would give her a smidge more protection.

"Da'?" Aisling said staring up at him.

Spike turned to Aisling and smiled. "What else did you and this strangegirl talk about?"

***

"You know, I could have walked home from school," Aisling said as she watched her father lean tiredly against the doorframe. "You don't have to waste what few precious moments you have feeling 'ok' coming to pick me up."

Spike pushed himself off the doorframe attempting to wave away her concern. "Nonsense, dropping you off and picking you up on the first day of school is tradition."

"I once again feel the need to iterate: you hate tradition," Aisling said taking his hand and leading him to the Master Bedroom. "Come on. Back to bed. Then I'll make us some dinner and we can eat together."

Spike make a face. "I'm not a child, Bit."

"No, you're just stubborn and gormless," Ash said. "Bed. Now." She said pulling him along.

"When exactly are you gonna stop treatin' me like somethin' breakable."

Aisling turned and smiled, and Spike immediately realized his mistake.

To her credit Aisling didn't bring up the hypocrisy of his statement and instead answered his question by pulling on his arm roughly, Spike nearly fell over luckily for him Ash caught him and held him steady. "When I can pull your arm and you can resist better than that."

"You caught me off guard."

Aisling raised an eyebrow and Spike suddenly had a feeling of what it was like for Aisling throughout the years.

Spike sighed. "Did I ever make you feel breakable?"

"You're a vampire with superhuman strength, speed and agility, any human who knows you would feel breakable in your presence," Aisling said as she opened the bedroom door, she turned to see Spike looking at her guiltily. Her gaze softened and she stepped forward. "You helped me feel strong."

Spike scoffed, "That was cheesy."

"Yea, but it's true," Aisling said. "Now come on, I'm hungry and your hungry." When Spike looked like he was about to open his mouth and retort. She fixed him with the same glare he would throw at her when she was being obstinate.

He did not like that. That she could just throw everything back into his face and he couldn't do much against it.

Especially when he knew that she was right.

Hope you enjoyed it. I did have an extra seen of her actually making Spike's dinner but I cut it out as it didn't actually lead anywhere. (Might have it in Part 2) though not entirely sure.

Song’s in the dream sequence is: Bean Phaidin, the version I’m familiar with is the one sung by Celtic Woman. Though there are other versions sung before Celtic Woman sang it.

#Buffy The Vampire Slayer #vampire and his human child #spike #buffy summers #Aisling Pratt #Xander Harris #willow rosenberg #Principle Snyder

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Family Secrets : Chapter Six

Family Dont End With Blood, or Does it?

A/N: reposting cause the other one got deleted somehow :(

Summary: Lured to a house and trapped with a woman calling herself Allanah, you cry out to Dean for help, not realizing that he could hear you let alone goes on a hunt to find you. Meanwhile, Allanah forces you to watch some very painful memories.

Warnings: SPN style violence, mentions of character death from show, angst

W/C: 3.6k

Previous Chapter

"Stop calling me that! I am not your family!"

"Oh, sweetheart," Allanah focuses her empty eyes onto yours. "I'm all you have. You haven't any family left, they're all dead."

When you weaken your gaze, Allanah smiles, "mercilessly, I must add. Do you remember when you found out about Rufus' death? And how painstakingly brutal it was for you to hear of Bobby's?" She pauses to look at your shaking hands, "oh, and you have to remember when Jolie died, and the part you had in it?"

With a wave of her hand, Allanah sends you back in time. Standing in the petrifying cold, you see a past version of yourself and Jolie in the near distance. You want to warn them, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out. In an attempt to run towards them, you send your torso towards the ground. You wiggle your legs in an effort to walk forward and realize you’re stuck, as if you’re cemented into the ground.

"Jolie, this is big," you hear from your past self, as tears slip down her cheek. "There are too many of them. We have to go back, to get other hunters. We need help!"

"Are you crazy?" Jolie steps closer to the past you. "They've killed too many of us. I have to do this," she looks to the ground, then at the door of the warehouse. "For my son," she says looking back up at Past you. "They could move at any moment, which means that we may never find them again. This is our only chance!"

Past you grab's Jolie by the shoulders, "you don't get it, do you? Do you want to be another hunter killed by them? Because that's what is going to happen if we go in there without backup."

Jolie's voice softens, a tear falls from her eyes, "as long as I take some down with me, I don't care."

"Listen to yourself! Please! I'm begging you. We will find another way!"

She shakes her head, "this is the only way." The metallic clink sound feels like a jab to your heart as Jolie rips out her machete and runs for the door.

Your soul merges with your past self, trapping you in a body you hardly even recognize anymore and forces you to watch from the eyes of your former self. Replaying as a third dimensional memory rather than a moment, the body runs after Jolie just in time to see her in the tight grasp of a vampire.

"Oh, look here. She brought desert," he snickers.

"Let her go," you shout.

"Or what?" he laughs, tightening the grip around Jolie's neck.

"Just go, before it's too late for you," Jolie whimpers. The vampire lowers his head to her neck, sinking his teeth into her throat. Jolie's scream echos inside of the warehouse as her blood trickles down her body.

You try to run towards her, but trip, falling to the ground and screaming instead. When you look up, you're completely void of emotion and stand slowly.

“Come on, darling. I don't bite," he laughs. The group of girls behind him giggle as he takes steps towards you. "Two hunters delivered straight to our door, girls. Can you believe it?" He turns his shoulder slightly the face them, then back at you, "this has got to be the most exciting day in quite a while."

"Enjoy it, cause it's your last," you frown, falling numb from the anger as it heats your entire body.

The warehouse shakes with the laughter of the nest. "Seriously? Did you learn nothing from your friend here?"

"I don't care if I live or die anymore. I'd say that makes anyone pretty damn dangerous." Glaring in his direction, you stop fighting the anger and let it take complete control of the body. It beams out of you in a light. You feel a new sense of confidence.

Marching straight for him, you’re immune to his attempts to keep you away and wrap your hand around his neck in a tight grip.

His eyes widen as his hands fly up onto your wrist, while the others swarm to his side. With a wave of your hand, they’re blasted to the ground, dead.

"Okay, look, I'm sorry. I can't bring back your friend, but I-" he peeks at the bodies. "Oh God, I - I can do anything you want," his glossy eyes look back at yours.

"Afraid it's a little late for that." You begin squeezing his neck, softly yet fiercely, building up more strength. The more you think of Jolie, the angrier you become, thus the tighter your grip gets. With an inhuman strength, that grip becomes deadly, ripping his head from his body in a bloody explosion.

It takes you only a moment to realize the mess you’d just caused, but when you do you look down at the blood covering you and around at the nest you’d taken out single handed.

You catch your breath and run back to Jolie, falling to your knees beside her. “I’m so sorry, Jo,” you wail, dropping your head onto her bloody chest.

Against his better judgment, Dean let's Sam drive in an effort to catch some much needed rest. He'd only been out for no longer than an hour before your voice becomes too loud to push away.

Dean... I can't.. "God, Blue. I hear you!"

Sam flinches at the sudden outburst and shifts slightly in his seat, "the bar owner called, he was pretty shaken up. He said Tim came in, was acting different... 'evil'. He said he swore that, for a second, Tim's eyes went black."

"Sounds like we've got a demon on our hands," Dean rubs his eyes.

Sam nods, "and I talked to Garth, he looked into her phone records and guess who was the last to hear from her?"

"Demon boy." Sam nods again. "Is that where we're heading now?" Dean yawns.

Sam clears his throat, inspecting Dean from the corner of his eye, "yep. Uh, it should be coming up." He pulls the car behind a fence, turning the headlights off before rolling to a full stop. "But if you're not feeling up to this-"

"I'm fine," Dean pushes himself out of the seat and to the trunk.

"Seriously, Dean," Sam follows closely behind. "You're sweating. You haven't slept, or - or eaten in two days, and you - your eyes are freakin' red, dude. If it were me you'd have me handcuffed me to the steering wheel by now."

"Good thing I'm the one with the handcuffs then, huh?" Dean smirks, stuffing weapons, salt and holy water into the bag.

Sam shakes his head with a quiet scoff, looking around the neighborhood before taking a step closer to Dean, "I'm serious."

"So am I, Sam." He drops the bag and turns to face him, "I know you're only doing this 'cause you care or whatever, but the only way you're keeping me from gutting that son of a bitch is if you kill me," he yells, pointing behind him at the house. Taking a deep breath, "look man, I can't explain it. This isn't just hearing her thoughts, or-" he pauses, looking at the trees behind his brother.

"Or what?" After a length of silence, he shifts in front of Dean and repeats himself, "or what, Dean?"

Focusing back on Sam, he sighs and lowers his voice into a harsh whisper, "I know everything about her.” The muscled in his face tighten, “everything she knows about herself, anyway. She’s been through just as much as we have, I’d not more and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna do something about it. Pain or not.”

Dean throws the bag onto his back and walks towards the house. Crouching on their way in, they spit Tim on the couch. Sam wraps an arm around his neck, the inside of his elbow just below his chin with the other hand holding a knife to his jaw. Coming from the shadows and pointing a gun, Dean grumbles, "get up."

As you come out of your past self, you feel your soul rip out of the body. You watch the image of your old self leaning on Jolie's chest getting smaller and smaller until it disappears completely and you are knelt on the floor by Allanah's feet, still crying.

She leans down to your level. "Please, I cant do this anymore," you can barely make out the words through your tears."

"That's when you realized you were more powerful than you thought, remember?" Allanah grips your arm and yanks you to your feet, "isn't that the real reason you gave up hunting? The guilt got to you, didn't it? If only you'd have known you could do that before she-"

"I could have saved her!" Your voice cracks as you yell.

"Oh, honey. You couldn't. The power only manifested in that way because of what happened," she laughs. "Now, you want to know about your parents? Your real parents or whatever." She twists her arms into her hip, "your father died practically the same way as 'papa' - on a hunt." She withholds any and all sympathy, practically singing now, "and oh, wouldn't you know. He was accompanied by Daddy Winchester himself."

Your eyes, full of wrath, dart up at Allanah, and begin to tighten with your fists. "That's right. Azazeal may have started it," Allanah holds her hand to her mouth, snickering. "But John certainly finished it." She belts out a cackle and places her finger to her temple, her thumb facing the ceiling for form a hand gun, mimicking a shot. "Boom!"

—

Dean finishes a devils trap around the chair they've strapped Tim to and throws the can of spray paint into the kitchen. He ambled to the front of the chair, crossing his arms, "where is she?"

"Who?" Tim wiggles around in the rope.

Dean leans in, "you know damn well who I'm talking about."

"You’re so cute when you’re angry,” Tim laughs.

He winds back his arm and slams his fist against Tim's cheek, forcing his head in the opposite direction. "Tell me where she is. Now!"

Tim keeps his head to the side, but slowly turns his black eyes to glare at Dean. He brings his head back around, pointing his hand back around, pointing his nose in the air. "And why would I do that?"

"Might make this a lot less painful for you." Dean feels the enmity consuming him, yours and his, but rather than pushing it away like he normally does, he accepts it. The echo of Tim's laughter infuriates him further, he winds his arm back to punch him again.

Dean? Can you hear me? Please, I can't...

Dean fumbles back, grabbing his head with both hands.

"Ol' boys not feeling so hot, huh?" Tim snickers, "that's too bad."

"Shut up," Sam cuts in, putting his hands on Dean's back to guide him to a chair. "Now, I was thinking to myself; why would a demon choose to stay topside?" He paced around the chair, "what would a demon even need with a house?"

"I like my own space," Tim licks his lips, squirming in the chair.

"I would believe that," Sam walks to the front of Tim. "I'd if weren't for a friend of ours that did some research." He pulls out his phone to reveal a picture of the demon sharing a kiss with Mrs. Mill, "what would Crowley have to say about this? You being intimate with a former captive?"

"Oh, he knows. Who do you think got me this place?" He laughs.

Sam shrugs casually, flipping through the photos to show me of Mrs. Mill tied to a chair, duck tape over her mouth.

"What have you done to her? Where is she?" He rattles the chair, "let me go!"

Sam leans down to firmly set his hands on the arm rests, "you first."

Tim groans, "I was paid off by Crowley to lure you three to town, get you together."

Dean clumps over, holding a hand to his head. "Why?"

"I don't know." Tim tilts his head, "I'm just a grunt, I do what I'm told."

"You had a sister too, you know," Allanah turns her back to you and tilts her head to the side. "But, well, when the Winchester's did what they do best, they used her as a getaway."

Allanah giggles just slightly, rotated around and adds, "her and your mother, actually. Your poor sister was bleeding from her center, trying to hold her spilling guts in one hand," Allanah mocks the action with a fake pout, "and a rigged in the other. Your mother, oh Ellen, she just couldn't bare to leave Jo's side as I hear it, bless her heart." She places her palms to her cheeks and purses her lips before beginning to leisurely pace, "and they both died in that explosion."

Tears almost too hot to touch stroll down your cheeks. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course I know what I'm talking about," she scoffs, reaching up to grab your cheeks and impartially wipe away the tears. "I created you, after all. I know everything there is to know about you and everyone around you."

She stands herself up straight and continues on with a softer tone, "now, when you add all of this tragedy together, what's your common denominator?" She pauses, "that's right. The Winchester's. Their selfishness has caused the death of everyone who's ever loved you and some you never got the chance to love in return. And I don't know about you, but that sounds pretty personal to me."

Allanah leans slightly on brush the sweat soaked strand of hair from your face. "Let us destroy them forever they-" Allanah mumbles the ending of her sentence as the sound of an engine rumbles outside, "ah, just in time." She leans into you, her breath heating your cheek. "Remember what they've done to you, to your family, Y/N. Do you really want to be another victim to their charades? Do you want to die at the hands of the Winchester's vain attempts to 'save the world'?"

Dean gasps as the two slam their way through the door, catching themselves with a few steps.

"The decision is yours, baby," she smiles wryly, pointing a finger to herself, "do you want to be powerful? Have it all?" She shoves a finger in their direction without breaking eye contact from you, "or be a pawn in their game, only to end up dead at the hands of whatever plot they scheme up?" Smirking, she snaps her fingers and disappears from the room.

You narrow your eyes at Dean, advancing towards him with your dagger in hand. "Whatever she's said to you, don't listen to it," he persuaded with his palms facing you.

"I called out for you!" you scream, keeping a fist around the dagger but bringing it to your side.

"Why do you think I'm here, Blue? I heard you."

You laugh to yourself. The silver lining of these events is a rebirth. "My name is Y/N."

Dean keeps his hands in the air and takes a few steps closer, "Y/N, okay, great. Let's go."

"Is it true?" you cry out.

Dean cramps his face, "is what true?"

"My family. Every single one of them, down to my birth parents... dead, because of you or your jerk of a father. The Winchester name is a curse that I refuse to be associated with."

"Sam, what is she talking about?"

"You're the one that can read her mind, you tell me."

You draw the knife up to your palm, tapping it lightly against your fingers as you count, "I'm talking about Bobby and Rufus. My mother, Ellen and the sister I never got to meet."

"Hold on. Jo is your sister?" Dean frowns as his hands and eyes drop to face the floor.

"Was my sister. Before you used her as bait for your own sick agendas!"

"No, no, Bl- Y/N, it - it wasn't like that," Sam stutters, taking a single step towards you. "She - she sacrificed herself."

"Sacrificed? Do you hear yourself?" you scoff and bounce your head against the back of your neck, looking at the ceiling while your arms fall limp at your sides.

"I know how it sounds, believe me, but it's true," he adds with a near brutal tone. "We were up against the devil himself. A lot was at stake."

"So you mean to tell me that he's gone, then right? The devil?"

"Yes," Sam smiles. "We got him. As far as we know, he's in the cage - in hell."

"You for a lot of nerve coming at us like we didn't lose people important to us, too," Dean shouts waving his knife at you.

"People that you got to spend your life around! People that knew you for who you were and loved you for who you were. I will always be a monster because of where I came from, that won't change and you said it yourself."

"Y/N, we never knew our mother either."

"Sam," Dean interjects, void of any hope. "Don't start. She doesn't care."

"You're right. I don't. The way I see it you guys have it and had it. So you didn't know your mother, but you have each other. I could have grown up hunting with a sister," you take into account what your purpose is now, and readjust yourself. "Still, it doesn't change a thing. Dean, you hated me from the start. You hardly gave me a chance to speak, at least not without severe judgment." You take a step forward, "your problem was decided guilty until proven innocent when I was innocent to begin with. And you, Sam, I'm just disposable to you. Someone you can play nice to and pretend you care about me only to be used as bait in your next big trial. I'm not falling for that.

"No, that's-"

"Don't bring him into this," Dean flicks his blade at you with a shift in his eyebrows. "He's the one they wanted to help you in the first place. If it weren't for Sam, you'd be dead already. So you want a fight? Well, bring it on, bitch," he says, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his neck.

"Oh, Dean. You don't kiss your mom with that mouth do you?" You smile and lunge are him with your blade. He barely makes it out of the way while going after you with his own and an extended arm that you effortless grab onto and use to slam into a wall, knocking all of it's oddities on top of him.

He jerks back action with a thrust of the knife while Sam attempts to leap in to help. With only a palm facing him, and your eyes still on Dean, you exert all of your anger into a small ball of light and directing it at Sam, halting him to a stop. Unable to intervene, he grunts and tries to call out for Dean, who is now the subject of your suspension. You turn your head and look at Sam through peripheral.

"Grumpy's right, Sammy. This isn't about you. Not entirely," you focus back on Dean, releasing your mental grip on him. "You wanted a monster and now you've got one. One they you have no business messing with and I swear it on your grave I'll make you eat those words."

"I'd rather have some pie, but thanks for the offer." He drops his shoulder and shakes out the tension in his arm before trying to attack you with his blade again. As he gets closer he can hear you chanting something too choppy to make out any words.

Sam is the first to fall, and Dean, still battling the sudden onset of exhaustion, drops slowly to his knees. You gracefully drop to your own right in front of him to caress his face with your palm, "good night sugar. See you never," you sing before drawing back your hand to gently push him to the floor. Stepping over Sam, you hum a long forgotten tune as you make your way through the door and off the property entirely.

"I see you've chosen wisely," Allanah says with a smile wide enough to show her perfectly straight teeth as you stroll to her side. The two of you stand in front of a double wide copper door. "They're not to bother us again, and I assure that if they do-"

"I took care of it," you say with vengeance in your eyes and a light curl of the corner of your mouth.

"Wonderful!" Allanah gleams, guiding you through a ballroom where the family has been paired off into twos across the marble flooring. Over in the corner and dancing your way is a tall woman with dark brown hair that curls just below the stone necklace wrapped around her neck. She approaches you with an extended palm and a beaming smile.

"This is Edra," Allanah states with a hand resting on Edras nos crossed arms. "She still be mentoring you for the next few weeks."

She doesn't take her eyes off of you ask she speaks, and maintaining a warm smile says, "as my right hand she is among the most powerful and will be treated as such or you will regret it, understand?"

You take in a long, silent breath through your nose and only give a single nod.

"Good! I'll leave you to it then," she says with a forced smile and carefree shrug before skipping over to another pair of witches.

What have I gotten myself into?

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princesstreaclefanfic · 5 years

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Chapter Twenty Seven

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Chapter Twenty Seven

Bella

I woke up alone in bed. I had a vague memory of Edward leaving in the early hours of the morning. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before he left and told me he loved me - I think I mumbled it back to him and then drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

I headed downstairs and made myself a cup of tea, curling up on the couch in the living room and flicking the television on, not really paying attention to it but enjoying the background noise it provided all the same.

Not long after I had woken up, Rose stumbled through, giving me a quick wave before she prepared herself a cup of tea and came and sat next to me, her eyes barely open.

We both sat in silence until we felt awake enough to talk.

"How did your talk with Jessica go?" I asked, turning my head to watch my cousin.

She smiled and sipped her tea. "She didn't drink from me so I guess pretty well." My lips turned up in a grin. "I told her I wanted to be part of Emmett's life for as long as he'll have me…" she trailed off and I noticed her looking at the floor.

Even if that means changing me… Her words whispered into my mind and I wasn't quite sure how to react.

Do you want to be a vampire? I couldn't bring myself to say the words out loud. Edward and I had had a similar conversation but I couldn't see me becoming immortal for a long while yet.

I don't know, B. Not right now… but maybe in the future. We've not been dating long but I don't want to be without him.

I reached across and took her hand in mine, squeezing it. I can't imagine being without Edward.

You really love him, don't you?

I nodded.

Emmett might not have to change you, I told her.

Rose quirked her eyebrows up and her face scrunched up in confusion.

Edward was telling me that there's a permanent blood bond that can be done. It stops ageing. I replayed the conversation we had had in my head, showing Rose exactly what he had said.

Is it weird that that seems more daunting than being turned into a vampire? I giggled because yes, it did seem slightly weird but I understood where she was coming from. The fact I might be able to hear Edward's thoughts made me nervous. I wasn't sure why but it made my stomach flutter.

Is Emmett asleep in your bedroom?

Rose nodded and we remained silent for a few moments longer.

"Come on," I spoke out loud. "Let's get breakfast done and then we can figure out what to do today."

"And I need to get my bathroom cleaned and do some work on my truck," Rosalie informed me. "It's starting to sound… unhealthy."

I laughed at her description. "Could you check mine too?" We both stood from the couch and went to the kitchen, ready to start breakfast. "A light keeps coming up on the dash."

"Which light?" Rose asked as she placed our now empty mugs into the sink.

"…the orange one…" Rose stared at me with exasperation. "I don't speak car like you and Jake do! Something lights up or it makes a strange noise and I tell one of you then it gets fixed. I don't actually need to know anything."

Rose chuckled. "I love you, B."

"I love you too, Rose."

It was moments like this that I knew I would look back on and appreciate. Here I was making breakfast with my best friend. There was a roof over our heads, we were safe and secure and I had the most wonderful boyfriend anyone could wish for. It made up for all the shit we had been through and would no doubt make up for all the other shit we would go through in the future.

***

I was sat on a stool in the garage as Rose looked at my car. The hood was open and she was cursing me.

"I can't believe you would actually drive home with the brake warning light flashing!"

"I didn't know it was the brake warning light." It was a weak defence but I knew where Rose was going with this.

"Well, you should have pulled over and either checked the manual or called me or Jake." She lifted her head from where it was in the bonnet of the car and shot me a glare. "You do realise that you could have died if the brakes weren't working, right?"

I sighed. "But I didn't. Don't get all dramatic."

"Dramatic? Dramatic!" Rose promptly shut her mouth and let out a deep breath. "I'm not going to argue with you about this." She looked me straight in the eye "But please don't go driving your car around when you have warning lights glaring at you."

"I'll try not to." Rose huffed. That wasn't the answer she wanted.

Rose turned from the car and grabbed a jack from under a workbench, using it to pump my car up so she could get underneath.

"There's a chance that it might just be a sensor fault," Rose told me as I heard metal against metal before she cursed quietly under her breath. "In that case, I'll get Jake to order the part and I can fit it."

Rose slid out from the car and jacked the car back down, returning the open bonnet.

My phone, which was on the side, began to vibrate so I checked the caller ID and picked up when I saw it was Jake.

"Hi Jake," I said cheerfully. "Everything alright?" I quickly realised everything wasn't alright when I heard faint sirens in the background.

"Not really," he sighed. I could just imagine him running a hand through his short black hair before pressing his fingers into his eyes. "Tyler thought he saw Maria, but he was the only one who could see her." Dread filled my stomach and my mouth went dry. "And every customer appears to have contracted a stomach bug or the flu since eating our food." He paused. "I don't know what's going on but Esme is arranging for Carmen to meet us tonight and talk about what's happening." He paused again. "Can you and Rose come over and read his mind?" His voice got quieter. "I'm not saying Tyler didn't see her but I just want to make sure…"

"Of course," I told him. "We'll do anything we can to help." Rose had stopped looking at the engine and was completely focused on me. "Do you want us to come over now?"

"No," Jake breathed. "It's mayhem down here. Ambulances are taking everyone off and Tyler is freaked out. He needs some time to calm down."

"Alright, Jake - I'll see you tonight then?"

"Yeah," Jake responded, sounding weary. "It'll probably be at Edward's after sundown but I'll text you and let you know."

"Ring us if you need us," I reminded him before he ended the call.

I didn't need to tell Rose what had just transpired, she'd heard it all in my head.

"I wonder if it was like when we saw Grandpa?"

"Jake and Esme couldn't see her. Edward and Emmett both saw Grandpa - I don't think this was a friendly visit."

Rose contemplated the situation for a minute. "It's got to be linked. Tyler's a fantastic chef; there's no way he'd poison that many people. Maria's got to have something to do with it."

I had a feeling she was right but for now, neither of us would be able to get answers. It seemed like Maria was going to be a problem not only in life but in death too.

***

Emmett drove Rose's truck up the driveway to Edward's house. We'd informed him of the situation when he awoke and his face had creased and he'd been fairly quiet since. Rose had asked him if everything was alright and he nodded and kissed her forehead.

Emmett helped us both out of the truck, opening the doors for us before we all headed inside.

The guards at the front door had nodded to us in greeting but other than that, they didn't move from their positions.

"Hello?" I called into the house, looking to see where Edward might be.

I didn't have to look long as he emerged from his office, dressing in a grey shirt with short sleeves, dark jeans and a pair of sneakers. As usual, he looked wonderful.

"Hello, love," he greeted. When he got to me, his arms wrapped around my waist and he placed a gentle kiss on may lips.

"Esme's rang and filled me in on the situation. Carlisle and her are on their way with Ethan. Tyler and Austin should be here soon and Carmen has to get home from work and get something before she comes here. Jasper may or may not turn up." He leaned in and kissed me again. "And Jake's running a patrol before he comes over."

"Everyone's sorted then?"

Edward nodded. "The sooner we can get this dealt with, the better."

"What do you think is going on?"

"I'm not sure," Edward's face creased. "It could be anything." I hated the fact that we didn't know.

"Edward?" Carlisle's voice called out as he and Esme entered through the front door. Edward and I turned to greet them. Carlisle had Ethan's diaper bag over his shoulder whilst Esme was holding a tired-looking Ethan in her arms. He was dressed in an adorable green top with a monkey on and jeans and sneaker. Carlisle had one arm around her waist as they approached us.

"Hi," we both greeted, watching as Ethan looked around. It occurred to me that this was probably one of the first times he had been in Edward's home.

"Hi," Ethan chimed back, placing his head on his mother's should and clutching her top with one hand.

"He missed his nap today," Esme informed us, her eyes shining with love when she looked at Ethan. "So he's not in the best of moods. Although it's a positive for me as when he gets tired he gets snuggly." She smiled and hugged Ethan to her.

"Are you a grumpy little boy?" Edward asked teasingly, his hand reaching out to tickle Ethan's side.

Little Ethan did not look impressed though. He seemed to glare at Edward from his mother's arm which provoked another round of laughter.

The five of us headed into the living room where Rose and Emmett were already sat down.

"Hi Ethan," Rose greeted, giving him a little wave. He did give her one back and Edward chuckled.

"Looks like I'm the only one in his bad books then."

Nessie walked into the room then, her face slightly red and her hair damp. "Sorry I didn't realise you were all here, I've just got out the shower."

Not long after, Tyler and Austin arrived followed by Jasper who demanded to know 'what the fuck was going on'.

Esme explained the situation to him and Tyler just sat quietly. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want anything to do with majick. He just wanted to go home.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Tyler spoke up.

"I'm not crazy. I know what I saw." His voice was even and quiet, Maria's face clear in my mind. He was replaying the scene in his head when he turned to me. "Tell them - tell them I'm not crazy." He was staring at me with such intensity I began to feel uncomfortable. "If you really can read minds tell them what I saw."

He was forcing the images now to the front of his mind, assaulting me with them. I could see her pale skin, the rotting flesh, the maggots as they dropped onto the ground, writhing and wriggling.

I opened my mouth to tell him that was enough. I believed him. I didn't need it forced onto me.

"Stop it." It wasn't my voice but Rose's. Tyler switched his attention to her. "Stop it now."

He continued to stare at her.

"We get it, Tyler. You saw Maria and now you're angry but don't force us to see the images."

"Why not?" His arms crossed over his chest and Austin shifted uncomfortably at his side. "I've had to see her twice now."

"That's not our fault."

"I never said it was." There was an undercurrent running through the room. Tyler seemed angry that he had been thrown into this supernatural lifestyle. He was angry that he was suffering whilst the rest of couldn't see her. He was angry that he had ever been introduced to the supernatural world.

I was waiting for an argument to erupt between them, but before one could break out every vampire in the room turned their heads at the same time towards the back garden. It was like it had been timed.

"What?" I immediately asked.

"Blood," Edward responded, his eyes fixed.

Nessie shook her head. "Jacob!" She was out the room like a shot, her hair flaming behind her. Edward and I stood too, Emmett walking to Edward's side. Jasper's fangs clicked down and his body tensed.

"Carlisle!" Nessie cried loudly from outside causing the blonde vampire to stand.

"Stay here," he told Esme, striding past everyone.

Edward's eyes darted from side to side and I knew he was listening to the conversation.

"Jake's been hurt - attacked." I looked at Rose and she stood with me, both of us venturing outside, Emmett and Edward hot on our heels.

There in the middle of the lawn was Jake in human form. Nessie had his head cradled in her lap and was whispering to him. Carlisle was knelt on the floor beside them, eyes scanning over his body.

It was only because of the moon I was able to make out the blood smeared across his body.

"What happened?" I whispered.

"I think he was attacked by wolves," Edward said quietly.

"It's got to be connected," Rose said. "Everything that's been happening. It has to be."

***

I watched as Nessie hovered anxiously by Jake, waiting for him to wake up. Carlisle had assured us nothing was terribly wrong, his body had just been through a lot of trauma and needed time to heal. He mostly had bite wounds from the wolves but they were starting to heal already. His body was covered in bruises and scratches that had yet to heal, even with his supernatural healing.

His foot had been broken but Carlisle had managed to set it in position and then just use thick bandages to secure it. It would do for now until Carlisle could get him a boot.

Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gently stroked my arm through my shirt, sending my comfort without saying anything. I placed my hand on his leg and squeezed. Thank you.

The doorbell rang and Jasper left his position of leaning against the wall to answer it – no surprises, it was Carmen.

She came in and we explained what had happened, Esme recounting in more detail what had occurred at the diner as Jake began to stir.

He groaned and let out a deep breath, pushing himself up from the recliner Nessie and Carlisle had placed him on. Nessie had managed to pull his shorts on when he collapsed in the back garden but she had also put a blanket over his lap.

His eyes opened and he glanced around the room at us blearily, probably wondering what the hell was going on.

"Thank God you're alright," Nessie whimpered, standing next to him and holding her hands to her chest. I had a feeling it was to stop her from touching him.

"I feel like I've been hit by a train and then run over by a lorry."

Everyone watched as Nessie fussed over him and offered to get him a drink, another blanket and something to eat before he finally told he was fine.

Nessie's strange blush covered her cheeks and Jake pulled her to sit on the side of the recliner, wrapping his arm around her waist and squeezing.

"What happened, Jake?" Edward asked.

We all listened intently as Jake recounted his run-in with the wolves. I cringed when the memories entered my mind and from across the room Rose pushed a block into place, sparing me the gruesome images and feelings.

'Thank you' I mouthed. She smiled and we turned our attention back to Jake.

"They've never done that before – they usually keep their distance. But tonight… they were riled up." He moved his arm and winced, something Nessie didn't miss.

"Did you do anything differently?" Edward asked. "Did they have pups?"

Jake shook his head. "No – I didn't go anywhere near their den. This was something else. It was more than territorial."

Carmen bit her lip before voicing her question. "Did you see Maria at all?"

Jake shook his head once more. "No – it was just the wolves."

"When everyone was being sick at the bar, was Maria there then?"

Jake glanced nervously at Tyler who had yet to say anything and was staring ahead, his eyes unseeing.

"We didn't see her but Tyler said he could," Esme inputted. She was rocking slightly with a now sleeping Ethan in her arms.

"I did see her!" Tyler shouted, wincing slightly when Ethan shifted in Esme's arms

Esme glared at Tyler as Ethan turned his face and used his little hands to rub his eyes.

"Shh," Esme soothed him. "Go back to sleep, my sweet boy." Carlisle wrapped one arm around her, much like Edward had done to me, and used the other to stroke Ethan's head.

We were all silent for a moment, watching the little family before Esme spoke up.

"Any ideas, Carmen?"

"I have one, but… I don't know if it's the answer." She rummaged around in the bag she had brought with her and pulled out a small brown paper bag.

"Majick leaves a trail and it can be traced. Anyone who uses majick can be tracked. It's like an aura; it clings to them." She placed her hand into the bag and pulled out a turquoise coloured powder. It was a vibrant shade and reminded me of the coloured sand children sometimes played with.

"May I?" she asked, gesturing to Esme. She nodded. Carmen stood from the seat she had taken and walked over to them. She threw the powder over the three of them and instead of just falling, it became suspended in the air around Ethan and Esme, floating around them like butterflies.

That got Ethan's attention and he sat up, looking around and reaching for the powder that had now formed into balls.

When he couldn't grab it, he furrowed his brow and tried again, the balls passing through his hands as if they didn't even exist. With a pout and a deep sigh, he laid his back on Esme's shoulder and closed his eyes, earning a chuckle out of us all, even Jasper.

"See?" Carmen gestured. "Esme and Ethan have majick and this shows it. Carlisle doesn't so it doesn't hang around him." It was true. There were no turquoise coloured balls around Carlisle, in fact, there was a definitive line between him and Esme and Ethan with the balls siding with the latter two. "Turquoise is the colour it's meant to be. If someone puts a spell on another person or uses any kind of majick against them, it will change colour." She turned to Tyler and Austin. "I'm going to use the powder on you to see if someone might have put a spell on you that made you see Maria."

She walked over to them and did exactly what she had done to Esme, Carlisle and Ethan, throwing the powder over them and waiting to see what happened. Just as before, the turquoise powder formed balls of the same colour and danced around the two of them. It was rather magical to see.

Carmen's brow furrowed.

"Is that not a good thing?" I asked.

"I'm not sure." She walked closer to them and inspected them. "It means that there isn't a spell on Tyler. But then that means he did see Maria… but why only him?" These questions weren't meant to be answered, she was simply talking out loud.

"I told you I saw her!" Tyler shouted.

Nobody bothered to respond to him.

"I have an idea," Emmett's deep voice said from where he was stood. Since we had come back in, he had been leaning against the wall as Rose took a place on the couch. We all turned to look at him. "I think she's a draugr."

Carlisle's eyes shot up to meet Emmett's face. "You can't be serious."

Emmett nodded and Carlisle's next words sent a chill down my spine.

"Then we're in trouble."

Thank you for reading.

Thoughts? What do we think a draugr is?

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adorealeclightwood · 6 years

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Alec in 3x04.

Okay, I haven’t decided on a format for how I’ll be doing this, but a name and episode number will suffice for the time being.

First of all, I’m really happy the first scene we got with Alec was at the institute. I mentioned that I love to see him work, because I do! Often times, when you have a character in a relationship, that ends up being the only thing you see. If it’s an LGBTQ relationship, chances are, their entire storyline will become nonexistent, and they end up being “that one gay character”, or whatever. I’m glad that both Alec and Magnus are able to remain well rounded characters and have a healthy relationship simultaneously. Other shows could stand to take a few notes.

In regards to him working, this is the content I’ve been waiting for. Alec is a leader; he wants to get shit done the right way. When he’s standing there questioning Morgan and Izzy enters the room, you can tell he’s been at it for a while. There’s an owl demon out killing mundanes, and he wants to put an end to it. Anyone else would’ve likely killed Morgan without a second thought, but he’d rather find the source and deal with things from there, which is exactly what I’d expect from someone as intelligent as Alec. I spoke about character development because it’s a far cry from the Alec I knew in season one (don’t get it twisted, I loved him back then just as much as I love him in this season).

Now, there’s something I’ve wanted to get off my chest since 3x03. Am I supposed to believe that Alexander Gideon intellectual, king of knowing when something is wrong, master bullshit detector Lightwood can’t sense that his parabatai is a victim of demonic possession? This is probably more of a writing thing, but I’m going to discuss it anyway.

Their souls are bound, guys. Closer than blood. No human bond compares. It’s not like “hm, I think my buddy is a little sad right now”. They can feel each other, and they can tell when the other is hurt. Jace brought a piece of Alec’s soul back to him, for crying out loud. If Jace is losing sleep, unable to remember where he was, or how he got from point A to B, and being plagued by nightmares, I - a logical young woman - would assume that there’s no way in hell Alec is just carrying on as if everything is normal.

Fortunately, he doesn’t disappoint. Clary comes in asking to have Jace pulled from a mission, and you can practically see his bullshit sensors going off. Rightfully so, because when has Jace ever switched out willingly? She starts spouting the same crap about Jace being tired, and he isn’t buying it. “When you and Jace were at Lake Lyn, my parabatai rune disappeared. There’s a reason for that.” That line was executed PERFECTLY. He knows something went down, and he’s giving her the opportunity to speak up. She lies again, and I can feel the frustration in that sigh because it’s so relatable. You’re being lied to, and you know you’re being lied to, but you can’t get to the bottom of it because you weren’t there when whatever happened actually happened, and you don’t have any details. Meanwhile, someone you care about is going through some rough shit, and you can’t help them.

I’d also like to point out that he acknowledges how much Clary cares about Jace. At this point, he probably knows she’s protecting him somehow, and although he appreciates that, he still needs to know what the hell is going on, and he manages to get that point across without disregarding her feelings, which is nice to see. He asks Clary to tell him if it’s anything serious, and she doesn’t even bother lying - she bails. She’s walking out of his office, and you can sense the frustration again. He’s dealing with the possessions and murders, trying to track down the owl, harboring his mother’s secret about being stripped of her runes and exiled (which none of his siblings are currently aware of), and on top of all that, he doesn’t know what’s wrong with Jace because he’s being lied to by both him and Clary. That’s enough to make anyone feel helpless, and helplessness isn’t something you want to feel when you’re the one in charge. In other words, my boy is stressed, honey.

Quick note: I meant what I said about wanting more scenes with Alec and Clary. I’ve always found their dynamic interesting, and now that she’s actively keeping a huge secret from him about Jace, it adds a new level of angst to their relationship, and may actually hinder or prevent their friendship from growing. We know Alec is big on honesty, so this is now the second time he’s asked her flat out what went down at the lake, and she’s lied to his face. I don’t know about you, but I’m super anxious to see how that plays out. Will he lose his shit and have her turned in while he finds a way to protect Jace? Will he ask Magnus to help Jace? Will he be angry at all? Who knows!

Now, it’s Malec time. I know you were waiting for it.

I said something about them being functional, and I can’t even begin to express how happy I am that they are. Alec isn’t just the Shadowhunter fresh out of the closet, and Magnus isn’t some glittery warlock he’s hooking up with. Alec is the head of the institute, actively doing his job and trying to track down a demon that no one’s seen before, and stop it from possessing and killing mundanes. Magnus isn’t the high warlock of Brooklyn anymore, but he’s still useful. He didn’t even want to go to that party in 3x01, but he went anyway, because it was his duty. There’s old, dark, dangerous magic lurking around, and he wants to get to the bottom of it. He’s helpful and supportive. They’re both active - we get to see them actually do things. What I’m trying to say is, I’m a sucker for the soft stuff, but I’m super happy that there’s more to each of them than their relationship. I hope that makes sense! Whew.

Now, back to Alec.

Right off the bat, you can tell he’s going through it. He hasn’t been eating or drinking because he’s so worried. If anyone is able to help Jace, it should be him, but he can’t, because he doesn’t know how. Magnus offers some comforting words (like the kind, thoughtful man he is), and not even five seconds later, Alec is already moving on to the next task. Again with the leadership! Yes, he’s worried about his parabatai, but he’s got other things to deal with as well. They’ve reached a dead end with the owl situation, but he’s still looking for some answers, because let’s be real, do we expect anything less from Alec? Once again, Magnus is ready to help, and Alec is essentially like “cool, thanks”, but he’s still upset, because when you’ve got twenty things going wrong and you can’t fix any of them, it’s hard to take a breather.

I want to talk about him coming back to the institute for a second. (I’m jumping around a lot, I know. I’d apologize, but this is how my brain works. I’ll do better next week, I promise.) The security system goes haywire, and while I’m sitting here thinking their IT department needs to update their firewalls, Alec shows up. Apparently it’s only been down for a few minutes, but the look on his face when the other girl says she hopes it was just a glitch, I just...

(I’m sorry, but I have a weakness for attractive, agitated men. Sue me.)

Anyway, they head down to where Morgan is being kept, and he sees her lying on the ground and takes a pause. She looks dead, but she can’t be. He wanted to save her. Magnus works his magic, and bam! She’s alive and confused, but no longer possessed. Then, Alec reassures her and says she’s okay.

THIS IS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, PEOPLE. Remember when he referred to Simon as “it” while he was a mundane? “Mundanes. Look at them, running around like ants.” I have to admit: sassy, sarcastic, asshole Alec was truly a gem, but I am loving this turnaround. After all, we wouldn’t love certain characters half as much if they didn’t evolve in one way or another, right?

Right. Moving on.

When Alec finds Jace staring into the mirror, I replayed the first few seconds four or five times. Just seeing Jace look so lost and slightly afraid, then Alec comes in teasing him, and he jumps a little, and you can see that cocky facade slipping back into place. I’m pointing that out because Jace is hiding something. He’s hiding something from his parabatai, and Alec picks up on it in a heartbeat. He asks why he pulled the security footage, and naturally, Jace is defensive. Under different circumstances, I’m sure some bickering would ensue, but Alec doesn’t engage. He just wants Jace to know he’s looking out for him. Alec is practically telling him the same thing he told Clary; “I know you’re not alright, you’re lying to me, but I want you to tell me the truth”. (Not verbatim of course, but you guys get what I’m saying.)

I’ve seen some people saying that Alec bringing up Jace’s birth mother’s mental illness was out of line, but I disagree. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with Jace, all he knows is that he hasn’t been sleeping, he looks like hell, and nothing feels right. They deal with other shadowhunters, angels, demons, vampires, werewolves, warlocks, and seelies on a daily basis, but they’re half mundane themselves. They’re human, too. Mental illness is a very human thing, so it wouldn’t make sense to rule that out completely. Jace thinks that Alec is calling him crazy, but he wants him to know that that isn’t what he’s saying. He’s just trying to help - as usual.

I enjoyed this scene because it shows how their relationship has been affected by Jace being under Lilith’s control. In season one, Alec had a problem with Jace running around doing God knows what with Clary. They fought about it, but they got through it. They had a huge fight when Alec tried taking Meliorn to the silent brothers, but they resolved that too. In season two, Alec got possessed and killed Clary’s mother. He was up on the roof, blaming himself, and Jace went up there to talk to him. Alec ended up leaving, but still, they talked it out. (I hope you’re seeing a pattern here.) In the past, they managed to work their shit out and move on. This time, things are different, because neither one of them truly knows what’s going on. Alec has no idea that Jace was literally killed and resurrected, and Jace has no idea that he’s the owl that’s got Alec so stressed.

Honey, we’ve got a big storm coming.

That’s all I’ve got for now, and I’ll be back with more discourse next week. In the meantime, if you have any questions, comments, or requests, let me know, and I’ll happily oblige!

Now, go hunt some shadows! (Or continue scrolling, whatever makes you happy.)

Bye.

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