You ever think about something simple and wonder if a sunshine boy would snap if you did it in front of them?

For example, you’re going about your day in a large hoodie that’s so damn comfy and long you don’t have to wear pants. You’re just going about your morning, trying to make yourself some food or a beverage, and then in comes your sunshine boy trying very hard to not bend you over the counter because that cute ass is tempting him every time you reach up to grab whatever it is that you need.

And then the second that the hoodie rides up to reveal your panties, he just fuckingloses it and pins you to the counter, your back pressed against him with no room to escape while he breathes down your neck. “Babe if you keep teasing me, this sweet ass of yours is going to be purple by the time I’m done.”

“I’m just making myself something for breakfast?”

“You damn tease.”

Todoroki Clan Reader dating Deku

This was inspired by @i-cant-sing and her take on the platonic relationship between the Reader and the Todoroki clan. I just put my own take on it as I was wondering what would happen if Todoroki Reader was dating Deku. It’s probably not as good as I thought that it was going to be, but I hope that it’s enough.

It’s something that no one saw coming.

When Shoto found out that Midoriya had developed an interest in his baby sister, everything had changed. Although he was thankful that his classmate and friend helped open his eyes to his quirk, helped support him during their time at UA, he cannot accept that Midoriya is courting his sister.

It’s even worse when the rest of the family find out.

Enji is miffed off. The boy that hurt himself in his fight with Shoto is trying to date his little one under his nose? No way. Not happening. Will more than likely call a family meeting that nobody really wants to attend but they suck it up if it’s a matter concerning you.

Rei is wondering why you need a boyfriend in the first place. Was your family not enough that you felt the need to enjoy someone else’s company? She will then take it upon herself to treat you to Mother-Daughter dates with Fuyumi. Purposefully makes sure that almost all of your time is spent with herself or her family members.

Touya/Dabi likes to pretend that he doesn’t really give a damn in regards to you, but will definitely corner poor Izuku on his way home in an abandoned alleyway to intimidate him into breaking up with you. For a while he thinks it works until he sees them kissing under the stars on a bench by the beach. (Totally didn’t threaten him with bodily harm on the poor boy’s way home, don’t worry baby sis he is still alive. Mostly.)

Natsuo is upset. Why do you feel the need to hang out with a little boy when your big brother is here to give you all the affection and attention you need? Will purposefully crash the girls date despite Fuyumi’s protests and proudly partakes in a couple of the girlie activites. Acts as a buffer for when Rei and Fuyumi become a little too much, lets them turn the attention to him while he holds you in his lap, swatting their hands away.

Fuyumi will go over the top on the Mother-Daughter dates that she has with you. Fancy spas, shopping for things that you see in the windows, going out to nail salons to get your nails done professionally. Basically anything that she can think of to make you feel like the princess you are in hopes that you will forget all about the green haired boy.

Shoto is unrelenting and instigates fights whether they be verbal or physical with Midoriya that it’s starting to make their classmates uncomfortable and beginning to piss Bakugou off. Shoto doesn’t even hesitate to cut into Midoriya’s self-esteem, telling him that he is not good enough to date his sister, that his sister is probably only dating him because she’s a good person that doesn’t know how to say no, that he constantly hurts and damages himself how can he trust his baby sister with someone like him? Shoto cuts deep into Midoriya, but clearly it’s not enough because the broccoli haired bastard keeps coming back to you.

You are none the wiser to what your family is doing. You have no idea that your poor boyfriend is being threatened and bullied by most of the males in your family. You just think that it’s cute as to how hesitant he is around you. You don’t know that when Rei and Fuyumi take you, with Natsuo tagging along, for extended times so that you will have less time with your boyfriend. Nor do you know that more often than not they steal you away on the days the both of you are supposed to have dates.

Joke’s on them when you start inviting him over every single day because you want to spend more time with him.

Deku knows that as soon as he steps foot into your house that it’s a war zone, and that the only thing he can do is hold your hand tightly while you walk him through hell.

The Ties That Bind Us - Part 10

Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since you were 4 years old. The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do. But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow.

A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests. I’m not going to post the actual requests because…well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one.

Words: 2671

Warnings: Violent imagery, traumatic experience, death of family members, blood and gore, language

PART ONEPART TWOPART THREEPART FOURPART FIVEPART SIXPART SEVENPART EIGHTPART NINE

I watched as he ran around to the driver’s side of the Impala and quickly pulled the door open. He slid into the driver’s seat so naturally, but he tensed up as he glanced over at me. Raising his right hand slowly to my face, he ran the backs of his fingers across my chin and cradled my cheek in his palm before adopting a serious expression and asking me if I was okay. I nodded sleepily as I blinked, letting my eyelids linger for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

The car roared to life as he threw the transmission into gear and we began moving. Turning my head away from him, I watched out the front windshield as I smiled to myself.

“You can rest if you want. We’ll be there soon, but you need your rest.”

I chuckled as I let you a breath of air through my nose. “I wouldn’t call an 8-hour car ride ‘soon’,” I said, laying my head back against the window, wedged between the glass and my seat. “But you’re right, I am tired.”

“8-hours?” he questioned. “We’ve got maybe a fifteen-minute ride to the hotel.”

My head perked up quickly; too quickly according to the ache in my head and nausea filling my abdomen. “Fifteen-minutes? You got some teleportation device that you haven’t shared with me up until now? We’re easily 8-hours away from home.”

He gave me a less-than-pleased side-eye as he grimaced. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

I kept my eyes fixed on him but remained silent.

“Forget it, Y/N. It’s not happening! You’re barely patched together. No way.” His voice was stern and resolute. But as I crossed my eyes and continued glaring at him, I could feel his resolve wane.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cut me a break. I already took you out of the hospital way before anyone with any sense would have. You’ve gotta give me something.”

I raised my eyebrows at him suggestively. “Oh, Dean,” I crooned, putting on my best seductive voice. “I fully intend to give you something.”

He snapped his head towards me, his eyes wide with surprise and excitement as I slowly pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.

He shook his head as if trying to recenter his focus. “Woman,” he almost shouted. “Hotel.” I rolled my eyes as I smiled at him. “You’re no fun.”

I woke up with a start as Dean opened my door and gingerly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck.

“Hey,” he whispered. “We’re all checked in. We just need to get you inside.”

I blinked slowly, clearing my vision. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than few minutes, but I felt the wave of confused exhaustion bowl over me. I began pulling myself out of the car, swinging one leg out and placing my foot on the ground. Dean’s strong, calloused hand snaked itself under the knee that remained in the car, carefully placing it outside and allowing my foot to meet its pair on the ground. He squatted down carefully next to me, winding one arm around my torso, and holding onto my hand around his neck with the other. “Here,” he ordered. “Lean on me.” I did as he asked as I stood on shaking legs that felt as if they wouldn’t hold me for long.

One foot in front of the other, I told myself, bringing each leg up in succession as I forced myself to walk.

“I could carry you, ya know.” His offer elicited an eyeroll from me. One that he didn’t miss as I felt his shoulders tense. “That’s it,” he groaned as he wrapped one arm under my knees and rested my back against his other. “You don’t always have to be so damn stubborn.”

“And you don’t have to be so dramatic.” My words were flippant, but they hit their mark as I felt him hesitate as he stepped forward.

“I’m serious, Y/N. Just let me help you.”

I tucked my head into the crook of his shoulder as I held my arms around his neck, attempting to ignore the worries in my head. He’s going to break his back carrying you, cow. You’re definitely hurting him. Nobody’s strong enough to hold you without folding in two.

“Stop it,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his lips to the crown of my head. I buried my head deeper into him as my answer.

He walked us into a lobby much fancier than I was used to. There were chaise loungers all over, with cushioned, upholstered chairs sporadically scattered in between end tables with built in lighting. A chandelier dangled from the ceiling, tossing tiny rainbows of light across the ceiling. I felt him nod to someone at the front desk as he boarded the elevator.

“Can you,” he began to ask me.

“What floor?”

“Sixteen.”

I stretched my toe out through my flip-flop and pushed the button labeled 16 until it lit up. “You and your damn monkey feet.”

“You’re just jealous,” I drawled out sleepily.

The elevator came to a smooth stop and he stepped out quickly, making a right turn into a hallway, stopping at the first door to our left. He pressed his hip gently against the keypad and it beeped, ever so faintly before he pushed the door open.

“Um,” I began awkwardly. “Maybe we don’t do the whole carrying-me-bridal-style-into-a-hotel-room thing?” My voice quivered with anxiety as he smiled and carefully set my feet down on the ground. Allowing my own legs to bare the brunt of my own weight, I brought myself back to standing and took cautious steps into the room.

The flooring was striped carpet with reds and silvers, giving off a much more eloquent vibe than the 1990’s motif I had become accustomed to. The room was ridiculously long, with a dedicated office area off to the left, complete with a computer monitor and notepad. A large king size bed with a plus white down comforter sat across from it and immediately to my right was a beautiful in suite jacuzzi. I ran my hand along the tan tile that lined the tub, letting my fingers drape down into the white ceramic. “Dean,” I whispered.

He walked up behind me, draping one hand lovingly on my hip as he nudged me towards the bed.

“Rest,” he said as I slowly sat down on the edge of the mattress. He lifted each leg so that I was sprawled out across it and pulled the comforter over my legs, tucking me in.

“But,” I began, whining. “There’s a jacuzzi.”

“Not with an open wound,” he said, motioning towards my side. I rolled my eyes in response and turned myself over so that I was laying on my side, my back facing him.

The bed in front of me depressed lightly as I felt him crawling under the covers to join me. His warm hand ran itself down the side of my face, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingers ran through my hair, gently raking their way through the strands.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “That feels nice.”

He pressed his lips to my forehead before leaning his head against mine. “I’m going to run to the pharmacy. Pick up your meds. I’ll be right back,” his words were full of intensity. “Do you need anything?” I shook my head in response, allowing my eyes to close.

The warmth of his body suddenly pulled away. Reflexively, I reached my arm out, wrapping my hand around his upper arm. “Don’t go,” I pleaded.

“Gotta. But I’ll be right back.” He leaned forward, locking his lips to mine ever so gently. I returned the all too chaste kiss, hungering for more even as he pulled away.

“You’d better,” I murmured as I drifted off quickly to sleep.

I woke with a start, feeling a sharp stab of pain in my side, as I glanced around the room. The sun was down and the only light in the room emanated from the small bedside lamp. Sam leaned over me. “Sorry!” He held his hands up as if in surrender. “I was just changing your bandages. They looked like they needed it.”

I quickly caught my breath, allowing the panic in me to fade. “How long was I out?”

“Well,” he began, putting on his chastising voice. “Assuming you got here the same day that you checked out of the damn hospital, which was way before you should have, then two days. Maybe three.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Where’s Dean?”

Sam shrugged. “I was hoping you’d know.”

I shook my head. “He went out to get my meds.” I rubbed my hands across my face, feeling the slickness in my hair and the wear on my face. A shaking sound pulled my attention back towards Sam.

“These meds?” I nodded.

“They were here when I got here yesterday.”

I pulled the comforter off me, kicking my legs out of bed. “Where’s my phone?”

I found it laying on the nightstand next to me, plugged in and with a full charge. No missed calls, I thought to myself. I immediately began scrolling through my texts, seeing three unread waiting for me.

One from the hospital, asking me to rate their service. Another from a random number, asking me to click on this link and rate the sender’s steamy photos. And the last was from Dean.

I read through it twice before being able to read it out loud.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t. I’m sorry.” The words seized up in my throat which suddenly felt as though I’d been breathing in sand for days.

“What?” Sam’s eyes furrowed together, as he shook his head in confusion.

“I need to shower.” My words were stoic as I pulled myself to my feet, finding moving to be less stressful. My duffle bag sat on the luggage rack right outside the bathroom door. I grabbed it quickly as I walked inside, slamming the door behind me.

I can’t believe this I thought to myself. I knew it. Knew it was too good to be true. Why would someone like him want someone like me? I stared at myself in the mirror, holding onto the counter beneath it as if it were the only thing keeping me steady. I took a deep breath, calming myself, as I began disrobing. I pulled my shirt off slowly, worrying over the wound on my side. The bandage that had been on was now gone and the angry, bright pink skin showed the intensity of my healing so far.

I held my side as my sweatpants fell to the floor. I stepped out carefully and lifted my foot over the edge of the tub, standing up in the shower. The hot water flowed down my back, pleasantly prickling my skin as I began scrubbing myself clean.

I stepped out of the bathroom as I finished pulling a freshly cleaned shirt over my head and smoothing it down my torso. It felt looser than it used to.

“I can get that bandaged back up for you,” Sam offered, holding out a hand full of gauze as he glanced down to my waist. I shook my head, rejecting his offer.

“It’s fine,” I explained. “Looks like it closed up.”

“Let me at least take the staples out.” Sam walked over to me, lifting the bottom of my shirt up just enough so that he could examine me. His eyebrows pursed together again, as he pulled back away from me, still holding the fabric of my shirt up. “They’re gone.” His voice carried all of his surprise and my face surely revealed my own.

“I didn’t even notice,” I said. “I mean I looked at it in the shower but…” I hesitated. “He must’ve taken them out before he bolted.” I pulled the hem of my top from his hands, pulling it down and setting myself back to normal.

I picked up the television remote, quickly flipping the channel over to the Room Maintenance setting and selected the option to check out.

“Does that mean you’re leaving?” Sam asked me, concerned.

“Time to get out of here. There’s plenty of monsters still out there,” I held my breath for a moment, suppressing the sensation of my heart breaking as I held tears at bay. “They won’t gank themselves, Sammy.” I gave him a sad smile as I slung my duffle over my shoulder.

My eyes lingered on the hot tub as I walked towards the door. I reached out and ran my fingers across the tile of it once more before dropping my eyes, taking a deep breath, and walking out the door.

To be continued….

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Summary: Takes place S13e10. Dean and Sam are trapped in Apocalypse World, as the Wayward Daughters do everything they can to rescue them.  Will their plan be enough?  Will the reader be able to move beyond her past with Dean in order to save him?  

Words: 4793

Warnings: Trauma, breakup, Bad Place, martyrdom

It had been a hell of a night.  I had been scouring the town for any explanation of the haunting at the bus depot but had come up with more suspects than answers.  Homeless people that had passed away at the bus station, accident victims of cars gone astray or out of control in the parking lot.  There had been a mountain of possibilities.  But the silvery, shrouded woman that had continually thrown me against, and eventually through, the wall of the bar across the street eventually narrowed my suspicions down to one.  

The woman had just turned twenty-one and had gone out to celebrate.  Only to end up being horrifically assaulted and left to die in the freezing cold behind the defunct busses that had been permanently parked.  The ghost’s strength was evident in the bruises that battered my face.  I looked into the rearview mirror, sighing and wincing as I attempted to clean myself up.  The cuts were fairly superficial, and I didn’t think I needed any stitches.  But the thin cut that tore across my bottom lip was still bleeding, coating my chin in the sticky liquid.  

My cell phone had been laying in the passenger seat and now, it made a low hum as it vibrated against the leather.  I hesitated before reaching for it, knowing that the last few dozen missed calls I had had were from him. The ex.  The almost was. The not anymore. The One that Got Away.  Whatever you preferred to call him.  And I didn’t relish the thought of seeing his name flash up on the screen yet again.  

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes tightly, ignoring the pain that shot through my right eyelid from the black eye that was beginning to flourish.  Turning the cell phone over in my hands, I opened my eyes as the screen lit up.  “Jody,” I whispered as I read the name of the missed call aloud.  

Quickly, I pressed Jody’s name, listening to the dead air as the call connected.  

“Y/N?” Jody’s frantic voice picked up almost immediately.  

“Hey, sorry I was finishing up a job.  What’s up?”  

“Oh, thank God you’re alright.”  The relief that flooded Jody’s voice stunned me.  

“Yeah, Jodes, why wouldn’t I be?”  

There was a beat of silence as my question went unanswered. “Y/N, I need you to come home. Now.”  

“Jody, what’s going on?”  Jody had never been so adamant before, or so worried.  It had been three months since I had moved in with Jody, using the Sheriff’s Sioux Falls home as my home base.  Jobs had taken me away fairly regularly and I hadn’t spent more than two consecutive nights in the bedroom that had been designated as mine.  But that didn’t change the fact that it was home.  

“You just need to get here now, okay?  I mean it.  Get on the road now.  I don’t care if you’re in the middle-”  

“I just finished the job, Jodes.” I cut her off.  “I’m only about an hour away.  I’ll be home soon, okay?”  

“Just….” Jody hesitated. “Hurry.”  

The phone call disconnected and I sat starring at the cell phone in confusion before turning the ignition and pointing the car towards home.  

I made the hour-long drive is just under 40 minutes, having put the gas pedal to the floor.  Flinging the driver’s side door open, I practically sprinted up the steps, slamming the unlocked front door open in my wake.  

“Jody,” I called out in a panic.  

She quickly stepped out of the kitchen and walked directly towards me; arms outstretched and tears in her eyes.  

“I’m so glad you made it home,” Jody whispered, pulling me into her tight embrace.  

“Hey,” I began.  “I’m okay.  I’m here.  I’m right here, Jody.”  I wrapped my arms tightly around her, holding her as she trembled.  “Jody? What’s going on?”  

Slowly, she backed out of my embrace, swallowing hard as her eyes fixated on the floor between my feet.  “Y/N,” she began, her words coming out as if she were choking on them.  

I waited in silence, knowing she’d tell me once the words were there.  But before she could, a face peered out at me from the kitchen.  It was a face I didn’t recognize.  A girl with dark olive skin and black wavy hair that barely touched her shoulders.  She was holding a bowl and quickly throwing popcorn kernels into her mouth as she stepped closer to us.  

“Hello,” I said, attempting to sound as normal as I could muster.  “I’m-”

“I know who you are,” her voice was high, but cracked as she spoke.  “Did you tell her?”  The stranger looked at Jody expectantly as Jody shook her head.

“I was just getting to that.”  

“Tell me what, Jody?”  My voice was full of panic now.  Secrets never gave me the warm fuzzies and now that this stranger was in on it, my anxiety was skyrocketing.  

“Y/N, this is Patience.”  Jody gestured towards the newcomer as she introduced her.  I nodded my head as I inclined it towards her by way of welcome.

“Nice to meet you,” I grunted, crossing my arms and waiting for the shoe to drop. 

Loud footsteps came stomping down the stairs to my right as I heard Claire’s voice ring out.  “Y/N?  Is that you?  You aren’t dead?”  The surprise and outrage in her words left me wide eyed.

“What?!” I yelled. “Why would you think I was dead?”  

Claire hopped over to me, tucking herself into my shoulder as she gave me a quick one-armed hug, her eyes focused on Patience’s face.  

“Ask the psychic,” she explained.  

I turned my face to meet Patience’s, my face set in a hard line and my eyes bugged out of their sockets.  “Why does she think I’m dead?”  

Jody took a step closer, placing herself between Patience and I. “Claire’s right,” she started to explain.  “Patience is a psychic.  She’s Missouri Moseley’s granddaughter.”  Her words were succinct, and I knew right away what she was implying.  

“Patience,” I began, my voice low and empathetic.  “I’m so sorry.  Your grandmother was,” I hesitated.  “She was a very special woman.  Very beloved.”  

I watched as Patience absorbed my words but she gave no response. Jody had let me know about Missouri’s passing when it happened.  I had been on a case in Iowa, clearing out a Rugaru issue when the Winchester’s had worked with Missouri for the last time.  It was the only time in the last few months that I regretted my avoidant personality.  

“I still don’t get it.  Why did you think I was dead?”  

“Because I saw you die,” Patience explained, her words matter-of-fact, if not unfeeling.  

I looked at her incredulously. “What?”  

After an hour that seemed to last for days, Jody and Patience had explained everything to me.  Patience’s visions, her seeing me die, and the fact that the Winchester’s were in some alternate universe that just so happened to be the same one where I died.  My mind was swimming and I couldn’t seem to get my head above the water to take a breath, let alone understand.  

“Y/N?”  Claire rested her hand on my shoulder, giving me a slight shake as she tried desperately to get my attention.  

I brought my eyes up to meet hers, but couldn’t find any words.  

“We’re going to get them back, Y/N.”  Claire’s attempt to reassure me fell flat.  

“Sam and….”  I swallowed hard.  “And Dean.  They’re missing?”  I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and my breathing felt like it was getting shallower and shallower as I struggled to maintain my calm, something I was failing at desperately.  

Jody shook her head slowly, confirming my fears.  “But we know what we need to do.”  

I looked at her, my eyes pleading with her to give me more information.  

She rolled her eyes in return.  “They were working with a girl, Kaia.  She knows where they’re at and how to get there.”  

“Okay, so let’s go!”  I stood up dramatically, pushing my chair back as I did.  

“Wait,” Jody said, reaching out and grabbing my hand.  “We can’t talk to her”  

While I hadn’t thought my eyeballs would be able to stress themselves beyond my skull any further, her words quickly proved me wrong.  

“What do you mean?  Why wouldn’t we talk to her?  Jody, what the hell!?”  

“She bolted,” Claire explained.  “She was in the hospital, I went to talk to her, and she bolted.  There were these bizarre monsters outside that attacked her,” my eyes widened even more. “We took care of it,” Claire stressed, holding her hands out to me as if to stop me from running.  “But she’s down for the count.  They got a few good licks in and she went down.  She’ll be okay.  Alex is patching her up, but, Y/N,” Claire hesitated, taking a deep breath.  “She’s from that universe.  Where Sam and Dean are.  The Bad Place, she calls it.”  

Claire’s face was that of a repentant child, as though any and all of this should fall on her shoulders.  

I took a few deep breaths, attempting to steady myself as I pinched the bridge of my nose with one hand, resting the other on my hip as I began to pace.  “So, you’re telling me that Sam and Dean are in some bizarro world, and the only person that can get us there is too busy having her boo-boos kissed to tell us how to get there?”  My voice rose in volume with each word, my illusion of calm rapidly fading.  

“It’s more than just that,” Jody said, standing up and slamming her hands on the dining room table.  “Y/N, you’re missing a vital part of this puzzle.”

“What part, Jody?  Sam and Dean are missing and we’re supposed to, what, sit on our thumbs and wait? I don’t think so!”  I began walking towards the garage, knowing Alex would have the girl that was the key to all of this in there with her.  

“The part where you die, Y/N!”  Claire screamed at me with tears in her eyes.  

“I don’t see how that matters even a little bit!”  My answer bit at her, and I watched her recoil, surprise evident on her face as she did so.  

“This isn’t negotiable.” Jody’s voice was deceptively calm and firm.  “You go over there, you die.  You aren’t leaving this house, do you hear me?”  Jody squinted as her words came out full of anger.  

“If Dean’s over there,” I caught myself. “If Dean and Sam are over there, then there’s absolutely no question as to where I’m going to be.  My place is there.  Saving them.  And you know it.”

“I can’t lose you, too!”  Jody’s exclamation took me by surprise.  

“Jodes,” I began, but she held her hand up, effectively silencing me.  

“No.  Y/N, no.  Okay?  You’re staying here.  I won’t lose another child.”  Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and my heart lurched at her words. “I won’t do it, Y/N.”  

I let out a deep breath.  “It’s Dean,” I whispered.  

“Yeah, I know it is.  I know you two had a nasty breakup.  I know you haven’t spoken in months and I know you regret it every day.  But you cannot be the one to go over there.  I won’t let you.  If you go, I lose you, and I am not about to lose you, or anyone else.  Is that clear?”  

I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat that refused to diminish.  “All that matters is Dean, Jody.  I have to go-”  

“Damnit Y/N, if he was all that mattered to you then you would’ve said yes when he proposed to you instead of turning tail and running for the hills!”  

I took a step back to steady myself as my eyes focused on Jody.  “Look,” Jody began, her voice calmer now.  “Donna and I will go over there as soon as Kaia tells us what she knows.  We’ll take care of this and you will stay here.  There’s no other plan. This is it.”  

My eyes flitted from Jody to Claire and back, both of them giving me the same pleading expression and both too stubborn and strong-willed to change their minds.  

I nodded my head slowly, agreeing to their plan out of necessity, as Alex came running in through the garage door.  “It’s Larsen’s,” she blurted out.  “Larsen Brothers Shipyard off Route 14.  That’s where the door is.”  A small, dark haired girl with scratches adorning her face walked in behind her.

Jody and Claire were already grabbing supplies as we all piled into our vehicles and headed for the shipyard.  

We arrived in less than ten minutes and gathered at the sidewalk in front of the entryway.  

“Donna and I have got this.  But that door, it’s been open for a while and there’s no telling what crawled out in the meantime.  So, you guys?  You’re playing defense, okay?”  We all nodded in the affirmative as each of us armed ourselves accordingly.  

Donna was standing at the end of the sidewalk, hugging Claire and Patience as they walked by her.  I kept telling my feet to move, but no matter how loudly I shouted at them in my head, they wouldn’t respond.  I felt an arm snake its way over my shoulders, pulling me into a half hug.

“He’ll be alright, Y/N,” Donna’s friendly voice sang out to me as she pulled my head towards her.  

“I know,” I acquiesced.  “Just bring him back safe, okay?”  She gave me a quick nod and a smile before I watched her and Jody disappear into the building.  

It had been a while since Jody and Donna had gone in.  Too long.  Claire, Kaia, and Patience had all begun to get antsy a while ago and my trigger finger was more than itchy in their absence as I reacted to each and every sound that came out of the building in front of us.  

We heard a gunshot and all of our breaths stopped as we collectively stared at the building.  “That’s it,” I said, cocking my handgun and holding it down to my side.  

“You guys can stay here but I’m going in.  Something’s wrong.”  I began walking towards the front door, just as Claire wrapped her delicate hand around my wrist.  

“Wait,” she said.  “You can’t.”  She flicked her eyes over to Patience and stared at me silently.  

“It’s Dean,” I offered her as my explanation.  “What good is being alive in any world if he isn’t in it?”  I could feel moisture building in my eyes and I did my best to hold my tears at bay.  

“I’ll go with you.”  An unfamiliar voice sang out from the crowd as Kaia stepped forward.  “You won’t know where you’re going if I don’t.  I know where to go.  And where not to.”  She looked down at her fingers as she fiddled with her nails, nervously.  

All four of us walked into the building, our eyes searching endlessly for any sign of Donna or Jody.  

“Jodes!” I yelled into the emptiness.  We heard the beating of feet above us as I dove for the staircase, yelling for the others to follow me.  

By the time we found them, they had been surrounded.  Unfamiliar monsters with sickly glowing red eyes stared at them as if they were a feast.  I raised my gun and pulled off two shots directly into the back of their skulls.  I watched as their bodies slumped to the floor in front of us, and Jody and Donna each turned their heads towards me.  

Just beyond them, there was a glowing orange line that seemed to spark and fade.  

“There,” Kaia yelled, pointing her hand towards it.  “That’s the door!”  

I watched as it slowly began to shrink. “No!” I shouted as my feet broke into a sprint with Kaia close behind me.  

We leapt over Jody as she lay bruised and beaten on the floor, and made a break straight for the gateway.  I tumbled to the ground, taking in the monochromatic surroundings I found myself in.  Glancing back towards the rift, I could see it was still open, but just barely.  And there was no telling how long it would remain that way.  

“Come on,” Kaia said as she stood up, her teeth chattering in fear as she turned away from the door and walked away, beckoning me to follow her.  My handgun remained clenched in my hand as I reached for the pocketknife that had been tucked away in my back pocket.  

“Lead the way.”  

We seemed to be walking for hours and I was sure that any portal that there had been had closed by now.  Kaia continued to assure me that we hadn’t even been there an hour yet.  I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at the ends as I tucked it behind my ears.  

“We have to find them, Kaia,” I begged. She gave me no response but continued on until we heard the sounds of breaking twigs and crushed leaves.  Kaia hunched down in front of me, getting as low to the ground as she could as she held a finger up to me, insisting on my continued silence.  

We peaked out of a threadbare bush to try to identify where the sound came from, when two figures began walking towards us, their movements tentative and quiet.  

“Dean?” I whimpered as I lunged myself out into the clearing and towards him.  

My name hadn’t fully left his lips when I crashed into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as tears forced their way down my cheeks.  My breathing was ragged, but I’d never been so relieved.  I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me into him as if he needed to know I was real.  He repeated my name again as I sobbed into his shoulder.  

“I thought,” I cried.  “I thought I’d lost you.” I leaned back and released my hold on him, finally meeting his eye.  

He was blinking fast, confusion coloring his entire face and stance.  But his eyes held mine as I stared into the deep emerald orbs that had always captivated me.  He raised his hand, wiping the tears that had been falling down my face away with the gentle pad of his thumb.  I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of his touch; his calloused fingertips smoothing over my skin sending shockwaves through me.  

“Same here,” he said, as his jaw set into a hard, locked line, his eyes still focused on me.  

“I’d hate to interrupt,” Kaia spoke up from behind us. “But we’re running on borrowed time here, if we aren’t out of time already.  We’ve got to go.”  

I pulled myself away from Dean, going against every urge in my body as I did so.  Wiping my hands down my shirt to smooth it out, I dusted myself off and attempted to focus yet again.  

“Hey Y/N,” I heard Sam’s voice calling from beside me.  Turning my head to him, I took in the smile that was plastered on his face, giving him my own smile in return.  “Heya Sammy,” I called as he reached out and squeezed my shoulder.

I turned around to face Kaia again, gesturing for her to lead the way. She seized the opportunity and began walking quickly back the way that we had come.  I followed behind her with the boys in tow.  The trek back to the gateway seemed to go faster, as if time had sped up now that Sam and Dean had been found.  

A few minutes into our hike, Dean’s hand wound its way into mine, interlacing his fingers with mine as he squeezed my hand tightly; a gesture he had often given me when he knew I was uncomfortable or stressed.  I turned my head to make eye contact with him again as we continued walking.  

“It’s just up there,” Kaia pointed ahead of us as she continued, panting.  We could see the orange break in space hovering above the ground.  It didn’t seem to have shrunk in size, but its vibrance had died down significantly.  

“Run,” I instructed them, pushing Sam and Dean ahead of me as Kaia took off towards the rift.  I followed behind, close on their heels.

We were feet away from the doorway when I felt it.  A menacing, hooded figure clad in black sneaking up from behind.  When I turned my head, I could see them throw their arm forward as the long, aerodynamic weapon they were holding came flying towards us, pointed directly at Dean.  

“No!” I screamed, diving at him as I shoved him towards the doorway and put myself between him and the spear.  I watched in slow motion as Sam and Kaia made it through to the other side.  But, to my horror, Dean had stopped to turn around and face me, watching as the head of the spear sank itself into my back.  

“Y/N?”  Dean was screaming my name repeatedly as he reached for me, glaring over my shoulder at my assaulter and his would-be murderer.  I fell forward, kneeling to the ground as I turned my head to look at the hooded figure again.  I watched as the black hood fell back, revealing a familiar face and a sinister grin.  “Kaia?” I whispered.  

My vision began to go black as I felt Dean’s arms wrap around me, jerking me up to my feet before he lifted my legs in one arm, cradling my shoulders in the other.  My head lolled back and in an instant, everything went black.  

Dean was pacing the floor in Jody’s garage as Sam and Alex examined Y/N’s wound.  She’d passed out before they had even made it through the doorway, but Dean had made sure that they came back home safely.  The rift closed almost immediately after they came through.  

“Dean?” Sam had called to his brother once they were back in their own world.  But the only response he received was the garbled cries of Dean’s anguish.  

“No,” Sam had uttered beneath his breath as he ran towards them, convinced that what he was seeing couldn’t be real.  “No, she’s fine, Dean. She’s going to be fine.  Let me take a look at her.”  

He pushed his way to his brother, every step feeling like his feet were made of lead and concrete.  But when he pressed his fingers to her neck, feeling the small pulsations of her carotid artery, he let out a sigh of relief.  

“She’s got a pulse.  A weak one, but it’s there.  We need to get her some help.  Now.”  Sam reached out for her, wanting to remove the physical burden from Dean as he watched his brother collapse to the floor.  “Dean!” Sam was yelling, desperation flooding him. “We have to go.”  

Jody ran up to them, taking in the sight that she had feared.  “We didn’t stop it,” she muttered.  Patience walked up behind her, holding her hand over her mouth as if in astonishment.  

“This is it,” she said.  “My vision.  This is what I saw.”  Jody gasped, allowing the panic and heartbreak to set in.  

“We’ve got to move her,” Sam told them. “She’s got a pulse, but she won’t for long if we don’t get her somewhere safe.”  

Jody shook her head slightly, focusing yet again.  “Get her to the car out front. Alex’ll patch her up at home.”  

Before her sentence was finished, Sam was bolting towards the car, taking the steps down two at a time. Dean followed behind, his movements empty, as if a man possessed.  

Jody wove her arm through his, hanging onto his elbow as they walked quickly towards the exit and to the car.  

“I just got her back,” Dean said.  “I just got her back.  She can’t be gone already.  I can’t…” He left his sentence unfinished as Jody rubbed a loving hand up and down his back, attempting to reassure him.  

“It’ll be fine.  She’ll bounce right back.  She’s a fighter, yeah?”  Jody opened the back passenger door of her car, urging Dean into the seat as Sam was laying Y/N across from the other side, resting her head on Dean’s lap.  

Jody jumped in the driver’s seat, throwing the car into reverse as she pushed the “Talk” button on the steering wheel and called Alex.  

“It’s Y/N,” she said succinctly.  “We need you.  It’s…” She hesitated, looking up into the rearview mirror at Dean.  “It’s not good.  We’re a couple minutes away.  Be ready.”  The one-sided conversation was quick, direct and to the point.  

The tires squealed to a stop as Jody parked the car in the driveway, slamming the transmission into park and flicking the engine to the off position before everyone began hopping out of the car.  Dean stayed where he was, slowly stroking Y/N’s hair as he attempted to soothe her into waking.  

Alex was running out of the front door towards them, her scrubs still stained with Kaia’s blood from patching her up earlier, and her stethoscope still hanging from her neck.  “Bring her inside!”  

Dean did as he was told, sliding out of his seat, careful not to let Y/N’s head fall as he slowly pulling her out of the car and cradling her in his arms.  In seconds, they were all standing in the garage as Dean laid Y/N down on the gurney and pressed a kiss to her forehead.  

“Everyone, take a step back,” Alex ordered, listening to Y/N’s heart as she did so.  “Jody, I need you to bring me an IV bag.  We’re going to need to get some blood in her now along with as many antibiotics and as much saline as possible.  She’s losing blood fast.”

The words seemed to all blur together as Dean dropped into the chair behind him, cradling his head in his hands.  “This can’t be happening,” he repeated to himself, his eyes fixated on a drop of her blood as it fell to the floor.  

Two hours later, Dean was sitting next to Y/N again, squeezing her hand between both of his as he stared intently at her face.  Alex had assured him that she was fine.  That she’d been all patched up, that the dehydration and blood loss had been combated, and that everything was going to be just fine in time.  But he longed to see her eyes open and looking at him like she always had.  Like she could see into his soul.  He yearned to hear her voice, even if she yelled at him and never wanted to see him again.  As long as she was alive.  

He lowered his head, muttering “Please,” to himself over and over.  

At some point, he must have drifted off to sleep, her hand still clenched in his, with his head resting on the side of the bed.  She began to stir, grunting as she did so and squeezing his hand back.  

My eyes were heavy and hazy.  The pain that had flown through me on our way to the doorway seemed a distant memory and my body felt as though I were floating in the ocean; one wave after another pushing me closer to shore.  I opened my eyes tentatively, hesitant to take in my surroundings for fear that the monochromatic world would still be surrounding me.  

But in my hand, I could feel the warm familiarity that was Dean’s fingers interlaced with mine. I squeezed my hand around his, desperate to prove to myself that it was truly him.  

“Y/N?”  He woke with a start, his eyes focusing on my face as he brought one hand up to cup my cheek.  

I gave him a smile, my eyes closing in a slow blink as I opened my mouth.  “Hey there stranger.”  

Dean leaned down quickly, pressing his lips firmly against mine, seeming to blow life into me with his kiss.  The one that never failed to take my breath away.  

“Don’t you ever do that to me again, do you understand?”  

I nodded as I laughed quietly, Dean’s forehead pressing down into my own.  

“You got it,” I confirmed for him.  

“Marry me?”  The question came out as a plea as he pushed his head closer to mine, rubbing our noses against one another.  The same question I’d run from so many months ago.  But now, after all this time and after all that had happened, there was only one answer that I could give.  

I smiled at him, holding my breath as my cheeks began to ache from the tension. 

“Yes.”  

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Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail?  Hunting had been your life since your were 4 years old.  The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do.  But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow.

A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests.  I’m not going to post the actual requests because…well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one.

Words: 2167

Warnings: Trauma, medical terminology, stress, hospital waiting room, tears, anesthesia

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREEPART FOURPART FIVE

Dean stood alone in the washroom; the mortar full of ingredients sitting scorched on the floor.  He swept his hands through his hair and walked over to the sink, quickly grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser and beginning to work on cleaning up the paint from the trap on the floor. It took mere moments, but it felt like an eternity.  While he was tossing the remnants of his spell into the trash bin, a loud insistent knock was again rapping at the door.  

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Keep your shirt on.”

“Dean!” Sam was yelling outside the door, continuing to pound on the cheap, grey wood.  

Shit, Dean thought to himself as he rushed to finish the rest of his cleanup. Once the last of the traces of his work had been disposed of, he yanked the door open and breezed past his brother wordlessly.  

“What the hell, Dean?” Sam’s indignant voice trailed behind him.  “What did you do?”  

The accusation in his words was not unfounded, but still, it left Dean enraged. “What are you talking about, Sam?”  Dean’s voice was sharp and dismissive as he spat the words at him, his face scrunched up into a defensive glare.  

The youngest Winchester caught up with him within a few strides as he reached out and grabbed Dean’s shoulder, forcing Dean to turn around and face him.  

“Don’t do that,” Sam pleaded.  “Just don’t.”  

“What, a guy can’t take a dump?”  

Sam glared at his brother, leaving the silence between them thick and expectant.  

“Come on Sam, we have to get back in there. Y/N’s depending on us.”  

Sam nodded his head, disappointment evident in his stance, as they both walked back towards the waiting room.  

Immediately, Dean began pacing between the aisles of seats, his long legs bowing out as he did so.  He was listless and his hands alternated between running through his hair and yanking on his own neck in a vain attempt to relax the beyond strained muscles.  

The doors to the surgical hallway flew open and the same doctor that had spoken with them before came rushing towards them, her eyes bulged out in surprise as she locked onto the boys.  

“Doc,” Dean’s voice was full of anguish as he strode up to her, meeting her just outside the rows of seats.  He remained silent, waiting for the update she undoubtedly was there to give him.  

“Tell me she’s alright,” Sam whispered, walking up next to Dean.  The doctor remained silent.  Dean let out a sigh, lowering his head over his crossed arms.  He was all stress, panic and anxiety in human form.

The doctor opened her mouth to start speaking but came up empty as her mouth closed again.  After several false starts without explanation, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.  

“We’re going to need some sort of words here, doc.”  Dean’s jovial voice was hiding his tension and impatience, but he remained unsatisfied as the woman continued her silence.  

“She’s not,” Dean began, unwilling to finish the sentence.  “No,” he stuttered. “No, she can’t be.  She’s not gone.  Tell me she’s not gone.”  

Sam laid a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder and stepped in front of him. “Dean, it’s okay.”  He sniffed, unable to control the tears forming in his eyes as they began to fall.  

“No,” Dean began muttering to himself, his eyes wide and fixated on the floor. “No, she said…she was supposed to fix it.  We had a deal.”  His words strung together haphazardly.  Dean could hear his own heart pounding faster and faster.  “No,” he whispered.  

I opened my eyes violently; the dryness of them sending pain and discomfort through me.  I could feel my head pounding, but the pressure in my chest overrode all of it.  As much as I tried, I couldn’t take a breath.  My lungs felt as if they were solid bricks, useless in their emptiness.  I struggled against whatever was blocking them, attempting to take gasp after gasp of fresh air that wouldn’t come.  All I could feel was pain.  My pounding head, aching eyes, useless lungs, and beyond bruised body fought against every survival instinct I had.  

“Oh my God,” I heard a man’s voice yell out.  I lifted my hands to my face and began clawing at the foreign objects that seemed stuck inside of my mouth, arms and chest.  

“No, no, no!” Panicked voices surrounded me as blurred shadows began rushing around me, poking and prodding me at every juncture, as though my threshold for pain was exponentially larger than it actually was.  

“Calm down, Y/N.”  A soothing voice rang in my ear.  “We need to close you up now,” she sang.  “But to do that, you have to sleep.”  

I attempted to speak, wanting nothing more than to scream at the people around me, to tell them no, to make the torment stop, but words were beyond my reach.  
“The machines are breathing for you, Y/N.  Don’t fight them.  A little more rest and you can wake back up.  But for now,” she crooned.  “You need to sleep.”  

I watched her fingers grabbing at a tube as another set of hands gave her a vial which she quickly depressed into the tubing between her fingers.  Within seconds, my eyelids drooped, and my head became heavy, my vision fuzzier than before.  And before I could protest, I had drifted into a dreamless, nightmarish sleep.  

The panic in Dean’s chest had begun to consume him as it seemed like the very ground beneath him had given way.  He sank to his knees, kneeling on the floor with his head cradled between his hands.  His cheeks were covered in the salty streaks of his own tears as he took deep breaths, attempting to find some hint that this was all an awful dream.  

Sam moved in front of him, his legs blocking Dean from view.  The doctor stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes, as if she were in shock.  

“You need to say the words, Doc.”  Sam crossed his arms, swallowing the lump in his throat as the tears that his eyelids had been successfully keeping at bay finally fell.  “I need to hear the words, or I won’t believe it.”  He stressed each word, holding on to hope that all of their assumptions were wrong.  

He watched as the doctor finally raised her line of sight to meet his eyes and shook her head slightly as if bringing herself back to the present.  “She’s awake,” she said.  

Sam’s eyes lurched open as his arms fell to his sides.  “What?”  

The doctor shook her head again, confusion clearing as she did so.  “She woke up.  During surgery. She woke up momentarily.”  Her explanation did little to settle the worry that laid heavy throughout the room.  “We had to sedate her, but she did wake up for a moment.”  

Sam lifted his hand and pulled it down his face, grasping his chin as he did so.  “What does that mean?”  His question came out much calmer than he felt.  

“It’s a good sign,” the doctor began.  “Typically, with this kind of trauma, there wouldn’t be more than a ten percent chance of survival.”  Her words did little to provide any comfort.  “But we’ve repaired the damage and she’s in the recovery room now.  It’s going to take a while for her to wake up since we had to sedate her again, but it’s a good sign.”  

Sam took a deep breath, reaching down behind him to grab Dean’s arm.  He pulled him up and forced him to stand.  “Dean,” he said, smacking his hand against his brother’s chest and pointing towards the doctor.  

Dean looked up hesitantly as he made eye contact with the doctor again.  “She’s in the recovery room,” she explained again.  “It’ll be a couple of hours before she’ll be in her own room, but once she is, you’re welcome to see her.”  

“Her body, you mean.”  Dean’s words were painted with defeat.  

“No, Dean.”  Sam turned around, looking at his brother pointedly.  “She’s alive.”  Dean’s eyes flicked over to his brother’s as he let out a breath, allowing more tears to fall down his cheeks.  

My eyelids were so heavy.  Like steel doors that had been locked shut, and I was powerless to move them.  But I could feel the moisture of my own tears leaking through them as they dripped down my cheeks and across my lips.  All I could feel was pain.  The gravel in my chest that seemed to expand with each involuntary breath that I hadn’t initiated.  The sharp, shooting pain that was radiating out from my back.  The pounding in my head that felt as though my temples were trapped in a vice that was constantly being tightened.  It was unreal and I didn’t think I could, or that I’d want, to cope with it.  

Every part of me was scorching.  That same sort of burning feeling that only seemed to happen when you were too cold, freezing from the inside out.  I attempted to move, urging my knees to bend and scoot me away from the frozen fire that felt as though it were seconds away from consuming me.  My lazy, thick voice whined into the emptiness as I urged myself to plead for help.  The only sound that came out was muffled and nonsensical.  

But within seconds, I felt warm fingers snaking themselves around my hand, intertwining my fingers with them.  The warmth and comfort that originated there began to spread, and I poured all of my strength into flexing my fingers and squeezing the hand of my hero that had alleviated some of my agony.  

“Mom?” My voice was almost unrecognizable.  As though I was speaking through a thick layer of fabric that had been woven over my voice box.  

“Shhh,” a soothing voice rang out as another hand swept across my forehead.  “You’re going to be just fine, Y/N.”  I knew that voice.  I would recognize it even if I were dead.  And yet, I couldn’t identify it for the life of me.  

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”  Two lips pressed themselves gently to my forehead, leaving an aura of safety and respite from my aching body.  

“Dad?” I questioned.  

“Y/N?” Another voice called out to me, but from the other side of the room.  “We’re here, Y/N.  Sam and Dean,” it answered me.  “We’re right here.”  

I pursed my eyebrows together, still unable to open my eyes.  Sam and Dean were there.  I knew that their presence meant I was safe.  That the terror of not knowing where I was or why everything hurt so much should ebb away.  But every part of me wanted to scream at them.  To push them away for pulling me back from the perfect peace I had found with my parents.  I could still hear the waves crashing on the beach and remember the feel of my mother’s hand in mine.  But all the contentment and ease had gone and been replaced with suffering.  

“Hey, hey relax Y/N. It’s okay.” Dean’s voice attempted to soothe me as he pushed my hair behind my ear, gently cradling my face.  

“No,” I murmured.  “I want to go back.”  My words came out as whispers, but their intent was sincere.  

Dean relaxed his grip on my hand. “What?” he asked.  But no more words were able to push through my lips.  The tears that had been quietly dripping slowly from my eyes now became a deluge as my eyes and chest were wracked with sobs.  The pain that shot through me with each violent spasm was disorienting and overwhelming, but the tears wouldn’t stop, and my heaving breaths were undeterred.  

My fingers dug into Dean’s hand, desperate to keep him close to me as I pulled him towards the bed.  I was able to curl my legs up into myself, ignoring the pain shooting through my abdomen as I did so, as I pulled Dean’s hand ever closer to me.  

“Hey, hey, hey,” his voice rang out like velvet.  “I’m here,” he said as I felt the bed depress next to me as his legs pressed against mine.  His arm wrapped around my shoulders as he slowly released my hand, holding me close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.  

The sobs that had sped through me began to calm as I buried my face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of evergreen and freshly cut wood.  

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his arms keeping me enveloped into him.  

Deep breath after deep breath of his intoxicating musk had calmed my tears and slowed my breathing back to normal.  The sharp stabbing pain had localized and no longer radiated out to every molecule of my being.  Within minutes, I drifted off, terrified of any dream that I may have that could never compare to where I had just been.  

To be continued….

Part Seven

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