#this dude would insist on looking weak and pathetic just to prove to whoever the fuck that he's superior than other vampires
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the vampire lestat in audiobook format is 24 hours long and i finished listening to it in a week, meanwhile merrick is only 8 hours long and it took me three weeks to chew through the whole fucking thing. it's not even very badly written, i just really hate it when anne rice turned the dial up to 11 on her Sympathy with the P*dophile bullshit
#idk how i kept misspelling merrick but anyways i finished it. i hate it. i have gotten it over with#p*dophile(s). there's two of them and i'd say they kept jerking each other off but really it's just david having a crush on louis#sometimes i think louis is just straight :\ and for lestat's sake i hope he isn't but :|#merrick forced louis to fall in love with her and he had zero problem with it#meanwhile lestat turned him a vampire when he briefly changed his mind and boom! 60 years of abuse from monsieur pointe du luc#the numbers just don't add up#mae overshares#the book is just so unsatisfying. i know this is the book where louis' superiority complex comes to die. except that...did it?#this dude would insist on looking weak and pathetic just to prove to whoever the fuck that he's superior than other vampires#he thinks he's exampt from the cycle of violation and death these motherfuckers are all trapped in but he isn't!#and when claudia's ghost showed up (plus her diary entry) reminded him of it. merrick just turned around and told him that the ghost lied#???? ik this woman has her own issues having a crush on her surrogate father 50 years senior than her but ????#and then louis tried to use suicide bait to get lestat to get back together with him or whatever#and then it didn't work he got mad and wrote 'tell lestat i can't wait to leave him' in his pathetic little suicide note#this bitch made sure he wasn't gonna actually die. he acted shady and abusive yet again. and got. well. rewarded for it!#cause lestat showed up at last ANYWAYS and reluctantly gave 99% of his blood to this fucking guy#louis' so-called love for lestat is the most hurtful passive agressive fucked-up 'love' i've seen in fiction#do not enjoy that shit at all! maybe im just too vanilla but their relationship is literally torture#good to know they got married in the prince lestat trilogy. yeah that meant nothing. lestat would have been alone. as always#im done talking shit abt louis but god. need to blow off steam
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Shot Through The Heart
Requested by @imaginationisgrowth : I had an idea for a series, about the reader and Jared and Jensen working as doctors and/or nurses in the ER. A patient comes in and shoots the reader and Jensen (possibly a trauma surgeon) has to save her and help her on the long recovery.
A/N: I’m so sorry but I don’t really write AU!s that are too far out from the SPNverse, however I had a think about this concept and this fic came out. It’s not a series, there’s no medical jargon, it’s not Jensen but it IS Dean… I kinda leaned away from the SPNverse but still left my big toe in, lol. I hope you like it despite all that, thanks heaps for this request (and I shall still look at your other one!) :)
Summary: In this twisted SPN AU!fic, Dean went to Harvard to become a doctor and Sam stayed with their dad. When Sam carries you into his big brother’s ER one night, covered in blood, no-one really expects the direction life takes them.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam
Words: 3439
Genre: Fluff mostly
Part 2 can be read HERE (link also at bottom)
“Someone help, she’s been shot!”
His brother’s voice drifted loudly down the hallway and in an instant Dean was on his feet running in his direction. He hated his brother’s insistence that he continue to hunt, and now he was worried he’d been caught in the crosshairs with whoever this woman was.
Sam stood in the hallway of the hospital calling for help, your lifeless body in his arms. You’d been shot point blank in the chest and he was terrified he was going to lose you. You’d been hunting together for a couple of months now and you’d become like a sister to him, but he’d made a stupid move and you’d suffered as a result. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his brother running down the hallway, his stethoscope bouncing up and down as he did. He'd not known if his brother was working that day, but he'd hoped.
“Sammy!” he called out, not caring if the other doctors and nurses heard the desperation in his voice. The nearest nurse had bustled his brother and the woman into a nearby stall, and he was resting her down on the bed when Dean approached him.
“What happened? Are you ok?” he asked, patting him down where the blood was staining his shirt.
“I’m fine I’m fine, help her though, please, she’s been shot,” Sam begged, and Dean quickly turned around to tend to you.
“Can you please have someone check my brother?” Dean muttered to the nearby nurse while he checked you over.
“Dude, I’m fine,” Sam growled, rolling his eyes.
“What happened to her?” Dean asked, getting to work as nurses and interns bustled about around him doing their bit to assist.
“She was shot cleanly through the chest, I don’t think it’s punctured a lung but there’s a lot of blood. I have the same type if it’ll help.”
“It might yer, stay in the waiting room and I’ll send someone to get you if we need it. We need to get her to the OR now,” Dean replied in a rush, moving from big-brother mode to doctor-mode as his total concentration shifted to getting you stable. Lifting up the bars on the bed he and the others whisked you down the hall leaving Sam in the waiting room praying you’d be ok.
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You could sense another person in the room as you woke up from unconsciousness. Straining through the weakness you opened your eyes, squinting in the light. A tall and very handsome man stood over you with a clipboard, making notes as he examined a screen above your bad. You cleared your throat, grabbing his attention. He looked down at you in surprise and gave a warm smile.
“Hey Y/N, welcome back,” he said softly. You gave a small smile in return and looked around the room as best you could. “He’s not here,” the man informed you, reading your mind. “Dad called and once he was sure you were ok he had to go.”
You gave the smallest of nods in understanding before you furrowed your brow in confusion.
“You said “Dad, not “his Dad”,” you told him, your voice croaky. You squeezed your eyes shut in annoyance at the sound, you hated sounding so weak. Dean gave a small chuckle as he pulled up a chair and sat next to you.
“Yer Sammy’s my brother, I’m Dean,” he told you, setting his clipboard on his lap and giving you his full attention. “No doubt he’s mentioned me.”
It was your turn to chuckle. “Nope, not a thing. Said he was an only child,” you teased, enjoying the mock offense on his face. “Dude, he doesn’t shut up about you.”
Dean looked proud for a moment before he shook his head slightly.
“Damn straight he does. Anyway, let’s talk about you,” he told you, reading his notes as he counted off on his fingers. “Punctured lung… Good thing Sammy isn’t the Doctor here. Massive loss of blood, a nicked artery, ruptured spleen and broken ankle along with general cuts and bruises. If the shot had been a couple of inches higher it would have hit your heart. Must have been a hell of a fight.”
You nodded, looking downcast. “A few vamps set up shop at the nearby campus, kinda got the better of me.”
Dean nodded in understanding, and patted your knee. “Happens to the best of us I promise you.”
“Sam says you gave up hunting?” you asked curiously, and he nodded in response.
“Wanted to help people in a different way, hunting was never really my thing you know? Dad and Sam were always better at it than I was. Dad wasn’t too happy when I got into Harvard but Sam has stayed in touch. Didn’t tell me he was with someone though.” Dean mumbled the last bit, seemingly uncomfortable with the concept for a reason you couldn’t quite figure out.
You practically snorted at the idea. “God no, he’s like a brother to me too. We hunt together sometimes but that’s it.”
“And do you hunt alone when you’re not with him?” he pressed, and you raised a curious eyebrow.
“Um, yer, pretty much. I don’t really have anyone else around soo…” you trailed off, feeling a little pathetic over your short friends list.
“So there’s no-one I should be calling to help you once you get out of here?”
“I’ll be fine, I’ve been on my own for a long time so I think I can get by without Sam or anyone else,” you defended, getting a little cranky.
“Y/N, I don’t think you realise how serious this is-” Dean started before you cut him off.
“Don’t talk down to me just because you went to Harvard, Dean,” you scolded. “I don’t need anyone looking out for me, if Sam needs to go off and be with your Dad then that’s fine, I can get myself to a hotel room and rest up for a few days and be back on the road by the weekend.”
“You almost died Y/N,” Dean snapped, effectively shutting you up. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I don’t normally break that sort of news to patients like that I promise. It’s just, we nearly lost you on the table Y/N, you flatlined twice before we could get you stable. You need to be here for at least 2 weeks, and after that you’ll be on bedrest for about a month.”
“A MONTH?” you shouted, earning a shush for Dean. A nurse poked her head into the room but Dean waved her away, assuring her everything was fine.
“Yes, a month. I’m sure you’ve been through crap before but this is different ok? You can’t just get by on hunter’s sleep after something like this and make a full recovery.”
“What am I supposed to do then? You’re lame-ass brother has practically abandoned me here,” you pouted, crossing your arms and laying back in the bed. You really didn’t care that Sam left, you understood his relationship with his Dad was complicated but you needed to lash out at someone. Dean smirked, hinting to you that Sam had spoken with him about your temper.
“Actually, my lame-ass brother and I talked and we thought perhaps you could come stay with me until you’re feeling better,” Dean revealed with a smile. Your jaw dropped, long enough for Dean to have to clear his throat to get you back to reality. “You OK there?”
You nodded, cheeks blushing. “Yes, sorry, I’m fine. Took me by surprise a little is all. It’s a really nice offer Dean but I couldn’t possib-”
“Yes, you absolutely can and will,” he cut you off firmly. “I’ve got plenty of room, and this way you’ll have a doctor around to help out if something goes wrong during your recovery.”
“Won’t your, uh, won’t your girlfriend or something object to have me hanging around your place?” you asked shyly. There was no way to ask it that didn't sound like a pick-up line but it needed to be asked; you didn’t want to come in between anything.
“Nothing to worry about there,” he replied with a playful wink. Your heart sped up a little, but you put it down to the painkillers messing with you. “OK you get some rest, I’m gonna have the nurses give you as much morphine as you want. Just hit this button if you need anything. Oh and here,” he trailed off as he grabbed a pen and paper from his top pocket and started writing something down. “Here’s my number. I have it on me 24/7 so if you need anything that the nurses can’t help with just buzz me and I’ll come running ok?”
You nodded as your eyelids started to grow heavy. This conversation took a heck of a lot out of you, and you were pretty sure you fell asleep before Dean even left the room.
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Staying with Dean had proved to be the best decision you ever made. He worked long hours of course, so you still got to have the freedom and alone time that you so desired, but on the flip side the times when he was home were fun and carefree. He was easy to talk to, you had a lot in common, and despite your best efforts you found yourself falling for the guy. Not that he could ever know, you were a hunter after all and after 3 weeks of bedrest you were starting to get antsy. He didn’t want that life, and you didn’t want it for him, so starting something and then pulling away to get back on the road just seemed pointless. Of course, the guy made it damn hard to stick to that philosophy sometimes.
“Hey Y/N, just checking in. I should be home in about 2-”
The sound of your retching cut Dean off. You’d been feeling flat when he left for work that morning but you’d both put it down to your agonisingly slow recovery; clearly it was anything but.
“Y/N, are you ok?” he asked concerned.
You took a deep breath as you tried to settle your stomach long enough to respond. “Yer, I think so. Just got a bug or something, nothing I can’t hand-”
You couldn’t finish the sentence before leaning over the toilet bowl again. On the other end Dean had stopped in his tracks, running his hand through his hair in concern.
“I should come get you, bring you in so we can check you over,” he tried to reason.
“Don’t you dare,” you croaked. “I’ll get it out of my system and I’ll be fine. Nothing the hospital can do that I can’t do here.”
“What have you had to drink today?” he pressed, already in doctor-mode.
“I dunno Dean, I can’t keep anything down so probably not much. I’m sure it’ll pass soon, I’ve been chucking for ages so I’m basically dry-retching at this point.”
Dean looked at his watch and grimaced, he still had a couple of hours left of his shift. “Will you be ok until I get home at 5?”
“Of course, go back to saving lives Doogie Houser. See you when you get home.”
“Doogie Houser?” he asked with a smirk. “I’m, like, 35 Y/N.”
You shrugged. “Daytime TV sucks man, don’t pick on me while I’m dying.”
Dean grimaced at your choice of wording but let it go, bidding you goodbye before shutting off his phone and racing to find his supervisor.
You were laying on the floor of the bathroom when the door to the apartment slammed shut. You groaned, certain that you were being robbed given Dean wasn’t due home for at least another hour.
“Take anything you want, just leave the TV for me?” you called out, rolling onto your back and relishing in the cool tile underneath you. You were surprised when Dean’s blurry face appeared in the doorframe, and you gave him a dazed grin. “Heeeey, you’re home!”
Instead of responding he looked at you with worry, kneeling down to check you over. He spotted some blood on your chest and lifted your shirt, not surprised to find you’d popped a couple of stitches. He sighed.
“Alright, let’s get you into bed yer?” he commented, sliding his arms under your knees and armpits before lifting you up. “I brought some stuff to help you feel better.”
You rested your head against his chest and sighed happily. He couldn’t help but let out a small happy smile at the gesture, despite his concern over your current state. Laying you down, he popped back to the living room before returning with an IV pole and a bag of saline.
“Did you steal that from the hospital?” you asked in mock horror.
He averted his gaze, looking shifty as he started unwrapping the clean gauze before responding with a simple “No”.
You laughed, gasping when your chest hurt suddenly. You looked down and were surprised to see the blood seeping through your shirt.
“What the hell? When did I do that?!” you asked, Dean certain he heard a hint of fear.
“You’re ok,” he soothed, running his thumb over your cheek as he brushed your hair behind your ear. “You just popped a stitch while you were puking.”
He didn’t move his hand from your cheek, and as you couldn’t help but gaze in his eyes you had a moment where you considered leaning in.
“Sorry,” you said quietly. “My breath must suck right now.”
Dean chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, sending tingles through your spine. He pulled back and proceeded to get his equipment together once again.
“Lay back, I’ll sew you back up and get some liquid in you ok?”
You nodded, doing as he said and despite the butterflies in your stomach you quickly fell asleep while he worked on you.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep, but as you awoke you quickly realised you felt a million times better than when you went down. You felt an arm draped over your hips and shifted slightly, surprised to find Dean spooning you as he lay fast asleep. You turned back and grinned madly, loving how natural it felt to have his body pressed up against you. You snuggled in closer to him and quickly fell back asleep, feeling very safe in the knowledge he was watching out for you.
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The knock of the front door woke you both up, and you groaned at the sudden interruption.
“I’ll get it,” Dean told you, not looking the slightest bit embarrassed at being caught in the act of spooning you while he slept. He kissed the top of your head gently as he stood, ruffling his hair as he walked to the door and opened it.
“Sammy,” came his surprised voice, and you gently sat up in the bed to see him walk through the door and give his brother a hug.
“Hey Dean, how’s things? How’s Y/N doing?” he asked, looking around as he stepped inside. You gently stood up, wrapping an arm around your chest as you tried not to jostle it too much. Dean was already in the kitchen making small talk and a coffee when you emerged in your dressing gown, looking more dishevelled than you liked in the company of the two drop-dead gorgeous men.
“Hey Sam,” you greeted him with a smile, and he turned to face you with a relieved grin.
“Thank God you’re ok,” he told you, stepping forward to give you a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry I had to leave, I didn’t want to but-”
“It’s ok,” you cut him off, pulling back to look up at him. “I know why you did. And hey you traded yourself for the better-looking Winchester so all in all things worked out great for me.”
You all laughed as Dean handed out coffees; you took a seat on the couch while the guys took the dining table.
“So what’s up? I assumed you and Dad were still on a hunt,” Dean asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“Yer we were, until he suddenly took off. Something about a job he’d been tracking for the last few months, refused to let me know or go with him. Sent me on a wild goose chase instead. Before I realised it, we were thousands of miles away from each other and he hadn’t checked in for 4 days.”
“Well, that’s not unusual is it?” you asked with a frown. He shook his head.
“That was a week ago. I’ve tried calling him, calling friends, I’ve left a million messages. He’s not answering, and he’s not contacting me. I think something’s wrong.”
“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine,” Dean countered.
“Not for this long and you know it,” Sam replied.
“Dean,” you chimed in. “I think Sam’s right. John can be reckless but he always checks in, he’d never leave one of you hanging for this long.”
Dean looked at you and at first you thought he’d be mad for your butting in, but instead he gave you a small smile and a nod in agreement.
“So, what now?” he asked Sam, who put his mug down and look at him seriously.
“We need to go find him,” he replied, to which Dean gave a snort.
“We? I don’t think so Sammy.”
“I need help Dean, I can’t do this alone!”
“Yes you can.”
“Yeah, well, I don't want to,” Sam replied, a hint of embarrassment in his voice at the admission. You and Dean shared a glance, and you could see his wall crumble at the sound of his little brother’s plea.
“Sammy, I have a life here. And what about Y/N? She’s still on bedrest for 4 more weeks.”
“Hey! 3 weeks!” you complained.
“Yer, it was 3 before you got sick. Now it’s 4,” he snapped back with a tone of finality in his voice. You huffed in annoyance but let it go, and Sam watched the exchange with amusement.
“Wow, you tamed her! Didn’t know that was possible,” he joked, and you stuck your tongue out at him. “Seriously though Dean, we can bring her along,” he continued, turning back to the conversation at hand. “She can rest in the Impala and stay back at the hotels along the way while we track him down. And she has her own private doctor looking out for her, so what could go wrong?”
You and Dean groaned, and Sam looked confused. “What? What did I say?”
“You don’t SAY that Sam!” you told him with mock annoyance. “”What could go wrong?” Seriously!?”
“Well, it’s official. We’re all gonna die,” Dean added, trying to look annoyed as well but not managing to hold the act as well as you. The moment you glanced at each other you both burst into a fit of giggles, which had Sam taken aback.
“Wow, you two really hit it off huh?” he asked with a knowing smile.
“Alright alright,” you said, calming down to get you all back on track. “Dean, I know you don’t want to go back but…”
“Yer I know, it’s Dad,” he replied, looking at you and feeling torn. “Be honest, how do you feel?”
“Better,” you replied instantly, and he rolled his eyes. “Honestly Dean, the IV worked a treat. And the stitches are fine I promise.”
“If we do this,” he started, pointing his finger at you seriously. “You will NOT hunt until I say you can. You are limited to research and maybe a bit of driving in a week or two... got it?”
You smiled happily and nodded furiously, earning a grin from Sam as well.
“So this means you’re coming?” he asked eagerly.
“Yer, I need to make some calls but we’ll come... ONLY to find Dad though, OK? This isn’t turning into the hunt that never ended. I have 2 months worth of leave saved up, so come March we’re coming back here.”
“We’re?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. Dean looked at you confused, before his cheeks blushed red at his Freudian slip.
“I’m,” he stammered. “I’m coming back here, you’re bringing me back. Alone. I mean, if Y/N wants to come that’s good too but me, I... you need to bring me back.”
You looked at Sam who only gave you a smirk and a wink, before turning to Dean.
“Yer, I mean, I guess we’ll see how things pan out,” you said with a shrug. “Your casa is me casa right Dean?”
He gave you a relieved smile and picked up his phone to start making phone calls while you stood to pack the little belonging you had, Sam following to give you a hand. You hadn’t wanted the hunting life for Dean, but if he was going to be thrust back into it, you sure as hell wanted to be there with him.
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