Most shows have not lasted as long as they did, but other shows are not Supernatural. This show has been my favorite since I was four years old. We’ve watched the Winchester brothers die multiple times and come back and we’ve watched people they loved die. 15 amazing seasons of them
“Saving People, Hunting Things, The Family Business” -Dean Winchester
Dean helped Bobby track down Sam, as you tried to get caught up on what you had missed over the months you were down below. Finally, Dean and Bobby had found him and had made the decision to leave bright and early in the morning. “Y/N.” Bobby caught your attention and you turned to look at him. “Get some rest tonight, kid. Okay?”
“I will, Bobby. See you in the morning.” With a sad smirk he went to his room and left you and Dean in the living room.
“You okay?”
You nodded. “Are you?”
“I don’t know. Physically, I’m great. But all I can think about is what happened, how we got back, and what Sam did to get us here.”
“I know,” you knew what he was going through all too well. “Just try not to kill him before we get to say ‘Hi.’”
He nodded, looking down at his feet. “I don’t think we should tell Sammy that we remember.”
“Of course not,” you agreed. “He doesn’t need to know what went on down there, Dean. He doesn’t need to live with knowing what hell is like and he definitely doesn’t need the mental image of us in his head.”
“Y/N-”
“Stop,” you raised a hand. “You have nothing to apologize for, Dean. We’ve been through this how many times while we were down there? I asked to be with you. I asked you to do what you did, and I don’t regret it. I never will. So don’t apologize.”
He nodded to himself before standing up and heading towards the stairs. “Let’s get some shut eye before the drive tomorrow.”
******
The three of you walked the halls of the run down motel until you got to the end of the hall. Dean knocked and was shocked to be greeted by a pantless woman. “Well…where is it?”
“What?”
“The pizza?”
“Sorry, I think we have the wrong room.” Just as Dean finished speaking, Sam walked into the room and looked hard at you and Dean. After excusing the woman out of the room, you, Dean, and Bobby walked in.
Just like you predicted, Sam tried to get the jump on Dean before Bobby could step in. “It’s him, Sam. It’s really him. I checked.”
After hugging his brother for a long time, Sam let him go and pulled you in for a bear hug. “You guys are both back? How?”
“You tell us, bone head. What did you do,” you questioned him?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t give me that,” Dean growled.
“It’s true! I tried everything. I tried spells, summonings, I tried to sell my soul but nothing worked. No demon would take it.”
“If you didn’t get us out….then what did?” The guys all looked at you with no ideas between them.
Based on a prompt I saw on Pinterest. Based between season 3 and 4.
Intense pain.
That was the last thing you registered as your life was taken from you by the demons who jumped you. It was also the first thing you registered as you woke up. You were surrounded by uncomfortable fiery heat that made your skin burn slowly. You were in hell, you knew that much; but you didn’t know why.
You looked at the demon that walked into the room. You got ready to fight but realized you were chains against the stone wall. “What do you want you soulless bitch?”
“Such a mouth on you,” they sneered. “I like it.”
“Why am I here? I lived a good life. I protected the innocent, I don’t deserve to be here.”
“I thought you and Sammy were supposed to be the smart ones.” You weren’t following. “You’re not being punished. You’re the punishment.” Your heart sank. “Killing you and dragging you down here was very challenging. We had to pull a lot of strings and distract a lot of reapers and spirit guides. But when I bring Dean in here,” the demon took a long happy and relaxed breath. “Oh, I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.”
“Leave him out of this.” It’s only been four weeks since his death, but you couldn’t imagine what they’d put him through in that time. Now they’d stooped so low as to kill you to exact revenge on him.
“It’s too late for that sweet Y/N.” She looked over her shoulder and yelled, “Bring him in.”
Escorted by two other black eyed meat suits, Dean walked tensely into the room. The second his eyes landed on you his eyes snapped back to the demon. “You bitch, you’ve gone too far. I’ve had enough of your damn tricks.”
“Not a trick, Dean-O. Go ahead, look at her face and tell me if you see a demon in disguise.”
Frantically and nervously he looked back to you. When he realized your face was indeed your face he neared you and raised a shaking hand to your cheek. “Y/N?” His voice broke, “What are you doing here?”
“We ran out of ice cream,” you sadly smiled. He knew you always had to have ice cream wherever you were. “I went to the store and they jumped me. About 8 of them and….now I’m here.”
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“But she is, Dean. And you know what that means.”
“Shove it. I’m not doing anything. Not to Y/N.”
“What’s he talking about, Dean?”
The demon grinned. “Why don’t I give you a little time to talk things over. You can tell her everything you’ve been up to.” As soon as the door shut Dean tried to get your cuffs off with no results.
“You shouldn’t be here, Y/N. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
“Dean.” You stopped him. “Stop and look at me. Just let me look at you.” Reluctantly he listened. “I missed you so much.”
“You’re all I think about down here, Baby. How long has it been? You haven’t aged a day.”
Concern for him hit you harder. “Dean. It’s only been a month.”
“What? Just a month?”
“How long has it been down here?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer.
“Ten years. That’s how long it’s been down here. They have me doing awful things, Y/N. You need to hear it from me before they tell you.”
“Like what?”
“They have me torturing souls. I- I didn’t want to. But it was me or them, Y/N and the things they were doing to me were 10 times worse than what I did to them. It’s the only way,” he was speaking frantically.
“Dean,” you snapped him out of it. You were cut off by the door opening and the demon walking back in. “Are you ready Dean?”
“Ready for what?”
“To work on your little girlfriend.” The henchman wheeled in a cart of knife and instruments of pain.
“Go to hell.”
“I’m already there, Baby. Here are your options, Dean. You do your turkey carving on your little girlfriend here, or I’ll send you pack to the pit and I’ll send her to our best torturer. Well, 2nd best now.”
“I’m not touch-”
“He will do it,” you spoke for him.
“Y/N, no.”
“Listen to me. I’m not letting you go back there. And I’d rather spend eternity in hell with you in pain, then not seeing you at all. This is the best thing for both of us, Dean. Please. I can take it.”
******
You woke up in a small dark box, weak and struggling to breath. You attempted to break your way out of the box but were too tired to bust it open. Just as the will left your body the sunlight broke through and Dean’s face greeted you from the other side. “Y/N? Are you ok? I heard you trying to get out.”
“Dean? Wh-what is this?” He pulled you out of the hole and you saw the crosses that marked what you assumed were your graves. “Are we-”
“Alive. Yeah, I think so. We have to find Sammy. If he did something dumb, I’ll kill him.” You leaned on him for support as you walked your way to civilization.”
******
Bobby watched you from across the room. You sat looking out the window with a blanket wrapped around your body as tight as possible. Your blank stare had been aimed out of the window for hours. “What happened down there, Dean?”
“Bobby…,” he trailed. His voice shook and tears pricked his eyes as he looked at you and looked at his feet. “They made me do things to her. It was decades. They made me to things; things that I worried would happen to her when I was alive. They made me do those things to her down there. Y/N insisted I be the one to do it, so we could at least be in hell together. She kept saying she was alright, that she could take it, Bobby. But every time a drop of blood spilled from her a part of my soul died. I don’t know how she can look at me after everything I did. I don’t know how after every session she still managed to smile and tell me she loved me, but she did. And I’m so scared that now that we are back she’s going to look at me and realize I’m the monster that ruined her down there.”
Bobby’s heart broke looking at you and hearing what had happened to you both in those four months on Earth. “Son,” he struggled to find the word. “You two are back now, and that’s what matters. We’re going to find Sam, and we are going to get to the bottom of this.”
Hi sorry to bother you! But I was wondering if you could maybe do like a winchester x sister reader or just an x reader imagine based on them having type 1 diabetes as you never really see much of them around tumblr or other fanfic websites? You really don’t have to its just that I really like your imagines?
AN: I went purely off of what information I could find on the information so don’t hate me too much if it’s inaccurate.
You got back in the car and buckled up. “Finally ready to hit the road?”
“Stop being dramatic, Dean. Sorry I require a bathroom and can’t pee in a bottle like you two numb skulls.”
“Hey,” Sam exclaimed!
“Sorry Sam, but it had to be said.”
“It’s just you take so much time out of our drives with your bathroom breaks, woman!”
“One, unless you want to get me a funnel to pee in back here and risk your precious interior, there’s nothing you can do. And two, you know I can’t help it.”
Having type 1 diabetes, you were prone to having to use the bathroom. With how thirsty you had been today you were surprised you were doing as good as you were. Three hours later you three were in the motel sharpening your weapons for the night. “Y/N, you need to eat before we leave. Be sure to take your insulin too.”
“Can’t have you losing your vision or anything in the middle of this hunt,” Dean added.
“Thanks Moms.”
“Not your Mom, we’re your brothers and it’s our job to keep you alive and as healthy as possible in this freaking line of work,” your oldest brother grumbled.
“Which I thank you for, but I’ve been managing this for years. I think you guys forget sometimes that I know how to take care of myself.”
“We don’t forget. We just…help,” Sam shrugged.
******
You drug your feet into the motel room and slumped onto the bed. “You alright, kiddo? Didn’t get clipped or anything did you?”
“No, I’m just tired.”
“Did you take insulin before the hunt? Do you need more,” Sam feverishly asked?
“I’m fine, I checked everything before and after the hunt. I’m just tired. That happens when you only get 4 hours of sleep for two days.”
“You get first dibs on the shower then,” Dean told you. “Clean up and get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow.”
Dean never offered up first dibs on the shower. He was always hogging the hot water, so you jumped at the chance. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
You had just closed and locked the door when you heard Dean yell. “Hey, wait a minute. Did you just play the pity card?”
AN: Writing Prompt : “He stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood. “You’re late,” she said.””
Dean and Sam had their guns drawn as they stalked through the house. With the main floor clear, they descended the stairs. As the landed on the ground, they heard a thud coming from the left. They rounded the basement corner and raised their guns, ready to fire as they entered.
Dean entered and stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood. She narrowed her eyes and stood up. “You’re late.” She took the machetes in her hand and wiped them on her already bloody pants.
He and Sam scanned the bodies and counted the six that laid dead on the ground. “You took on all six yourself?” Sam said awestruck.
“No, I had my fairy godmother cover my back,” you exhaustedly replied.
“I told you to wait until we got here,” Dean sulked.
“Well I thought you were going to be here two hours ago. Sunset came and you never showed. I couldn’t let them move on and risk them killing more while we tracked them from scratch.”
“Y/N,” he said sternly.
“Don’t give me that, Dean. Obviously,” you gestured to the bodies around you, “I can hold my own. Come on, I need a shower. And I need to burn these clothes.”
******
After being in the shower for what must have been an hour, you emerged without crusted blood covering you. After all the scrubbing you were sure you were without skin as well. When you entered the shared motel room you saw Dean sitting with a scowl on the bed. You took in his anxious state and walked towards your bag. “Where’s Sam?”
“Went out for food.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” He tried to relax and sat back on the bed.
“Dean, I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying. What’s going on?”
“You went into that nest by yourself, Y/N.”
“Yeah, that’s my job.”
“You know what I mean,” he scowled.
“Dean, I know you worry, but you need to learn to relax. I’m a big girl. I was doing this long before you and I were together. I made a call, I did my job, I killed the bad guys. I’m fine, see?” You took his hand and placed it over your bare heart. “See? It’s beating. I’m all good.”
“I just don’t like you taking cases by yourself or going in alone. It makes me worried.”
“I appreciate it, babe, I do. But don’t let yourself get so worried that it makes you miserable.” You kissed his cheek. “That’s my job.”
Can I send in a request for Dean Winchester? The reader is dating him and is close to Sam. While driving to the next location, the reader and Dean get into an argument just as they started having car trouble, forcing them to pull over. She voluntarily went to see what the problem was and it was a flat tire. Because it was dark out, neither of them didn’t see the oncoming car ahead just as she was about inform them what the problem was. Out of the blue, Sam and Dean witness her getting hit by the car. She was critically injured and it left her in a coma. Dean was upset because of the last thing he had said to her wasn’t nice. When she wakes, she wakes to Dean saying her name and begging her to wake up. (You can take the rest of it from there! ) Thanks!!! :)
“You can have the front, Sam.” Although the words looked like a kind gesture on paper, the tone in your voice told him it was more of a command than anything. After the scuffle you and Dean had gotten in during this case, he knew you were eager to get as far away from his brother as you could for a while; even if that meant just being in the back seat.
“Thanks. Hey, you sure you’re alright?”
“Just peachy, Sammy,” after all this time together you were the only person other than Dean allowed to call him that. You slid in the backseat and waited for the two of them to get in the car. As your boyfriend slid behind the wheel, you looked out the window. And you kept looking at the entire drive.
The tension in the car was so thick that you could cut it with a knife and it was stemming from you and Dean. You had managed to shut out the music and their talking the whole drive, but your ears perked up when you heard Dean say, “since someone was lucky with their shot.”
That sent you over the edge.
“If you have a problem then say it to my face, Winchester.” Sam had never heard you talk to his brother like that. In fact, you’d only ever called him Winchester when you two were play fighting. This was a whole new territory and none of you knew how to handle it.
“Yeah, you know what? I do have a problem. I told you the plan and you ignored it outright. And where did that lead us to? Sam, gun to his head. And you, just missing him in your shot.”
“I told you I didn’t like that plan and you ignored me, outright. And when the plan started to go south and I made a move, and move that put us on the right track,” you yelled, “you didn’t like it because I didn’t stick with your failing plan.” You stressed ‘failing.’
“Whose plan was it that got Sammy in that position, Dean? Oh right, yours. And who was the one that saved his life? Oh right, me! I’m a damn good shot and you know it. I wouldn’t have taken that shot unless I was 100% sure I’d make it. And for you to sit there and act like I took that shot recklessly and put Sam at risk…,” you huffed in anger. Just as you both were about to yell out more in unison you all jolted as Baby collapsed down on the front driver wheel.
“Just great,” Dean swore.
“Allow me,” you said theatrically. “I better make myself useful since I’m such a damn inconvenience.” You got out and slammed the door.
“Watch the door,” Dean yelled.
“Sorry, Your Majesty,” you bowed. You got out and saw the tire as flat as can be. “Look at that, I can do one thing right. It is flat; pop the hood,” you demanded. As you took a step back from the road, none of you heard the car coming, whose lights were off in the middle of the night. Before you could react everything was black.
******
Dean sat on the side of your bed with red eyes and dark bags under them. Since you had been admitted and allowed visitors, he hadn’t left your side. “Dean,” Sam called to him. “Why don’t you go to the motel? Sleep in a bed for once, get some rest, I’ll stay here with Y/N.”
“No,” he said sternly. “I have to stay here. I have to be here when she wakes up.”
“Dean, she’s been out for 2 months. Leaving her side for a few hours isn’t going to kil-,” he trailed.
“Do what, Sammy? It’s not going to kill me? No, but the one time I leave she might,” he choked. “If I’m not here when she wakes up or…or whatever she might do, I’d never forgive myself. I’m the reason she’s like this.”
“Dean-”
“No! It’s true dammit. I’m the reason we got in that stupid fight. I’m the reason she couldn’t stand to be in that car. I’m the reason she went out to change the tire, and I’m the reason she got hit by that car and is laying in a coma. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t be like this.”
“Dean, it was an accident. You didn’t mean it for it all to happen. You didn’t know. That guy had his lights off in the middle of the night and was driving drunk. There’s nothing you could have done.”
“I could have listened to her. I could have listened and apologized and…”
“I’m going to go get us some coffee.”
******
2 more weeks had passed and Dean stayed by your side. Sam had run out for a non-hospital cafeteria food meal. He took the time alone with you and grabbed onto your hand with his. He squeezed your small hand tightly and couldn’t help the tears that trickled down his face. “Y/N, please, you’ve got to hear me in there. I need you to wake up, Baby. I need you to wake up. I can’t live with myself if you don’t come back to me, Y/N. I need you here with me.”
“You going soft on me, Winchester?” Your raspy voice jolted his head up.
“Y/N?”
“How am I alive Dean?” Fear crossed your face. “What did you do?”
“Nothing, actually,” he chuckled. “I tried two demons and they wouldn’t even make a deal with me.”
“So I’m just…alive?”
“And I’m so so happy.” You lifted your hand and caressed the tears on his cheeks. “So freakin’ happy.”
Just an FYI: I am behind on like the last two seasons on supernatural just from life being crazy and not being able to sit and really watch it so please make sure you don’t send any major spoilers for this last season. Unfortunately I stumbled across one on my dash, and I tried to ignore it, but then I got some requests that solidified it NBD, but due to them being “spoilers” for some and since I’m not caught up, I’ll be postponing writing those prompts until I get caught up to best write the storyline. I hope y’all can understand!! In the meantime, please send in requests! I am rewatching supernatural over my vacation and would love to write more!! Thanks
Season 1 Were dean goes to sam’s for help and on a bad hunt dean gets hurt and he only wants help from his secret girlfriend ( reader ) and he calls her and on the hotel she helps him and when she’s done dean kisses her and tells her that he miss her so much and sked her to stay for good and Sam is confused so dean tells him what they go to another hunt dean makes Sam seat in the back so reader can seat in the front with him and he sees them cuddle and kiss and his happy of them. Or it can be one we’re Sam donst trust the reader and dean gets mad. And can it be long? ❤️❤️
Sam clung onto Dean as he struggled to carry him back out of the woods. After the wendigo had gotten ahold of them, Sam and Dean were worse for wear. Dean was cut up badly and was hanging on to consciousness. As Sam got him in the car he threw him his phone. “Call Y/N.”
“Who? I think you’re losing it, Dean.”
“Call, Y/N. Speed dial number 1.” That was the last thing he said before he fell asleep in the back of Baby.
Sam dialed the number and hit the gas, heading back to the motel. “Hey Dean.”
“Uhh, Y/N? This is Sam, Dean’s brother.”
“Sam? Where’s Dean? What’s wrong?”
“He, uh, got hurt real bad. He’s passed out in the back of the car.”
“Are you still in Colorado?” He heard you running around wherever you were, getting things in order.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there in four hours….three if I try hard enough.” You hung up and jumped in the car. Sam drove back to the motel and got to work on Dean.
Three and a half hours later there was a knock at the door. Sam pulled it open a crack to see you standing eagerly on the other side. “Sam?”
He nodded and let you in. “I take it you’re Y/N.”
“I am. How is he?” You looked him over as you pulled stuff out of your bag.
“He’s alright. He’s been out the whole time. He’s running a fever now.”
“Fighting off infection,” you noted. “Can you get me a bowl of warm water?”
He did so and sat it on the nightstand beside you. “And….uh….how do you know my brother?”
You chuckled. “I’m his girlfriend.”
“You’re wha- I’m sorry, he didn’t tell me.”
“It’s ok.” You got to work and started cleaning the dirt from him. “He likes to keep to himself, especially in this line of work. He didn’t want to tell you after what happened after he picked you up,” you admitted.
“Really? He should have told me.”
“You were…are going through a hard time with what happened to Jessica, Sam. He was afraid that telling you would make it harder for you.”
“I just want him to be happy. I’m glad he’s not as much like Dad as he seems.”
You laughed. “You and I both.” You kept cleaning him up and when you had replaced the water five times, he seemed to finally be cleaned up. You got to work on re-cleaning his wounds, stitched the larger ones, and redressed the smaller ones. “He cares about you, you know,” you told him. “He might not admit it, since he’s more like John than he wanted to admit, but he does care for you.”
Sam nodded his head, unsure what to say. “How long had you two been together?” The two of you got to know each other and spoke the rest the rest of the night, until you fell asleep on the bed next to Dean.
“Hey,” you woke up to Dean’s deep sleepy voice in your ear.
You were up quickly and sat up to check on him. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You felt his head. “Your fever broke. That’s good.”
“I feel like I got thrown into a tree. You came?”
“Of course. I knew it was bad when I answered the phone and heard Sam on the other end. Don’t ever scare me like that again, Dean Winchester.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I mean it. How am I supposed to let you and your brother run off without me, when I never know if I’m going to get a call like this?”
“Why don’t you come with us then?”
“What?”
“Well, Sammy knows about you now, and he doesn’t seem mad. I can tell when he’s mad because he sleeps with a frown on his face.”
“He took it very well. He was very happy for you.”
“Then come with us. It’ll make me feel better knowing you’re safe on your hunts too.”
“Alright.”
“Alright?”
“Alright. But we’ve got to store my car somewhere.”
“I know a place,” he smiled and pulled you close to him as you both went to sleep.
When you woke back up Sam was backing his bag. “I’ve got us another case if you’re up for it.”
“I’m feeling like a million bucks thanks to my nurse.”
“You still need to rest, Dean. At least until we get to the next place.”
“Fine, you can drive then.”
“What?” Sam was shocked. “You’re letting her drive?”
“Well….yeah.” You picked up the keys and grinned.
“Jealous, Sam?” You winked.
You all loaded into the car and Sam watched you two from the back seat. He watched as Dean grabbed one of your hands as you drove. Then, as fatigue hit Dean again, you had him lay his head on your shoulder, and you reached up and rubbed his hair as he fell asleep. He had never seen his brother look so content.
Requested by @newts-fan-case: So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) & Anon: Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you!
Summary: ^^ That.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 2,055
Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).
A/N: God bless the sinners.
Enjoy!
“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.
“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.
“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.
“Why would anyone get arousedif they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.
“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”
Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.
She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.
“What are you doing here?” He inquired.
“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.
“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.
“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.
“No.” He said, “Actually I…”
“You…”
“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.
“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”
“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.
“Then what is it?” She asked once more.
“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.
“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.
Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”
Any one feel like writing a fluffy dean x reader where the reader has fibromyalgia cause I have had huge flair ups lately and can’t find any with this topic… or if you don’t write but know of dean x reader that deals with fibromyalgia could you please tag me?
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Intro: You and Dean have been dating for about a year now, but you’ve known each other for almost 3. You met him and his brother, Sam, when they helped rid you of a curse and saved your life. The two of you stayed in contact after that and occasionally went out on dates when Dean started showing his true feelings for you. After things got serious, and you involved yourself more and more into Dean’s world, you decided to travel on the road with him and his brother, while working from ‘home’ and helping them solve cases when need be.
”You sure this is the place?” Dean questioned Sam as the three of you entered a bar not too far from the bunker.
“Yeah. The bartender I spoke to earlier is right over there.” Sam was pointing out the girl behind the bar. “She said her friend should be working today and could tell us some more stuff involving this case. I think we’re looking for an Amy.”
“Amy?” Dean said nervously. “Amy?” He asked again, waiting for some reassurance.
