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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Croatoan

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Dean walks down a dim hallway, grimly, turning towards a door and pulling out a gun. He slides out the clip, taps it on the gun, then replaces it. Inside the room, there is a Crater Lake poster on the wall. Below it is a young blond man, Duane, tied to a chair.

Nearby are a young woman, Pam, and her twin brother, Pete, a middle-aged woman, Dr. Lee, and a tough-looking black man, Mark, all standin around looking around nervously. Duane looks up as Dean opens the door and enters, raising the gun.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna...no, I swear! It's not in me!" Duane stammers, frantically. "Oh God." Pam said, fearfully. "We're all gonna die." Pete said, panicked. "Maybe he's tellin' the truth." Mark said as Dean advanced toward Duane, cocking his gun.

"He's not him, not anymore." Dean said. "No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!" Duane pleads, frantically. "I just...I can't tell." Lee said, unsure. "No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I..." Duane pleads to Dean.

"I got no choice." Dean said and Duane starts sobbing. "I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!" Duane pleads until Dean fires twice.

I had my head buried in my pillows, thinking that this would help with the pain in my head. I let out a pained groan when I heard something crash. I look up, slowly, to see that the lamp on the bed side table had knocked over and broke on the floor, somehow.

I look over at the other side of the bed and see that Sam was laying on the floor, groaning in pain. "Sam..." I whispered when I hear the the door open. I look up to see Dean had entered chewing on jerky and carrying a six-pack of beer.

He stops and looks at us as me and Sam sit up, panting. "Guys?" Dean asked, concerned. "No..." Sam whispers as I give a fearful look towards Dean.

Dean was driving while Sam was navigating with a GPS device, which speaks directions. "Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West." The GPS said. "There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove." Sam said.

"How come you guys are so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Dean asked as that Oregon poster pops up in my minds eye. "There was a picture. Crater Lake." I said and Sam nods. "She's right." He said.

"Okay, what else?" Dean asked. "I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair." Sam said. "Yeah, me too." I said. "And I ventilated him?" Dean asked. "Yeah. You thought there was something inside him." I said to him.

"What, a demon? Was he possessed?" He asked us. "I don't know." Sam and I said, in unison. "Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow....so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?" Dean said.

"No." I said.

"Nothing, you just plugged him, that's it." Sam said.

"Well, I'm sure I had a good reason." Dean said. "I sure hope so." I muttered. "What does that mean?" Dean asked as he looks up at the rearview mirror at me but I don't reply to him.

"I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man." Dean said and Sam and I raise an eyebrow at him. "I wouldn't!" Dean exclaims. "Never said you would!" Sam said to him. "Fine!" Dean yells. "Fine!" Sam shouts back at him and I sigh.

"Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it. So let's find him, and see what's what." I said as I look between the boys. "Fine." Dean growls. "Fine." Sam and I said and we sit in silence as Dean continues driving down the road.

We pull into the town, passing a large billboard advertising Crater Lake. We pull up in front of a wooden shop; out front the older man from my vision is cleaning a rifle; he wears a short-sleeved blue shirt with a multi-pocket brown vest.

The boys and I get out and approach him. "Morning." Dean greets. "Good morning. Can I help you?" The man asked us. "Yeah." Dean said as he pulls out a badge. "Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, Billy Ethridge. U.S. Marshals." Dean said and the man looks at us, confused.

"What's this about?" The man asked. "We're looking for someone." I said and Sam nods. "A young man, early twenties. He'd have a, a thin scar right below his hairline." Sam describes.

"What'd he do?" The man asked. "Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us." I said. "Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet." Dean said then he looks at the man's arm which had a distinctive tattoo. "I think maybe you know who he is...Master Sergeant." Dean said and the man gives him a curious look

"My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal." Dean replied. "What company?" The man asked. "Echo-2-1." Dean said and the man nods. "So can you help us?" I asked him. "Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean." He said after hesitating for a moment.

"Oh, I'm sure he does. Um. You know where he lives?" Dean asked. "With his family, up Aspen Way." The man replied. "Thank you." Dean said and we leave.

Across the street, Sam bumps into a telephone pole and glances at it in passing. He stops and stares at it. "Sam?" I said as I come up next to him to see a word is etched into the wooden pole.

CROATOAN

"Hey." I said to Dean answer he approaches it and looks at the word. "Croatoan?" Dean said, questioning. "Yeah." Sam said and Sam looks at him, blankly. "Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?" Sam asked him. "Yeah! Shots heard 'round the world, How bills becomes laws..." Dean said and I give him a you serious? look.

"That's not school, that's Schoolhouse Rock." I said to him. "Whatever." Dean said, shrugging, and I sigh and shake my head. "Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America, late 1500s." Sam said to him. "Oh yeah, yeah, I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan." Dean said, nodding.

"Yeah. And I mean, there were theories — Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened. They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight." I said. "You guys don't think that's what's going on here, I mean..." Dean said to us. "Whatever we saw in our head, it sure wasn't good. But what do you think could do that?" Sam asked him.

"Well, I mean, like I said, all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so..." Dean said, shrugging. "We should get help. Bobby, uh, Ellen maybe?" I suggest to them. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Dean said and he pulls out his cell phone, then frowns at it.

"I don't have a signal." He said and Sam and I pull out our phones and I notice I have no signal either. "I don't either." Sam said and they look over at me. "That's a negative." I said and we walk to a pay phone, which Dean picks up then clicks the receiver several times.

"Line's dead." He said as he hangs up. "I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna massacre a town, that'd be my first step." Dean said and we head back to the Impala.

We park outside a cabin--like house in the middle of nowhere, then we approach the front. By the door is a small, tacky plaque that reads BORN TO FISH; FORCED TO WORK. Sam knocks on the door, and a teenaged boy with dark spiked hair opens it.

"Yeah?" He asked and we flash out badge at him. "We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?" Dean said. "Yeah, he's my brother." The boy said.

"Can we talk to him?" I asked him. "Oh, he's not here right now." The boy said. "Do you know where he is?" Dean asked. "Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake." The boy replied.

"Your parents home?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, they're inside." The boy said as an older man's voice calls out to him. "Jake? Who is it?" The voice asked as an older man comes up to the door. "Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane." Dean said to Mr Tanner. "Wh-why? He's not in trouble, is he?" Mr Tanner asked, worried.

"No, no, no, no. We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all." I said to him. "When's he due back from his trip?" Sam asked. "I'm not sure." Mr Tanner said. "Well, maybe your wife knows." I said. "No, I don't know, she's not here right now." Mr Tanner said and we give confused look towards him.

"Your son said she was." Dean said and Jake looks at us. "Did I?" He said, confused. "She's getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?" Mr Tanner asked. "Oh no, we'll just check in with you later." Dean said and we turn and walk down the steps as the Tanners shut the door behind us.

"That was kind of creepy, right? A little too Stepford?" Dean asked us. "Big time." Sam said and I nodded. Looking furtively about, we sneak around to the back of the house, crouching below a window.

Inside, Mr Tanner comes out of the next room with a kitchen knife. Jake stands in front of his mother, who was tied up, and casually rolls up one sleeve. Mr Tanner cuts into his arm and lets the blood drip onto a wound in his wife's shoulder.

Immediately, the boys and I arm ourselves and kick down the back door. As we rush in, handguns raised, Mr Tanner rushes at us with a knife; Dean and I shoot him in the chest. Jake jumps out the window, shattering glass, and darts off into the woods. Sam aims at him through the window but hesitates, giving him time to get away.

Later, we drive up to the clinic and parked in front of the building. We get out of the car and Sam goes to help Mrs Tanner out and leads her to the door and I follow them while Dean opens the trunk. Inside, the clinic is quiet, dim, and empty.

"Hello? Hello?" I called out. "We need a doctor here!" Sam shouts then a young man and woman, who looked very similar in facial feature, rush out to us. "Mrs. Tanner, what happened?" The girl asked us. "She's been attacked." Sam replied and the man turns and yells. "Doctor Lee!"

Then a woman, Dr Lee, wearing a lab coat rushes in and sees Mrs Tanner. "Bring her in." She said and Sam nods. "Okay." He said and the man leads Sam and Mrs Tanner into a back room while Lee follows. Dean enters, carrying the canvas-covered body of Mr Tanner hoisted over his shoulders.

"Is that —" Lee started to ask until Dean speaks over her. "Mr. Tanner?" He said. "Was he attacked too?" Lee asked and Dean and I exchange a look. "Uh...no, actually, he did the attacking and then he got himself shot." I said as Dean nods. "Shot?" Lee exclaimed, shocked. "Yeah." Dean and I said.

"And who are you?" Lee asked Dean. "U.S. Marshal. I'd show you my badge, but uh..." Dean said as he gestures towards Mr Tanner's body. "I can vouch for him." I said as I hold up my badge and she looks at it then nods. "Bring him back here." Lee said and we head to the back room towards the lab.

Mrs Tanner was seated on a stool with her shirt off; Dr. Lee sits across from her, treating the wound on her left shoulder. "Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?" Lee asked and Mrs Tanner nods. "They beat me. Tied me up." She said and the young woman and man, that greeted us, both shake their heads.

"I don't believe it." The woman said. "Me either." The man said. "Pam. Pete." Lee said to them, warningly, and they look at her and nod before Lee turns back to Mrs Tanner. "Beverly...do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?" She asked. "No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them." Beverly said and the boys and I share a look at her last words.

"We gotta talk." Dean said to us and we exit the lab. "Those guys were whacked out of their gourds." Dean said. "What do you think? Multiple demons, mass possession?" Sam asked. "If it is a possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a friggin' Shriner convention." I said and Sam sighs. "Great." He grumbles.

"Of course, that's one way to wipe out a town, you take it from the inside." Dean said and Sam shrugging. "I don't know, guys. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr. Tanner, or any of the other usual signs." Sam said. "Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know if you woulda taken out the other one there'd be one less to worry about." Dean growled at Sam.

"I'm sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!" Sam shouts. "No, it was an it. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam." Dean growls. "Okay, enough boys!" I said just as Lee stalks out of the lab, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.

"How's the patient?" I asked her. "Terrible! What the hell happened out there?" She exclaimed. "We don't know." Dean said. "Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbor." Lee said. "We didn't have a choice." I said. "Maybe so, but we need the county Sheriff. I need the coroner..." Lee said.

"Phones are down." Sam said and she sighs. "I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?" Lee asked us. "Yeah we do. But it crapped out just like everything else." I said and Lee runs her hands over her face.

"I don't understand what is happening." She said, scared. "How far is it to the next town?" Dean asked her. "It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder." Lee replied. "All right, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help." Dean said then he claps both mine and Sam on the shoulder. "My partners'll stick around, keep you guys safe." He said.

"Safe from what?" Lee asked. "We'll get back to you on that." Dean said and he starts to leave.

Later in the lab, I was leaning against a counter, staring at the body of Mr Tanner while Sam begins pacing. Lee was sitting on a stool, looking at something in a microscope. "Huh." She said, confused. "What?" Sam and I asked. "His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection." Lee said.

"Really? What kind of virus?" Sam asked as I raise an eyebrow. "Can't say for sure." Lee said, shaking her head. "Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?" I asked her. "None that I've ever heard of. I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood." Lee said.

"Did what?" Sam asked. "There's this...weird residue. If I didn't know better I'd say it was sulfur." Lee said and my eyes widen. "Sulfur." Sam and I said and we exchange a worried look then we stare, intently, at Mrs Tanner, who is still huddled on the stool in the lab.

"I don't understand. Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?" She asked, tearfully. "That's what we're trying to find out. Now, during the attack, do you remember....did you have any direct contact with their blood?" Lee asked her. "Oh my God. You don't think I've got this virus, do you?" Mrs Tanner asked, frantically.

"Beverly, I don't know what to think. But with your permission, we'll take a blood sample." Lee said. Mrs Tanner nods and lays her hand gently on Lee's.

Suddenly she grabs Lee's wrist and yells in rage, lashing out with her other hand. I advance on her and she tosses me against a glass cabinet, which shatters. Sam goes towards her but she picks up a scalpel, then he takes a fire extinguisher from the wall. She advances on him, still yelling, and he knocks her out.

"You okay?" Sam asked after we take a moment. "Yeah." I said, nodding, as I get up.

Later, after locking Mrs Tanner in a closet, Lee begins to look through the microscope again. Pam and Pete were huddled against the far wall. "What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?" Pete asked, nervously. "You've got to stay calm. All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help." Lee said to them.

"I can't, I...I've got to go." Pam said, frantically. "Pam!" Lee shouts. "No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay." Pam said and she hurries out of the lab. "Pam!" Pete shouts and he follows her out then Sam and I follow them all the way to the lobby.

"All right, wait, wait. Please." Sam said to Pam, who turns to him. "Look, we know you're upset, all right? But it's safer if you stay here for now. Help is coming." I said to her just as we hear the Impala pull up outside.

"There they are." Sam said as I smile. "Sammy? (Y/n)? Open up!" Dean's voice calls out and we go to the front door and let Dean and the man, we first met in this town, in. Both of them were armed.

"Did you guys, uh, get to a phone?" Sam asked Dean. "Road block." Dean said to the man. "I'm gonna have a word. Doc's inside." He said and the man leaves and heads to the back.

"What's going on out there, Dean?" I asked him. "I don't know, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man, I mean, Sarge is the only sane person I could find. What are we dealing with, do you know?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Doc thinks it's a virus." Sam replied.

"Okay, great. What do you think?" Dean said. "I think she's right." I said and Sam nods. "Really?" Dean said. "Yeah. And we think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact. Oh, but it gets better. The uh, the virus? Leaves traces of sulfur in the blood." Sam said.

"A demonic virus?" Dean asked. "Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare. At least it explains why Sam and I have been having visions." I said. "It's like a Biblical plague." Dean said. "Yeah. You don't know how right you are, Dean." I said to him. "I've been poring through Dad's journal, found something about the Roanoke colony." Sam said.

"And?" Dean asked. "Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Resheph. A demon of plague and pestilence." Sam explains. "Well, that, that's terrific." Dean said, sarcastically. "Why here, why now?"

"No idea. But Dean, who knows how far this thing can spread? We gotta get out of here, we gotta warn people." I said. "They've got one! In here!" The man's voice shouts and the boys and I exchange a look then head into the room.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. "The wife. She's infected." I said to him. "We've gotta take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get." The man said as he gestures towards the door. Dean barely hesitates before pulling out his gun and stalking into the lab.

"You're gonna kill Beverly Tanner?" Pam said, confused, as we enter the lab. "Doctor, could there be any treatment? Some kind of cure for this?" Sam asked Lee. "Can you cure it?" Dean asked. "For God's sake, I don't even know what it is!" Lee exclaims.

"I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through." The man said. "Just leave her in there, you can't shoot her like an animal!" Pete exclaims. "Sam. (Y/n)." Dean said and we go to the door of the utility room, where Mrs Tanner is being held.

Dean and the man hold their guns ready; Sam carefully opens the door, and the two men take up offensive positions. Inside, Mrs Tanner is huddled on the floor, knees drawn up. She jumps at their approach.

"Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it's...it's them! They locked me in here, they...they tried to kill me! They're infected, not me! Please, Mark! You've known me all your life! Please!" She pleads to the man, Mark, who shakes and on the verge of tears. "You guys sure she's one of 'em?" Dean asked me and Sam. We nod at him as Mark pulls back, near tears. Dean then steps forward and fires twice.

Mark peers through the shades on the window, cautiously. Meanwhile, Sam pulls out a hunting knife and checks the blade as Dean and I load a gun. In the lab, we hear a few things crash and break then Pam and Pete scream.

"Oh God! Is there any on me?" Pam shouts as we look over and see that they dropped some vials of blood. "Are we okay?" Pete asked as Lee looks them over. "You're clean, you guys are okay." She assures them. "Why are we staying here?" Pete asked, angrily. "Please, let's just go!" Pam said, tearfully. "No, we can't, because those things are everywhere." Dean said and Pam begins sinking down and Pete kneels down to his sister.

"Oh God...." She cries and Pete hugs his sister. "Hey, shh, shh." He assures her as Sam looks over at me and Dean. "She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming." Sam said, quietly. "Yeah, good point. Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty." Dean said.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles—even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives..." Mark said as Sam glances up at a shelf of medical supplies.

"We could make some." Sam said as he goes to the shelf and takes down a bottle of Potassium Chloride. Just then, someone starts pounding frantically on the front door and we run out.

"Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!" A voice shouts, frantically. "It's Duane Tanner!" Mark said and he opens the door and lets Duane in. He has a backpack and is limping. "Thank God." Duane said, relived. "Duane, you okay?" Mark asked as Dean turns to me and Sam.

"That's the guy that I, uh..." Dean said then he clicks his tongue. "Yeah." Sam and I replied. "Who else is in here?" Duane asked as he starts to walk towards the back but Dean grabs his arm. "Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief. Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?" Dean said and Lee nods as she leads us back to the lab.

"Pam? Pete?" Lee calls out as Duane looks at Dean. "Who are you?" He asked. "Never mind who I am." Dean said then he turns to Lee. "Doc." He said and Lee nods. "Yeah, okay." She said as she looks him over.

"Duane. Where you been?" Mark asked. "On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I...I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since." Duane said then he looks around at us. "Has anybody seen my mom and dad?" He asked and Dean turns to me and Sam, again.

"Awkward..." he said in an attempt joking tone.

Later, Duane was sitting on a stool, his left leg has a deep gash in it. "You're bleeding." Lee said. "Where'd you get that?" I asked him, nodding at his leg. "I was running, I must have tripped." He said. "Tie him up, there's rope in there." Dean said and Duane looks around in a panic.

"Wait..." he said but Dean pulls his gun on Duane. "Sit down!" Dean orders and Duane looks at Mark. "I'm sorry, Duane, he's right. We've gotta be careful." Mark said. "Careful? About what?" Duane asked.

"Did they bleed on you?" Dean asked him. "No, what the hell? No!" Duane exclaims. "Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?" Sam asked Lee. "I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards." Lee said and Duane looks at her. "My mom!" He exclaims.

"It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so...no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns." Lee said and Sam looks over at Dean. "Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now." He said and Dean glances at Mark, who nods.

Then Sam gestures for me to follow them and we leave the lab. "This is our vision, Dean. It's happening." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, I figured." Dean said. "You can't kill him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not." I said to Dean. "Well, I think we're pretty damn sure. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected?" Dean said, suspiciously.

"All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see." Sam said. "For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance." Dean said and he starts to push past us, but Sam stops him with a hand on his chest.

"Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you guys know that." Dean said to us. "It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point." I said.

"What does that buy us?" Dean asked. "A clear conscience, for one!" Sam said. "Well, it's too late for that." Dean said and he starts to walk but Sam stops him again.

"What the hell's happened to you?" Sam asked him. "What?" Dean said. "You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean." Sam said. "Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there." I exclaimed and Dean looks between us then he pushes past Sam a third time.

Sam tries to stop him again but Dean hurls him against the far wall. "What the hell?!" I said and I go and stand in front of Dean. "Stop!" I said. "(Y/n), don't make me hurt you." Dean warns me. "I'm not gonna let you hurt an innocent man." I said then he, quickly, grabs me and hurls me against the wall next to Sam.

He goes back into the hall and locks the door behind him. "Hey!" Sam and I shout as we rattled the lock. "Open the damn door, Dean!" I shouted. "Don't do it, Dean! Don't!" Sam shouts. We did this for a few minutes until we hear the lock unlock. We step back and see Dean standing there and I give him a worried look but he shakes his head at us and both Sam and I let out a sigh of relief.

Hours later, Sam, Dean and I were preparing explosives with rags and glass bottles when Lee enters, hands in her pockets. "It's been over four hours. Duane's blood is still clean. I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right." She said and the boys and I share a look. Sam and I nod and Dean lowers his head. "Sure. Yeah." Sam said and she leaves.

"You know we're gonna ask you why." I said to Dean. "Yeah, I know." He said. "So why? Why didn't you do it?" Sam asked and Dean glances at us the back at the bottles. "We need more alcohol." He said and Sam and I get up and go into the dispensary, where we find Pam and Pete already there.

"How you guys holding up?" I asked them. "Good." Pete said, nodding. "It'll all be over soon." Pam said as Sam and I go to a shelf and look through it.

"In fact, we've been waiting for this the whole time." Pete said and we turn to face them to see the door was shut behind them. "For what?" Sam asked them. "To get you two alone." Pam said then both of them lash out at us. Pam knocks Sam down and Pete knocks me down on the ground.

Pete straddles me and hits me, hard, across the face. I let out a groan as Pete pulls out a scalpel in one hand, which he slices across my chest and then across his own palm, placing his wound over mine.

Then I hear the door being kicked open then the three shoots. I look over and see Pam, who was on top of Sam, convulses and falls to the floor. Pete then turns, quickly, and he was shot three times as well and I see Dean and Mark at the door. Sam reaches out a hand to Dean, who starts to lean over to take it but Mark pulls him back.

"They bled on them. They've got the virus." Mark said and I place my hand on my chest and pull it back, realizing it's true. I look over at Sam, who had a scared look on his face, then we look at Dean, who just looked stunned.

Later, Sam and I were sitting on a couple of stools, a bandage pressed on our chest. I look down and could feel tears in my eyes as the others surround us, Dean pacing angrily. "Doc, check their wound again, would you?" Dean asked but no response.

"Doctor!" Dean shouts. "What's she need to examine them for? You saw what happened." Mark said to Dean as Lee comes up to me and Sam. "Did Pam's and Pete's blood actually enter your wounds?" She asked us.

"Come on, of course it did!" Mark shouts. "We don't know that for sure." Dean yells. "We can't take a chance." Duane said. "You know what we have to do." Mark said. "Nobody is shooting my brother and my gi...friend." Dean said and I give a look at this. "He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. And she's not gonna be your friend much longer either. You said it yourself." Duane said.

"Nobody is shooting anyone!" Dean shouts. "You were gonna shoot me!" Duane yells at him. "You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!" Dean argues. "Dean, they're right. (Y/n) and I are infected; just give us the gun and we'll do it ourself." Sam said and I bite my lips and blink back tears.

"Forget it." Dean said, firmly. "Dean, we're not gonna become one of those things." I said to him. "Guys, we've still got some time..." Dean started to say until Mark talks over him. "Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother and she's your friend, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this."

Mark then pulls out his handgun. "I'm gonna say this one time — you make a move on them, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!" Dean yells, angrily. "Then what are we supposed to do?!" Mark asked and Dean tosses Mark his keys.

"Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now." Dean tells them. "What about you?" Mark asked him and Sam and I look up at Dean, who looks down then over at us.

"Dean, no." I said, shaking my head. "No. Go with them. This is your only chance!" Sam said to him. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easy." Dean said. "No, he's right. Come with us." Mark said but Dean doesn't move. "Okay, it's your funeral." Mark said and he leads Duane and Lee out the door.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals." Lee said to us and Dean looks at her. "Oh, actually we're not really Marshals." Dean admits. "Um. Oh." Lee said, shocked then she leaves and Dean shuts the door behind her. He turns slowly to face us, and I close my eyes as some tears fall down my face.

"Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something." Dean said, trying to lighten the mood. "Dean, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here." I plead to him as I look up at him. "No way." Dean said. "Give us my gun and leave." Sam said. "For the last time, guys. No." Dean said and Sam slams the table with his fist.

"This is the dumbest thing you've ever done." Sam said. "Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?" Dean said and he shudders and I shake my head as I wipe the tears. "Dean, Sam and I are sick. It's over for us. It doesn't have to be for you." I said to him. "No?" Dean said. "No, you can keep going." Sam said.

"Who says I want to?" Dean asked and Sam and I give him confused looks. "What?" We asked as Dean crosses to the other wall and pulls a handgun out of his waistband before sitting on the file cabinet.

"I'm tired, guys. I'm tired of this job, this life...this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it." Dean said, dejectedly. "So what, so you're just going to give up? You're just gonna lay down and die?" I asked him and he looks down. "Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has--" Sam started to say but Dean shakes his head. "You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but..." he stops and bites his lips.

"What is it about?" I asked him when we hear a noise outside; a moment later there's a knocking on the door. Dean picks up both handguns and we cross to it, Lee is standing there and Dean opens the door. "You'd better come see this." She said.

The five of us stand just outside the clinic; everything else in sight is deathly silent. "There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just...vanished." Lee said as we look around in shock.

The next morning, Lee was looking through the microscope; Sam and I were seated on the exam table. "Well, it's been five hours and your blood's still clean. I don't understand it but I think you two dodged a bullet." Lee said to us. "But we were exposed." Sam said, confused. "Yeah...How could we not be infected?" I asked her. "I don't know. But you guys are just not. I mean, you compare it with the Tanner samples..." Lee said as she looks through another microscope.

"What the hell?" She said, shocked. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Their blood. There's no trace of the virus. No sulfur, nothing." She said and Sam and I share a confused look.

Later, Mark and Duane are loading up a truck while Lee stands in the doorway of the clinic. "Hey, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come." Duane said. "I'd better get over to Sidewinder, get the authorities up here. If they'll believe me. Take care." Lee said and Mark waves to her then to me and the boys, as we lean against the Impala.

"What about them?" Dean asked as he nods towards me and Sam. "They're going to be fine. No signs of infection." Lee said and she goes back inside as Mark and Duane pull away in the truck. Dean turns to me and Sam. "Hey man, don't look at me. I got no clue." Sam said and I shrug. "Same here." I said and Dean sighs.

"I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean, why here, why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just friggin' melted." Dean said, frustrated. "Why were we immune?" I asked. "Yeah. You know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away?" Dean said and we get in the car and pull away from town.

Later, we were parked by the side of a road, overlooking a river, the three of us leaning against a fence, drinking beer. "So. Last night. You want to tell us what the hell you were talking about?" Sam asked him. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, playing dumb.

"What does he mean? I mean you said you were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of John." I said to him. "Forget it." Dean said, waving vaguely. "No, I can't. No way." Sam said. "Yeah, neither can I." I said. "Come on guys, I thought we were going to die, you guys can't hold that over me." Dean said.

"No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with us, man. You're talking." Sam said. "And what if I don't?" Dean asked. "Then I guess we'll just have to keep asking until you do." I said, shrugging.

"I don't know, guys. I just think maybe we ought to...go to the Grand Canyon." Dean said, ignoring our question. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country, you know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan." Dean said and I raise an eyebrow.

"You're not making any sense." I said to him. "I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?" Dean asked us.

"Why are you saying all this?" Sam asked and Dean shakes his head, turning away.

"No, no, no, no, Dean. You're my brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me and (y/n) help a little bit." Sam said to him. "I can't. I promised." Dean said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Dad." Dean replied.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him as Dean looks down. "Right before Dad died, he told me something." Dean said and he takes a breath then looks at us. "He told me something about you two." He said. "What?" Sam asked but Dean doesn't say anything.

"Dean, what did he tell you?" I asked him and he looks at us.

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axailslink · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do an June Gibbons x reader. So basically June is dating someone already and the person June is dating doesn’t like reader so reader and Junes significant other get into altercations and June is like don’t talk to me anymore.So a few days later Reader confronts Junes significant other and June knows that reader is not in the wrong and the we become lovers something like that.also how has your day or night been going?

Hold the phone. I don't think I can write for June since she's an actual person I wouldn't want to disrespect the actual person in any way. Possibly text me another character to do this with? I will if you'll send another. I deeply apologize love but out of respect not with this specific character.

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rammwhy · 2 years

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New York Kiss | cc!Jschlatt drabble

summary: You and Schlatt go out for a drive and some pizza, and it leads to something more.

pairing: cc!Schlatt x gn!reader

tags/warnings: technically consensual but non-verbal? not sure if that warrants a warning but just in case :) | fluff

notes: first fic I've written in a very long time and first fic ever posted on tumblr! I've just been reading a lot of schlatt drabbles lately and wanted to write one myself! The ending feels a bit rushed imo, but I'm still pretty proud of this.

Inspired by the song New York Kiss by Spoon. Also, the bonus at the end is purely just crack entertainment, take it as you will lol

words: 721

New York kiss.

Kinda cliche, huh? I never imagined this would happen; that I would be here, underneath the neon signs, kissing you in the night.

You, my best friend and roommate of 3 years. The guy I never thought I would get along with, because I thought you were so brash and loud and rude--and you were. Honestly I only ever put up with you because Ted liked you, and you happened to have a spare room.

But then I learned about you.

You, who sends an incessant amount of gibbon monkey videos at 3 in the morning, just because you like them and you think I'll like them too. You, who always gets so excited when someone matches you in Mario kart, no matter how much you pride yourself in being the "drift king." You, who drove all the way out in the dead of the night to come pick me up when I was scared and alone, who listens to me ramble about the most trivial things, who gives the warmest hugs when all I can feel is the cold, who lets me know that I'm enough.

You, you, you.

All I can feel is you.

You're gentle when you kiss me, lips soft and slow with your hand lightly caressing my face. It's like you're scared to hurt me--like you're cradling a delicate flower in your hands. Needless to say, a stark contrast from how you present yourself.

This wasn't supposed to happen. We were visiting your home city, that was it; a fun vacation with the rest of the group. Ted and Charlie were back at the airbnb, saying they were too tired to go out and do anything else. But I was bored and hungry, and we still hadn't gone to that pizza place you love so much. So, you being you, took me out for a late night drive.

Spoon and alt-j played in the background as we talked and talked until all I could think about was how happy you make me. Even when there was a lull in the conversation, we were comfortable and content, just sitting in each other's presence as we passed mundane streetlights. Talks like these were what I loved most.

And then we were here--stomachs full of classic New York pizza as we walked beneath the neon signs. After much arguing and bickering (and a few annoyed looks from the restaurant owner), we split the bill and scurried out of the place, giggling like a couple of high schoolers. What we found so funny I'll never really know, but we were drunk with joy, and that was enough.

We did what we came here for, but neither of us wanted to leave just yet. So, we walked. And as we walked, I noticed you had a soft look in your eyes; one that would grow and twinkle whenever you laughed. I was... enamoured, to say the least. And, maybe it showed, because you stopped walking and took my hand, and I looked up into your eyes.

I don't know what it was--a spark, a snap--but without even saying a word, we both just knew.

And then you kissed me. And I kissed you.

Bonus:

When you and Schlatt had come back to the airbnb, completely lovesick and hand in hand, the first thing Charlie and Ted did was... well, yell.

"Wow, took you long en-oH MY GOD!" Charlie exclaimed, pointing at your joined hands in shock? Fear? Excitement?

The two of you quickly pulled away, wincing at the sheer volume your friend had just produced. The both of you, having been so caught up in the initial romance of it all, hadn't quite decided how to tell the boys--if at all.

Charlie seemed to have decided for you, though.

"What is with the yelling?" Ted asked, making his way to the entrance and seeing Charlie pointing between you and Schlatt. "What are you pointing at?" All that came out of Charlie's mouth were incoherent exclamations, accompanied by more jabbing of his finger towards you two.

"THEM?? HANDS??? WHAAAA????" He managed to say, though barely understandable. Ted, however, was a fairly observant man. Processing Charlie's words, aggressive finger jutting, and the singular hands behind each of your backs, he let out a gasp.

"YOU GUYS ARE DATING?"

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ayanna-wild · 4 years

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Because You're Beautiful

Word Count: 1264

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Plus size Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, possible trigger

A/N: Request from Wattpad, nearly all of my stories are made to fit pretty much anyone's body type and or ethnicity, as I try to keep the reader's description as vague as possible, however if you'd like to directly address a certain aspect, like this story, feel free to ask!

“Loving your body is about being comfortable in your body, and only you get to set the parameters of that. Only you get to decide what that looks like, and only you know where the finish line is. Never let anyone make you feel ashamed about what you decide, or don't decide, to put on your body.” — Brittany Gibbons

Summary: You hadn’t really wanted to go to Lux, to a crowded club, with so many people. But Lucifer had looked so hopeful when he asked you to come, and you never could say no to him. When the night quickly turns sour though, your loving devil is there to remind you just how much he truly loves you.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, dawned in the nicest dress you owed. Well truthfully the dress you had bought just for this occasion. You shifted nervously as you begun to second guess yourself the longer you stared.

Was this dress the right color for you?

Was it the right style? The right length?

So many doubts began to cloud your mind. You were thicker than most girls and although you were happy with yourself, your insecurities still reared their ugly head from time to time. The abrupt knocking on your door silenced your runaway thoughts. You took one last dissatisfied look before moving to answer it. The familiar smile of the handsome man on the other side quieted your insecurities just a little and you smiled back, albeit rather stiffly.

"My darling you look stunning! Is that a new dress? I haven't seen it before." He smiled approvingly as his eyes roamed over your figure.

You shifted from one foot to the other under his intense gaze.

"I just bought it actually, I figured I should look nice for tonight."

Tonight being the first night you'd agreed to accompany Lucifer to such a crowded place. The first night you allowed him to proudly show you off as his girlfriend. You were normally more reserved in your relationship with Lucifer. You'd seldom agree to go anywhere too many people would see. You had told him it was simply because you were shy but in truth you felt almost ashamed. The women Lucifer used to date were stunning, perfectly sculpted, and much, much different from you.

So, despite your anxiety, your insecurities, your fears, you'd agreed to come out with him tonight. Agreed because he'd asked you so sweetly, agreed because he'd been so eager to show you off.

You, his beautiful girlfriend, as he put it.

And him, the gorgeous man, far out of your league.

"Well I think it’s beautiful on you, shall we?"

Lucifer held his arm out and you wrapped your arm around his. His smile was almost blinding, and he led you to his car, beaming in pride.

The ride to Lux was mostly quiet, at least from your end, Lucifer however had no problem chatting away. Even if it was more of a one-sided conversation. You caught every other word he said, mostly trying to psych yourself up for the evening ahead.

When the two of you had finally arrived you were a puddle of anxiety and stress. He must have sensed your internal dismay and gently placed a hand on your thigh, his smile encouraging and his eyes filled with worry.

"You'll be fine my dear, and if it gets to be too much, we can always sneak out." He winked.

You let out a breathy laugh, a bit more at ease and you nodded. Lucifer leaned over, kissing your forehead.

"My beautiful love." He murmured.

The night although a bit stressful was going wonderfully, you were actually having fun. Lucifer was showing you off to anyone he could, a proud and somewhat smug look on his face the whole time. His introductions often started with 'my beautiful' or 'my lovely' and once even 'my goddess', you'd elbowed him for that one. Lucifer's affection for you made you feel like you were on cloud nine and your worries melted away.

Until he left you alone to refill your drinks.

You'd been standing at a table, glancing around at all the people when a woman approached you. She had silky black hair, and porcelain skin and her dress clung to her slim figure in the most flattering way. Her expression held no kindness and you frowned a little.

"You're Lucifer's girlfriend?"

It was a seemingly innocent question but the way she'd said it, with such distaste and disbelief, made it clear what she really thought.

"Yes..."

You really wished your voice hadn't come out so quiet.

"Why?"

She looked you up and down, a disapproving frown on her face.

"Look at you."

Her words stung and you visibly flinched as if she'd slapped you.

"He's just..."

"Is this a sort of pity date? Is he doing you a favor?"

Her questions made you feel small, so insignificant.

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

You tried to sound indifferent but your voice faded off.

"Lucifer and I used to hook up now and then, he broke off our arrangement whenever he started dating though. I just didn't know it was for someone like you. You're not nearly as skinny as the girl's he usually goes for."

She curled her lip in disgust and you cast your eyes downward, suddenly ashamed and fighting back tears.

"You don't belong with someone like him. Look at you! You'll only weigh him down." She smiled cruelly pushing past you.

You stumbled back when she intentionally bumped her shoulder into yours. A hand on your back steadied you and you watched as the woman took a step back. Her vicious smile gone.

"Lucifer... I-I didn't see you there..." She said.

You looked up at your boyfriend, whose expression was dark and furious. His hand moved from your back to your waist, and he pulled you close to his side.

"Clearly."

The tone of his voice sent chills down even your spine and you weren’t the one on the receiving end of his anger.

"I was just-"

"I heard what you were doing Molly. Now leave my club, you're no longer welcomed here." Lucifer snapped.

The woman, Molly, gaped at him in disbelief, and she stuttered out a protest.

"You're kicking me out! Over her!? How could you choose someone like that over me!"

Lucifer gave her a vindictive smile, and he held you closer.

"Because her beauty isn't skin deep, and quite frankly my dear, you're as shallow as a puddle, I prefer someone with a little more depth, which you lack entirely. You may have your looks, but you're a truly hideous human being."

Lucifer waved the bouncer over and led you away as you listened to Molly screech as she was escorted out.

Lucifer had taken you up to the penthouse, encouraged you to take off your heels and had gotten you a slightly stronger drink than you'd had before.

"I'm sorry I left you alone for so long darling, are you alright?"

You forced a smile, waving a hand dismissively.

"I'm alright Luc, it's nothing I didn't already know."

He frowned at your words, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"I'm sorry?" He questioned.

You averted your gaze from his.

"She wasn't wrong, sure her words hurt, but she had a point."

Lucifer felt his heart ache at your words.

"What did she say Y/N?"

You stilled refused to look at him, instead choosing to pick at the fabric of your dress.

"That you were out of my league, I would only weigh you down, that I'm... I'm well I'm thicker than most girls. Just reminding me of things I already knew." You mumbled.

Lucifer was quiet for a moment, and you couldn’t bare to look at him. But in the next second your drink was plucked from your hands and you were being pulled into a crushing embrace.

"Oh love, don't you know I think you're perfect how you are? You're a kind and wonderful person. You light up a room just by walking in, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

You blinked back tears, holding him tightly as he kissed the top of your head.

"Darling I wouldn't change a thing about you." Lucifer muttered.

"Even if I'm heavy?"

He chuckled pulling away to cup your face in his hands.

"Especially that, besides there's just more for me to love, and I do love you, very much."

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taeken-my-heart · 4 years

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Moirai Chapter 12

Summary: On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Soulmates au/ Enemies to lovers au. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, eventual smut.

Word Count: 5651

Chapter notes: Nothing terrible, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff. The usual, haha

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Work came far too early the next day and you tiredly rubbed your eyes as you made your way towards the nurse’s station where Lizzy was standing, a coffee in her outstretched hand.

"Wow, you weren't lying when you texted you looked like a zombie." She quipped, "Aren't you glad I got you a pick me up?"

"Always an angel." You murmured, pulling the coffee to your lips and sighing into it as you leaned your elbows against the counter.

"So, I saw him." Lizzy replied smoothly.

"Who?" You asked, eyes still firmly shut as you focused on not sleeping where you stood.

"Dr. Jeon, of course." Lizzy sighed, slapping your arm.

"Oh." You said, eyes opening and staring down at your paper cup. Honestly, you'd forgotten about him in the aftermaths of a late night giving physical comfort to Jimin and an early morning at the hands of the sweltering heat.

"Oh?" Lizzy repeated blankly, "Y/N, no physical description does him justice and all you can say is oh? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," you said softly, "just really tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."

"Oh," Lizzy smirked, "really? What exactly was keeping you up, my dear friend?"

"Take a wild guess." You chuckled and Lizzy squealed like a teenage girl. "You act like you haven't gotten any in months!" You complained.

"I haven't!" She whined, "I'm living vicariously through you so you have to be generous with me."

"I am not sharing the details of my sex life with you, Lizzy." You smirked and she pouted.

"Well, the least you could do is give me regular updates of the good doctor."

“Lizzy!" You complained, "I've got better things to do, you know. Besides, I have a boyfriend and I don't think he'd like me paying so much attention to another man."

"Again, I am living vicariously through you. My appetite must be filled or I cannot be responsible for my actions." She insisted.

The doors to your right suddenly swung open and you glanced over to find Jungkook walking towards the nurse’s station, already dressed in his scrubs and dark hair pushed back across his head.

You watched as Lizzy practically drooled and you had to stifle your groan. "I was told you had a file for the Gibbons surgery." Jungkook said, coming to stand beside you at the nurse’s station, his gaze trained on Lizzy.

"Oh, yes I do, let me just grab that for you." She squeaked.

You stood silently, staring at the wall and squeezing your coffee just a little too tight and you noticed Jungkook incline his head towards you. "Good morning, doctor."

"Ah, yes, good morning." You replied awkwardly.

"You slept well; I trust?"

"Yes, I slept fine, thank you."

Jungkook nodded silently before the two of you plunged back into silence and Lizzy finally found the file, frowning at you with furrowed eyebrows as she handed him the file. "Here you are, Dr. Jeon."

"Thank you." He replied, flipping it open and waltzing back through the doors he'd come through.

"What the hell was that?" Lizzy asked.

"What was what?" You asked, casually.

"Oh, no, no. You can't act all coy and avoid the elephant in the room. The air was so tense just now, even I could feel it and I'm pretty oblivious. What happened between you and the good doctor? You only met him yesterday!"

You sighed, fiddling with the lid of your drink and shrugging. "Look, it would take too long to explain and right now I honestly am not in the mood for it. I'll explain it to you someday...maybe."

Lizzy pouted and you smiled softly. "Well, I suppose I can't pry it out of you, but just know I will probably die of curiosity."

"That's a shame," you hummed, "I was really growing fond of you." Lizzy's expression turned sour and you laughed, lifting your cup at her and backing away. "I'll see you later."

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Today you were spending most of the day in the blissful clutches of labor and delivery. Under normal circumstances you hated the labor and delivery unit. There were moments of reprieve where the mothers were thanking you profusely for the gift of an epidural but usually there was a lot of shouting and screaming, especially if you couldn't make it to their room in the 2.5 seconds after they requested your services.

However, anywhere that was not forcing you into Jungkook's company was a welcome relief and since he was spending the majority of his morning in trauma surgery, you were happy to greet your new favorite ward.

"You've got an epidural in room 12." One of the nurses sighed in lieu of a greeting. "She's been asking for you for the last 30 minutes in between crying and hitting her husband for ‘putting her through this.’"

"Oh goody." You smiled. "I suppose I'll head that way, then."

You were honestly trying to like the maternity unit, you really were. Babies and life were beautiful things and of course you knew that, but the ugly head of debilitating pain always reared its head in the form of screaming mother's to be and that could be overwhelming for even the most practiced of physicians. You were more used to your patients making no noise at all because 9 times out of 10 you were assigned to some sort of surgery that didn't involve neonatal work but there was always that occasion. Today you at least had 2 cesarean sections and that was an area you felt you could thrive in.

Despite your best efforts at keeping a positive attitude, you were absolutely exhausted by the time you slouched into your seat in the cafeteria and Lizzy looked up at you from her yogurt and grinned. "Babies got you down?"

"No!" You insisted, sitting straighter, "in fact, I'm having the time of my life over there. I'm just tired from last night, that's all."

"OK." Lizzy grinned and you rolled your eyes at her.

"So how has your morning been?" You asked, unrolling your sandwich and picking through it for any tomatoes and dropping them on Lizzy's plate.

"I suppose I can't complain. I really only had to draw a couple vials of blood and give one sponge bath. You know I'm jinxing myself right now, though, right?"

"Probably," you admit with a grin, "you'll have to let me know how things go the rest of your shift."

"What about you, Ms. L&D? How's your shift really going?"

You shrugged, swallowing your bite. "It's OK, the usual, you know? There is a sense of freedom, though."

"Really? Normally you say it makes you feel like you've been given a prison sentence."

You laughed, nodding and crumbling the sandwich wrapper in your hands as you gobbled half the sandwich in one bite. At this rate, trying to avoid conversation with your friend was going to cause indigestion. "Yeah, that's normally the case. Today isn't so bad though, I find I suddenly have the stomach for it."

"What changed?"

"The scenery."

"The scenery?" Lizzy asked, eyebrows rising, "I don't get it. Did they get some new potted plants or something?"

You glanced down at your watch before standing and stretching. "Hey, I've gotta go take a quick power nap before I head back to maternity. We can chat later, OK?"

"Fine," Lizzy pouted, "but you've gotta stop avoiding my questions. I'm just going to keep asking."

"I know you will." You grinned, popping the last bite of sandwich into your mouth and walking away with a wave.

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The on-call room in your hospital was an unfortunate mix of three sets of bunk beds, one single twin, and a mini fridge on a small wooden table that looked like it was about to give up the ghost. Thankfully no one was in there when you arrived so you dropped down onto the one single mattress (the coveted single twin was prime real estate in the room) and flipped yourself back to bury your head in the pillow. You had an hour until your next scheduled appointment (unless you got paged) and you intended to use the opportunity catching up on the sleep you'd missed last night.

Just as your eyelids were becoming heavy with sleep the door clicked softly as it opened and closed and you pouted, keeping your eyes firmly shut as you grasped at the tendrils of sleep now escaping your vision.

"Sorry." Came the soft baritone and you resisted the urge to shiver. His voice had always been deep but age had served to deepen it further.

"It's fine." You mumbled, refusing to open your eyes to look at him, even as he took the bottom bunk beside you. You could hear the springs squeaking as he shifted a few times and almost smiled. "If you're looking for a comfortable way to lay, you'll be hard pressed to find it. The beds here are all a bit sad, aside from this single mattress that Dr. Watson affectionately named "Bertha"."

"Charming name." Jungkook quipped. "You don't happen to need to leave in the next few minutes, do you?"

You smiled, opening your eyes and glancing at the clock by the door. "I've still got 40 minutes."

"OK," He sighed, "well dibs after you leave."

"Fair enough." You nodded, closing your eyes.

"So," Jungkook murmured after a few minutes and you began to resign yourself to the idea that you probably weren't going to be getting much sleep. "I never knew you had an interest in medicine."

"To be fair, we never really 'knew' each other."

"We did when we were kids." He said softly and you opened your eyes, turning to look at him.

"Yes, we were friends when we were kids but then you got pretty mean for a while. Never did give me a satisfying reason why, either."

He sighed, shrugging. "Because I was a stupid kid. I really don't have a good excuse for my behavior back then. I just hated that we were always forced together by our mom's and I took it out on you, even though it wasn't your fault. I guess it was right around the time that I started making friends with the other boys around and they were kind of mean about girls so I just started reflecting what I was seeing. I am sorry, though."

You chewed on the inside of your lip as you pondered your next words. "Doesn't really explain what happened in high school or, you know, when we got these." You raised your wrist slightly for him to see his name, partially obscured by the green of your scrubs.

"I didn't know what I really wanted back then." He sat up suddenly, leaning forward onto his knees and wringing his hands together. "See, the thing is-"

The chirping of your pager interrupted his next words and you glanced down at the message, frowning. "Someone is begging for an epidural up in L&D." You mumbled. Standing, you shoved your hands through your hair to try and tame it and readjusted the elastic of your pants. "Sorry."

You didn’t give him any time to reply before walking through the door and back out towards the maternity ward. The rest of the day was spent too busy to even breathe and by the time your shift ended you were slumping towards the door that hid your car from view.

“Doctor Y/L/N! Y/N, wait!” You turned to watch as Jungkook came to a halt by your side. “I’m off in 20 minutes, I was hoping we could grab a coffee or something and continue our conversation from this afternoon.”

“I don’t really think it’s such a good idea,” you said softly. “I’ve gotta get home to make dinner for my boyfriend and considering who you are…well, I don’t think Jimin would like that so much.”

“Considering who I am, maybe I could have 5 minutes of your time to just explain myself.”

“We talked about this, Jungkook.” You frowned.

“Y/N, I was 18 years old-”

You could see Lizzy walking down the hallway towards the two of you and the last thing you needed right now was to explain what your history was with the new surgical resident so you shook your head and stepped towards the door.

“I’ve gotta go, Dr. Jeon. Let’s just leave the past in the past, OK? Enjoy the rest of your shift.”

++++

Later that evening after you’d finished eating and the AC repair man had come and gone you looked up at the clock on the mantle, frowning. It was 9 o’clock and Jimin still wasn’t home. Sometimes things did run later with divorce cases and especially with this new couple, but he’d been strangely quiet the last few hours, normally he was sending you at least one eye rolling emoji if things ran overtime but so far…nothing.

You were lying in bed with a book before you heard the sound of his keys in the lock. Shuffling feet and a softly placed brief case met your ears before you finally saw him stepping through the door. “You’re home late.” You murmur softly and he jumped in surprise.

“You scared me.” He chuckles, before stripping down to his boxers and climbing into bed, laying his head against your stomach and sighing. “I’m sorry I’m home so late.”

“Why didn’t you text me?” You questioned, running your fingers through his hair.

“Didn’t really get the opportunity.” You can hear the frown in his voice and in turn you found yourself frowning.

“Normally you manage to find time.” You wish you had better control of the bite in your voice but as it was you were too emotionally exhausted to really try.

Jimin sat up to look at you, leaning against the headboard. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

“What was the giveaway?” You mumbled, pulling your book back into your lap and resuming the page you were on last.

Jimin sighed, pushing his hair out of his face. “Baby, I was honestly just really busy today. On top of all of my other cases, I had three new clients today in office and then had to go into court to oversee the completion of one of our divorces and sign a ton of paper work. Then, to top it all off, Mrs. Johnson wanted to meet to discuss some details of the divorce with her husband. He’s trying to shift some funds into another account outside of the country or something, I don’t know. Look, you know I would have messaged you if I could have, I just really didn’t have time.”

“You’ve had busier days than that before and managed to find time, I don’t know why today was so different.” You sniffed, putting your book down and sliding under the covers, turning out your light. “Let’s just talk in the morning, I’m tired.”

“Babe,” Jimin groaned, flipping you onto your back and hovering his face over yours, stroking his thumb down your cheek. “Come on, tomorrow is our anniversary. Please, let’s not fight. I want to enjoy our day off together.”

You sigh, rubbing your eyes and nodding. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just really stressed at work these days. “

“Is something going on? Someone bothering you?” He asked gently, peering down at you in the dark.

This was not the time for this conversation. What were you supposed to do, tell your boyfriend that your soulmate had reentered your life? That he was trying to make amends and “talk”? That was a conversation you did not foresee going well so you smiled, shaking your head.

“No, nothing like that. Just medical stuff, you know. I was back in the labor and delivery department today; you know how I feel about that.”

“Will you be there next shift?” He asked, laying his hand across your stomach.

“No, they only need me sometimes. Usually Dr. Gray takes those shifts but she was out of town so I was filling in. I don’t know, work has just been stressful and I know it’s not your fault. I just felt upset that you didn’t call or text or anything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you know what was going on. I’ll be more mindful of it in the future, I promise.”

“Thank you, baby.” You whispered, reaching up to kiss him softly. “Did you think about anything you wanted to do tomorrow?”

Jimin smiled, wrapping his arm tight around your waist and pouting in thought. “I for sure want to sleep in, then some lazy sex, breakfast in bed, the usual.”

“And who’s making the breakfast, hmm?” You teased and he grinned.

“We’ll order in, how about that?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“I’m gonna go get ready for bed.” He yawned, standing from the bed and stretching his hands above his head, “you gonna be asleep by the time I get back?”

“Most likely.” You grinned.

“Well then, see you in the morning, my love.” He leaned over, kissing soft into your lips and you sighed, linking your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

“Goodnight.” You whispered against his mouth.

++++

You woke to the smell of pancakes, inhaling deeply and rolling to your side, hand flailing out against an empty mattress. Eyes blinking blearily open, you glanced around your room, but Jimin was nowhere to be seen.

You could hear pans banging in the kitchen and you smiled, laying back against your mattress. The cotton of your duvet brushed against bare legs and you stretched your arms above your head. You liked the idea of Jimin making you breakfast in bed, though he wasn’t very quiet about it.

You stood, long shirt drooping to your knees and made your way out into the living room. Jimin stood at the counter top, carefully cracking eggs, but when you entered the room he whined loudly, stomping his foot. “Ah, you’re supposed to still be asleep. I wanted to surprise you.” He pouted.

You smiled, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I was thinking…maybe we could skip the food and go straight to dessert.” You whispered, nipping at his chin and he turned to look down at you, eyes darkening.

“Trust me, you’re gonna wanna eat. You’ll need a lot of energy for what I have in store.” He replied; husky.

Your stomach churned with electricity, chest crackling in excitement. “I like the sound of that. I don’t wanna wait, though.”

You kissed at his jaw, making your way towards his lips and he melted into you, mouth hot against your own as you opened to him, running a hand across his lower abdomen. “Mmm, food first, you naughty baby.” He replied, slapping you hard on the butt and you yelped, glaring before sulking back to the bedroom.

“I was thinking we could lounge and watch a movie today.” Jimin said, walking back into the bedroom a few minutes later with a tray full of food. You held it for him as he sat down, placing it in the center and grabbing for a piece of toast.

“Did you have a movie in mind?” You asked, turning to look at him.

He shook his head, pushing his fork into one of the sausages on his plate and taking a bite. “No, you can choose.”

“What if I choose something so horrendously sappy that you want to vomit?”

“Then I would still love you,” he said, tilting his head to the side, “but I’d have to go to therapy for all the damage inflicted. On your dime, of course.”

“Of course.” You nodded, grabbing a grape from the fruit bowl on the tray and popping it into your mouth.

“Let’s finish breakfast and then we can watch a movie.”

“What about sex?” You pouted and he smirked, tweaking your nose.

“Who said we need to be in the bedroom for that? We could multitask, you know.”

“I like the sound of that.” You purred, leaning over to give him a kiss.

++++

Later that evening, after making dinner together and laughing late into the night, lounging back into the cushions of the couch. Jimin ran to grab something from the bedroom, promising a big surprise. You watched after him as his figure disappeared into the dark of your bedroom, heart thumping eagerly in your chest.

He returned shortly, a small gift bag in his hand and grinned, sitting down beside you. “I wanted to get you something special. We’ve been together 8 years now, which is incredible, don’t you think? Anyway. This year just feels really special and I wanted to get you something big; something that would remind you how much I love you.”

Your heart raced in your chest; pounding against your ribcage. A small, blue velvet box rested inside the bag and you reached in, breath stilling in your lungs. Jimin watched you eagerly, eyes bright and lips rubbing together in anticipation as you slowly opened the box.

“Oh…” A pair of sapphire earrings blinked up at you from the cushion of their casing. Nothing like the engagement ring you’d been expecting.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, eyebrows drawing together.

“Nothing. They’re beautiful, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. I…I just assumed…” You trailed off, bottom lip wobbling. All that anticipation built up and still…no ring.

“What did you assume?”

“Are you ever going to propose?” You whispered, and you could already feel the burn of your eyes filling with tears.

Jimin sighed, rubbing at his temples in aggravation and laying back into the couch. “Y/N, I really don’t like when you pressure me.”

“When have ever I pressured you?” You cried, swiping at a tear as it slipped down your cheek. “I’ve never said anything!”

“It’s not with words, baby. You think I haven’t seen the magazines you leave around, wedding rings, wedding dresses, ring sizes? I’m not obtuse, Y/N. I know you want to get married and I know we’ve been together a long time, but I’m just not there yet. Marriage is just a social construct, like soulmates. Just the government and the media trying to get us to do what they want.”

“What?” You gaped, brushing angrily at the tears staining your cheeks, “where is this even coming from? You’ve never told me you thought so poorly of marriage. We both agreed that we don’t like the whole soulmates thing, but marriage? I thought we were on the same page! It’s been 8 years, Jimin!”

“I just don’t know if I’m a marriage type of guy!” He huffed and you glared at him.

“You should have figured that out 8 years ago before dragging me along and wasting my time. I could have been married by now.”

“Don’t. Don’t say that. I didn’t say I don’t want to get married, I said I don’t know if I do.”

“That’s practically the same thing.” You hissed, pulling your arm away from him as he reached out for you. You stood, legs wobbling with emotion.

“Y/N, I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and right now if I pushed myself to get married, I feel like it would really ruin a good thing. Please, just give me more time. You’re the only one I could ever actually envision myself marrying.”

“Then why won’t you?” You fussed, crossing your arms over your chest. He ruffled his hair in aggravation, standing and walking towards you carefully, watching your every move as though you might take off running, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“I love you. More than anyone in this entire world and I want to share my life with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready for marriage right now. I’m only 31.”

“How much longer are you going to make me wait?” You whispered, “I can’t wait around forever. I want a marriage and children, Jimin. Don’t string me along if you really don’t want that.” You looked up at him, his dark hair hanging down into his eyes.

“Just give me a little more time.” He pleaded, pulling you tighter into him, “please.”

You sighed, heart heavy in your chest. In the end, you couldn’t imagine life without him. He was your best friend and the only man you’d ever really wanted. You were willing to wait a little while longer. “Fine,” you agreed, “but you need to figure this out, Jimin. I can’t wait around forever and I won’t. I deserve more than that.”

“You’re right.” He agreed, “I promise I’ll be thinking about it and I’ll give you an answer. Just give me…just give me a year, one year. Please.”

“OK.” You nodded, “One year. But then you’ll have to make up your mind. Marriage and children may not be important to you, but it’s important to me.”

“I can accept that.” He nodded, leaning down to nudge his nose against yours. You melted against him, lips warm against yours and you inhaled deeply as you pulled away. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, pulling from his arms and retrieving the gift he’d gotten you. “I was thinking…I got you a gift too and it’s in the bedroom. Why don’t I wear both your gift and my gift…and nothing else?”

Jimin grinned wolfishly, holding your hair out of your face as you slid the earrings into place. “That sounds like a really good idea.”

You looked up at him and he smiled, running the pad of his thumb against your ear. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him into the bedroom.

++++

“So, I was thinking. We should do a welcome dinner for Dr. Jeon. It’s been two weeks now and I’m looking for an excuse to get obnoxiously drunk and not be judged for it. Plus, getting to look at his face for a couple hours is like a cherry on top of that already beautiful cake.” Lizzy spun her straw in her drink, feet kicked up on the seat across the table from her.

You glanced down beside you, the dirty soles of her sketchers greeting you. She smiled at you, cheek dimpled and you took another bite of your mashed potatoes. Somehow, by the grace of the gods, you’d been giving a longer lunch than normal, so you’d indulged in calorie dense cafeteria food to sooth you.

“Your bias is showing.” You said, staring over at her, spoon hanging from your bottom lip and she scoffed.

“I’m not biased! We’ve always had a welcome dinner for new doctors so it’s not like it’s a weird thing to suggest. I wouldn’t even be surprised if one was already being planned by the supe. Come on, where’s your party spirit?”

“Left it at home.” You shrugged, picking at the roll on your plate. It was a little stale, but it was cafeteria food, after all.

“Is this seat taken?” You looked up to find Jungkook standing beside you, peering down at the seat that Lizzy’s feet currently occupied. Lizzy quickly sat up, dropping her feet back down to the ground and smiling wide, waving for him to sit down.

“No, of course not! Sit down doctor. We were actually just talking about you!”

You glared over at her and she smiled pretty, pushing a corkscrew curl out of her face. Jungkook took the seat beside you, the legs of his chair squealing against the linoleum tiles and he looked between the two of you.

“You were talking about me?” He asked, eyes wide, “good things, I hope.” He smiled and you could practically see Lizzy melt.

“Of course.” She giggled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger and you looked at her like she’d sprouted a third head. She cleared her throat, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “Actually, we were just talking about how we should throw you a welcome dinner. We do it for all the new doctors, or at least the ones we like.”

Jungkook chuckled good-naturedly and you wanted to die. “Ah, yeah, Dr. Ramirez actually mentioned that to me earlier. I think he said the administration is planning one for this Saturday night.”

“Excellent!” Lizzy beamed, “we usually do it in the breakroom since we can’t all take the night off to go out to eat, but we can spare a few minutes to stop by and say hello. Plus, the catering is pretty rad so it’s good for moral.”

You smiled, nodding, “I’m certainly never opposed to free food.”

Jungkook looked over at you, lips quirking at the edges and you looked back down at your food. “Sounds like it’ll be a good time, then.”

Lizzy’s pager beeped and she swore, looking down at it with a sigh. “Duty calls. Anyway, Y/N, I’ll find you later before I leave. I’ve got a dentist appointment so I’m gonna be leaving a little earlier today.”

You nodded, waving her off and she smiled, waving to the two of you before making her way out of the cafeteria and out of sight. You could feel your shoulders, coiled in tension as the sleeve of Jungkook’s scrubs rubbed against yours. He said nothing for a moment, just munching at one of the meatballs from off of his spaghetti and you took another bite of your potatoes.

They were nearly gone and you mourned their loss.

“I like your earrings.” He said suddenly and you looked up at him, fingers going to touch the sapphire studs in your ears.

“Thank you. They’re from Jimin, for our 8 year anniversary.”

“He chose well,” he remarked, looking down at you, “they really suit you. He’s a lucky guy.”

“Thank you.” You murmured, shoving a large bite of stale roll in your mouth to occupy yourself. You still had 10 minutes left in your break and didn’t intend to stand on your feet unless you absolutely had to.

“Lizzy seems nice.” He remarked and you nodded.

“She is; she’s my best friend. You gonna try and date her too?”

Jungkook huffed a laugh, looking down at you. “All I said was she’s nice. I’m just trying to make conversation Y/N. I thought you said you don’t want to talk about the past?”

“I don’t.” You sniffed.

“Well, then what would you like to talk about?”

“Preferably nothing.”

“Come on, Y/N, we’re colleagues, let’s try to get along, hmm?” He chuckled as you shook some hair from your face, taking a sip from your water bottle.

“Fine, you’re right. How’s your residency going?” You turned to look at him and he smiled bright. It made your heart ache but you refused to shrink from it.

“Well, it’s only been a couple weeks, but I’m pretty happy with it so far. The people are really nice, the hospitals facilities are excellent. I didn’t think I’d be getting to work with such state of the art technology so that’s been really exciting. Plus, my parents were thinking about coming to visit this weekend so I’ll get the opportunity to bring them to the hospital and show them around before the welcome dinner.”

“How are your parents?” You smiled, “I haven’t seen them in years. I think the last time was just after I graduated with my bachelor’s degree.”

“They’re great. They’ve been traveling around the world a lot. Making me look like a chump with all their cool adventures. What about your family? How are they?”

“They’re all really good. My parents are mostly just chilling. My dad is still working so my mom joined a Zumba club to keep herself entertained. Ella is actually getting married in about 3 months as well, so that’s really exciting.”

“Yeah, she actually sent my family and me an invite. I’m really happy for her.”

“She sent you an invite?” You asked, eyebrows rising.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I know, it seems crazy right? We made amends years ago, though, so all is well.”

“Wait, really?” You asked, turning to face him and he nodded.

“Yeah, she didn’t tell you?” At the shake of your head, he continued, “I was a sophomore in college and one day I just decided to call her and check in, see how she was doing. I wanted to apologize to her for dragging her through so much crap, it was never my intention. I really valued her friendship at a time when I felt like I was going crazy and losing it was pretty painful. We talked it out and she forgave me. I’m really glad she found her soulmate, she deserves to be happy.”

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me.” You frowned, finishing off the last bite of your food.

“She probably thought she was sparing you, by not talking about…well, about me. Anyway, yeah, she sent me an invite and I’m excited to say hi to her and Michael. Have you met him yet?”

“Yeah, briefly last year, not long after they met.” You said, distracted. Your pager suddenly beeped and you glanced down at it. “Ah, I’ve gotta go, but it was nice talking Jeon.”

“Dr. Y/L/N,” he called as you stood up, grabbing your tray. You paused to look at him. “You’ll be at the dinner, right?”

“I work that night, so I’m sure I’ll sneak in at some point to grab some food.”

“Come say hi?” He asked carefully, “I bet my parents would love to say hi.”

You looked down at him, dark hair swept to the side of his face and looking so handsome you almost couldn’t look away. “Sure,” you quipped with a shrug, “I’ll make sure I say hi.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You nodded before spinning around and going to return your tray, making your way back out into the hallway.

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Ahhh. This chapter was so fun to write! The more I write this story, the more I love it. I am so, so excited for the next few chapters to come. Some interesting things are gonna be happening ^^ Also, I have a job interview tomorrow. Wish me luck! <3

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There was This Girl

Title: There was This Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4030

Square Filled: Pie

Summary: No matter how much time had passed and how much time had hindered their memory, it was pie that seemed always bring Dean and Y/N back together. Like the saying goes, “some things never change.”

Warnings: Fluff, Explicit Language, Under-aged Drinking, and Mentions of Relationships and Break-ups.

Written for: @spndeanbingo

Disclaimer: Gif Not Mine

Sonny’s Preschool, 1983

It was Dean’s third day of preschool, and although he’s made a bunch of friends, there were times in the day when he would find himself randomly missing his family. He missed his dad’s voice, the warmth of his mother’s embrace, and playing with his new baby brother, Sammy.

Today, it happened during lunch. He had a nibble of his sandwich, demolished his small pack of Oreos, took a sip of his juice, but that was it. With his stomach swirling with the feelings of missing his dad, mom, and baby brother, he didn’t have an appetite.

Dean’s eyes began to water when suddenly a small voice caught his attention. “Hi,” his classmate, Y/N, beamed, occupying the empty seat beside him. Dean always described her as… bouncy. She opened her Princess lunch box which revealed a container inside. “Are you missing your mommy and daddy again?” She asked. Dean met her large sparkling eyes and nodded in affirmation. She smiled in return. “It’s okay, Dean. They’re going to come back and pick you up after school like they always do. I really like your mom, she’s really nice,” Y/N smiled. “She makes really good cookies.”

“I like my mom too,” Dean mumbled.

“What did your mommy make you for lunch today?” Y/N asked.

“My dad made me my lunch. I got a ham and cheese sammich, Oreos, and juice.”

“Ooh! I love Oreos!” She chirped. “My mommy said because I was a good girl the whole week, I get to have two pieces of cherry pie. Do you wanna have one? It’s really yummy.” Y/N pulled out the container in her lunch box, settling it in front of her. She peeled off the lid and recklessly dropping it back into her tin lunch box, creating a loud crashing sound. The teacher looked up at her with a slight frown, catching his glimpse on her.

“Y/N, please place your things nicely and quietly in your lunch box. That was really loud and it scared some of our friends,” Mr. Gibbons told her.

“Sorry, Mr. Gibbons,” she apologized with a shy voice. When her teacher smiled, Y/N returned the gesture before resuming the task at hand. Without her knowing, Mr. Gibbons continued to watch Y/N’s interaction with Dean, taking mental anecdotes that he will be recording down later so that he could share the precious exchange with both children’s parents.

Y/N pulled out one of the many crumpled napkins from inside her lunch box, pushing Dean’s sandwich out of the way before placing the napkin on the table in front of him, smoothing it out with her tiny hands. She then, as gently as she could, scooped up one of the slices of pie onto Dean’s napkin. “There!” she chirped happily.

“Thank you. Pie is my favorite food!” Dean beamed, looking at his slice of pie with excitement, before focusing back on her.

“Me too!” She gushed, smiling over at him as she pulled out a crumpled napkin, smoothing it out in front of her, and taking the pie from inside her container and placing it on her napkin. She pulled out one fork, and handed it over to you Dean, then searched her lunch box for another one, but frowned when there wasn’t any.

“Y/N, would you like another fork?” Mr. Gibbons asked, his voice kind as usual.

“Yes please!” She replied, eyes sparking again.

Dean was too young at the time to understand his emotions, but there was something in the way that she looked that made him wish he could always be close to her. That they could be best friends forever.

They were best friends all through preschool.

Lawrence Elementary School, 1989

Dean got into an argument with his best friend Castiel (Cass for short) and was currently not on speaking terms, which is why he was sitting alone, eating his packed lunch. He was sitting on a different table, not his usual spot, so when the group that usually sat there approached, they greeted him kindly.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N called out, sitting beside him.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean flashed her a small smile, a hint of embarrassment displaying across his features.

“Where’s Cass?” She asked, her friends taking their seat on either sides of the two of them.

“We got into a fight and now we’re not really friends anymore,” he frowned.

“Hey, that’s okay. You can hang out with us if you want,” she smiled, patting his shoulders, making Dean smile. He scanned over her group of friends. He recognized them. There was Meg, Bela, and Donna.

“You betcha!” Donna gave him a thumbs up, before chomping on her powdered doughnut.

“Didn’t your mom say to eat that last?” Meg chided.

“Whatever—” Donna grumbled, setting her doughnut down on the table for later.

“Hey, for doing really good in school, my mom packed me two pieces of pecan pie! You want one?” Y/N asked, wanting nothing more than for Dean to feel better. She understood how he sad he must feel not being with his best friend.

Dean’s eyes widened, definitely wanting a piece. He was not going to pass up pie! He loved pie. She pulled out a napkin from her X-men Lunch box, placing it neatly in front of him before using a fork to scoop up the pie slowly and carefully, setting it on his napkin, leaving the fork with it.

“I’ve got a fork,” Dean grinned, handing her back the fork.

“Oh, okay,” she smiled, taking it from him. He watched her do the same for herself, the sight of her action almost feeling like déjà vu, but he shrugged and enjoyed his new company. For a bunch of girls, he thought they were pretty cool.

Lawrence High School, 1996

It was now Senior Year and as usual, Dean was sitting under the bleachers during his free period with a pack of beer sitting beside him, a couple of the bottles empty.

“Always the bad boy, aren’t you, Winchester?” His thoughts were caught off when he heard a familiar voice. He looked up and rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you a bit young to be drinking alcohol?” Y/N reprimanded.

“Not in Mexico,” he grinned, raising his half empty bottle in the air. This time she rolled her eyes at him.

“Where did you even get the booze?” Y/N asked.

“That’s none of your business. What are you even doing here anyways? Shouldn’t a goody two-shoe like yourself be in the library studying?”

She cleared her throat. “I am not a goody two-shoes.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re here under the bleachers?” Dean quirked an eyebrow, his eyes boring into her. As he did, he couldn’t help but really look at her. They had been classmates for years, but he’s never really taken the time to pay attention.

She was cute.

“It’s my free period,” she stated simply.

“I know. And you’re usually in the library. I see you in there with what’s his face all the time, noses buried in a book.”

“His name is Michael, if you forgot.”

“Whatever.”

“Besides, we broke up. That’s why I’m not in the library,” she sighed, taking a seat beside Dean, and snatching the bottle from his hands, tanking the rest of it’s contents in one go. Dean looked at her with a shocked expression. He was definitely not expecting that. “It’s been a while since I had a beer,” she confessed, leaning her head against one of the bleacher beams.

“You drink?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah, but I stopped when Michael and me started dating. He wasn’t into that stuff. Now that I think about it, he was extremely controlling. I don’t even know why I was with him,” she sighed.

“The money?” He teased.

“Tch. Who do you think I am? I don’t care about the money.”

“I was kidding,” Dean admitted.

“You know what I think it was? I think I was so drawn into him because he was the only guy who actually put in an effort to be with me. I turned him down twice before we got together, you know that? And now… he’s dumped me for Miss Teacher’s pet,” she spat, referring to her old friend.

“Weren’t you and Bela best friends in elementary school?” Dean asked, opening a new bottle of beer and handing it to her.

“Yeah, we were. But then middle school happened, and she got her boobs. After that, the rest was history. She became a brown nosing bitch,” she hissed. “Megs chilling with the gothic chicks, and Donna… well, she’s Donna,” Y/N’s frown quickly changed into a smile. “I wish she had free period right now. She’s know exactly how to cheer me up.”

“Hey, I got booze! I’m helping aren’t I?” Dean joked, lightly shoving her with his elbow.

His action made her laugh, and Dean couldn’t help but smile wide. “Yeah, thanks,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “Hey…” Y/N started, rummaging through her bag. “I bought two slices of pie this morning. One was supposed to be for Michael, but since the douche ditch my ass, you want it?” She offered, handing him an individually packed slice of apple pie. “It’s from Breadbury’s,” she added.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I love that place!” Dean happily accepted.

“Me too! And I love the name of the place. It always makes me laugh,” Y/N giggled, taking out her own apple pie, handing Dean a fork at the same time.

“Thanks. The Bradbury’s are a funny bunch. Their daughter is a little weird though,” Dean commented.

“Yeah, she is, but she’s adorable. I used to babysit her when she was younger. She played video games the whole time! Literally, easy money!” she laughed.

“Did you ever sneak Michael in?” Dean’s immature and hormonal mind took over.

“Nah. Every time I asked if he wanted to come over, he’d say it was a bad idea, and that he had to study.”

“Wow, all work and no play makes Mikey a dull guy. If it were me, I would have sneaked in all the time. Babysitting is always the best opportunity for some hot make out sessions,” he wiggled his brow, taking a large bit of pie.

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back. “Right? Being with Michael was a missed opportunity on so many hot and steamy make out sessions.”

“If I was your boyfriend, that’s all we’d do,” he winked.

“Is that so?” Y/N giggled.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned.

“You really are a bad boy, Dean Winchester. I like it.”

Ten Years Later, Sioux Fall, South Dakota

Today of all days, Singer’s Auto Shop was dead. They had a few cars in that they were trying to fix, but other than that, it was quiet. No oil changes, safety checks… dead.

“Hey Bobby, Benny and I are going on our lunch breaks!” Dean called out to his uncle, who was locked in his office upstairs doing paper work.

“You got thirty minutes!” Bobby shouted.

Dean and his buddy since college, Benny, headed out towards the front of the shop and towards Bobby’s house, which was conveniently next door. They planted themselves on the front porch where they usually sat, and as always, Benny’s girlfriend had prepared him something amazing.

“What’d Pam make ya this time?” Dean asked.

“Looks like chicken fried steak,” he whistled, obviously overjoyed with his home-cooked meal.

“Dang, maybe I should find myself an older woman that can cook too,” Dean laughed, pulling out the turkey and cheese sandwich he made himself the night before.

“Or maybe just get yourself a girlfriend, period,” the Southern man chuckled. “C’mon man. It’s time to move on from Lisa. College was a distant chapter in our lives and now it’s time to move on, cowboy.”

“Yeah. Besides, Lisa couldn’t cook for shit. If the next girl that waltz into my life can make a damn good pie, I’ll consider her,” Dean replied, both men laughing.

While the two men ate their lunch, a red buggy car came rolling in, sounding not very pleasant. “That doesn’t sound good,” Benny muttered with his mouth full.

“You keep eating, I’ll handle this one,” Dean popped the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth before getting up, wiping his hands on his oil-stained denim.

“Hi, is this Singer’s Auto Shop?” A girl walked out. She looked a little disheveled. Her hair was up in a high bun, strands of her hair falling out, and her rusty red colored tank top was half tucked into her short high waisted shorts.

“Yeah, what can we do for you?” Dean asked, jogging over to her.

“My car started making this weird sound and then she started smoking,” she told him.

Dean looked at the old car, noting that it seemed vaguely familiar, but then again, he was a mechanic. He’s seen and worked on all sorts of cars – domestic and foreign. “Well, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but it’s a hunk of junk. You’re better off buying a new car. It would be much cheaper in the long run.”

“I’m a little low in the bank right now, so could you just add some duct tape so I can be on my way?” She snapped, obviously offended by his remark.

“Sure thing, Sweetheart,” he flashed her a forced smile, before gesturing her over to the passenger seat.

She rolled her eyes and plopped herself into the car while Dean jumped into the driver’s seat. He grunted at that minimal space in the car, reaching downwards for the lever to adjust his seat.

“Struggling over there?” She smirked, her voice hinting her amusement.

“Damn, you’re short,” he responded, making her frown at the statement. Dean grinned in triumph, before driving the car to the garage.

She stood beside Dean as he lifted the hood, eyes going wide and jaw practically dropping to the floor. “What the hell is this?” He mumbled, taking in all the duct tape. “You really wasn’t kidding about the duct tape! Let me guess… you ran out and your only option was the shop? That’s why you’re here?”

“Bingo,” she snapped her fingers.

“You don’t just use duct tape to fix cars!” He snapped, glaring at her.

“Like I said, I’m a little low in the bank. Besides, I just started her back up. I haven’t drove this car since college.”

“What were you driving before you brought this girl back to life?” Dean was curious.

“My ex bought me a car. I left it behind when I left him,” he confessed, rolling her eyes.

“Listen lady, you’re better off buying a new car. This little bug is running its last breath, thanks to your lack of TLC.”

“TLC? Really? It’s a car,” she crossed her arms. “Look, I just need to make it as far away from Kansas as I can, you think you can help a girl out?”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry to tell you, but this is the furthest away you’re going to get.”

“How do you even know that this is as far as I’m going to get? You haven’t even looked at it yet. I’m sure you can’t make any diagnosis without even trying.”

“I don’t even know where to begin! There’s duct tape everywhere! Tell me, how may times had this poor guzzler die out on you while on your expedition to who knows where?” Dean inquired. The woman beside him bit her bottom lip with guilt. “How many?” Dean reiterated.

Y/N sighed. “About six or seven times,” she confessed.

“Six or seven! Sweetheart, you’ve only managed to cross one state and it’s already broken down on you that many times? What’s in Kansas anyway that’s got you running for the hills? Let me guess. Controlling parents, maybe you’re a runaway bride, or maybe you running from trouble?”

She gulped. “We’ve all got our own story, but that doesn’t mean I have to tell a complete stranger about it,” she snapped. “But if you must know, I had a bad break up and I just wanted to start fresh.”

“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll see what I can do,” Dean assured.

“Thanks. My name is Y/N, by the way.”

“Dean,” he smiled.

While Dean was tinkering away, she sat atop a table littered with items she assumed were tools and car parts. There were a few things on that table that she recognized, meaning, she’s seen them before but had no knowledge on what the hell they were called. Eventually, she got bored of the silence, needing some conversation to stimulate her mind.

“So…” she began, “you grew up around here? Bobby seems to know you really well. He your dad?”

“Nah, Bobby’s my uncle. My brother and I used to come here every summer while we were younger. My dad got me into cars, and he taught me everything I know, but it was bobby that taught me how to rebuild a car from all the scraps in the yard.”

“That’s great, then maybe you can fix mine?” She asked with hope.

“Oh, I’m trying. It took us all summer to build that car, and we didn’t even have the car fully assembled. We just had enough so that the car could run. This… this will be a miracle without me taking the entire thing apart.”

“Then let’s just hope a miracle does happen,” she threw him a thumbs up, and Dean shook his head. He knew this was going to be impossible to fix in a short amount of time. He’d need at least a week or two to fix up the mess she’d created.

Silence resumed its position, creating a bit of an awkwardness in the room. She was swinging her legs too and fro from her seat on a table, staring at Dean’s back. She couldn’t resist her eyes slowly following the muscle lines of his back, leading down to his perky ass, where she allowed herself to appreciate for a few seconds longer. Her eyes fell further downwards, admiring his jean clad bow legs. There was no way she could deny that Dean was attractive. And she also couldn’t ignore that there was something about him that was somewhat familiar.

Her mind drifted to her past. Once upon a time she knew a Dean back in Lawrence, but there was no way that this guy was him. The Dean she remembered was tall and skinny, however, the years had blurred his face from her memory. She couldn’t remember what he looked like. All she remembered was his name and the things he’s done.

“Hey, are you listening?” Dean asked. She saw his lips moving but she couldn’t seem to get out of her head. Her eyes landed on his face, realizing that his eyes were now her favorite shade of green. He had rough stubble framing his jaw and it made him look rugged, like he could own her in more ways than one. And then the freckles speckling on his cheeks made him look extremely boyish, which made him all the more handsome. There was no doubt that he was an attractive man. “Y/N, hey. Can you hear me? Where’s your head at?” He asked again, snapping his fingers this time, finally breaking her from the “sexy mechanic” induced trance she was imprisoned in.

“Sorry, what?” She batted her eyes.

“I was asking if you could pass me the rag,” he pointed beside her.

“Oh, sorry. I was… uh, I was just lost in my thoughts,” she gave him an embarrassed smile.

“It’s cool. Want to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Her cheeks went red. She couldn’t exactly tell him that she was checking him out. “Uh, just stuff,” she said, keeping her answer vague.

Dean watched her, his eyes trying to read passed her, and she could sense it. Her heart started to speed up, fearing that if he stared at her any longer, he’d see right through her. She felt the need to advert the attention elsewhere, otherwise she’d confess that she was checking out his ass and those strong bowlegs of his.

“Hey, could you do for a snack?” She piped. “I just remembered, I bought some peach and apple pie on the way. It’s actually sounding really good right about now,” she beamed.

“Uh…” Dean started, not sure what to make of her sudden change of subject and offer. “Yeah, sure. I could never say no to pie,” he smiled.

Y/N’s smile widened as she hopped off the table, bouncing over to the back of her car. She pulled out a woven picnic basket. “Are your coworker’s still around? We can all have some pie together.”

“Uh, yeah. I think Benny is working on a car outside, and Bobby is still up in the office. Let me get them.” She nodded. “Benny! Bobby! Get down here!” He yelled, his deep piercing voice making her jump. “Sorry,” he grinned meekly.

“What are you shoutin’ ‘about now?!” Bobby came storming down the steps from his office, while Benny walked in, dripping with sweat, the cloth in his hand doing nothing to stop the salty beads running down his skin.

“What’s up?” Benny asked.

“Snack break?” she added, Bobby and Benny looking down at her then to Dean.

Bobby’s attention fell back to Y/N and she noticed the way his features softened. “Yeah, okay. A snack wouldn’t hurt.”

Dean and Benny shared a passing glance, the edges of their lips curled upwards. Bobby has always had a soft spot for puppy dog eyes, the same eyes Y/N was currently impaling him with.

“Great! What we got here?” Benny rubbed his oil-stained hands together.

“Well, for starters, everyone needs to go wash their hands,” she ordered, pointing to each of them.

“You got forks don’t you? Why do we need to wash our hands?” Dean frowned, wanting nothing more than to get his taste buds swimming with pie.

“Hands. Wash’em.” She told them sternly, all three men groaning at her command.

Y/N smiled with triumph, following them to the sinks, washing her own hands. “Goody two-shoes,” she heard Dean mumble under his breath.

“I heard that,” she snarled, his shoulder’s going ridged.

When everyone gathered back around the basket, Y/N pulled out some napkins, setting them on the table. “Sorry guys, I don’t have any plates. I was planning on eating them straight out the tin,” she giggled shyly.

“That’s how Dean eats his pie,” Bobby revealed.

“No, I don’t,” Dean defended causing Benny to laugh.

As she was setting the napkins in front of each them, Dean had a flash of nostalgia. This has happened many times before.

“I’ve got peach and apple, choose your poison,” she chuckled at her own joke, which wasn’t all that funny or clever. Bobby and Benny were quick to choose their preference, but as she asked Dean, he stared at her a little longer than was comfortably acceptable. “Dean?”

“What?” He was lost in his thoughts, memories flashing before his eyes. All this time he thought something was familiar about her and now things were falling into place. “Sorry, uh… I’ll take apple.”

After pie and as the sun went down, Dean called it a day and invited Y/N to stay at his place. There was no way she could have rejected his offer considering she didn’t have the money to rent another motel if she wanted her car fixed. That and she had no place to go. With good faith, she said yes. And if anything were to happen to her, Bobby and Benny knew of their arrangements.

When they reached Dean’s apartment, Y/N complimented his place, saying that it was cozy, and definitely the home of a mechanic. She strolled his one-bedroom apartment, scanning the walls, looking at all the hung photos when one caught her eye. Dean stood behind her with anticipation. If she knew who was in that photo, then he was right about who she was.

“This… this is Sam… Sam Winchester… and that’s… you…” She spun around on her heel with wide eyes staring at him.

“Hi Y/N… it’s been a long time,” Dean smiled.

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Things I Learned in Thailand Pt 2 - “Have a Seat” (Chadwick x Reader)

Link to pt 1 > click here

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: slow burn, oral sex, nsfw language

Author’s note: sorry this took so long! comment if you want to be tagged. there will definitely be more of this.

For a city-raised urbanite whose idea of being in nature was sitting in the street section of a café, Thailand lifted you firmly from everything you knew and embraced you into its green, lush arms.

Outside your cabin, in the loose network of film crew buildings you now called home, the surrounding jungle was alive and noisy with life, day and night. At first, the strange cry of a nearby gibbon made you stop and look around in shock. After a few days, it just became part of the exotic tapestry of sound that enveloped you at all times.

It was monsoon season, which meant it could be very, very dry and hot one moment, and the next, you could be suddenly rocked by an unforgiving downpour of rain. There was no in-between and never any warning. So you weren’t surprised to be awoken at 4:00am, 15 minutes before your alarm, and told that until the storm passed, your presence on set was indefinitely postponed.

You smiled at the gift of more hours of sleep, and returned to your blankets, ready to drift off when your phone vibrated.

A single buzz you would have ignored. But there were 5 in quick succession, each one more rapid than the last.

Curious, you picked up your phone, squinting at the bright screen.

A strangled sound came out of you as you tossed the phone to the other side of your bedroom. It landed on a pile of clothes, toppling it down to the floor, with Chadwick’s still-open text illuminating a patch of carpet in blue.

You felt a sudden drop in your stomach at the images your mind started broadcasting. High definition scenes of you in Chadwick’s arms, clutching his strong body as his hips drove into yours and your tongues danced in a passionate kiss.

You pulled the covers over your head and screamed.

You were going to do it.

Many long, dull hours of tension and nerves lay ahead of you. After a while, there was no point in trying. You couldn’t sleep. You wandered and paced, caught up on social media, anything to distract from the fear, the excitement, the stomach-twisting anticipation.

At least you had lots of time to decide what to wear. In a bold choice for you, a makeup addict, you skipped your makeup routine. You had a sense that this afternoon was going to be one of the most important erotic encounters of your adult life. To truly enjoy it, you needed to be ready to lay it all out there, just as you were. No hiding or pretence.

When the time came, you were surprised that you still hadn’t backed down. But fate had set you on a course, and you were going to see it through. Now, all you had to do was put one foot in front of the other.

As you stepped outside, the loud noise of the jungle greeted you, only heightening your over-stimulation. Your hands shook as you hurried to lock the door, before popping open your umbrella and parting the curtains of water around you. You lowered your eyes and began to walk, focused only on the path connecting you to Chadwick.

The rain beating on your umbrella became a sort of balm for your tension, until you got to his door.

Your hand felt like lead when you reached up to knock.

You gave a few short taps, that were surely instantly deafened by the torrential rain, so you knocked again, more assuredly. This was it, this was the worst part. You bit your lip as your guts churned.

Seconds felt like minutes before finally, the doorknob turned and the door shifted backwards, as Chadwick and his apartment slid into view. He was dressed casually, with an easygoing smile to match. There was an unmistakeable glitter of pleasure in his eye that revealed his surprise that you actually came.

“Here, lemme get that,” he swooped towards you to scoop up your dripping umbrella, and while he put it into the umbrella stand, you took advantage of the few seconds to glance around. You started with the back-side of Chadwick, and the nicely fitting sweatpants hanging from his ass, and for the hundredth time since that morning, warmth surged in your lower extremities.

Looking around, you noticed how much tidier it was – he had cleaned in anticipation of your arrival. A stack of books you recalled avoiding yesterday was tucked back into the book shelf, where you noticed a small candle was lit. You realized this was the source of the faint scent of vanilla and coconut.

He had really gone the extra mile to make you feel comfortable. Either that, or he’d been as nervous as you were.

“Drink?” Chadwick called from the kitchen. You answered “No thanks!” as casually as you could, but it felt forced. Frankly, you were lost trying to navigate what the protocol was here, and Chadwick wasn’t making it any easier with his disarming friendliness.

You heard clinking sounds as he poured ice into a few glasses that he carried out of the kitchen a moment later, with an unmistakeable smile that caught you in its spotlight.

Twisting your lips in return, you took the glass from his hand. “I guess you missed where I said no thanks.”

Chadwick sideyed you. “Oh… I heard you,” he baited playfully, and you began to laugh as you lifted the glass to your lips with a shrug.

Fuck it. You tipped back the whole thing.

Chadwick’s eyebrows were raised as you lowered the glass, where his was still hovering at his lips.

He responded to the unspoken challenge by doing the same, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it all. There was something gripping about how his tongue slid over his lips to savour every drop of whiskey. It made you warm to imagine him tasting you with the same relish.

“Okay, that’s done,” he concluded, collecting and setting aside your glasses. You instinctively went stiff as a board.

Chadwick gestured palm-up to the couch. “Have a seat.”

His demeanor was suddenly business-like, as if you were being seated for an interview. You were struck with dread as you sat down at the end of the couch. Even deciding what end to sit on filled you with anxiety. Do I go in the middle? Is he going to sit across from me? Or – next to me? On the left or right?

Your formal-looking smile was pained as you stared at him, waiting for him to make the next move.

You had no idea what was going to happen next. As Chadwick folded himself into a sitting position on the rug, your body was vibrating, skin clammy with sweat. If he was trying to relax you, it wasn’t working.

When he took a breath and opened his mouth to speak, every muscle in your body clenched.

He suddenly breathed out, making a phewwww sound. “Damn, there’s some crazy tension in this room.” His eyes were soft as he looked to you for agreement, lifting his brows.

All of that building tension hit a crescendo and you exploded with, “God damn, will you just fuck me already?”

After his initial surprise, he burst into loud laughter that you joined in on.

“Alright then.” You lifted your eyes up to his, and a live wire of electricity passed between you. “There’s one thing we should talk about first.”

You nodded.

“You have to promise, promise,” he repeated with intense eye contact, “that you’ll talk to me. I need to know what you like and don’t like, if you want more, or different, or if you wanna stop. Promise?”

Overwhelmed, you breathed out slowly. “Yeah. I promise.”

Both your gazes snapped towards the window as they were suddenly and violently rattled by huge gusts of wind. Rain pummelled the windows, creating rivulets that left shifting kaleidoscopic patterns in the shadowy living room.

The shadows shifted with Chadwick as he stood, radiating an erotic energy in the way he moved with calm purpose as he walked to the edge of the couch and held out his hand.

Your stomach dropped with the feeling of standing next to a steep height.

You got to your feet after awkwardly bumping into the coffee table, and crossed the few steps to him. Your heart thundered in your ears as you touched his outstretched fingers, and gut-wrenching nerves stifled any thought as you followed Chadwick to his bedroom, where he led you with calm, relaxed control.

You stalled at the foot of the bed, hiding a look of panic as you watched him climb up. This is really happening.

Chadwick scooted until he was sitting with his back against the headboard, one leg bent and the other straight towards you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him straight-on, so your gaze wandered the room.

“Uh…” you started and trailed off, chewing the inside of your lip as it fell quiet.

Your eyes roamed the room for inspiration until you smoothed your hand over the rumpled grey sheets. “This,” you announced, “this…. is a really nice bed.”

The surreal mismatch between words and context made yours and Chadwick’s lips turn up in a matching smile.

“It really is.” He agreed, his eyes shining as they suppressed tears of laughter.

The corners of your mouth wavered as you maintained eye contact. “Great pillows.”

The giggles got the best of Chadwick first, but you immediately followed, and collapsed sideways on the bed as you and Chadwick howled with laughter, side by side.

When the giggles subsided, you felt much calmer and more confident, vowing you were just going to enjoy yourself.

After the next beat of silence, you asked, “So are we doing this or what?”

“Alright, alright,” Chadwick waved his hands, and you reached over to playfully nudge his arm.

“Ok, let’s start with this.” He looked at you with a pointed expression. “Tell me about the things you want to do that you’ve never done before.”

The gaze you shared simmered with the sudden shift of mood.

“Just start with one,” he prompted, then lowered the pitch of his voice so the sound rumbled in your deepest parts. “Be a good girl for me.”

Your insides dropped at those two little words and all their filthy connotations.

Chadwick began inching towards you and didn’t stop until he was on top of you, his palms planted at your sides. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath, the heat of his thighs and most distractingly, the weight of his crotch pressed into yours.

He lowered his lips to your ear, “I think I just found your weak spot, little girl.” You whimpered as he grinded his hips into you, and before you could get used to the feeling of Chadwick’s hardening cock, he backed off, his expression becoming stern. “But you get nothing until you talk. Come on, you promised.”

His pleading eyes made you sigh with frustration.

“Alright.. fine. I guess …. I don’t know what I want. Nobody’s ever asked.”

“Okay... that’s a start.” Chadwick nodded. “Go on.”

You searched his eyes, then searched the ceiling behind them, then the paintings on the walls while your brain whirred through a rolodex of fantasies until you finally settled on one you were willing to speak aloud.

“I want to ride your face,” you blurted.

Chadwick began to smile. “Yeah. And?”

“And…. I really want to fuck you.”

His smile was unwavering as he answered without skipping a beat, “Lots of ways we can do that.” He paused, letting the words permeate the sexually charged air. “Lots of ways.”

Fireworks flew as your eyes roamed the dark depths of his.

He continued, “And we will… but not today.”

The response made your eyes narrow in question, and he answered, “One thing at a time.”

You were caught by surprise when Chadwick deftly rolled with you until you were on top of him, with your knees astride his hips and the outline of his dick once again pressed into your throbbing heat.

There was a sly little grin on Chadwick’s face as his long fingers pulled at the button on your high-waisted jeans. Your brain was left scrambling to catch up with your eyes and it took you a few seconds of watching before you started to help.

His instruction was quiet, but firm. “Take these off, then sit right back where you are. And these too,” he rubbed the elastic of your panties, your sexiest pair you’d packed for your trip.

That Chadwick was fully clothed while you climbed back onto him, now naked from the waist down, struck you as erotic and slightly surreal.

You shivered at the tickle of his fingers on your bare thighs as he slowly dragged his fingertips from hip to knees, before hooking his fingers behind them to pull you firmly upwards.

“Fuck!” Your hands flew out to steady yourself, and soon two strong, masculine hands were supporting you, his warm palms firmly cupping your backside and bringing your pussy to hover inches from his face.

He grazed his stubbled chin back and forth across your upper thigh, and had to grip you twice as hard as you moaned and sagged against him.

A sharp lovebite on your sensitive skin made you look down in surprise. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he ordered, “Shirt off.”

You roughly hitched your t-shirt off, bringing your chest and belly into the spotlight of his gaze. Something between a growl and a moan rumbled in his chest as you were hastily yanked towards his mouth.

His first taste was more delicate than you expected. He held you completely still, flicking the flat of his tongue against you, then letting the air cool on your skin before doing it again, watching your face as his tongue searched and tasted slowly.

A rush of joyous pleasure filled you at the wet, warm, soft sensation. You moved your hips and his tongue moved with you, sucking, licking at a slow, relaxed pace.

The women in your life had never told you about this. Why had nobody told you about this?

He broke away from you, asking breathlessly, “Good?”

“Good, good, so good, oh my god, so good,” you squealed, looking between your legs and Chadwick gave you a proud smile, his chin glossy with your juices.

Your balance gave out at the moment he reconnected with your body, this time burrowing his stiffened tongue as deep in your pussy as he could.

Your mind went blank at the new sensation and you became ruled only by instinct. How to get closer, deeper, more. Fucking his mouth, you took all he gave, becoming addicted to the obscene thrill every time your clit bumped against his nose.

The impossible started to happen. That tightening feeling began and you made it known, sounding almost surprised when you moaned, “oh god, I think I’m gonna come….” With renewed excitement, Chadwick dragged you across his mouth, racing you there.

“Oh my godohmygodohmygod” you begged, and he didn’t let up for a second while you screamed and shuddered. His hands kept you upright as his tongue hungrily cleaned you, drinking down all of your cream, until you were exhausted and limp.

“Come here,” he guided your hips and you were grateful to lay your body down. You stretched over his, where you could finally relax your weary muscles.

You did something that felt completely natural. Instead of resting your head on his chest, you paused, hovering above him, before planting your lips directly onto his.

He was slow at first to respond as you ravenously cleaned off your own taste from his lips and chin. He chuckled a bit at your excitement, and you ended up kissing his teeth a few times as his lips stretched into a smile while yours did the same.

It was a struggle to pull away, but you eventually did, falling to his side in a daze.

Chadwick shifted his hand over the prominent bulge in his pants and squeezed.

The fact he’d barely been touched while you’d just had one of the best orgasms of your life seemed unacceptable.

You lifted your hand towards him, but it was stopped in mid-air.

“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth, and your hand flinched in his vice-like grip. “Don’t.”

“Why not?” Your pouty half-smile went unnoticed. Chadwick had screwed his eyes shut, breathing carefully.

He shook his head side to side and gently placed your hand back on the mattress, next to you.

“Next time.”

A thrill shot through you at the thought of a next time and all the promise those two words held.

You both agreed that it was best if you got dressed and went home. You fished around in the dark room for your clothes while Chadwick stood, shifting to conceal the raging erection he was no doubt going to service the moment you were gone.

He walked ahead, flicking on the lights to help find your jacket and still-damp umbrella. The silence between you was surprisingly comfortable.

“So… let’s meet again tomorrow?” You grinned, standing in the door frame.

With a cocky smile, he narrowed his eyes at you. “You’ll be back here again tonight and we both know it.”

He was so annoyingly confident. And he was also right.

"You wish.” You rolled your eyes jokingly as you opened your umbrella.

But you both knew you’d be back.

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Zoo Day [Good Omens: Crowley X Reader]

Word Count: 626

A/N: I wanted to talk about gorillas and gibbons, fight me.

Crowley had decided to take you to the zoo. He noticed the way you would always grow more excited whenever the two of you saw an animal, even when it was just a pigeon. Originally, he thought you would be excited to see them, but you were unusually quiet.

“Is everything alright, [Y/N]?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said while fidgeting with your shirt. “Why?”

“You’re quiet and twitching.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your feet and back out at the gorillas moving around some branches. “I…I get a bit carried away when I start talking about animals. People get annoyed. I don’t want to annoy you.”

Crowley frowned and looked at you. Sighing, he took a hand out of his pant pockets and draped it across your shoulders. He pulled you close to him and pressed a kiss into your hair.

“I brought you here so you could have fun and get excited. I want to hear about them. I won’t get annoyed, I promise.”

You looked up at him with a shy smile. A spark was ignited in your eyes. When you looked back at the gorillas, your smile widened.

“These are western lowland gorillas. There are eastern gorillas, too. Those are the two species, but there are four…maybe five subspecies? The eastern gorillas include mountain gorillas. But there aren’t any mountain gorillas in captivity, so you won’t see those at a zoo. But these guys are cool, too. Their scientific name is Gorilla Gorilla gorilla.” You paused and laughed lightly. “Scientists aren’t great at naming things.”

“No, I don’t think they are,” Crowley hummed in agreement. “Tell me more.”

You leaned into him with a smile. “We didn’t officially discover gorillas until the 1840s. ‘Course, that’s just when white people saw them. Since then we’ve learned a lot about them. After chimpanzees, they’re our closest living relatives. Then, it goes to orangutans and then gibbons. In that evolutionary line, gorillas were the first to be able to drink alcohol! Orangutans can’t.”

Crowley smirked. “My kind of monkey.”

“Ape,” you corrected. “They’re really smart. They paint, solve puzzles, there’s been a couple to learn sign language, too. And if you watch them for a while, you can really see their facial expressions. They feel things. They think. They’re so close to us.”

Crowley nodded and rubbed his thumb in circles on your shoulder. “Do…Do they build nests?”

“Yeah,” you said with a grin. “They make their own beds every night. But they typically sleep in nests on the ground. Chimpanzees and orangutans sleep in the trees.”

“Huh, Aziraphale was right.”

“You thought only birds did that, didn’t you?” you said with a cheeky grin.

“Shut up.”

You giggled and pulled his hand towards the gibbons. “There are great apes and lower apes. Gibbons are the only lower apes, ‘cause they’re less than us? I don’t really know. But there are different species of them. They also don’t really have thumbs. Their hands act as hooks so they can brachiate through the trees.”

“Brachiate?” Crowley asked with his nose scrunched up. “What’s that?”

You pointed at a gibbon swinging through the branches and poles as if they were monkey bars. “That’s brachiating.”

“Oh. That’s a big word for just that.” A snort came out your nose from Crowley’s words. “Are you going to the pigs next?”

“Shut up!” you laughed and pushed him.

“So you said there are different species of gibbons. What species are these?”

“White-cheeked,” you deadpanned while watching a male gibbon with black fur and white cheeks swing through.

“I feel stupid.”

“You’re not. You’re incredibly smart. You just haven’t learned this yet.”

“Well.” Crowley moved so his arms circled around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder. “You’re incredibly smart, too.”

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Best of DC: Week of December 18th, 2019

Best of this Week: Doomsday Clock #12 - Geoff Johns, Gary Frank, Brad Anderson and Rob Leigh

It’s finally over.

Doomsday Clock started in November of 2017. I remember the Wednesday when it came out. I chose two copies, the main cover for a friend and the Superman Variant cover by Gary Frank for myself. I even received a button that I still wear, faithfully on my signature hat. I was excited for this crossover - this confrontation between Alan Moore’s greatest creations (in my opinion) and the bright and colorful heroes of the DC Universe. At first, everything started off so well. The book came out monthly and it was amazing...for all of two or three issues.

Soon after, the book switched to a bi-monthly schedule so that Johns, Frank, Anderson and Leigh could tell the story right. I was willing to wait and every single issue was worth it...up until more delays. If the math were correct, the story should have finished in December of 2018, but here we are in December 2019...at the end of this long ass journey and I can honestly say that it was all worth it.

By God, was it worth it.

It’s hard to discuss what goes on in this book because I feel like it’s less about what happens in it and more about the meaning behind specific actions, reveals and reappearances. One of the things that we were sold on during this series was the inevitable confrontation between Superman and Doctor Manhattan and Geoff Johns manages to subvert our expectations n a good way in that the fight never quite happens, but is more of an ideological debate between cynicism and hope, something that’s been at the heart of this story and DC Rebirth since the beginning.

*MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD*

Finally confronting each other, Superman asks Doctor Manhattan who he is Manhattan explains that he is either the one who will destroy Superman or be destroyed by Superman. Before they can delve deeper into that conversation, Superman is beset on both sides by the forces of Russia with Markovia and those of Khandaq. Pozhar and Geo-Force order Superman to answer for Firestorm’s supposed crimes against Russia and Black Adam tells them that he will be held accountable in Khandaq. Tensions rise and the battle is on as Manhattan looks on at the powder keg that he has created.

Because of his curiosity and meddling with time, he has created this timeline where hope is fleeting and the Metaverse, as he calls it, is fighting back with Superman caught in the middle. Because of him, the Superman Theory has caused a palpable amount of distrust between the various nations and his causing Firestorm to explode only made those tensions worse. In an effort to understand his final visions of the future, he staged everything in an effort to get in front of Superman.

He has a monologue in his mind where he states that he is caught in a question of two answers, the answers he gave Superman earlier. Superman fights back against both sides as they fight each other. Meanwhile in Gotham City, Reggie Long, the new (former) Rorschach, is saved from an attack by a red hat wearing man by Alfred. Alfred tries to get him to don the mask of the man who killed his father again and Reggie violently pushes Alfred against a wall and decries his former hero and says that he sees no future, no hope, much like Doctor Manhattan.

Gary Frank makes excellent use of the nine-panel grid to show the emotion on Reggie’s face and how much all of this is affecting him. Interspersed between these panels are shots of Superman fighting before we get an AMAZING double page spread showing the block wide battle between the forces of Russia-Markovia and Khandaq. Vostok-X is thrown into a building, Black Adam fires lightning at Tara Markov, Giganta fights another giant hero, even the Batman and Superman of China make appearances as a past panel noted that heroes from around the world have gone to help Superman or oppose him in Washington.

In the middle of Reggie’s breakdown, Batman shows up and offers him encouragement, apologizing for not believing him earlier in the story. He tells Reggie that even if he hates what the mask stood for, he can give it his own meaning, become his own Rosrschach. This is when the theme of hope begins to build up more as in the middle of the big brawl, Superman does everything he can to save people. As a car is about to crush a family, Superman steps in to save them, he then pleads with Doctor Manhattan to do the same.

Up until this point, Doctor Manhattan had been operating on the idea that there were only two possible options to end his fight with Superman, he even reveals that he’s the one who erased Superman’s friends, mentors and killed his parents. Frank and Anderson then draw four amazing panels. Superman cocking his fist back, eyes full of rage, Doctor Manhattan closing in as to accept his fate, Superman lunging forward with the fist outstretched to the reader and concluding with one punch to an attacking Pozhar, saving Manhattan.

Manhattan is almost left dumbfounded and asks why he’s done this. Why did he save him? Superman replies that there’s a third choice to be made. Superman takes note of the pictures of Janey that Manhattan leaves around when he appears and questions that maybe the darkness that he sees is a result of him using his powers to save the universe like he wishes he could have saved himself and his world.

Doctor Manhattan raises his hands and says that he understands, releasing a surge of energy that makes everything fade away. One of the most powerful shots of this entire book are of Superman’s logo slowly dissipating and then thirteen panels of darkness before we see the Rebirth of everything and Clark’s place in the Metaverse. The fight goes on, but as Superman begins to fall, he receives help in the form of...Everyone. The New Legion of Superheroes and the Justice Society of America bring up the rear in quite possibly one of the most beautiful double page spreads in the book.

It’s easy to understand what Hope is to Geoff Johns. He’s a classic man. He sees hope in the DC Universe as the old heroes. The ones who aspired to do good and be good for reasons above themselves. The JSA inspired Superman to become a force for good and in turn, Superman inspired the future Legion. There’s a reason he wanted this series to reintroduce them in the wake of the darker, grittier New 52 and reinforce that darkness isn’t the only way to find the light. At the same time, Johns uses this book as an opportunity to explain the structure of the Metaverse, Superman’s place in it and inform future stories, crises and timelines for the DC Universe.

*SPOILERS MOSTLY OVER*

When Superman lifted that car in 1938 it was just the beginning, but when Barry Allen created the Speed Force, the universe had its first divide and Superman’s timeline shifted up. This split created Earth-2 where Golden Age Superman still resides. The first Crisis divided the Earth again, creating Earth-1985 and at the center of that is still Superman. After Flashpoint and subsequently Rebirth, Earth-52 was spawned.

Superman is the glue that holds everything together.

Superman is the quintessential hero that everything revolves around and he will always show humanity the way. He’ll appear on many Earths at many different points in many different timelines to inspire hope where none can be found. That’s why I love this story so much. Even though Superman and Manhattan didn’t appear in it very much in the first half, their presence was still felt throughout. There was always this air of hope versus despair and we see who won out. The Watchmen Universe served as the perfect deconstruction of superheroes, but what we’re witnessing with Doomsday Clock is the reconstruction.

It’s the returning of the ideal that’s been lost to so many following endless gritty reboots, terrible political conflict in the modern day and lack of truth, justice and the American - no, Human way. In an age where people don’t know how to write a Superman movie, Doomsday Clock should be the example. Against all odds, Superman managed to inspire a being that has shunted away their humanity for the black and whites of logic instead of focusing on all possible options based on hope.

Doomsday Clock may not exactly stand on the same pedestal as the story that inspired it, but it absolutely should stand high. Gary Frank is an amazing artist that gave this book the weight, scope and respect that it deserved throughout. Amazing faces, body language, scene framing, use of visual motifs such as the Carnival picture puts this story above and beyond in terms of art quality. The way he managed to cram so many heroes on only two pages with insane amounts of detail for each is a testament to his ability and similarity to Watchmen artist Dave Gibbons.

Brad Anderson’s colors gave each individual issue their own unique feel with this one making good use of Doctor Manhattan’s blue light in the form of being a new symbol of hope in the face of the dark inks and oranges of the destruction taking place. Even when the mass of characters appear, no one gets lost in the pages because their colors are so distinct and recognizable amongst each other.

This story also couldn’t have been told without Rob Leigh’s amazing lettering. The way that we can distinguish between Manhattan’s dialogue, feel the weight of every character’s words and the bubble placement shows a level of skill that allows us to enjoy the flow of dialogue without losing any of the art.

It’s been a long journey to finally get here, but it has been worth the wait. Even if the current state of the DC Universe has either gone past this story or if it’ll need to be retconned to have been before the current events of Year of the Villain, there’s still a place for it in the overall landscape. I loved all of this and this is the kind of story that makes me glad to be a comic book fan. There’s nuance to everything, a good few messages and amazing art. Better yet, it ensures Geoff Johns future legacy will be one of hope and inspiration thanks to the time that he loved so much and hopes to get back to.

I welcome the return of the Legion of Superheroes even as I’m not the biggest fan of Brian Michael Bendis. Even more so for the Justice Society of America whenever they get a new series announced. It’s great to see the classics again and I’m interested as to how they’ll do in this new modern age.

As for Doctor Manhattan and the rest of the Watchmen characters, without a doubt I think we’ll be seeing some of them again at different points. They didn’t overstay their welcome or absolutely destroy everything like I thought they might, but we know that they’re around and we know there’s still stories to be told despite Alan Moore’s own feelings on such things.

This isn't the perfect sequel to Watchmen, how could it be? But it is an amazing Watchmen adjacent book that builds off of the themes of that story and injects the DCUs vision of hope and justice into these characters. For that, I am glad to have read it.

Doomsday has been avoided and we have several hours before midnight, at least for now.

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Keeper of the Stars-3: Heart

Author’s Note: A multi-part sequel to Some of This Isn’t Bad

Summary: Y/n was a fan of the Supernatural book series who wrote fanfics and attended the conventions. After meeting the boys through Becky, she stopped being a fan and became a hunter. When she shows up at a hunter wake, she doesn’t expect the Winchesters to remember her, and doesn’t expect the argument that breaks out between her and Dean.

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2944

Story Warnings: 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!, fingering, oral (male and fem rec), protected sex

Chapter Warnings: the slightest amount of angst

By the time you pulled into the 'Stay Inn Motel', your CD changer had made its way around to your Zeppelin 'Best Of' disc, which Dean had flipped to hear. You parked next to the Impala and Sam greeted you as Dean popped your trunk. "Hey, Sammy. You remember y/n?"

"Yeah, of course. It's good to have another set of eyes on this."

"Oh, I'm just here to shoot stuff." You pulled your duffel from the trunk and headed for the office, where you secured room with a single full bed. You dropped your bag in your room and headed for the room Sam exited before. Dean answered, midway through buttoning his white shirt.

"Another body dropped last night. Sam hasn't hit the morgue yet. Wanna come with?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Gimme fifteen," you said, retreating for your room. Twenty minutes later, you were leaving your room, while pulling your hair up into a ponytail.

"Damn, those extra five minutes are magic, huh?"

You rolled your eyes at Dean and straightened your suit jacket. "It's Agent y/n Collins, by the way. So you don't fumble on what to call me." You pulled open the back door of the Impala and slid in. "What are you guys going with? Plant and Jagger? Bowie and Pert? Criss and Simmons?"

"Nobody wants to be Peter Criss," Dean answered.

"Young and Gibbons," Sam said, sliding into the car.

"Which is which? I don't want to get confused."

"You really do hunt solo most of the time. I'm Gibbons." Dean started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"It's a lot easier to just have to keep track of my own fake shit."

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"Well, it seems I miscalculated the time of death on Mr. Dylan. Sheriff Strucker found out the power went out in Dylan's house the night he died. It was back on by the time we got there, but there were several hours of him bakin' in his foyer before the Central Air came back on. He was attacked at night, I think." The M.E. nodded at them as the three of you walked in.

"That changes things," you whispered. They'd assumed skinwalker because the kill was a day kill. Now, it might've been a werewolf.

"Agents. Fancy seein' you in Burkhardt," a cheerful voice with a Minnesotan accent said. A blond woman entered the morgue, a large travel mug of coffee in her hand.

You smiled. "Sheriff Hanscum. If I'm not mistaken, Stillwater's about 50 miles Northwest."

"Y/n! Sweetie-pie, what are you doin' with Sam and Dean-o?"

"Giving new partners a shot," you answered, wrapping an arm around the woman.

"You know Donna, too?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, yah. We met at a party at Jodio's place about six months ago," Donna answered.

"It was less a party and more the three of us having beers and plinking cans in Jody's backyard."

"It was a lot of fun. Y/n provided drinks, Jody brought the guns and ammo and I made cheesecake."

"Oh, my God, that cheesecake was so good," you gushed.

"I'll let you in on a secret: it's from a box," she whispered, loudly.

"No."

"Yep. Didn't have time to make it from scratch, but I didn't wanna show up without something sweet to munch on, so I hit the supermarket and grabbed a box a' no-bake."

"It's like Martha Stewart and Rachel Ray with guns," Sam whispered.

"Long as I'm not Rachel. Can't stand her," you said, pulling away from the sheriff.

"I like Rachel Ray. She's spunky." Dean smirked. "Seriously, Donna, this isn't your jurisdiction."

"Oh, no, but yer second body, Dave Smythers, I knew him. We went to high school together."

"Well, we were about to check his body out. Why don't you and y/n go check out the scene?" Sam suggested.

"That's a great idea, Sam. Call when you get done here. Let's go, Don. You got your squad car out front?" You headed for the parking lot and Dean was not subtle about checking your ass out as you left.

"Oh, yah. Right out here." You slid into the partner's side of the car and she smiled over at you. "So, did'ya meet them on a hunt or did Jody introduce ya?"

"I, uh, actually met them before I met Jody."

"Oh, did'ya?"

"Yeah. It's a long story."

"Yeah?" She pulled out onto the main road. "So, which one was it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Which one of those boys burned ya?" You looked over at her in surprise. "Betcha it was Dean, huh? I saw how he was lookin' at'cha."

"Donna. Come on." You sighed, running your hand across your forehead.

"Oh, you come on. I may not be some big bad hunter, but I got eyes and a head on my shoulders... you've done the horizontal Mambo with one of those guys and I'm pretty sure it's the bowlegged one." You bit your lip and looked away from her. "It was, wasn't it?! So, what was that like?"

"Are you seriously asking me what sex with Dean is like?"

"Yah! I've been wonderin' since he walked into my station. Man looks like that, but still managed to put down three powdered sugar doughnuts... If I weren't so sure I wasn't his type, and if I weren't so hung up on Doug, I would've tried him myself. So?"

"I was certain that I wasn't his type, too, but Dean doesn't seem to have a type. Not for one night stands, anyway." You turned back to her a bit. "I wasn't his type back then, not really. I'd never fired a gun or anything. Never done anything risky or dangerous. I was... not the type of woman who went to bed with strangers, definitely not the type to dig up a body and light it on fire. When I met the Winchesters, I was the kind of woman who wrote about other people getting to do crazy, dangerous stuff, but wouldn't even ride a bike without a helmet on."

"Helmet laws exist for a reason, ya know?"

"Yeah, but helmet laws aren't something hunters concern themselves with, Donna. Like concealed carry laws and federal impersonation regs. My point is that I was a pretty timid woman until I met them."

"An' how'd they change that?"

"Uh, Dean told me the truth about everything, all the horror movie stuff that's real and... then he took me to bed. He, uh, gave me his phone number before he left and told me to call and I only waited a couple days before I called." You clicked your tongue against your teeth. "I got his voicemail. So, I waited a couple days and tried again. I tried for months, putting more and more time between calls, less emotion in each message. During that time, I started teaching myself self-defense stuff. I bought a gun, took some martial arts classes at the rec center and started reading up on any lore I could. I started noticing weird shit in the newspapers and reporting it to him so he could go check it out. I still got nothing. Eventually, I realized that I was absolutely not going to get a call back, so I got in my car and headed out to Oklahoma to check out a case on my own. When I got there, the boys were already there. So, I stopped calling."

You chuckled. "And I started doing it, myself. If Dean had answered the phone once, I probably wouldn't be a hunter."

"Wow. So, he was good enough that you kept callin'?"

You laughed. "Really, Donna? I bare my soul to you about my damn past and you want to know about the sex?"

"Of course, I do! Come on, give mama the deets!"

You rolled your eyes, playfully. "Best I ever had, but if you repeat that to him, I'll deny it."

You pulled into the driveway of the second victim's house and headed in. The living room was destroyed, claw marks embedded deep into the wood floors and paneling. "So, what are you an' the boys thinkin' on this?" Donna asked, running a pen through the gash on the TV console.

"They were thinking skinwalker, which is like a... an off-shoot of werewolf, but not... skinwalkers are always born skinwalkers. It's not contagious. But this?" You indicated the largest claw mark. "This is a wolf. This feral lack of control... skinwalkers don't get that."

"Really? You done a lot of werewolf hunts?" Donna asked.

"No, but I've read 'Heart' a dozen times." You stepped over a puddle of blood to check the bedroom.

"What's that?" Donna followed.

"It's..." You stopped in the doorway and looked at her. "It's just a novel I used to like. Werewolf romance... sadness."

"Oh, like 'Twilight'?"

You grimaced at the comparison. "No. The werewolf was a woman in this."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. See, her neighbor was obsessed with her and he was a wolf. When his moon came up, his animal brain ran with the obsession, tracked her and got his teeth in her so that they'd be the same. She didn't even know it was her when the men around her started getting mutilated. The hunters who came for the wolf... one of them fell for the chick before realizing what she was."

"How'd that end?"

You turned back toward the bedroom, which showed signs of a struggle, but no blood. "It ended in tears. How else?"

"Well, how sad was it?"

"Madison ended up with a silver bullet in her heart and the protagonist ended up with a metaphorical hole in his."

"He killed her? It wasn't her fault!"

"She asked him to. Didn't want to kill people every month." You turned back to her, shrugging at her upset expression. "Told you it was sad."

"So..." Donna picked up a picture from Dave's side table. "You bein' here, with Dean, what's that about?"

"It's... working towards forgiveness. He had his reasons for ghosting me, and it made me become... well, it changed my life, that's for sure."

"So, you think you're gonna..." She left the end of the sentence up in the air, but you knew what she meant.

"Probably. We're kinda perfect for each other," you admitted, picking up a brush from the en suite bathroom counter. "But I'm not gonna make it easy for him."

"Well, I'm jealous, but yer right ah course. You two look cute together."

"You don't know that. You've only seen us together at the morgue and we weren't much about the PDA there."

"Yah, but I saw how he looked at'cha. He's got it bad, ya know."

"Yeah, he ain't the only one," you responded. "But I can't just... I'm not gonna be weak just 'cause it's easiest."

"But... he's so..."

"He's amazing, I'm not arguing that, but he left me hanging. I can't- It's complicated, Donna," you finished as your phone went off in your pocket. You pulled it out and answered it. "Yeah, Dean?"

"Find anything at the house?"

"Claw marks. Pretty sure it's a werewolf."

"Yeah, we're thinkin' the same. Anything point in a direction to start looking for our wolf?"

"No. Just a lot of blood and gashes in the wood. Wanna head back to the motel? Donna and I could hit the hospital and see if anybody's come in with a bite wound in the last month or so."

"Nah, Sammy's got a rapport with the lady doc down at the ED, so he's droppin' me off at the motel so I can make more silver bullets. You and Donna done at the scene? You coming back?"

You sighed. "Yeah. Donna's gonna drop me off."

"Good. See you in a few."

You turned to Donna as you shoved your phone back into your pocket. "Silver bullet duty. Gonna stick around to help?"

Donna sighed, shaking her head at you. "Nah. I think you an' Dean need some alone time."

"Thanks, Don. That's exactly what I wanted you to say," you responded, sarcastically.

"Oh, you know me, sweetie. Always here to help."

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You sat at the table in Sam and Dean's motel room, melting silver jewelry down with a blowtorch. Dean kept looking over at you between gluing the tips in place. "What, Winchester? What's with the look?"

"What look?"

"The look! Like you think I'm gonna spill molten silver on myself, or something."

"That's not the look." He chuckled. "Sweetheart, the look I'm giving you is... I have known a lot of hunters and a handful of badass women, but not a single one of them could pull off the welding gloves and mask the way you are."

"Oh, so this is more of that predatory sexuality shit."

"If I'm the predator, does that mean you're my prey?"

"Maybe four years ago. But not today."

"You're gonna make this hard on me, aren't you?"

"Why should I make it easy? I was... this is not what I signed up for when I decided to become a hunter. God and destiny and..."

"Soulmates?" he asked, standing as you turned the blowtorch off.

"Don't even say that, man! 'Soulmates'? You know how ridiculous-" You flipped the mask up so you could glare at him.

"Chuck made you into my perfect woman! He picked you and wrote your story to put us in this exact position, and you're getting hung up on my terminology? You got a problem with destiny, I get that. It's bullshit to think this was written years ago and, hey, God has left the planet, so if you wanna go your own way... the door is right there." He pointed at the door and shook his head. "But I don't think you want that. I sure as hell don't. I've been searching for a woman like you since before I knew I was looking for anything."

"You barely know me!" You set the crucible carefully on a heat-resistant pad and pulled the gloves off. "I know all about you and all you know about me is that I used to write some good smut!"

"I know you're beautiful and smart and badass. I know you're caring and take risks and you picked up hunting in no time and have risen up to epic status in just a few years. I know you're amazing in bed and I've actually dreamed of the way you screamed for me." You looked away, embarrassed of the way your cheeks heated up at the reminder. "You deserve better than me, but that doesn't change how much I want you, how right it feels to want you."

"Don't say that," you whispered.

"What?"

"That I deserve better than you." You pulled the mask off and tossed it on the empty chair on the opposite side of the table. "I don't. How could I possibly deserve better than Dean Winchester, the man who saves the world?"

"You mean, Dean Winchester the man who popped the first lock on Lucifer's Cage? Who's started as many apocalypses as he's helped end? Who has had to watch everyone around him die, some people more than once?"

"Are you stupid? That just means you deserve me, not that I deserve better than you!"

"Then why are you making this so difficult, y/n?!"

"Because it's too easy for me to fall in love with you!" His eyebrows came together as you ran your hand through your hair, anxiously. "And if I fall for you, Dean, and you... you push me away like you are so good at doing, then I... I'll be... ruined."

He pulled your hands into his. "I'm not gonna push you away, sweetheart."

"You can't say that. You can't!" you urged. "You think you get people killed. You think you're gonna get me killed and, eventually, that's gonna make you push me away. Just like before, except this time it's not gonna be you not answering your phone, it's gonna be you sending me away. It's gonna be you putting me out into the world, knowing what it's like to love you and not being able to have it and that's not fair, Dean, it's not fair to-"

"Y/n, shut up!" His eyes were amused as he pulled you closer to him. "I will not push you away. I won't push you away because you won't let me. That's how Chuck wrote you." He slid his hands up your arms to rest on your shoulders. "Stubborn, smart, risk-taker who recognizes my worth. You won't let me get all dark and sad and push you away for your own good, 'cause God didn't write you that way. Right?"

You looked down. "I'm scared, Dean. I've worked hard, I've worked for years to be... and to let myself be vulnerable is-"

"Terrifying. I know." He smiled, softly. "But I know of a real good way to distract ourselves from the fear."

"No." You pulled away.

"Seriously?! I get you to open up and you still say 'no'?"

"I don't screw around when there's a hunt going. It's the 'Friday the Thirteenth' rule."

"Are you kidding?"

"No. It's bad juju. You know it is! Your first werewolf with Sam, he fucked Madison. Boom! Wolf. Oh, and your little Amazon story?"

"Okay, but... we both know that neither of us are the wolf."

"Bad juju, Dean."

He growled and pulled out his phone, putting it to his ear as he stepped away from you. "Tell me you've got something useful. Because I'm ready for this hunt to be over, dude, don't ask questions."

You laughed as you sat down at the table and started to move on with the silver bullets.

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The Best Day Excursions for People to Khao Lak

The enchanting region of Khao Lak sits on the western coastline of Thailand, wanting out to the Andaman Sea. It’s an location that, extra a short while ago, has been synonymous with pure catastrophe, following the 2004 tsunami that was the deadliest all-natural party on document. Thousands of individuals ended up killed, dozens of getaway resorts had been ruined, and the region’s tourism field took a lot more than a ten years to rebuild. The good news is, the purely natural attractiveness of Khao Lak was preserved and tens of countless numbers of readers are returning to discover its sights. If you are looking for the very best working day visits from your holiday getaway foundation in Khao Lak, in this article are our prime picks.

KHAO SOK Countrywide PARK Situated just 40 kilometres north-east of Khao Lak is the oldest evergreen rainforest on the earth. Khao Sok Nationwide Park is a majestic place to check out, the two on foot and by canoe. Some 5% of the world’s animal species reside inside of this park, which includes elephants, wild boar, tigers and white-handed gibbons. It is open up 365 times a calendar year, so each time you take a look at Khao Lak you will have a amazing working experience here.

PHANG NGA BAY If you love discovering the sights and seems of Khao Lak and western Thailand on drinking water, you’ll cherish a vacation to Phang Nga Bay. With tall limestone karsts that stand imposingly in just the sea, as well as several intriguing caves to meander by means of by sea kayak, it is a amazing journey. There is also the famed ‘James Bond Island’ close by, which is the scene for Scaramanga’s hideaway in The Gentleman With the Golden Gun. It is quite touristy but offers amazing photo alternatives.

SIMILAN ISLANDS If you delight in snorkelling, scuba diving and exploring sea lifetime, be absolutely sure to book a day excursion to the Similan Islands, situated 50 kilometres off the Khao Lak shoreline. With crystal apparent waters and white sandy seashores, it’s a good escape for a working day and even transient overnight visits.

WAT THAM If you desire to examine a lot more of Thailand’s common lifestyle, pay a visit to the Buddhist temple of Wat Tham. It is 1 of the most common landmarks in the Phang Nga province. The reclining Buddha statue is certainly the most memorable attraction listed here, situated deep within just this limestone temple cave. Outdoors the temple, macaques regularly socialise with the visitors, allowing you to feed them with nuts and bananas if you so wish.

It is actually remarkable the way in which the neighborhood of Khao Lak has managed to rebound and rebuild due to the fact the tsunami. Coastal parts and resorts have been reconstructed and repaired and new kinds are getting created all the time. By the conclusion of this calendar year, the area will be residence to extra than 9,000 lodge rooms. With warning sirens mounted throughout the Khao Lak coastline to offer two-hour warnings of upcoming tsunamis, this western coastline of Thailand is once all over again a protected area to examine, so do not wait to book your ticket to Khao Lak! Typical visitors of The Aussie Flashpacker will know that we have completely beloved our travels by Asia and are often setting up trips back!

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arecomicsevengood · 5 years

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PERSONAL COMICS CANON

I wrote this list a year or so ago, a list of favorite comics, in no order except that the things towards the beginning I had in mind when I decided I wanted to write the list and the things at the bottom followed my thinking “what haven’t I included yet” and trying to remember. I’d recommend everything on this list, though maybe not all to the same person, but if you don’t like at least a third of the comics on this list, we would probably have trouble talking about comics. My list is in no way atypical, but I guess not everyone has followed the arc I have: Started reading superhero comics as kid in the early 2000s, graduated to “mature readers” and alternative stuff before the decade was up, was very heavily into Picturebox stuff in college, with the manga I read being adjacent to that stuff. Some stuff I got into late via the nostalgia of people a few years older than me. Some omissions are based on where I was at the moment of composing the list, I wasn’t trying to document what was my shit as a high schooler in 1999. A few of these comics are probably out of print or hard to find.

1. Tekkon Kinkreet by Taiyo Matsuomoto 2. Jimbo by Gary Panter (Adventures In Paradise/Zongo series) 3. Snake And Bacon's Cartoon Cabaret by Michael Kupperman 4. Brian Chippendale's work 5. David Mazzucchelli's Big Man, Asterios Polyp, Batman Year One, Born Again 6. Frank Miller and Geof Darrow's Hard Boiled 7. Grant Morrison and Richard Case's Doom Patrol 8. Peter Milligan and Duncan Fegredo, Enigma 9. Brendan McCarthy's Solo 12 10. Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons' Watchmen 11. Barrel Of Monkeys by Ruppert and Mulot 12. Richard McGuire's Here, full-color book version 13. Batman: Snow illustrated by Seth Fisher, his Vertigo Pop Tokyo comic and Fanastic Four/ Iron Man comic also rules 14. Jaime Hernandez's Locas stories 15. Gilbert Hernandez Roy comic with all the small panels 16. Osamu Tezuka's Phoenix, Apollo's Song, Ode To Kirihito, 17. Bakune Young by the Bakune Young dude 18. Promethea by Alan Moore and JH WIlliams, 19. Top Ten/Smax by Alan Moore, Gene Ha, Zander Cannon 20. "How Things Work Out" by Alan Moore and Rick Veitch 21. Brandon Graham, King City/Multiple Warheads 22. CF, Powr Mastrs, Kramers Ergot 5 strip, those one-sheets, etc. 23. Mat Brinkman, Multi-Force 24. Daniel Clowes, Like A Velvet Glove Cast In Iron, The Death-Ray 25. Chris Ware 26. Anya Davidson's ongoing project 27. Matthew Thurber, assorted stuff 28. Jacob Ciocci long scroll comic printed as a massive book 29. Bill Watterson, Calvin And Hobbes 30. Charles Schulz, Peanuts 31. Gary Larson, The Far Side 32. Mark Newgarden 33. Michael Deforge 34. Dave Gibbons and Steve Rude's World's Finest 35. Renee French's Grit Bath/Marbles In My Underpants 36. Kevin Huizenga Or Else 4, Ganges 2-4, "The Curse" 37. Dash Shaw, Bodyworld, Bottomless Belly Button 38. Rob Schrab, Scud The Disposable Assassin 39. Matt Wagner, 1st Batman/Grendel, & the Grendel issues with all the small panels 40. Christophe Blain, Gus And His Gang 41. Batman Adventures comics by Kelley Puckett, Ty Templeton, Rick Burchett 42. Darko Macan and Igor Kordey, Soldier X 43. Tim Hensley, Wally Gropius 44. Shary Boyle Kramers Ergot contributions 45. Frank Miller and Bill Sienkiewicz, Elektra Assassin 46. Abner Dean, What Am I Doing Here 47. Paul Pope's 100% 48. Kyle Baker, You Are Here 49. Chris Onstad, Achewood 50. Barry Windsor-Smith, Weapon X

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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The Perfect Potter

A/N: Okay so this is like the newest request but since I wrote like the cutest scene betwen the reader and James in Combatants I’m really feeling this. (I placed her in Hufflepuff) and oh my god we had 4 powerouts today.

Request : Hi, I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is James’ little sister and she doesn’t feel like she’s good enough for the family and is just really down about it when one Remus or Sirius find out and comfort her and they tell James and he talks to her? If not it’s okay!

Pairing: Remus x reader x Sirius? (It’s not a pairing but just a mention)

Being James’ younger sister was a torture. Since the first day you came to Hogwarts you were in his shadow. Not only in school but at home too. He was always the golden boy. The true Gryffindor with great friends and Prefect badge. Most people didn’t even know your name, mostly you were known as James’ little sister and you hated it.

It’s not that you hated James. He was a great older brother. Yes he was annoying like other brothers but the two of you went along just fine. Sirius was your brother just as much as James’ . You loved to have him around. He was a fun person, but never you thought of him as more. You knew his reputation way too well.

Even if you were placed in Hufflepuff, you still hung out with all of his friends, but every year it got harder. It got harder hiding the jealousy. Since the day he became Prefect everything was about James.

‘We are so proud of our James. Such a smart and hardworking boy. He became Prefect this year and we hope next year he’ll be Head boy. Since the day we heard he was placed in Gryffindor we couldn’t be happier for our little boy.’ your parent’s words echoed in your head.

It was a torture. Honestly. You hated it.

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You were staring at the piece of paper for five minutes. You couldn’t believe it. Four words and one letter. “I failed.”

“Don’t worry about it. I bet McGonngal will give you an essay or something to fix it.” comforted you friend, who got and O.

“I got a P. Poor. That’s impossible.” you perplexed and looked over to your friend.

“Just talk to McGonngal. She loves James I bet you can get an easy pass on this.”

There it was again. James. Always James. You were so full of it.

You grabbed your books and your quill and stormed out of the class. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks and now you were already running. How could you fail Transfiguration? That wasn’t possible.

Suddenly when you were about to turn around the corner you bumped into someone. You looked up to see two Marauders with a big smile on their faces.

“Sorry. “ you mumbled and pushed past them. You couldn’t deal with them right now.

Remus and Sirius looked at eachother and decided to run after you. You heard their steps behind, so you quickened your pace and started wiping your tears away. Not them.

But they were too fast for you and cought on. Sirius grabbed your arm and turned you around. “ (y/n)?” he asked, seeing your red and buffy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You put on a fake smile and looked at the both of them. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” said Remus and glanced down at the crumbled piece of paper you were holding in your hand.

“I’m fine okay. Just leave me alone.” you snapped and turned around to walk away but was stopped again by Sirius.

“You are supposed to be in class, not wondering around Hogwarts. You don’t want James to know you’re not in Transiguration, now do you?”

Merlin, again with the James. You couldn’t take it anymore. “I don’t give a bloody damn what James knows! He already thinks he’s better than me! Everybody does! Oh look it’s (y/n), James’ little sister. Oh look James became a Prefect along with his two best friends, we are so proud! James, such a great Seeker! James with all the perfect grades! James this, James that! I AM JUST SO SICK OF HEARING IT! So what if I didn’t get in Gryffindor and became Prefect. There’s no way I’ll become now with this P in Transifuration!” you burst and threw the crumbled paper in Remus chest. “I guess I’ll never be good enough.” you finished and stormed out

“(y/n)! Wait! “ yelled Sirius but was pulled back by Remus. “What?” he asked and looked at Remus.

Remus showed him the exam. “She got a P.” he sighed.

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They walked in the dorm to see James trying to comb his hair. “Give it up Prongs, it’s useless.” said Peter, throwing small blue ball in the air.

“James?” asked Remus, holding on to a crumbled piece of paper.

“Mates, today is the day Evans will finally say yes!” he beamed and walked over to his bed to grab his Gryffindor tie.

“Prongs, I think you should talk to (y/n) first.” said Sirius, glancing at Remus who shared his expression.

“I was meaning to, but she just sent me a letter, that she’s busy.” said James and tried to fix his tie. “Where’s my Prefect badge?” he wondered and started looking around the room.

“James! You need to talk to your little sister.” snapped Sirius and stepped closer to James.

James shot up his head and looked at Sirius. He saw their expression and knew they were both serious. Something was wrong. “¸Why?” he asked suspiciously and noticed the crumbled piece of paper in Remus’ hand.

Remus didn’t break his gaze from James when handed him the paper. As soon as James looked down at the paper, Remus put his hand on his shoulder. “You need to talk to her. She’s going through a rough time. It’s time to be a big brother now.” he added before leaving the room.

James couldn’t believe it. You loved Transfiguration and you always got O’s or E’s at it. “She got a P?” he looked up to Sirius.

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You were sitting in the Astronomy tower and kept looking at the stars. You kept looking at the Big Dipper. Where’s the Little Dipper? you wondered, but of course it’s probably somewhere behind the Big one... standing in his shadow.

James walked in and saw you sitting and looking up at the stars. “Hey.” he spoke quietly and walked closer.

“Hey.” you simpered and turned your gaze back at the stars. “How did you know I was here?” you asked and looked back at him. He pulled out a piece of parchment and showed it to you. “Seriously. That map is creeping me out.”

“Talk to me, (y/n).” he spoke softly and sat down next to you.

“I’m just so exhausted.” you sighed.

“Of what?”

“Being in your shadow.”

He chuckled and looked at you with his hazel eyes. “Are you serious?” he continued to laugh.

“ Why are you laughing?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Because it’s not true.” he smiled and sat in a criss-cross position across you.

“Yes it is. Do you know people don’t even know my name. They keep calling me James’ little sister. And you are mom and dad’s favorite, with all your Prefect badge and your perfect grades. And then there is me-”

Before you could finish the sentance he immediately interrupted you. “And then there’s you. The smart, funny and charismatic Hufflepuff. People love you. Every time we have those parties and everybody keeps attacking me with questions you’re the one who pulls me out before I say something I’ll regret. Or remember the time Sirius and I blew up mom’s favorite vaze. You covered for us.” he said and nudged you a bit, making you smile. “And the only reason they refer you as my little sister is because of me. Do you know how many boys I threatned already?”

“Oh my god. That’s why they don’t do anything more than just flirt.” you suddenly realized.

“Who’s flirting with you? I swear if it’s Gibbons I’ll kill him.” he raged and looked at you seriously.

“Stop.” you giggled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I just feel I don’t belong in this family.”

“That’s weird. Sometimes I feel like a terrible older brother, who doesn’t deserve a sister like you.”

“I thought you were here to cheer me up not to talk down on yourself.” you chuckled.

“I’m serious. You are just so amazing, always helping me with anything. Even Lily likes you and continues to hate me. Proffesor Binns hates my guts since the day Sirius and I blew up his desk. He keeps saying how much better you are and how should I look up to you.”

“You blew up his desk?” you asked him and gave him a serious look.

“First year, for giving me a T.” he glared at the wall as he remembered his first exam he failed.

“You got a T?” you gasped and looked at him. “I didn’t know that.”

“I’m not perfect (y/n). Never was and never Will be. You aren’t perfect either. You keep trying to be but a piece of parchment doesn’t define you. You are a smart, hell you are the smartest here.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to keep up with you.” you smiled.

“I’m terrible at cheering you up aren’t I?” he huffed. “Being an older brother is hard.”

“No. I actually feel better. I got an O on that History of magic paper in First year. “

“Okay, I’m done cheering you up now. I said too much.” he said, standing up and grabbing your hand to pull you up.

“I might ask Gibbons out since I know he’s never going because of my brother.” you started to tease him.

“Shut up. I’ll just get rid of him.” he smiled.

You wrapped your arm around his and walked out of the Astronomy tower. “Remus is pretty cute too.”

“Seriously (y/n). It’s not funny.”

“I heard he’s falling for Hufflepuffs.” you continued to tease.

“No. Stop. You are not going to date my best friend.” he huffed and glanced at your smiling eyes.

“Yeah you’re right. I bet Sirius is far much better kisser.”

“Oh hell no.” he said and covered his ears. “I don’t want to hear another word from my younger, innocent sister.” He yelled and walked away from you. You ran after him, wrapped your arms around his torso and started giggling. “I hate you.” he added when he heard you giggle.

“I love you too big brother.”

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