What’s Worse Then Tuesday?

Tagged:@spnquotebingo​

Summary:What’s worse then watching your brother die on repeat? Your baby sister following shortly after in a worse way.

Paring: None. Sister!Reader. Minor= Gabriel x Reader (just petnames)

Warings!!!: Blood,Gore, Graphic Description of Death(Murder,Suicide tw!!,Suffocation, electrocution,ect.),after first go mainly Sam POV (poor sammy),Reader remembers the pain(that sucks),Mystery Spot rewrite

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“The heat of the moment!” Sam groaned at the song as it echoed in the small room. The sound of the shower was drowned out by the not yet snoozed alarm. Creaking open his eyes Dean looked to fucking excited for his taste. His brother sat there with a grin on his face tying his shoes. “Rise and shine,Sammy!” They radio clock played on now Sam realizes Dean was the one you probably set it the night before. “Dude,Asia?” He asked sitting up the shower shortly stops as the blonde responds. “Come on. You love this song and you know it.” He smirked as he stood up walking to the radio. “Dean if you play that song one more time I’m killing you then myself!” A shout came from the bathroom as the youngest Winchester stepped out still drying her hair with a towel almost completely dressed. “What? Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” Dean said as he turned the volume up a damp towel meeting the back of his head making Sammy laugh. What a great start to the day.

Dean was in the bathroom Y/n taking his place on the bed tying her boots already dawning her f/c flannel. The boys cramped in the small bathroom Sam trying to brush his teeth as Dean annoyed him. “You ready to go?” Sam asked after killing off his brush. “Yeah I’m ready. We’ve only been waiting on De.” Y/n said as she stood next to the door holding baby’s keys. “Just wait!” Dean said digging our pile of duffel bags that looked relatively the same. He pulled out a black lace bra and glanced at Sam. “This yours?” Sammy almost busted out laughing as it seemed to click and he threw the bra behind him. “Ew ew ew ew!"He shook his hand like something was stuck on it before calming down and grabbing what he needed. "Bingo.” The gun slicked into his waistband as he walked up to the door Sam behind him. “Now if you’re done freaking out about my bra let’s go eat some breakfast.” Y/n said opening the door and tossing Dean baby’s keys and locking their room behind them.

Together the sibling sit down in a booth the noise in the background was unnoticed who would care not like they’ll hear it again.“Hey,  Tuesday. Pig in a pork.” Dean said excitedly as Sam looked slightly disgusted at the name. “Do you even know what that is?” He asked as his brother shrugged. Their sister sat down the menu not looking up from it. “Apparently it’s two to three breakfast sausages wrapped in bacon and wrapped in a pancake with a side of hashbrowns and a choice of bacon or sausage.” She said causing Dean to smirk. “See Pig in a pork! Sounds good.” The waitress walked up to their table. “You folks ready?” She asked them. “Yes. I’ll have two specials with a side of bacon,one with extra sausage and both with a coffee.” Dean said already knowing Y/n would get the same. “Make that three coffees and a short stack.” With that their waitress walked off and they emerged themselves in the case. 

 "His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot.“ Dean looked over the newspaper reading the equations. "Where the laws of physics have no meaning and don’t make sense.” Their sister spoke out as she leaned back in the booth next to Dean who she chose to sit with this time. The waitress came back with their food. “Three coffees,black, and some hot sauce for the—” She cut herself off with a gasp as the bottle of red liquid fell to the ground breaking spilling its contents.“Whoops. Crap! Sorry.” She said giving them a bashful smile as she turned towards the back. “Cleanup!”

 ==[Time skip to Night because laziness]==

 The hallway is a bright neon green with a black spiral painted on the walls and door to give off some type of illusion. Opening the door the three of them walk inside flashlights up Sammy closing the door behind them. They move up the hallway Y/n pulling out the EMF reader while the boys shine the flashlights around and up onto shit attached upside-down to the ceiling. “Wow. Uncanny.” Dean says sarcastically making Y/n chuckle. “Mystery solved. Cheap screws and uneven foundation.” She said causing both of them to laugh silently. Sam keeps looking moving on further in front of them. “Find anything?” The blonde asked. Sammy looks back to Y/n with the unmoving EMF reader “No.” “Not a thing.”

 Dean sighs as he waves his light around.“You have any idea what we’re even looking for?” He asked Sam who looked unsure before answering. “Uh … yeah.” There was a long beat of silence before he gave in. “No.” Dean shakes his head as both of the brothers shine flashlights around other parts of the room while their sister follows trying for a reading. “What the hell are you doing here?” A voice said causing all three of them to turn and look at the source while Dean was the only one to pull his gun before pointing it elsewhere seeing as this man had a shotgun trained on him. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. We can explain.” De put his gun up as the barrel shifted to Sam. “You robbing me?” He asked as Sam shook his head. “No one’s trying to rob you,calm down.” Y/n said the shotgun moving to her now. “Did I say you could talk!?” This made Dean move in front of her protectively. “Don’t move!”

 "Just putting the gun do—" The loud defeating sound of the gun going of silenced the room,but the sound of a body hitting the ground caused a panic. Dean was the body hitting the ground. “Dean!” Both of the younger siblings yell as they rush to their older brother who was struggling to breath. “Call 911!” Y/n yelled as she stood up towards the owner while Sam held onto Dean. “I—I didn’t mean to—” They man stumbled on his words his grip loose on the firearm. “Now!” Sam shouted at him.The man jumped at the command dropping the gun a shot fired out and down went the youngest Winchester. She fell to the floor before Sam had a chance to grasp what happened. “NO!!!”

 Sam’s POV~~~

Heat of the moment

My eyes snap open. When did I get back to the motel room? W-what happened after…oh god! Sitting up I look around and there sat Dean in the same position,tying his shoes,as this morning. “Rise and shine,Sammy!” That same cheerful tone made Sam look at him and then the clock in shock and confusion the sound of the shower or the grunt that came from the bathroom barely registering. “Dude,Asia.” Dean said my breath coming out more labored. “Dean.” I said as the shower cut off and a shadow moved under the door. “Oh,come on,you love this song and you know it.” He stood up to turn up the volume as the echoed shout came from the bathroom. “Dean if you play that song one more time I’m killing you then myself!” Y/n stepped out with a towel around her hair and still in the clothes that moment ago were blood soaked. “What? Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” Dean said as the volume went up the same damp towel met the back of his head causing a small argument that would have made me laugh if I didn’t see the exact same one hours ago.

 Dean gurgle with a open mouth but seeing that I didn’t react with discust he stopped. Everything happened exactly the same Y/n telling us to hurry up,Dean finding and throwing a bra from the couch,our walk to the dinner. Sitting in the booth even though I didn’t say much the conversation carried out the same. “I think somethings wrong.” I said as they looked at me. “Today is Tuesday, yesterday was Tuesday.” Y/n gave me a weird look. “ Dejá vu, man.” Dean brushed off as N/n scoffed at him. “What happened? Last Tuesday.” She asked as Dean rolled his eyes mumbling this is stupid. “I woke up to Dean’s singing,you in the shower,everything that’s happened up to this point has been the same. We went to the mystery spot and then I woke up again.” That’s when Y/n pointed at him. “The mystery spot! Clearly it must have started a loop we just get there and break it easy pezzy.” That made sense the waitress came up to our table and we said our orders. When she came back the hot sauce fell off her tray and I caught it.

 Walking down the street to the hotel Dean was trying to argue that this was stupid. “This wasn’t part of the case. A missing girl yes not so groundhogs day shit.” As we pasted the movers that talked about needed some more tools. “Maybe they went missing because they couldn’t break the loop. I mean time must still be passing.” Y/n voiced as we pass the barking dog. “Look least just go to the mystery spot at night to get a long look at what’s keeping us here.” Dean said as I immediately shot that down. “No!” They looked at me concerned. “Let’s go now. Gives us more time before the day resets.” Y/n looked at me as she pulled me back a bit to walk behind Dean. “What happened between getting to the mystery spot and waking up,Sammy? You’re leaving out a chunk of time.” She always had a good head on her shoulders. Taking in a deep breath as we got to the crosswalk. “Dean…he got shot and then yo—” The sound of something being hit and the squealing of tires made them look up to see Dean bloody on the road. Rushing towards him the drive the man form the dinner look at us. I got down on the ground as Dean chocked on his blood. Y/n held her hand to her face as she backed away from /he horrific sight. “Oh god.” She mumbled as I kept saying Dean’s name. Looking at Y/n she backed up a good couple of yards half of her body was suddenly illuminated a truck just hit her. “Y/N!!!” Slayed over the hood vertebrae from her spin putrid from her back as the blood soaked shirt pulled tightly against her skin. The emblem on the truck punctured her throat. The moment the life left her eyes a sharp pain went through me.

 The heat of the moment

 I woke up again Dean on the other bed tying his shoes as the shower was on in the back ground. Everything was playing out the same,but somethings are changing. Y/n walked out of the bathroom the towel she had in her hair next to Dean as she rubbed her neck sorely as she placed her other hand on the small of her back and it cracked loudly. “Jesus,N/n!” Dean said looking at her as she sighed in relief. “Was the couch really that hard? You can have my bed tonight.” He said as she shook her head. “No no the couch was fine it just I don’t know I got this sudden pain. Like a I got hit by a damn bus.” She shook it off as I got out of the bed to check on her shrugging

 Sitting at the Diner I looked up at them.“Okay, would you listen to me? ‘Cause I am flipping out.” I said as Doris walked up to us I don’t have time for this. “Are you folks ready?” I quickly cut off Dean. “He’ll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black while she’ll have the same with a extra side of sausage. Nothing for me, thanks.” My siblings looked at me shocked. As Doris walked away. “Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.” Dean said causing Y/n to giggle. “Quit screwing around, Dean.” I said harshly as they both got serious. “Okay. Okay. We’re listening. So, you think that you’re in some kind of a time loop,was it?” Y/n said as I nodded. “Like Groundhogs Day’” Dean said and I immediately nod. “Yes, exactly. Like Groundhogs Day.” I said looking at him hopefully N/n was usually the one that believed in the most crazy logical stuff.

“So do you believe me?"Y/n looked like she was thinking as she bit her thumb nail I was about to ask when Dean started laughing. "It’s just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh—” I cut in. “Dingo ate my baby crazy?” I said like he did before. Dean looked skeptical now. “How’d you know I was going to say that?” It like everything I’ve said went over his head. “Because you said it before, Dean, that’s my whole point.”

Doris walks back just in time. “Three coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap.” I catch the bottle without looking and place it back on the tray. “Thanks.” Doris said as she sat it down and walked away. “Nice reflexes."  How hard is it for him to understand. "This is a time loop..You’re just going to have to go with me on this, I already know Y/n is game,but you Dean, you just have to, you owe me that much!” I started to get worked up. “Calm down–” This made me snapped. “Don’t tell me to calm down! I can’t calm down. I can’t. Because…” This made them look at me concerned. “What?What is it?” Y/n asked. “Because you die, today, both of you.” Dean did the pfft thing “I’m not gonna die. Not today. And N/n sure as hell is not gonna die!”

I comb a hand through my hair.. “Twice now I’ve watched both of you die, and I can't— I won’t do it again, okay? You’re just going to have to believe me. Please.” Dean finally started to understand and nodded with a sigh. “All right. I still think you’re nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”

 Walking down the street again Dean spoke.. “So you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?” I just nodded my head as I flinched a bit at the barking dog and the blonde chick. “Before Y/n said maybe it’s the real deal, you know? That going to the mystery spot trapped us or me and I’m missing in this time anomaly.” I said reciving a glance from Y/n she seemed to be deep in thought about it. “We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.” Panic went through me. “No no no no no, we can’t.” They both stopped to stare. “Why not?” Dean asked but the words couldn’t come out. “We die don’t we. Die breaking in at night.” Y/n said as I nod. “That was the first time.” She looked around. “Us dying at the mystery spot must have triggered something.” Dean seemed to swallow a lump in his throat.

 "Huh. Okay, let’s go now.“ Dean starts forward about to cross when I rushes after him and grabs him before he runs into the street. The green car zooms past."Stay out of the way!” A shout came from the speeding car as a moving truck past by a second later in the opposite direction.We stare after the car Dean begins to laugh until he sees my face. “Wait, did he –?” He trailed off. “Yesterday. Yeah.” He looked at me with a smirk. “Did it look cool, like in the movies?” Irritated I speak “You peed yourself.” He looked embarrassed “Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!”

 Leaving the mystery spot we learned it was a fake,but how? “Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought - it’s full of crap.” Dean scoffed as he walked next to me Y/n infront of us. “Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?” I ask him it made no sense. “I don’t know. All right, let me just – So, every day we die.” He gestures to him and our sister. “Yeah.” I said. “Then you wake up,again?” Y/n spoke up. “Yeah.” I answered. “Who dies first? Maybe if we know we can be on alert.” I point to Dean as she nods. “So let’s just make sure I don’t die. If I make it to tomorrow then so does Y/n, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out.” He mused I looked at hom hopefully. “It’s worth a shot. I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight.” I nod feeling anxious I don’t know what’s a threat yet. “How about that Chinese place?” N/n asked as she turned to look at us walking backwards. “I was thinking tacos.” Dean said and then got flattened by a falling desk. The mover on the ground is holding a snapped rope as the rushing cog sound echoed in the silence looking up he sees the other half of the rope slipping of of a large pully system and falling down hitting Y/n killing her with the blunt force of it hitting her head straight on creaking her skull. Her body hit the ground with a thud. Why god?

 H̵e̸a̸t̸ ̷øf̷ ̸t̵h̶e̸ ̵m̴o̷m̵e̶n̷t̶

Sitting up I see Dean but my uneven breathing caused me to lay back down. I heard the shower cut off and the sound of pills in a bottle. Y/n must have gotten a headache this time.

At the diner I look at them both in despair after explaining it again. “So, uh … If you’re stuck in "Groundhogs Day”, why? What’s behind it?“ I shrugged "Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now I’m not so sure.” I said as Y/n look at me with empathy. “Why don’t we start changing things now if we go off of what normally happens it might break it."  Dean smiled at that. "Yeah well, nothing’s set in stone. You say we order the same thing every day, right?” He asked me. “Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon and Y/n the same with a extra side of sausage.”

Doris came with their plates and he took Y/n’s extra plate of sausage for his own. “See? Different day already. You see, if we decide that I am not gonna die – I’m not gonna die neither is N/n.” Y/n eats the odd pig n a pork as Dean stabs a sausage link with his fork and bites into it. He only chews for a second before choking. “Dean. Dean?!” I said panicked as I look at Y/n who has her head layed down on the table pink form flowing from mouth. Looking into the serving window I saw rat potion box on it’s side open.

 Ḣ̷̢̯̤͚̪̥̞̖̔e̴̥̓͐̽̋̀͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟̞͊͐̓ ̵̧͎̞̺́̒̄̓̾̀̚ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f̵̛̼̝̜̅̒ ̸͙̱͇̦̞̯̤̠̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̱̘̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦̖͕͈͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̡̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t̵͕̱͚͛͘͜ͅ

Dean was in the shower as Y/n stood brushing her teeth at the sink. “You mean we can’t even go out for breakfast?” He asked from the bathroom. “You’ll thank me when it’s Wednesday!” I said looking out the window. “Whatever that means you weirdo. Shit!” Y/n said she dropped something. A slick sound followed by a thud sounded in the bathroom a shocked gasp of Dean’s name was cut short by a crash.

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

Hot pot of coffee was thrown in Y/n’s face missing some angry girls boyfriend after Dean intervened in their argument getting bashed over the head with a napkin dispenser.

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

 "Does this taco taste funny to you?“ Dean asked as Y/n ran to the bathroom her face pale. The sound of someone throwing up came from behind the closed as Dean feel face first on the table chocking on vomit,

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

Dean is in the bathroom as Y/n stands as the small kitchen sink. "Damnit!” She dropped her ring in the sink reaching down the drain Dean plugs in his electric razor and gets electrocuted as the garbage disposal turns on causing Y/n to scream

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

“Sam what’s different about today then last time?” I looked at Y/n away from my laptop at the diner. “The only thing that changes is how and when you guys die. Nothing’s never the same,but everything else happens exactly how it’s suppose to unless we interfere.” I said for what seemed like the hundredth time she asked as Dean eats his greasy bacon. “This must be the work of a djinn but it’s making you see a nightmare instead of a dream.” Y/n suggest pulling out dad’s journal heard that one. “But if this loop is too seamless maybe a trickster they can mess with reality maybe you pissed off the one at the campus.” I shook my head. “Tricksters are addicted to sweets there’s no way a Trickster is here and kept this up without eating a load of sugar. The things they eat won’t be a effect of a illusion either so evidence would be littered everywhere. ” I said as I typed away. She looked at me a grin as she brushes her nose with her finger. “Bingo!” Y/n said excitedly “Look at anyone eating anything sweet. Hell hold a child with a lollipop at gun point if you must!” Her words sunk in I’ve been looking for witches, djinn, but not tricksters as I ruled it out.

It was close to the end of the day the three of us were at the diner at night the only place in the vicinity of where the loop takes place. “What are we even looking for, Sammy?” Dean asked as he shinned a light around as Sam was looking through cabinets and in the trash. “Candy wrappers. Empty pudding cup. A whole thing of raw cookie dough! Anything sweet that can fuel a trickster into making flawless illusion.” I said as the lights in the kitchen flicked on and the cook looked at them in shock as he dropped a bag of something glass before anger took over his orbs. A fight broke out between him and Dean. The sound of air whooshing a meat clever came in contact with his chest Dean was promptly pushed to the side as the cook handles the next closest  intruder, Y/n. I try keeping him away from her but he threw me back the back of my head hitting the counter he was dead set on her. Grabbing a handful of Y/n’s h/c hair he dragged her to the opposite side of the kitchen in front of me the bubbling of oil almost made me want to scream in frustration. Pushing her face first she kicked her legs trying to hit him, but after a minute her body went limp as she slipped off hitting the floor. She was unrecognizable. I look away and see a glimpse of what was in the trash bag.

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

My eyes snapped open. Maple! Getting up quickly Dean looks at me strangely as I hurried to get dress and quickly grabbed supplies. Y/n stepped out of the bathroom with a wet rag on her face groaning. “My face feels like it was set on fire.” She muttered her words muffled as she flops on the bed. Dean walked over to her flipping her over I saw a flash of burnt and bubbling skin before it seemed to heal over till all I saw was her face tense in pain. “Stop whining you fine ,N/n we got a mystery spot to invade.” He gently slapped her cheeks I could tell she bit her tongue holding in a cry of pain. “You’re right let’s go.” We walked to the dinner as we sit down I look at the five tables that order pancakes one puts only a little and he always uses such a small amount ,the second and third was for children and they drowned them in chocolate syrup and maple making them get scolded by their parents, a women poured some on her blueberry pancakes, but she always did that it wasn’t enough to fuel a full town illusion, the last guy didn’t even have maple.

I paused he always had maple syrup with his stack of pancakes. Abruptly standing up I go after the man. “Woah! Woah! What’s wrong?” Y/n asked as Dean finally got out the booth letting her up too. “Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he’s having strawberry?” I say as he walks past us in the window. “It’s a free country. Man can’t choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?” Dean said sarcastically. “Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me."  I rush after him as they follow. "What’s in the bag?”

 I grab the man slamming him into the fence, and put the tip of the wooden stake at his throat. “That what’s in the bag.” Y/n mumbled to Dean. “Hey!” The guy exclaimed. “I know who you are. Or should I say, what.” The trickster faked fear. “Oh my god, please don’t kill me.” He begged Dean came behind me trying to stop me like he did before. That didn’t end well. “Sam, maybe you should—” I quickly cut him off. “No! Y/n told me there’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops in fact you’d pretty much have to be a god. You’d have to be a Trickster.” The man started to try and reason with me. I’m tired of the games. “Don’t lie to me! I know what you are! We’ve killed one of your kind before!”

His face stared to morph and my eyes widened. “Actually, bucko, you didn’t.” We looked at him shocked. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked Dean and Y/n next to me weapons trained on him. “You’re joking, right? You chuckleheads, minus sugar drop over there, tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this?” He looked at me like I’m dumb. “And Hasselback, did he try and kill you too?” Y/n asked. “That putz? Oh sweetcheeks, He said he didn’t believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one.” His laugh rung out at his past actions that drew us to the town. “Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town.”

 I was angry. “So this is fun for you? Killing Dean and Y/n over and over again?” I asked he held up his hand. “One, yes. It is fun I mean have you seen the ways Dean dies. Two not so fun with her I kinda like Y/n more then you morons. And three? This is so not about killing them. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your big brother and baby sister die, every day? Forever?” The pressure on the stake increased. “You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you.” He puts his fingers in a snapping motion threatening to start the day over. “How long will it take you to realize? You can’t save your brother. No matter what you do. How long does it take to understand that you’re to busy trying to save him you’re killing your sister?” I scoffed. “Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now.” Blood trickled from his neck. “Oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can’t take a joke, fine. You’re out of it. Tomorrow, you’ll wake up and it’ll be Wednesday. I swear.”

 I wasn’t convinced. “You’re lying.” It can’t be that easy. “If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner.” I look at my siblings about to answer when he snapped and they day fades away.

“I started a joke which started the whole world crying” The radio blared. I shot up and looked around. “What, you gonna sleep all day?” Dean said from the bathroom as Y/n walked in with a to-go bag with the diners name on it. “Sleeping beauty’s finally up.” She said with a smirk sitting the bag down. As the music quieted down a bit. “No Asia?” I asked. “Yeah, I know. This station is all sad crap sorry it doesn’t have your favorite.” Dean chuckled as song played.

“But I didn’t see that the joke was on me, oh no.”

I look at the clock and it read Wednesday thank God. “It’s Wednesday!” I said excitedly “Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, will you? I’m ready to watch TV” He said as he walked towards Y/n. I grinned. “What, are you kidding me? This isn’t the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard?” Y/n looked at me weird. “You told me you hate this song?” She said getting boxed food out. “Yeah, How many Tuesdays did you have?” I gave a large sigh. “One to many.” Dean was about to open his when I make him stop.. “All right. Pack your stuff, let’s get the hell out of town. Now.” He look upset. “Right now? Can’t we enjoy some breakfast?” I shake my head. “No breakfast. Pack it up.”

 Third Person (real quick)

 Dean stands next to Y/n just talking someone’s foots steps come from behind them. There was no time to register what happened when a gunshot fired followed by a scream. “Dean! Y/n!” A distant voice shouted rushing outside. Y/n was cradling Dean’s upper body as blood pooled on the asphalt. “No, no, no no no, hey, hey, come on, not today, not today, this isn’t supposed to happen today, come on!” Sam realizes Dean is dead no heat of the moment no second chance he’s dead.

 Sam POV

It’s been six months since Dean got shot I dropped Y/n off at Bobby’s figuring she’d be safer. I was listening to old voice mails as I sat in a motel room.

10+ voice mails

“…it’s been two months N/n left after you stopped picking up your phone. She already lost one brother and now she lost the other. Last I heard she handled a nest down in Wisconsin.”  She’ll be fine.

Message Deleted 9+ New Voice Mails

“Sammy I know you’re busy, but we can’t just stop huntin because of this trickster.” I haven’t stopped just more focused.

Message Deleted 8+ New Voice Mails

“Damn you Winchester’s! Answer the phone it’s been three months and Y/n was been taking larger cases solo. Get to her before she does a suicide mission!!” S-she will be fine I know it.

Message Deleted 7+ New Voice Mails

“Just took on a hoard of wendigos I didn’t know they could nest like vamps. I’m in Yellowstone if you were wondering.” She’s fine hunting big league Dean is gonna be proud.

Message Deleted 6+ New Voice Mails

“Four months! Y/n hasn’t been seen by anyone I’ve called every number I know and no one has seen her. God boy grow a pair and find her ya idjit!” Hidden from the world she’s fine. That sick bastard cant get her.

Message Deleted 5+ New Voice Mails

“Dean is in hell Sammy I gotta get him back this trickster is a dead end and we both know it. I need to get to the boss of hell if I want to get to De…just call me back.” She knows what she’s doing she’s got a good head on her shoulders.

Message Deleted 4+ New Voice Mails

“Sam it’s Bobby five months and still no word from either of y'all. I know you not dead yet. Come back here and Y/n will follow.” No she won’t she wouldn’t.

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“Bobby has tried calling me asking me to come home, but I can’t go back till you do. We only have each other. I’m trashing this phone tomorrow. ” I’ll get Dean back I promise, n/n.

Message Deleted 2+ New Voice Mails

“I’m done looking for you cause I know damn well you haven’t given me a second thought. Don’t try contacting this number. Bye Samuel.” She doesn’t need me. She’s safer away.

Message Deleted 1+ New Voice Mails

“I haven’t got a clue where your sister is, but I found him.”

Bobby looked around the mystery spot as I came in the older man hugged me ,but got no verbal response. As Bobby went on about a ritual my brown eyes analyzed him suspiciously. “I’ll go get it now.” I went to leave to get gallons of blood. “No I won’t let you kill a innocent person.” He hands the knife to me. “Yeah, okay Bobby.” The older man turned around as I took out a stake putting the knife at his throat and stake through his back ,but that wasn’t the man that raised us. As he disappeared the stake flinging behind me over my shoulder.

 The trickster stood behind me giving a large smirk with the stake in his hand. “I gotta say I’m impressed I guess after a few hundred Tuesdays you caught wind of a trick when you saw one.” The shorter man chuckled. “Bring him back.” My words laced in a threatening tone. “Who, Dean? Or Y/n? Dean’s dead in the dirt six feet under. He ain’t coming back. His soul’s downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak. As for Y/n running herself into the grave.” Sam looked shocked at his words. “Y/n isn’t dead only Dean what are you on about!? Just take me back to Tuesday! No. Wednesday” She was on the other side of the country probably in a motel room or faking a story to get into the morgue I just needed to go back to Wednesday to fix everything. “I thought Dean had a thick skull you don’t get it do you? There was a reason you were stuck in a loop a lesson to learn. You can’t save your brother and you ,not me you, are killing your sister. Poor girl all alone.” It seemed to go in one ear at out the other. “Just take me back and I won’t hunt you down I swear.” The short man rolled his eyes this wasn’t even fun anymore. “You want your brother back so bad. Have him.” Snapping his fingers Sam woke up.

 “I started a joke which had the whole world crying.” Sam smiled as he sat up seeing Dean. “But I didn’t see that the joke was on me ,oh no.” He looked at the door waiting for Y/n to walk in with breakfast like last time, but in never happened. “Hey where’s N/n?” He asked confused. Dean looked at Sam. “She got a different room last night why don’t you check on her.” He said dismissively. Somethings not right. Getting dressed he walked to her room. This motel room was unavailable on Monday night ,but how did she get it when they didn’t get it before. Unlocking the door he looked at the room it looked odd like she was shacked up her for weeks and not just a night. Pictures plastered the wall of the mystery spot then different supernatural creatures. Walking over to the bed he saw dad’s journal and opened it a off white paper was hidden in between the old pages.

 “Wednesday,May 14

To Sam,

its been months since Dean has died I came back here almost half a year since last time. I don’t know when you’ll see this note or if you ever will ,but I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I never thought I’d end up alone it’s silly really I always thought that Me, you, and Dean would go down together in Winchester type glory guns blazing, but the glue that held us together was gone and we no longer had each other. I hunted to make the emotionally pain go away hell I sold my soul to the Demon king just to stop feeling everything, but this place brought back all the pain not of Dean’s death only the physically stuff my body is in so much pain like I’ve died a thousand times and it’s all crashing onto me at once it hurts so much Sammy I thought not feeling would stop it, but it didn’t make me any less human. I want it to stop all of it to stop the guilt, the pain. I’m so sorry I love you so much Samantha.

Y/n Winchester”

 Sam dropped the note as he looked around the room frantically pill bottles from aspirin to morphine littered the bedside tables clothes were scattered around the floor, but everything seemed to be there the bathroom or door was closed trying to turn the handle it was locked banging on the door with as much for as possible it caved, but the sight was horrific. Her skin was pale scars littered her body, but the cause for the lack of completion were the vertical cuts from her wrist to the nook of her elbow one arm was over the edge of the tub while the other turned the cold water a red dark enough the only thing seen was a outline of her body. His scream was earth shattering as if he has never seen her die before, but he doesn’t get another chance like before he can’t beg the trickster to be merciful and allow her to live to go back exactly to the Wednesday before save them both. Sam would give anything to go back to Tuesday, because this was so much worse.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I never thought I’d be so alone.” - Grey’s Anatomy

A/n: This shit was depressing, but I wanted to make the lesson evident that Sam cant save everyone.

Update:

Part two: Thank God It’s Friday

YOUAREWEREMINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love….even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter…and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. “Come on Babe dress up a little.” He said tightening the suspenders straps.

“You know I don’t like Halloween.” Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. “Too bad guess I can’t give you your treat.” The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. “If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?” He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. “Hmmm….If I get to pick the shirt.” Sam chuckled and nodded. He’ll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words ‘Just the tip. I Promise.’ And a knife. “This has to be your best work, N/n.” Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam’s accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him “Sammy?” He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. “Woah. Hi I’m Dean Rapunzel’s older brother. You must be his roommate…” The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. “…I just love Scooby-Doo.~” Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. “Dean this N/n my boyfriend” A confused look crossed his face. “Where’s Jess you girlfriend?” He asked. “She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in.”

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. “You’re way out of my brothers league.” Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. “Why are you here Dean?” There was a pause of silence. “Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” The blonde said before it was shot down. “Let me rephrase. Dad’s on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days.” With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. “I’ll be right back.” His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. “Fucking Winchester’s.” He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. “If he goes I go.” He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. “Sam what’s going on?” M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. “Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn’t bother to pick up.” Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. “You know what’s Monday right?! You can’t just not show up it’s your dream on the line, Babe!” M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. “I know…you’re right and I’ll be back on Monday.” We walked out of the building. “Promise to call me when you get there.” The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. “I promise.” With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. “I don’t give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it’s one am you idjit!” The familiar voice rung out. “Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby.” M/n chuckled and the older man’s breath caught in his throat. “Well I’ll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?”

“Glad you didn’t trash this number.”

“What are you calling for boy its still 1am?” Bobby asked.

“ I need to pick up my truck. I’m going hunting.”

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn’t pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam’s distressed voice. “M/n now is not a good time. I’m so cold hold me” A voice spoke over Sam’s. “Who the hell was that?!” I heard a loud hissing noise. “Sam!” That’s when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he’ll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. “Hello, handsome. What’s the rush?” Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man’s eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. “You’re the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he’ll be home and dead by the time you arrive.” M/n’s breath caught in his throat. “Liar. I’m not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn’t take a genius to see they weren’t the only one’s. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?” He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. “Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don’t know, alive is getting in the way.” The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man’s chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. “But I’m a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can’t be a protective boyfriend if your dead.”

“What will happen to me if I agree?” That’s when a sick smile pulled on his lips. “You become a demon. No a demon doesn’t possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?” He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. “Deal.” The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. “You are mine.” He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam’s number. It went to voice mail. “Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know…I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me…so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you.”

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn’t even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. “Are you sure this is the place?” Sam asked his brother. “Dad said this was it. Load up.” Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn’t feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. “You boys never questioned a thing didn’t even hesitate to come inside!” He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. “This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!” Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. “Oh, honey bear! Come say hi.” The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man’s cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n’s a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he’s with enemy that took their dad’s body as a meat suit.

“Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!” John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. “Oh the things he’s done would make Lucifer blush.” Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. “You’re not useful to me dead Sammy boi.” The demon circled him. “What’s the best kind of torture, love?” M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. “Physiological.” Sam didn’t notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. “Where were Sammy?” A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. “I needed you!” A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. “You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!” The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam’s face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!’ Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. ”You are mine.“

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A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged:@spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

Tagged:@thisismysecrethappyplace&@spnquotebingo

My Aesthetics:

She’s A Forest Fire–no one-shot -no fandom

These Lips Are Sealed–has a one-shot -spn

Just Like Him–has a one-shot -spn

Blind Type Of Love–Clint Barton x Disabled!Reader

Summary: Its been awhile after his divorce so Nat sets him up on a blind date. What are friends for after all.

Simple Mistake–Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: A date night takes a downward spiral over a small mix up. But when you see the girl you love with another you tend to jump to conclusions.

Love And Marriage–Tony x Reader

Summary: Marriage without love loses it’s meaning and Tony took everything he had for granted. He could only cheat some much before she left.

What You Want–Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is one thing, but also falling for his boyfriend is whole different thing. It’s wrong, it’s selfish, she should want this…should she?

Tag You’re It– Stephan Strange x Mutant!Reader

Summary: It’s game night at the tower and the Avengers drop like flies at the mercy of the youngest Stark. A night full of fun just leads to a confection.

Red Hair and Black LaceNatasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: Stark Parties always lead to something. Like a bedroom.

These Lips Are Sealed–Sam Winchester x Cursed!Reader

Summary: A curse can be the cause of pain and suffering, but it could lead you I to the arms of your savior

Beauty Sleep –Castiel x Archangel!Reader

Summary: A being with enough power to have God himself on edge had to be put to rest. Now is the time to wake her up.

Just Like Him–Dean Winchester x Singer!Reader

Summary: Dean was reckless and never thinks things through running in guns blazing, but when that puts the reader in danger will he do what it takes to save her? He is a Winchester after all.

Did You Just Purr?!– Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Jack has been in pain and looking toward shis father for answers he find his solution. His soulmate Y/n Winchester to ease him through it.

Prime Time,Bitch!– Demon!Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Summary: Demon!Dean had just enough to get out from the demon trap. Leaving him and his little sister alone trapped. She’s always been a fan of scary movies time for her try and live one.

Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged:@spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-“Thoughts”-(they are red for those who can see)“Quotes”‘Reading’

“I’ll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood.” Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. “Yeah I got it get some food to!” Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn’t know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women’s skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn’t cut on yet which was weird. “God damnit.” She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don’t turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he’s become won’t let her get help. She changed course to Sam’s panic room to hide.

“Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don’t you miss me?” A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she’s going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don’t have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.“– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!” Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled “Here’s Johnny!!!” It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. “What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school.”

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me…my conscience. I could speak,but she could she’s in my head after all. –"You can’t run. There’s nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went.“– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can’t go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren’t in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn’t know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam’s room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–” Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There’s not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for.“– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy’s door he did to yours it’s not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she’s trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There’s only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn’t hear that heavy ass door close?” He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn’t in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he’s distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. “Found you.” He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -“Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?” Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can’t call Sam and prying to Cas hasn’t worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn’t the best option. “Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I’m what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?” Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow’s hunt so you wouldn’t have to…you’re welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam’ I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low…all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. “Welcome to my nightmare!~” He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. “Carful dear wouldn’t want to lose you head.” Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. “You little bitch!!!” He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn’t normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. “What’s so funny?” I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. “You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?” Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it “Let’s play.” Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes…a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.’- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. “What a excellent day for an exorcism.” Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. “Would you like that?” I said aloud with a grin. “Intensely.” Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. “There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile.” It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. “The crooked man stepped forth and… rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul… spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family… and laughed a crooked laugh.” My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn’t register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she’s running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. “Thanks for catching it for me.” I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. “Oh,no tears,please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam’s name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. “Looks like you couldn’t make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long.” Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. “See you soon.” Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. “Y/n?! Y/n!?” He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. “Oh God! Y/n come on!” The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. “You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn’t enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show.” I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. “You didn’t make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf…like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could.” Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. “Sure you won’t give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out.” Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. “Demons always so sure that what’s dead is dead and can’t be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. ” so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. “Let’s get this over with.” She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. “You should be dead.” I hissed as she pushed the needle in. “Sorry. I’m into survival.”

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: “Prime Time,Bitch!” Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

“Here’s Johnny!” -The shinning

“Would you like to play a game?” - Saw

“…be afraid. Be very afraid”- The fly

“Welcome to my nightmare.”- Nightmare on Elm Street

“..lose your head.” Alice in Wonderland

“Wanna play?”- Child’s Play

“What a excellent day for an exorcism…Would you like that?….Intensely.” - The Exorcist

“There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile.” It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. “The crooked man stepped forth and… rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul… spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family… and laughed a crooked laugh.” - The Conjuring 2

“Oh,no tears,please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” - Hellraiser

“See you soon.” - Coraline

“She called your name before she went,but I guess…” -Hadestown

“…what’s dead is dead and can not me undead.” -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

“I’m into survival.” ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

Love And Marriage

Spnquotebingo@spnquotebingo

Quote: You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people.–Lucifer

Mostly Memory: slant/bold. Quote:small/bold

“What the hell, Anthony!” She yelled scaring both brunettes in the bed she shared with him. The women who looked half her age scrambled off the bed in a rush and ran out of the room getting dressed as she ran out the tower. This time she was throwing objects at the genius screaming and swearing every word under the sun. And yes this wasn’t the first time, but its sure as hell will be the last. “How could you do this to me!? Time and time again I forgive and you do it again!!” She tried taking control of her emotions, but they over took her and laid everything out on the table.

Tony slipped on his clothes yelling back and forth with his wife. It was a screaming match that all of New York could hear. “Maybe if you weren’t such a controlling bitch I wouldn’t need to rush into the arms of a women that would get off my back!” He yelled back and she was stunned into silence. Tony continued talking. “Ever since we been together you’ve been trying to change who I am and I got sick of it, but you were America’s golden girl I couldn’t dump you. You just couldn’t take the hint ,sweetheart.” He finished his intoxicated words got the better of him, but drunk words were sober thoughts and maybe this is exactly how he felt after all these years.

“I want a divorce.” She said her voice shaking not wanting to cry in front of the man she loved and she thought loved her back. “What?!” He turned on his heels and stared at her the shouting didn’t sober him up, but those four words did. “What did you say?” He asked as if he didn’t hear her. “I’m through, Tony. I’m tired of this back and forth. You said it yourself your not willing to change your partying playboy ways so I’m through.” She said as she went to get her phone to call her brother. “I want a divorce.” Those were the final words uttered to him before she stopped talking to him all together taking off the ring made from the metal of his original reactor the diamond glowing the same blue that lulled her to sleep. Y/n twirled the ring in-between her fingers a nervous habit after the years.

Steve got to the tower from his apartment along with Bucky and Sam. His two friends walked into her bedroom to hear Tony shouting and pleading for her to listen to him. Steve went to his sister as his friends pulled the thrashing man out of the room and to a different part of the building so he could cool off. Tony in the end didn’t calm down and was getting violent to the point they had to knock him out and by then Y/n was getting packed with the help of Steve

The suitcase was harshly zipped up as she rushed closing it. Tears flowed freely down her face as she packed all her things well all the things she bought herself. She wasn’t running, running was for cowards she was escaping before she drowned herself in whatever kind of love she once had with her husband. Y/n breathed in through her nose as her body convulsed with another fit of silent sobs. Trying to calm down she wanted to get think clear. Did she really want to leave? No, but he didn’t give her much of a choice. The light tan line on her finger just further proved she wasn’t turning back…not this time. Not even for him. Y/n needed time to think without the threat of the end of the world and out from under her now ex’s crushing ego.

She was shacking with anger and in grief it happened again and she was done with it all. Tony fucking Stark her husband, lover, best friend cheated on her again for the third time that she knew of. Y/n saw it she was always there at the wrong time almost like he wanted her to see how pleased he was with another. Steve came out of the bathroom with more hygiene products. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” He asked for what feels like the hundredth time. Steve knew Y/n wasn’t okay he could see it and the sight made him want to rip Stark a new one. With a deep inhale she looked up at him with s slight smile as real as she could make it. “I’m okay I just need to get out of here. Fresh air. New scenery if possible.” She said as she looked longingly at a picture on the nightstand not noticing that her brother left with her bags while she stared off. The picture was of her fifth date with Tony after being together as boyfriend and girlfriend for two years, a light festival their first openly public date for cameras to capture them together making it official. America’s Sweetheart with a Playboy billionaire…that headline alone should have been the first of many red flags.

The memory played vividly in her mind. Her eyes shined like stars as she dragged him behind her. It was still light outside and the small park was crowded. “Come on, Tones!” She said excitedly as she dragged him along. Many people looked at them and whispered, but they didn’t care. They spent the night talking about any and everything it felt so natural. Y/n stared into the sky on their picnic blanket having already painted her lantern with a good amount of wet paint still on her hands. “We’ve been on what feels like a million dates and this seems like the perfect one to ask you. Will you marry me?” Tony said holding a black velvet box with a f/c diamond ring. “I thought you’ll never ask!” She pulled him into a kiss paint covering his cheeks as lanterns where released. He kissed back hands resting on her hips. “Let’s go home Mrs.Stark-Rogers.” Tony said with a smile. “Well come on then Mr.Rogers-Stark.” He was once again dragged away. “No no no my name first Steve will not hold that over me!” Y/n giggled as the memory faded into a much older one.

The twelve year old girl was getting her hair brushed by her mother. “Mama what’s love like. I know you love daddy so what’s it like?” She asked it’s been two years since her father died ,but her mother always said she stilled loves him. “Love is a amazing feeling that doesn’t happen often and sometimes it can hurt.” The blonde women said to her daughter she couldn’t tell her wanting love cost more then giving it. “Why will it hurt?” The young h/c girl asked turning around. “You’re to young to know right now, but at some point you will.” By the time Y/n turned fifteen she learned that loving someone can hurt after she stood next to her brother and best friend looking at the slab of stone that marked their mother’s grave.

The first time it happened she was pissed, but not at the right person at the time. The second red flag.. Screams are what filled the house as Y/n threw clothes at the tramp that was in bed with her drunk husband. She was so anger, but that just hid the pain she was feeling three years for him to cheat. After shutting the half clothes harlot out on the front porch of the Malibu home she stormed back to Tony. He stayed in his boxers on the bed looking dazed he was drunk. “Why?” Is all she could ask as tears fell down her cheeks. The billionaire stood up and walked toward her he wiped her tears. “I’ll change. I promise.” He kissed her head. She believed him she had faith that he couldn’t change for them. After all Y/n did the same she gave up being a hero along side her brother because he told her he already worries about getting home to her as Ironman no need to add the stress of not knowing if she’ll get home. So she hung up her red, white, and blue catsuit for him.

After a year Y/n sat in her art studio wear she sold her and other rising artist artwork after Tony said she shouldn’t paint in the tower,she painted with her brother laughing messing with colors. She was thankful she put down plastic tarp beforehand a giggle rang out when Natasha walked through the door. Without saying anything she drops a magazine on the table of brushes next to Y/n. On the cover was Tony kissing some red head though a window tears welled in her eyes as she wiped her hands he eyes not leaving the cover till it was picked up off the table. Natasha comforted her as Steve took the magazine and paced. “ Am I stupid for trusting him? Thinking he would change?” She asked as the waterworks flowed. “No ,if anyone is stupid its him. Ever since he came out as Ironman he thought he was untouchable. God imma kill him!” The red head said while Steve was flexing his hand not wanting to hit any of the stored art pieces. The third red flag for all to see.

The bus rocked back and forth as she looked over at her brother sleeping next to her. They were heading to the airport and he was going to see her off before possibly killing Tony. Speaking of she looked down at her phone and saw dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unread text. She felt that the world was so much bigger after leaving, after getting away from the place that no longer felt like a home. Turning back to the window a memory came to surface as a teenage girl sat on the bus watching old Brooklyn go by. She thought life was so slow she wanted to grow up faster and experience life. Y/n wanted to find love like her parents had. “What are you thinking about doll?” She turned and in Steve’s place was Bucky her adoptive big brother. “Nothing important, James.” She said with a sigh as the old modeled cares turned back to modern vehicles and yellow taxi’s.

Tony woke up and ran around the tower while calling and texting his wife. “Friday track Y/n’ s phone. He said as he went to the lab to get in his suit. "She’s as NYC airline.” The irish voice answered as he stepped into the suit letting it close around him. Before the hatch could open completely he was flying out of the tower to the airport. “Any idea which flight?” He asked wanting to get there before it’s to late. “No boss, but the next flight leaving is heading for U.K and boarding in fifteen minutes.” Time was running out he needed ever second he could spare. “We’ll make it in ten.” That night Ironman flew to save whatever he had left.

Y/n held her ticket in her shaking hands her breath uneven. Steve left after the bus dropped her off they said their goodbyes not making the separation hurt any less. Her thoughts came back to Tony all the good times made her smile, but the dark clouds took them over soon after. It felt so right to be in his arms thinking about the future they had with each other within seconds that became a distant memory. What’s sad is she wants to go back wondering if she held on to those moments longer they’ll last forever. The ring she slipped back on her finger weighed a ton. Y/n didn’t have the strength to take it off not for good at least and this made her feel weak. Pain was heavy in her heart from the constant ache, but the little voice kept saying maybe if we tried harder he would have loved us the way we love him, maybe rushing into a relationship wasn’t the best idea, maybe he’s happier without us ,maybe not telling him about the positive test was the best option ,maybe…maybe.

A hand resting on her stomach she wanted to laugh, but that would have brought on a fresh wave of tears. She started off the day without Tony in bed and sicker then she’s been since her pre-serum years. Y/n went to the doctor completely covered form any prying eyes and the test were clear she couldn’t believe it she took about ten test in her studio bathroom before heading back to the tower. Howard warned her and Steve that the serum might sterilize them, but at the time both of them were to small and sickly and she knew getting pregnant might kill her anyways so they both agreed to it. Y/n wished she could hug the man today he made her better and let her have a gift she never thought was possible. A baby was growing inside her. Tony never really talked about kids and neither did she since that wasn’t a possibility before, but the moment she held five of the clearer test she wanted to rush into his arms and have him be the first to know. That quickly fell apart that evening and now she’s here.

The suit landed out side the airport and Tony immediately ran out of it into the building looking through his tented shades he followed the path Friday set for him rushing through security. “Now boarding flight A145 to United Kingdom. Ahora aborda—” The intercom rang out. He was running out of time. There he saw h/c hair one of a couple dozen in line due to the oddly timed flight. “Y/N!!” Many heads turned at the shout while so gasped and whispers started. She looked at him and froze. His eyes looked bloodshot and he wore baggy sweats and a AC/DC shirt. Turning back around she tried to get on the plane quicker, but a hand grabbed her arm. “Please listen to me. I’m so so sorry! I’m a fucking moron okay? I know I just keep screwing up between us and I know you’re tired of me saying I’ll change, but if it means I keep you in my life I’ll do damn near anything.” Tony’s voice shook as his eyes welled with tears people crowed to see the Starks some seemed to clued in on the subject while others were lost. “You can’t fix this Tony. There’s nothing to fix between us you said your piece and actions speak louder then words there is no saving this.” Y/n whimpered holding her hand in her own.

“I can save us, N/n! Please just give me a chance too. You and me against the world right?” She shook her head no as she looked into his brown eyes with her glassy e/c ones. “Wrong. You just don’t get it do you? You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people. And I gave you more then enough chances to change because God I changed so much for you!! I gave up saving people, gave up painting in the tower, stopped helping Pepper with business, stopped going to briefings, and so much more. All for you and you couldn’t do one thing for me.” With quivering hands she gently brushed the tears from his cheeks letting her hands go from his shoulders to his hands. “I loved you, Anthony. I always will have a special place in my heart for you, but clearly the same doesn’t go for you.” Y/n now held one of his hands bringing his knuckles to her lips giving them a chaste kiss.

She let go of his hand as she stepped back from him many of the passengers having already boarded the plane. “Don’t say goodbye.” He said voice small and weak. “…don’t think of this as a goodbye. We just met at the wrong time in the wrong place. Maybe I’ll come back to you and just maybe we can start again from the beginning, but until then this is a see you later.” She turned and went on board as he stood their feet glued the the floor. Looking down at the hand she held the ring sat in his palm she left him with a piece of his heart while she took the rest with her. What is a marriage withoutlove

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A/n this is the second to last one before the full masterlist is posted. Fyi I wrote a happy ending and if it’s really wanted I’ll make a short one-shot of it but angst ending for now.

Next quote is a free space and I’m going ham!!!!

Squares: Game Night(Truth or dare) & Quote

Marvel and Supernatral Bingo, Spnquotebingo

Paring: Stephen Strange x Mutant Reader(at the end)

Warnings?: Intense tag,touching?, and cursing

Tagged:@spnquotebingo&@thisismysecrethappyplace

“Someone slapped my ass!?!” “LaNgUaGe!” “Give it a rest.” Was shouted throughout the tower.

~One Hour Before~~~

It was game night at the Avengers compound and that meant chaos and the lucky one to pick the game of the night was the famous (S/n). Friday closed all the window and left all doors open,but the front. It was pitch black except for the black light that replaced the florescent on the ceiling everything was neon.

Each group of people had two colored hands that left a mark on a opponents suit. Team red/white paint has Steve,Bucky and Sam,team purple/green paint has Natasha,Wanda,and Clint,team yellow/orange paint has Tony,Stephen, and Peter. Bruce and Vision sat out since one can go through walls and the other can get stressed easily. Y/n wasn’t on a team though it was a special request her hands dawned pink and blue. Every one went to randomized floors of the tower as the two judges stayed in the common room looking at the scoreboard on the tv so when the game ends it will round up. Tag as many people as many times as possible each time someone is tagged they must go to a small check point before trying to tag again. Without further a due. “May the games begin. In 3….2….1….Play!” And that they did.

Y/n moved swiftly through the halls stopping when she sees movement in the corner of her eye almost giggling aloud. Peter was on the ceiling,but he seemed to have forgotten about the paint on his hands leaving a trail. Waiting in a low arch way for him to be more in her reach. Getting close she placed her hands on him in a non-threatening way causing his spidey sense to stay calm. “AHHH!!!” Peter screamed turning to see the older women. “Heya,Pete.” Squishing his cheeks covering them in paint she used her own powers to escape before he tagged her too. On to the next.

Using the neon lighting she traveled throughout the tower the glow leaving her as she re-materialized. Natasha and Wanda stood with the backs facing her. A wicked smile twisted on her face as she cleared her mind to not give herself away to the witch. Her hands grabbed the youngest female on the hips causing her to jolt.“Gotcha!” She smiled as she neon traveled away from the hand coming for her. “Almost had me,but Romanoff your playing my game.” That’s when the short spearing match began. Can’t let a open hand touch while also trying to get close enough to place their own mark.

Blocking was almost impossible for Y/n trying to avoid the right hand that almost smacked her. “A bitch slap is a cheap shot.” Lifting her hand she caught the redheads wrist before they can touch her shoulders. “How is she so good at this?” Nat asked herself as she started to walk off to a nearby check point. Time to hunt get the rest of the boys. It’s looks like its bird hunting season.

Clint sneaked off after his two teammates were tagged he hid in the vents,but a down and upside was it was pitch black which meant Y/n couldn’t use her powers and Clint couldn’t see were he was going. Shouting was heard below him on a floor he wasn’t sure about. “God dammit Sam you were suppose to be watching our backs!” Bucky yelled they both went to a check point. “I was looking!? She just popped up! Why do you think I have a fucking hand print on my face!!” Sam said at the same volume. Barton snickered speaking to himself lower then a whisper. “Ha,those idiots couldn’t cover themselves. Only amateurs never look behind them.” He said he glanced behind himself seeing dim black light from the vent cover. “Only morons never look in front of them.” A scream echoed through out the tower being carried by the vents and no one in the tower batted a eye at it.

The last remaining were Steve,Tony,and Stephen. Y/n hasn’t be tagged once while the two of the six original Avengers have been tagged once or twice dawning red and green paint. Steve wandered around trying to find his team or anyone to tag and just a floor above him the two goatee narcissistic men split up. The stare spangled man was face to face with the genius playboy. “So..it’s happening all over again.” The blonde said circling the brunette. “I guess it is,but you don’t have your Bucky bear to help you now.” Tony snarked seeing he had no team at the moment. “And you don’t have your suit what a shame I wanted a challenge.”

A small chuckle came from the corner of the room that went unheard as the charged towards one another. Y/n sat in the corner of the room quietly eating popcorn as she watch the fight. Everything was in Steve’s favor,but with Tony being smaller he can avoid and reach his appointed faster. With sigh she stood up it was fun while it lasted,but she needed to get them out. She slipped up behind Steve with neither of them noticing and her right hand came down fast as she darted away. “Someone just slapped my ass!” He yelped turning his head to look at the pink hand print. “LaNgUaGe.” Tony said mocking him. “That was five years ago can you give it a rest!?!” Before the brunette could deny his plea a hand smoked his cheek leaving blue. “Dammit sis!!! Why the face??!”

One last person Stephan was paint free and wanted it to stay that way. The doctor levitated off the ground and swiftly moved around the tower. The shirt he wore was given to him since he didn’t want paint on his actual clothes. Neon triangles over his chest made him able to be spotted,but also blend in with the rest of the halls. Stephan was about to turn the corner when he wrist were pinned to the wall. “Hello,Strange.” The figures that was completely black with neon outlining features. “L/n. Seems you’ve caught me by surprise.” He huffed getting ready to leave,but a squeeze to his still restrained wrist stopped him.

“You’re not leaving quite yet I won’t count that touch,but I finally got you alone.” A Chester sized grin pulled on her lips. “Levi a little help please?” She asked and the cloak left Stephen’s shoulders and proceeded to constrict his movements. “Really on her side?!” He hissed at the relic cursing under his breath. “Stop your whining!” The insults stopped as his gaze shifted back to her luminescent form. “Tony told me to go for it,but you were always nose deep in a book or too busy protecting the sanctum. Figured this is my chance.” Y/n sighed trying to rid herself of any nerves. “Y/n what are you talking abou—?!?”

His words died as she leaned forward and kissed him. Stephen was in shock his eyes wide before they drifted shut enjoying the moment. He was a man of logic,but no matter how many scenarios pop up or the infinite possibilities in the universe he could see never would the doctor have guessed that the girl that was there for him through it all would ever feel the same. “My brother told me…If you desire something,just take it. I’m kind of glad I took his advice!” Y/n said resting her forehead on his. A small giggle left her throat at the dazed look on his face.

“Oh and Stephen…tag you’re it.” With that she traveled away. Levi let him go as he looked at his chest. Two hand prints rested in the center of his disposable shirt glowed bright as he smiled. Tag was his new favorite game.

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A/n: One more to go…I wanted this square to be a bit different then others I’ve seen and who doesn’t like a mix of paint ball and tag?!

Quote: “If you desire something, just take it.” - Lucifer

Marvel & Supernatral Bing, Spnquotebingo

Squares: Love Triangle and quote

Stucky(established)x reader

Warnings?: Slight reckless endangerment,poly hate(fuck you Karen),mutual love,ect.

Note: f/d=Favorite drink

Steve and Bucky have been a item since kindergarten and nothing has changed. Sure their older and they no longer needed yo hide it,but the love hasn’t faded a bit. The only time they questioned their relationship was when a shield against walked into the base and saved them all on her own. Y/n is a last call agent and that means when shit really hits the fan and not even the best can handle it she swoops in to finish the job. Seeing agent L/n is a rarity and they’ll never admit it,but they’ve been taking riskier missions to see her. “Mr.Rogers and Mr. Barnes you’re needed in the meeting room. Immediately.” The Irish voice brought them out of their slumber. Steve was the first to get dressed and in the briefing room and froze up getting pushed forward by Bucky.

There she stood next to Fury in all of her glory. The blonde’s throat went dry as she made eye contact with him as he looked down at her lips and saw they were moving,but the captain’s mind was to preoccupied with how her uniform was instead replaced with causal clothes that fit oh so well. It was Nick’s voice that snapped him out of it. “Roger…Barnes take a seat.” He said nodding towards the table. Both of them sat next to each other in the closest chairs.

“We need to speak to you about resent missions. It’s clear to me that not only has success levels dropped,but that your team is unable to work flawlessly.” The dark skinned man said. Steve was about to defend himself and the others,but was cut of by Y/n as she stepped forward to speak. “That’s why I Captain Roger’s is joining the team as your superior. ” Her voice caused the duo to freeze. Bucky was the first to get up. “Welcome to the team,doll.” He said kissing her hand with a smirk. This was the start of something great.

TWO Months later~

It’s been two months since Y/n joined the team and to say it was crazy was a understatement on its own. Her mind was often clouded by thoughts of the two super soldiers,but doubt and denial soon chase them off. The 40’s men are together and are open about their relationship she didn’t stand a chance. Y/n was so confused with her friendship with them both. Bucky was a flirt and always would throw a pickup line followed by a sweet pet name. Steve was the complete opposite he was shy blushing whenever they were in a room together,but he showed that school boy crush vibe by the drawing her and rambling when he’s caught.

Y/n couldn’t be falling for both of them she’s work so hard to get where she was today and that alone got her more hate then love. So admitting her love to them was definitely not an option. What if they regretted her? Their work and personal relationships will be destroyed. What if the media found out? Reporters almost disbanded the Avengers on multiple occasions and almost had the two soldiers benched with the anti-lgbtq+ community which was a hefty amount.

She hated to do it,but she tapped into her training and shut of her emotions and boy did they notice that. Bucky walked up to her as she was hitting the punching bag. “Woah,doll. Punch that bag any harder I would think you’re trying to hit on me.” He said with a smirk within seconds it went away when he didn’t hear a snarky come back or even a giggle. The brunette looked closer and saw she wasn’t wearing ear buds of any kind. ‘Is she just ignoring me?’ He thought to himself. It stared that way for a week before he went to talk to Steve.

Steve wasn’t having much luck either. Whenever he tried to talk her he was shot down and every picture her drew for Y/n ended up back in his room within hours of dropping it off. She was cutting them out of her life faster then they could react. Now they only saw her in mission briefing not even the missions themselves anymore. The other members didn’t notice a change in her behavior towards them,but they did see the emotional shut down towards the 40’s men. “What did you two do?” The flaming redhead asked them alone.

“We didn’t do anything! She just started to ignore us and acts as if she doesn’t even know us.” Bucky defended himself and his husband just as lost as everyone else. “Can you talk to her Nat? You guys are best friends she’ll open up to you.” Steve suggested causing the women to sigh and nod. “Whatever we talk about it will stay between us. She’ll tell you when she feels like it.” She stated and held up her hand when they tried to deny. Natasha turned around and walked off to the agents floor to talk.

The ex assassin knocked on the door not even waiting for a response before going in. There sat Y/n drying off her hair with a towel. “Oh hey,Nat. Did you need something?” She asked the women looking at her through the mirror. “Just some questions.” She said with a serious undertone causing the h/c women to turn around. “About?” L/n was no dummy she knew a interrogation when she saw one. “Buck and Steve.” Y/n tried her best not to sigh as she nodded. “What about them?” She played dumb avoiding the question as much as possible. “About how one minute your all heart eyes for them then it like you don’t know them!” Natasha snapped causing her friend to run her face. Her feels for them were so obvious Nat saw it a mile away.

“That’s the problem Nat. I shouldn’t be giving both parties of the happily married couple heart eyes! It’s not right their my best friends I shouldn’t feel this way.” Her throat felt dry with her confession. “And who told you that load of crap?” The Russian rolled off her tongue with a venomous hissed. “At the party two weeks ago. This group of women I guess saw the way Bucky flirted with me and how Steve blushed when I complained him. When I went to the bar they came up to me asking all these questions and saying all these horrible things about them…”

This party started of not so crazy,but leave it to Tony Stark to get the music bumping to max level and people to get drunk of their asses to match that energy. I was wearing a dress,but I wasn’t in just casual clothes either. Bucky stood to my left his voice was coming out clear enough for me to hear. “If the music didn’t beat me to it I would have knocked you off your feet!” He flirted causing me to covet my mouth so I didn’t spit the [f/d] on the floor. “Buck stop your gonna make me choke.” I coughed a bit heat immediately rushed to my cheeks at the wiggle of his eyebrows. “Get you mind out of the gutter,James!” I said as I smoked his shacking shoulders.

Steve bushed up against my side as he slid back into his place to my right. “Sorry n/n that I had to leave you to soon. Sam wanted a rematch at pool.” He said with a sheepish smile. “Did you beat his ass again?” I asked with a grin. He rubbed the back of his neck looking down. “Well…he’s not the one fifty dollars richer.” This caused me to laugh and give him a peck on the cheek a light lipstick mark left in its place followed by red blush. “I’ll never doubt you again Mr.America.” The smile on my face not faltering as a tap on on my shoulder made me turn around. “Wheres my cheek kiss,doll?” Bucky faked a pout. “None for you,hun, just for Stevie.” With that the pout intensified with a small giggle I bring my drink to my lips only to be met by nothing. “I’m out you boy’s want anything?” They both shook their heads their glasses still decently filled with asgardian ale.

The bar was open not many people their since most of them were trying to get in Tony’s good graces or his pants one of the two. Leaning on the bar next to a small group of middle aged women no older then forty conversed loudly next to me. “God did you see the arms on Thor?! If I wasn’t a married woman.” The youngest in the little click said in a lustful daze. “Those super soldiers though are something else.” I wasn’t able to tell who said that,but all of their eyes turned to the duo. “You know their married to each other right?” I’m not a nosy person,but dammit I had listen in. “I think it’s just a front. Why would the symbol for America a fag?! Their just probably covering up the fake that their sharing that slut that’s been seen on the team. What was get name?” The clear leader said and it pissed me the fuck off.

Harshly tapping on her shoulder she turned around and her eyes widened to match the size of dinner plates. “Hi,the names Y/n L/n or as you said ‘slut’ also known as…” I said with a smile that made the women shiver,but she cut me off. “T-that’s not w–what I meant!!!” She shuddered,but I held up my hand. “I wasn’t finished introducing myself. As I was say known as the most deadly assassin with the largest kill count in the world. So unless you want to live your pathetic life to it’s natural end I suggest you and your posy take a hike.” With a slight lift of my blouse I reveal a handgun along with so knifes. “Off you go.”

Without hesitation they all ran of not even caring that some of them were tripping up on their cheap heels. “What was that about?” Looking at the redhead behind the bar I give a convincing smile. “They had to leave. Lives they wanted to live.” With that I left without a drink and to my floor. It didn’t bother me in the moment,but her words sunk in. Did the public really see me like that? It was already hard when the great Captain America came out as bisexual to the world that had a closed mind. The thoughts made me think if I remove myself the picture all together and slow I did. First we didn’t hang out as much,then I started making myself more busy with solo missions, then last week it was just getting to hard so I tapped into emotional disconnection training.

“And it was working I think it’s best they’re a item and I’m that third wheel. It’s just better for me to leave them be.” Y/n finished speaking with her hands rubbing the tears that ran down her cheek. Somehow they were on the bed now and Nat was rubbing her back in soft circles. “Oh, n/n. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” She said in all honesty. Natasha saw the way the boys were acting the first time they say her best friend after they were striped of their weapons and restrained in a hydra base they say her in a different light then she saw herself.

The redhead assassin stood up and kneeled in front of her. “Talk to them. The three of you are adults sure their a little stuck in the 40’s,but their moving along with the times. You think Steve knew what bisexuality was he was conflicted so just explain to them about how you feel.” Nat said holding her friends face in her hands rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs. “You got this. Don’t let those judgmental assholes,but you down.” With that she stood up and left. It was time for action and possible rejection…how fun!

The super soldiers stayed on their shared floor for hours stressed. What the hell did they do to drive her away?! Were they coming on to strong?Not strong enough and their stuck in the friend zone. Oh God. Steve sat on the couch while Bucky paced in front of him they were about to break the silence that fell before them,but was immediately cut off by the ding of the elevator. Y/n walked out once the metal doors opened and was greeted by the sight of them before her. She cleaned herself up after her talk with Nat not wanting her appearance to give away anything was wrong. “Hello,boys. I normally would want to be woken up from a nightmare,but it seems I walked in on a daydream.” She said with a smile as she sauntered over trying to seem more confident then she felt.

Y/n didn’t even get a response as she was pulled into a giant hug from them. “Doll we’ve missed you so much!” Buck was the first to pull away. “Hey!!! Cheesy pickup lines are my thing.” He said with a smirk. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun,handsome.” Everything felt so much better talking to them the mindless flirting it was just so right. “W-what happened?” Steve was the one to ask the question I was honestly dreading. “That party just someone said something that got me thinking. How can a girl like me ever get not one,but two guys like you to love me?” Y/n looked down at the floor. “I mean…first I appear out of nowhere, take Steve’s role as captain,and get cozy with two super soldiers the married couple. No wander the public seems me in such a light.” A hand gasped her cheek lifting her face up to look into beautiful blue eyes.

Steve looked into her gorgeous e/c eyes with hope. “You love us, n/n?” He asked wanting to make sure he heard right. She gave a wet chuckling as rears slipped past her eyes. “I just gave you reasons to hate me and that’s all you get out of it?!” Y/n sniffles as she brings hers to wipe her eyes. “Cause that’s all that mattered. Why should you give a shit what they think when we can tell you now that we both feel the same way about you.?” This caused the agent to freeze up. “Y-you both l-love me?!?” She didn’t know if it was a question to them or herself. “Of course we do,doll. You’re strong enough to give us a run for our money,more intelligent then the two brainiacs in the lab,so much sass it renders Stark speechless, everything about you is perfect to us. You are literally everything we ever wanted since we were kids.”

Y/n was now chocked up by happy tears as she looked into the two sets of blue eyes that held nothing,but love. “What do you want?” A smile graced her lips as she brought both of them into a kiss each equal as passion. “All I want is to be yours. Both of yours is what I want.”

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Another in the bag lets go!!! 2 more coming out this month hopefully.

Tagged:@thisismysecrethappyplaceand@spnquotebingo

Quote: “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

-10 Things I Hate about You

Masterlist Round Two

@spnquotebingoround 1 masterlist

• Supernatural & Actors

x Female!Reader

Love Among Tragedies Crowely x Reader

Some say the feeling of love was like your stomach is full of butterflies,but why does it sting?

Light To His DarknessLucifer x Winchester!R

Something about the girl made the darkness within his be driven away by her light. It made him soft damn you Winchesters!

x Male!Reader

You Are WereMineS. Winchesters x Reader

Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love….even if it might hurt.

Platonic Relationship

Just You And Me prequel to wwtt

Sam and Dean are on there second hunt to find John. They need help from the one person who hates Wendigos the most Y/n Winchester

What’s Worse Then Tuesdaypt.1

What’s worse then watching your big brother die on repeat? Your baby sister following shortly after in a worse way.

Thank God It’s Fridaypt.2

Three days on repeat to save their sister before it’s too late, but they need to realize sooner or later you can’t save everybody. And maybe everybody doesn’t want to be saved.

Life Without A Script Rob Benedict x Daughter!reader

Everyone knows a typical runaway story right? A big fight field by built up anger leading to honest yet misunderstand words. But this story doesn’t go by the script its life after all with no cameras around.

• Super-unnatral(Alternate Universe)

Female!Reader

We’re Batshit CrazyJason Todd x Clown!R

Love is crazy at times especially when the Hero falls for said crazy.

Male!Reader

Angel With A ShotgunMichael!Dean x M!R

Novak’s are a powerful Mafia and the L/n’s are a unstoppable gang. United in marriage are the two eldest sons.

Platonic!Relationship

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“Dude just talk to my brother already.” Dean said looking at the girl behind the record store counter. “You’re a geek he’s a nerd match made in heaven.” He pointed at Sam then her. “Nope…”

“This man is a Timberlake and you need to stop treating him like a Faton”

She said as she organized vinyl Sam was more than a nerd this town was small,but everyone knew he was a braniac that would leave this place in the rearview mirror after highschool. “I love your music laced vocabulary,but never compare Sammy to Timberlake.”

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A/n

Quote from Brooklyn Nine-Nine did a small short with the aesthetic.

“If I had known the world was ending,I would’ve brought better books.” –The Walking Dead

Dean: “We are about to face the end of days and you’re upset about some stupid books?”

Y/n: “Well I’m sorry I don’t want my last book to be Percy Jackson. I’m already in a sea of monsters.”

Sam: “Was that a pun?”

Y/n: “….no.”

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Life without A Script

Summary: After filming for Spn wrapped up Rob was looking for new roles instead of paying attention to his daughter who seems always his last thought.

Paring: None. Platonic Rob Benedict x Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: Jensen Ackles,Jarded Padalecki,Genevieve Padalecki, AgedUp!Audrey & Calvin Benedict, Mark Sheppard

Warning!!!: tw Heavy theme of su¡c¡de, running away,argument between parent and child

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Pacing…Dad was pacing the floor long enough I thought I saw a glimpse of burnt rug. The chatter from the other line was muffled,but I knew who it was. Tommy my dad’s agent about a new role. Oh God a new role dad wouldn’t shut up about it since he got home from the anniversary party for Supernatural. He would often glace over at me and gives a thumbs up…sad to think that’s the most attention I’ve received in almost fourteen years. Season four dad was introduced as God or Chuck and suddenly his time was to precise to be wasted on the likes of me.

I gave him a false smile everytime he looked over. Years back to back roles in unknown tv-shows to small films that never seen a silver screen,but no they all meant the world to him so much so once getting the role as Chuck we moved to a small house abandoning Missouri to the border of Canada to be closer to set so we’re not too far apart. Seemed the distance only grew emotionally. Acting major is great in University of Montana it really is,but now looking at it I’m glad I studied filming online courses, my dad wanted me to carry on the acting legacy even though my siblings already had a path in mind. I don’t blame them they’re great at what they do and all I just hate I’m the one with a dream forced upon me. I could act decently,but my heart belonged to what happened behind the camera and the work put into that. He’d never understand and I won’t make him. Or so I thought.

Dad ended the call and and was basically jumping up and down like a girl asked out to prom. “I got the part.” That was vague he’s done more auditions than I could count on my fingers. I wanted to keep my teeth sunk into my tongue like I’ve done for years,but If I bit it any harder I’d take a piece. “What was the name of the movie? Do you even know or where you that desprit to leave me again?” That might have been to harsh,but that’s how I feel. “It’s called Violet. Why are you being so pissy about it? If you haven’t realized,this is our only source of income right now.” He said as he slides the phone into his pocket with a huff. This made my eye twitch in anger pissy? Ill show him fucking pissy. “That’s just a whole fucking lie,but you wouldn’t know since you’re never here. I work to I don’t know live! Seems like a damn waste though.” I snapped as I stood up from my seated position my words made him stop and look in confusion. “What you work some little shitty job at a five and dime for pocket change for some girly crap whenever you’re pms-ing!? My paycheck pays for your dream college and this house!” He shouted. Now we were both in eachothers faces his reddening with anger whilst mine was so tense it could form diamonds

“You’re so fucking dense father! I don’t want to study acting it’s your dream not mine so since you brought it up I would like to drop out please and thank you.” This sure as hell wasn’t the way I wanted to break this to him,but dad was pushing me too close to the edge. “I don’t want to be an actress struggling at every corner just to get a callback saying that I didn’t get the part! I don’t want to be in the limelight reading any bullshit lines! I don’t want this at all!! So please give me a break you let Calvin and Audrey do what they want. Why can’t I?” I was losing the heat in my voice at every word I was closer to tears then throwing a punch,but I guess dad had different plans. “How could I raise such an ungrateful girl? Oh I’m sorry that I couldn’t see you being anything else,but an actress because you just aren’t good at anything else. I wanted to give the talentless a chance,but serving it on a silver platter isn’t good enough.” He shouted his voice seeming to shake the walls till the trubble in submission,but I couldn’t let his words hurt me evern though they cut like a hot knife. He won’t see that though. “I’m such a failure. Boo hoo why am I still even here then hmm. I’ll just leave you for good no more mouth to feed and bullshit to pay for right?!” My voice cracked slightly. I didn’t want to leave not like this would he even carethough Dad hasn’t cared in the past. “Then leave,you ungrateful brat!” His words held they same anger not even a look of regret flashed in his eyes. He was serious and I was to.

Rushing out today the living room I’m got into my bedroom and packed a small back I wouldn’t need much where I’m going. Just a few shirts and pants and my best outfit because gotta look your best when you met your maker. Pulling the bag over my shoulder I stormed out of my room Dad wasn’t in the living room anymore probably went to his own room to pack to go to film soon. Walking out the front door I didn’t look back after all nothing worth waiting for.

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The bus rides were difficult switching from one to another,but if it meant I’m closer to happiness so be it. This was the last one and I’ll be in Missouri a full 21 hours to get there from the Montana bus stop my phone unordered by calls or text from anyone that cared. Dad didn’t try,Mom didn’t want to bother my studies,my siblings are busy living life,and my or my dad’s supernatural family have their own kids to worry about. This only made me smile my mind is content no one cared and this was proof making it so much easier.

Stepping out of the bus station walking down the road to my spot. Me and Dad use to share it to talk to eachothers. That was back when I was happy and our family was whole,but now even though it was only fourteen years ago before Supernatural when everything went sideways. I don’t hate my dad I can’t not for taking the job I met so many lovely people. That wasn’t enough though ha maybe I was ungrateful. Even with two parents, though separated, loved me,older siblings that are my everything and friends that’s made these fourteen years worth something it wasn’t enough.

Sitting down in the silky grass of the hidden spot that has been untouched since the dY they moved. She took the privacy of the spot in her stride and stripped of her clothing and went to to the river washing away the musk of public transport and the walk. The water was freezing,but I couldn’t feel it as I ducked my head underneath the surface I’ve thought about drowning it isn’t pleasant so waiting until my lungs burned slightly in desperate need for air I came up. The sun was at its peak so getting out of the water I grab a old shirt from my bag that was large and used it like a towel drying off.

==Outfit dress or pants and button up==

==Any color==

After deeming myself dry enough I get in my best outfit or should I say my favorite formal outfit. It was not fitting for where I found myself,but I didn’t care I sat myself down on the ground and opened my favorite book to re-read for the last time. So deep into the worn pages the sound of my phone going off genuinely scared me. Dog earring the page I pick up my phone answering it. “Rob just called me. What is this I hear about you running away?” It was Jared I softly smiled at hearing his voice. “It wasn’t running away. He said I should leave. So I left I wasn’t gonna stay there any longer.” I sighed I didn’t want to talk about in while here this was my happy place. “Come on,n/n. I’ll get you a plan ticket and you can come stay at me and Gene’s place till you both cool off.” It was a nice suggestion I could seem the little rascals again and my second favorite couple. “Tempting,but pass.” I hung up and kept declining his calls till they stopped. My phone vibrated with a text from Mark. I didn’t respond,but they came in rapide secession.

All I did was stare another hand out to stay with someone. Is that all that I am just a needy mouth to feed thats desperate for a roof and a warm bed. My mood was souring by each message and every ring of the phone. My temper hit its boiling point and my hand squeezed tightly on my phone as I answered a call blindly. “WHAT!?!” I yelled as if the person on the other line was my enemy. “Pump the hate breaks sweetheart.” The voice of Jensen said on the other side. I breathed out. “Kid please answer someone anyone. We know you kid and you would take his words to heart. I don’t know what your argument was about,but ignore him okay? How about this I fly you down to Texas and—” another hand out I thought and I cut him off before he could finish. “Jensen I swear to God if you finish that sentence! The next person that offers me charity or pity will be mentioned, by name, in my suicide note.” I threatened,yes I’m tonthat fucking point. “Hey! Don’t joke about that shit!” He said after recovering from shock of my outburst. “Who said I was joking? I’m at peace where I am and I wanted it to stay that way,but people keep calling and texting about having open arms and I’m sick of it. I don’t need anyone’s pity.” I said as I leaned my head against the tree trunk. “Where the hell are you?! Are you planning to— I thought you were feeling better after everything! What the hell did he do to bring you back to square one?”

Tears gathered in my eyes I was such a fucking disappointment. I’m failing Jensen by doing this I promised him I’d try after he saw my scars and I did I got better,but it all went down the drain when dad proved that every ill thought was a reality. “I’m sorry Jenny. I’m just not worth the effort anymore…and I’m okay with that.” The sadness was present in my voice,but it sounded strained when I smiled at the words. “I can’t take it anymore I’ve been strong for so long for once I want to be weak and let my conscious do the work.” His words sounded like static as he spoke it flowed into my ear just to pour our the other. “Love ya J,goodbye.” I hung up the phone cutting of a booming yell that would have busted the speakers for sure.

Picking my book back up I look at the first empty pages and took out a pen and began to write. I poured my everything into those few pages before closing it holding it to my lips kissing the worn out hard cover. I know that the find my phone feature was turned on now so I sat it down on top of the book and stood up leaving both behind as I walked away from them. Leaving everything behind for so peace.

This wasn’t a drama this was real life it was raw and real. No emotions could be faked and not a single word is scripted. It was reality and the happy ending isn’t always the light and the end of the tunnel. “Chief We’ve got her! Get the ambulance and EMT out here!” Voices yelled in the distance. This wasn’t to her plan,but that’s life without a script. Nothing is set in stone.

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A/n: Word Count: 2,400+

The ending was left with a bit of hope because who likes expectations to be met. Anyways…

Quote:“The next person that offers me charity or pity will be mentioned, by name, in my suicide note.”–Community

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This was very angst like and I don’t see any fluff in the future!!! Um anyways Alot more to come Imma try and clear these quotes.

I’ll look at this later to edit any mistakes along with all the other fixes in the masterlist when im behind a computer. Bye for now!!!

Love Among Tragedies

Summary: Some say the feeling of love was like your stomach is full of butterflies,but why does it sting?

Paring:Crowley x Death!Reader

Warning: Death,Blood,Gore,Mutilation(hell hounds),till death do us part,angst,family drama,suprise ☆Fluff☆

Tagged:@spnquotebingo

Word Count: 2,770

Fergus was a simple man for the time he was birthed in where poverty was the only way of living if you weren’t born into lordship. The year is 1696 he was thirty-five when when he made a deal with a demon that only lasted ten years before his soul was taken. The majority of those years he almost forgotten about said deal that was until he saw her. Her h/c stood out amongst the others even if it matched a few,her s/c smooth skin with a soft glow drew him in,but it seems she was always just out of reach. As Fergus was on his final year the mysterious women grew closer to him her details becoming more clear.

Her aura was breath taking and left those you noticed her in a frozen state of shock. It seemed only few noticed her beauty though as she moved swiftly in crowds as if a shadow in the dark of night. The more he saw of her the hallucinations started the fear and paranoia of snarls and barks in the night the feeling something unearthly hidden in the shadows watching him. The butterflies in his stomach when he saw her makes him choked up everytime he tries to get near, the more Fergus saw her the more the flying insects seems to attack his insides to the point of actually pain. The hounds took him in the night. Red eyed beast of hell ripped him to shreds ripping out his soul taking his life force. Through the bloody haze she stood there looking down at him her clothes a wine red with black accents. The colorless eyes filled in e/c like paint in water as she leaned down to his body the soft stare made him feel like he was suspended within the clouds as her hand, freezing to the touch, brushed his cheek and the sudden pain of it all rushed back to the brunette man as his body tensed up. Her angelic face was right above his bloodied one. “We’ll meet again,Fergus.” The words were so faint as she leaned down placing a kiss on his lips taking his final breath away. Fergus MacLeod died at forty-five thought to be sacrificed by believers of the dark arts during the witch trails.

Dammed to hell was his eternal punishment it wasn’t until almost twelve thousand years in the fiery depths before the corruption of his soul was enough to be promoted to a crossroads demon. The year was 1806 when he first got to feel the dirt of the earth beneath his feet he turned to look at the unfortunate soul that became his first contract. “I want riches that will make the queen herself envious.” The women hissed and Crowley leaned back to stir clear for the venom she spewd towards his face. He wanted this deal wrapped up quickly if it ment he left her presence at once. “You have a deal. Let’s seal it with a kiss shall we?” They leaned towards eachother and the moment their lips touched it was like something else witnessed them. Someone who sent shivers down his spin like the first chill of winter creeping up as the last leaf has fallen.

Pulling away first his eyes caught the h/c in a proper bun and her dress was of prestige elegance of silk f/c and patterns of gold. Her lips were painted a deep color that complimented her so well. She was just as breath taking as she was when he last layed his sights upon her. Crowley almost cried out in a fit of frustration as the hag left taking along the woman he yearned for since her lips met his. That was only his first deal,but he come to notice she was there for every single one the tingle making his skin feel numb and there she was far from his and the desperate souls touch. After every ten years now the king of hell he watched as the hellhounds bounded towards the maker of the deals and he saw how she was incredibly close to them until she finally touches them on the head or check as the expel their last breath. It was 1979 when she stayed not leaving the body the moment after it’s passing she sat on the ground giving a faint whistle. “Who are you? You aren’t a reaper or a demon as far as I know.” The Scottish demon asked as she gently petted the young pups Juliette and Roman. Her attire has always changed with the ages this decade she wore a skirt right above the knees a solid f/c and a f/c and white striped polo. “I’m something far older then any reaper or demon,Fergus.” She hummed not caring for the weight of the two hounds heads on her lap. “Why now after all these years are you speaking to me again?”

Her lifeless e/c eyes looked up into his brown one’s as she sighed. “The time has come for the sword of Michael to be sheathed in the soil of a soon to be battle ground of the long awaited spat between heaven and hell.” She said feeling the life of the sword due within the month. “You’re a angel.” Crowley said in shock those winged assholes never left heaven and if they did they were not to be seen. “I was once a angel…but I left my home long ago.”

~~~~Flashback Creation~~~~

Five archangels were made by the hands of God birthed from supernovas themselves to make a light so powerful all except one. This child filled a greater purpose then her brothers one that only she could burden making her grace from the black holes and the vast infinity of the unknown he made Y/n. For eons they five siblings grew up and lived within the paradise which was heaven watch as new siblings were made every day. It wasn’t until God created man that he knew the youngest archangels true purpose would come into play.

Adam and Eve never grew old in age,but when they disobeyed God and bit from the forbidden fruit of knowledge they were punished and after Eve birthed her sons was Y/n told of what she must do. Cain and Able fought often,but it was nothing like this so aggressive filled with dangerous attacks that’s when the archangel stood close by gazing between them taking a deep breath she stepped closes to Able standing behind him as his brother picked up a rock and began to beat his brother. As the life fled his eyes she grabbed his hand as his last breath hissed out. The first death taking his soul to heaven she was stopped at the gates with his soul in hand. “What is the meaning of this father?” She asked and the all father sighed. “He also attempted to kill Cain and with that he must go to hell,dove.” This was the first time hell was mentioned after luciferd fall. She nodded her head and dive bombed down he wings breaking the surface taking her to the pits of fire,her brothers prison. Her three sets of gray wings sinnged at the heat tips of most of her feathers blacking while only some still held burning embers. She wanted to cry,but after she left the soul to his punishment she tried to go back to heaven.

“My child you hold within you the grace of heaven whilst you wings carry the embodiment of hell. You mustn’t be allowed in either place your job now lies in between both. Until one domain rains you will not belong to either.” With those words the heartbreak of loosing her home created a plain unlike any other her pain making the afterlife of monsters from her darkness. Her lost love created the second supernatural monster. Leviathans were birthed from her tragedy. She is the mother of monsters the Angel of Death.

~~~~Flashback End~~~~

“…and I refuse to be involved in that family dispute. I have one job now, take and deliver souls to the gates upstairs or the flames below.” Y/n said as she stopped the petting allowing the hellhounds to leave her hold. The demon doesn’t understand everyone feared death,but he was so drawn to her even before his passing. She chuckled and Crowley frowned confused. “I can hear every thought you have of me,Fergus.” The Scotsmans face flushed red. “Maybe you were one of my favorite souls…maybe someday you’ll realize what you’re feeling and I might return that feeling. Until then Mr.MacLeod.” With his name left her mouth in almost a whisper as she disappeared. So much was happening that the demon could barely process its been almost three hundred years since she he last heard her voice and when he does it’s to tell him about the unknown. Crowley didn’t know what she meant about his feelings. Although it was peculiar no one wished to be in deaths precise longing for her touch and cold lips to steal their life away.

Four years past til he finally spoke with her again . The birth of Lucifer’s vessel and the the darkening of his soul with the blood of a demon. Crowley watched as she stood outside of the burning house the eyes of the oldest Winchester staring through her with lose and hatred. She walked to the remaining Winchester’s her movement smooth as if she wasn’t taking steps,but floating. She brushed the small tuffs of hair from the infants forhead and wiped the tears from the child’s face. Y/n almost wanted to weep for them she can see every death they’d experience weather it be their own or those they love dying before them. She smiled as them she saw their souls or more what they’re souls will become they were just like her brothers,but with a sigh she stepped back the Winchester brothers will grow to hate her like everyone…everyone except one whiskey drinking demon.

“Well hello love.” They sat togther in a bar one seat between them as he drunk from a glass while she played with the rim of her’s. “Why hello there. What do I owe the pleasure?” She hummed still playing with her mug if ale. “Just thought we could get some alone time since this is one of the few times I see you without a deal involved. I am off the clock after all.” He chuckled,but a victorious smile overtook his face as she gave off a soft laugh as well. “Well,darling I a very busy angel. Souls to reap and reapers under my thumb. Never time to rest.” She gave a false pout.Crowley was about to say something when a extremely drunk man ran into the counter space between them spouting drunk nonsense. “Just oonnnnee more driiink, daaave. I g*hick* got the cash!~” His words dragged as the king of hell looked at him disgusted about to kill him when the h/c angel lifted her hand motioning for him to stop. She slid the drink she was playing with infront of him just as the bartender sat the same think down it fazing togther as one. “This is you last drink. Then I’m kicking you out.” The bartender,Dave, grumbled before walking away the drunk took the mug drank in big gulps. Crowley looked into her lifeless e/c eyes with confusion as the man finished the drink. He stumbled away from the bar top before falling forward his body lurching as he puked in a puddle under him his face submerged in it as he chocked himself with his own vomit. “Death or should I say myself? I always make my course. You killing him would have deprived him of his punishment his…gluttony.” She huffed as she reached over towards Crowley swipping his drink finishing it off even though the brown liquid turned to ash on her tounge.

Crowley gazed never faltered from her face. “I think after four years I know what I’m feeling for you. It’s love isn’t it? No matter how much time has pasted us I long to be with you to feel your touch upon me.” He reached out to grab her hand,but a force stopped him. “I’d kill you,Fergus. I’m going to apologize for it now. I’m sorry that you fell for me,but I’m not sorry I fell for you. Though we can’t be together. I’m death and until you take your final leave from this earth we can’t be together.” Y/n’s eyes were filled with sorrow as she knew it would be long before they can be together since he’s a demon in hell a place she can’t enter their only interaction is limited to earth. “We love eachother we’ve just come to terms with that why can’t you just take me sooner then expected,love? Isn’t there a why I can be more reckless” She shook her head with a sigh. “It not like the movies nothing with change when you will die and your time in long ways from here. It’s truly disheartening when two people love each other and can’t make that work…that’s a real tragedy.” Standing from her stool walking over the man’s body that was being treated by emt she stopped in the doorway to look at him this was probably breaking some rule her father had in place. “I suggest you stick close to those Winchester’s they often attract trouble…I won’t be far when they’re involved.” With that she was gone. She didn’t tell him that with time being involved with them will kill him,but it was setting him on their course.

Y/n looked at Kelly she was a nice woman and the angel could feel the life in her stomach she brushed her hand on the surface of the tight bulging skin. Feeling the energy her nephew held he kicked as he felt hers in return. The years have been eventful to say the least the archangel was far more busy now that she no longer had her three of her four horsemen now dawning all of the rings since she just didn’t trust Billy with the death one yet. She’s been watch from the sidelines seeing her brothers torment the Winchester’s as she sat in the distance unable to face them until it was their time. Y/n didn’t shed a tear when Lucifer stabbed Gabriel because nothing could hide from death not even her trickster older brother. The Winchester’s have seen her often having died more then once. Then finally the only thing on her mind she thinks about on a daily Crowley today was the day and she was waiting for him. Removing her hand from the pregnant woman’s stomach she frowned at what she was about to do,but birthing a nephilim was sure to kill her. The little one in her absorbing in these last few weeks the remainder of her soul leaving her weak. Y/n reached forward and dug her hand into her the woman howled in pain as a painful contraction worse then the others riooled though her body. Starting the process of killing the mother while the child was inside was always difficult especially if the unborn were to live.

The Winchester’s are outside fighting with Lucifer and the h/c archangel appears their seeing the fight Crowly doing a ritual to close the rift. He faces the blonde angel admiring that he would lose,but he will enjoy wiping that smug smile. Y/n appears next to him her hand encasing his over the handle of the blade knowing this would be the think to kill him as they both drive the angel blade into him a smile over coming his face as he looked into those eyes he loved. He died in a sacrifice way to lock up Lucifer not how he saw himself going out as his chest deflated and his body went lack a kiss was press to his lips in a chast kiss.

The woods were dark and almost lifeless,but with the howls and sounds of horror said otherwise. This was the place that held within it monsters. “Hello,darling.Welcome to purgatory. ” He turned around and there she was. Her s/c seeming to glow in a soft light that didn’t really come from any direction. With slow strids she walked closer to him and without hesitating she pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss filled with want. Crowley was sure that if it could it would kill him again with how it felt,but high off of the feeling her pushed back with equal enthusiasm. Their lives were filled with nothing,but blood,death,and danger. Even with all of the sins of hell and the grief of death…The found Love Among Tragedies.

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A/n: I do love a guy with a accent that’s why my lover boy Balthazar is next because I fucking miss him.

@spnquotebingo Quote(in bold slanted blue): “When two people love each other and can’t make it work…that’s a real tragedy.” -Gone Girl

Light to His Darkness

Summary:Something about the girl made the darkness within his be driven away by her light. It made him soft damn you Winchesters!

Pairing: Lucifer x Winchester!Reader

Warning: Minor blood and cursing (no proof reading)

Tag:@spnquotebingo

Word Count: 4,034

Heaven was once paradise and the only thing God created were his children and angels. Lucifer was the second oldest and he is unlike his older brother and sure doesn’t share any similarities with any younger siblings. God saw this not as a threat,but a blessing and Lucifer saw it as a curse and flaw within himself.

Lucifer saw those flaws in the making of humans. The disgusting hairless apes. “Father I don’t understand. Why must me love and worship these…” hideous roaches beneath them. “…beings? They are unworthy just like the primal beings before them.” God chuckled as he gazed was fixed on his son crafted from his own light. “Don’t speak ill of the my son. One day you’ll find it within yourself to love these humans the same or even more them myself. Give it time,Lucifer.” The celestial nodded firmly before leaving to go his duties. Two humans male and female resided on earth in the garden of lavish wonders. Three decades they stayed there living freely,but no matter how much time passed their existence only brought hatred in the child of God something foreign yet grew stronger as they frolic in the lush greenery he loved.

Abandoning his post Lucifer snuck into the garden. Shifting himself into a form their weak eyes could handle a illusion like he taught his youngest brother Gabriel. Eve was alone and vulnerable without Adam near. The soft light that was her soul was so easily tarnished and twisted into a dark abyss full of defiance and rebellion against the order of a higher power. Lucifer proved how flawed these humans were how quickly they can turn on a higher power. Eve took a bite from the apple sealing the state of her soul and with darken tentacles of manipulation she tainted Adams soul as he took the second bite of the forbidden fruit. The archangel birthed a darkness in humanity that started inside himself.

War rained in heaven the fight between brothers as their father watched. Lucifer lost and him along with hundreds if angels the battle lost lead to their fall. God was disappointed in his son letting the darkness over take him after trapping Amara,but he did not blame him for he held out so long. He deserved a light though this darkness to become the archangel God made him to be a being made from his own self different from his children,angels,and his creatures.

Years later books of those events altered and mass produced. The night life within a bar was loud with the smell of sweat and alcohol permanating the air as a s/c women sat alone at the bar her eyes rakeing over the room. Two men played one seemed to be balding while the other wore red flannel sending her a wink as he sent the sould purple ball into the pocket. Rolling her eyes she turned to another group of men in the room a pair of blad men and quite large that had similar tattoos wolf whistled at the waitress that served them more tap beer and off in the corner a tall man with shaggy brown hair leaned over the jukebox suddenly watching the two men. Now the finial man that held her attention he was bald like the others and occupied the stool next to her his breath foul with something far stronger then the bitter liquid. She ignored his advances til he got up in a huff going over to the tatted pair standinv up herself she placed her payment on the counter and left the bar into the night the hungry eyes of the man following her. The woman walks along down a alley her heels clicking against the stone walkway. Her h/c hair out of her face,but she kept her head down. A silent set of foot steps creep behind her growing closer and faster to the female. “Where were you going? We weren’t finished.” The same man that tried to ger in her pants pinned her to the wall next to a dumpster his breath fanning over her next as his hands roamed her sides. “Don’t you look good enough to eat."She could hear it the sound of his gums seemingly ripping to allow extra sharp sets of teeth out to sink into her exposed neck. Letting the scared facade fall from her face she pushed the blade between the before harshly pushing it forward through his jugular.

The head of the vampire rolled on the ground blood leaking from the half of the neck separated from it’s lower vertebrae. Taking out her cellphone she dialed her first contact. "Took care of mine,how was yours?” She heard panting over the line before she reserved a response. “For suck a big guy he was fast.” The h/c women laughed. “Or you’re just getting old,Dean-o.” Disgruntled noises sounded as she dragged the body to the dumpster lifting it up throwing it in as she lit a match tossing it in before closing the lid. “If you’re done complaining about not being old I’m heading back to the motel to wash handsy creep off of me.” She hung up as she walked out of the alley away from the burning corpse. Y/n Winchester wiped off her machete before hiding it back in her jacket.

Y/n sat in the motel room her clothes changed as she did research waiting for her older brother to get out the bathroom so she could brush her teeth. Not many knew of her which isn’t surprising Mary was pregnant with her when she died,but magically she showed up on John’s Florida room’s doorstep with no explanation only a DNA test proving her impossible existence. The supernatural books also never mentioned her like they did Sam and Dean she was a faceless hunter that came and went on hunts when the trio questioned it Chuck said he never imagined a sister added to his writing. Y/n Winchester was a mystery,but to anyone that met her knew her as a blessing. She was the light in the dark protecting everyone from the evil weather it be a monster or one’s self she was the definition of pure. Dean walked into the room putting his phone in his pocket. “Crowley called and he’s pissed about something so once we get to the bunker we have to call him.” The s/c women looked at him with a raised brow. “Why do we have to do it at the bunker why not here?” She asked and her brother shrugged as he got a beer from the fridge. “Apparently what he has to say is of high importance and no run of the mil muck needs to hear it. His words.” Wonder what’s so important.

“YOU LET LUCIFER ESCAPE!?!” The youngest Winchester yeld as she grabbed the demon by the throat using the dungeon wall to lift him up. “You know when you’re mad you look quite beautiful.” He choked out as his face reddened. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” She dropped him as she turned away trying to calm down her brothers still trying to process the information. “How could you let this happen? You’re the king of hell!!! You’re suppose to lock and throw away the key before setting the damn cage ablaze.” Crowley fixed his collar as he looked at the trio. “Demons still want him as ruler and some angels still belive in his cause. All it took was a demon to break the ring of holy fire and a angel to damage the cage and he was free and I’ve been over thrown.” The Scottish man said as he reasoned with the young woman. “Why should we help you?” Sam asked as he watch him cautiously. “You two baboons proved you aren’t much help so I’m not asking you I’m asking her.” Dean grabbed his sisters arm trying to pull her back,but she stood firm. “Why me?” She asked Y/n has never seen Lucifer or any angel besides Cas for that matter how could she help defeat the first rebellious archangel. “He along with all angels don’t know about your mear existence that makes you a secret weapon. And darling you are a force to be reckoned with. You’ve killed everything that dare go bump in the night so a highly skilled Winchester is what I need.” Y/n looked at her brothers both of them giving her a look saying not to do it licking her lips she gave them a lop sidled grin before looking back at the king of hell. “What do I have to do?”

This is by far the stupidest plan she’s ever been apart of. They were to corner Lucifer with the promise of Sam as a permanent meat suit and when he is about to agree she walks in dropping the match to light the holy fire before using a experimental blood magic spell to take him back to hell. The chances of this working and any of them walking away is slim. “No more tricks huh Winchester’s? No rings to send me back no loop holes.” His voice was unfamiliar to her ears,but she knew who it was. “Well you don’t know what magic I have up sleeve.” Dean gave a cocky smile it was my time to walk in. Stepping into the warehouse striking the match on the heel of my boot. “Awe De I know I’m quite magical.” As the blonde went to turn around Y/n flicked the burning match at the barley visible ring of oil causing flames to lick up growing in size. “And who are you? Another friend of these hairless apes I get to kill.” Lucifer’s eyes held firm as he gazed at her watching the flames illuminate her face with warm rays. “I’m Y/n,the hairless ape that’s gonna drag your ass to hell.” Opening the spell book she began to speak in Latin taking out a angel blade cutting her hand painting symbols as she crept closer to the archangel. “N/n you’re getting to close.” Sam step forward to grab her when a sudden force stopped him and Dean. “Crowley what the hell are you doing?! This wasn’t the plan!” It was the eldest Winchester turn to protest as he watch his sister step to the edge of the fire. “She’s the purest being in creation. Only the light can drive away the darkness. Why do you think I asked for her and not Moose or you Squirrel you’ve proven that you can’t keep a lid on him.” The demon smirked at the yet kept his eyes trained on the girl like everyone else in the warehouse as she step through the flames as they parted for her. Her bloodied hand touched his face and as the last syllables left her lips they both disappeared and the fire extinguished. The Winchester’s yelled in protest as the grip released on them and the king of hell went back to his thrown. Chuck looked at the tea stained page in one of his oldest journals thinking of what to write next with a snap if his fingers he re dipped the pen in ink before writing again the two opposites scenery changing into a place never seen before.

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This wasn’t hell it was unlike any place Luvifer has ever seen the area was green and full of vegetation,but there wasn’t any animal life the only noise being the rushing water of the stream in the treeline. Doing a three sixty he walked into the slight clearing,the angel set his sights upon the Winchester on the porch of a cabin e/c staring back. “Where are we?!” He was tense and it was evident in his voice as he stormed towards her the stomping of his feet muffled my the lush grass below his feet. “I trapped to protect my family.” Y/n said as she stayed standing slightly leaning on the wood rails. “Yes,but where,ape.” She raised a brow at him her face blank and her tone dull as she spoke. “Y/n is the name Luci I suggest you use it. This is a prison I’ve built for us.” He looked at her in complete shock. Lucifer didn’t know if she was insane or stupid. “Why make this place? Why not just take me back to the cage?” This place was beautiful,but she made it for him so why is it so…gental. “You’ve broken out of that cage twice now clearly what’s broke needs fixin’. Besides figured you needed a change of scenery so welcome to my little slice of heaven.”

“This is…your heaven. I would expect more…life.” The h/c Winchester shrugged and opening the front door. “Never been to fond of animals makes me to paranoid about what’s out there and as for people I don’t know.” She looked at the blonde from over her shoulder beckoning him over as she stepped inside. Lucifer stepped inside and was overwhelmed with a warm feeling in his chest that matched the aesthetic of the home. “This place isn’t completely made up though. Found this cabin while on a wendigo hunt,it was abandoned after the owners died and a monster was said to hunt those that went inside,the forest was so quite it scared me shitless every rustle I heard.” She chuckled as she looked at the fire place using inexpensive the fire poker to flip the logs. “Most unnerving few days of my life,but after killing the thing I stayed for the rest of the week and almost never left…it became my sliver of the apple pie life. Lucky for you I felt like sharing.” His wings twitched at her words he was apart in her happy place and she willingly gave him access to it. Lucifer’s wings fluffed with pride,but his face was painted with a sarcastic smirk. “Awe you think your trapped me here,but Y/n you’re stuck here with me just like poor little Adam driven mad he was a fun toy for the first few months he just broke to quickly. Sammy boy on the other hand… I even got to keep his soul for a while longer.” Y/n knew what he was doing trying to get under her skin she wouldn’t let him see how it effected her. “Well we’re stuck her for all of eternity let the fun begin,angel.”

It was the beginning of the second true battle between light and darkness. Everyday Lucifer tried to dim the pure energy that made up the hunters heart only to have his twisted grace illuminated. Back and forth felt like it went on for years and for them it was internally possible in that prison entrapping them as they stood still in time while the world revolved in orbit. Chuck looked done at them greatly impressed of the cabin along with the woods it was as if it was it’s own small world. It had a understanding of time with day and night yet the weather never changed from anything harsher the gental sun rays or cloudy drizzle. It reminded him of what he made in purgatory those eons ago endless forest as far as the eye can see with the human soul being the only key to freedom. She truly was built in his image.

“You cheating lier,oh my father smite her for this witchery!!!” Lucifer yelled as Y/n grinned broadly. “Just declare bankruptcy and I won’t keep taking your property.” She grabbed the the two properties and the few bills he had as payment for him landing on board walk. “Never! I still have a five properties and a railroad I will not lose at the hands of a Winchester again.” He would never admit that he pouted as he glared at the monopoly board in distaste. “You just don’t want to be on kitchen duty forever.” Y/n spoke and the angel huffed,but agreed. After what seemed like years of hate and resentment those reserves turned into friendly banter between unconventional roommates. “Accept defeat and I won’t make you cook.” Blue eyes looked at her debating his options with a sigh he hands over his cards as e/c gleamed with joy at the victory. “Now come on ya sore loser I’ll make your favorite.” That quickly adjusted his sour mood as he grinned as his eyes followed her like he’d never seen her before. Lucifer never felt anything for anyone let alone a human,but this one was turning him into someone new.

Y/n Winchester knew she couldn’t let her emotions get the better of her while here. She noticed early on when Lucifer brought up her brothers to pull at her heart strings the weather became gloomy and untamed,but recently it was like spring was in bloom. Flowers she’s never seen grew around the cabin everytime the archangels words hinted with flirtatious teasing. It was a odd tingle like when her eyes first layed on him,but back then she couldn’t dwell on it now though she had all the time in the world. Lucifer was a name that caught her attention since she was young the name was like a curse word never to be uttered yet her lips recited the seven letter word like a whispered promise for what she never knew. Later into her life she had to think of the fallen angel as a monster because of what he did to her family Y/n world expanded for the worse when angels proven as a threat when it came to her brother as the two eldest archangels being the center of all the chaos. Yet no matter how much she tried she couldn’t let go of the hate she still held for Michael even though she quickly grew accustomed to Lucifer. She almost wanted to yell out to the missing father or creation why her thoughts never left the being that dammed humanity. If only she knew that these feelings were mirror by the very being she thought of.

Lucifer,the archangel that’s fallen so far from angelic grace never understood the light that invaded his mind whilst within the cage. Back when he first fell he thought it was the light of heaven growing small as he fell into the depths of the pit that soon became hell,but it seemed that light of the unknown took a form that was truly unclear that grew closer yet stayed out of his reach. Millenniums later the glow became a figure that called and when the seals all broke it was the closest it’s ever been,but still to far for any clarity. While it wasn’t till Lucifer took occupancy in the Sam as his meat suit did he seen the image of what he thought to be simple dreams crystal clear. Her hair was short/long reminded him of the finest silk,her skin a beautiful s/n that compliment her hair like it was hand picked by the most talented artist,and her eyes were just pure intoxicating making him fall in a drunken daze. He raked Sam’s mind to find out who she was,but all memories were blocked from him all the pages of her existence ripped from a novel of the young Winchester’s life with only broken thoughts with a vege image of her existence.

The fallen angel realized this was far different from the cage and possibly a plan set for him long before he fell. His father created a being of pure light to cure him of his darken ways the moment he bared the mark to seal Amara in her prison. The miracle Winchester was never meant to live having thought to parish in the demonic flames that consumed her mother,but she was here changing the heart of the written villian of the story her soft hands molding his grace not to it’s former glory though to somethings so much better.

As the rain softly poured outside the cabin the h/c woman looked out of it her hands warmed by a mug of (hot beverage) as she trailed each droplet that hit the glass with her eyes. Lucifer gaze looked at her from afar his heart full as the human,the one creation of his father’s he hated the most, just sat before him. He felt love unlike what he held for his brothers or his father it was something that was reserved for only her,the day to his night. Creeping closer he sat opposite of her his gaze unwavering and it was soon met with her own. “I don’t know how you did it,N/n.” She smiled softly at the nickname,but still looked confused. “Whay did I do,Luci?” Y/n asked taking a small sip of her drink. He licked his lips before taking one of her hands in his own much larger one. “You make me want to be a better man. Be the angel you seem to see in me. You believed I deserved saving and you went with it knowing what I’ve done,but you still gave me a chance after all my fuck ups,gorgeous.” It was almost impossible to stun a Winchester into silence,but she froze looking at him in shock and awe. “You’ve built this place and you could have leaved me here,but you stayed and changed me day by day no matter how badly I treated you.” Lucifer the devil himself hesitated with the next words on his tongue he lost the confidence it took him to speak up and his eyes shifted to their hands his ran cold whilst hers warmed his palms . “I-I think I love you.” The silence was thick almost strangling the archangel with the sheer weight of it.

A slight porcelain clack sounded and those warm hands cupped his face lifting his head up to look at her again, her eyes watered slightly with a soft sweet smile. She didn’t say anything,but it was made up by they harsh push of their lips together. The spark almost made him pull away eventhough all he wanted was to lean in more. His arms pulled her in closer taking in the heat between them before she pulled away breathless her forhead leaning against his own. “I think I love you too.” Tears slipped past her eyes and it was like she can see his grace shine through his Nick suit. “I also think it’s time for us to go. We can’t exactly stay her forever,Luci.” She looked out the window and it was like the world was crumbling as she looked back into his calming blue eyes. “Why do we have to leave? Out there I’m a monster here with you I’m loved.” Y/n gave him a much softer kiss it ending as quickly as it began. “I’ll be out there with you defending you every step of the way,because you’re not a monster you deserve to be loved.” The forest was gone left with a bright white that seemed infinite. Lucifer pulled her onto his lap holding her close. “As long as I have your love,gorgeous.” The cabin melted away form around them as they held eachother tightly his wings shielding her from the unknown.

When they opened their eyes the saw the were outside of a town pretty far form any buildings. Lucifer kissed the youngest Winchester on her head she gifted him much more then he’s ever received. He used his grace to find where they were and he groaned having sensed a heavily warded place,possibly the reason they weren’t closer,near by. “Do I really have to face your brothers now? I thought you do that after the first few dates.” He joked as she looked up at him love in her e/c eyes. “I think we’ve pasted dating. We were roommates.” Lucifer laughed as he kept her in his arms. “Once we’re done with your little reunion we are heading to the cabin…the real deal this time.” He said matter of factually. “I promise I’ll take us both home.” Y/n Winchester’s happy place was no longer only hers,but there’s and it wall because she was the light to drive away his darkness. Making him a better angel.

Chuck closed the leather binder journal standing up to put it away on it’s shelf thinking that’s a good place to leave off. His finger ran over the embroidery on the front of the female Winchester’s name along with his son’s. It’s was their story after all.

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A/n: Done with another spn fic boy!!! Getting all the characters I didn’t have in my fist round.

Quote: “You make me want to be a better man.” ~ As Good As It Gets

Hope you enjoyed more to come!!!

Thank God It’s Friday

Summary: Three days on repeat to save their sister before it’s too late, but they need to realize sooner or later you can’t save everybody.

Warning: Suicide(mentioned and done),accidentally murder, tw, blood, gore,spelling mistakes

Tagged:@spnquotebingo@nooneno@ampal98@fandom-fanfiction-reblog

Part 2 of What’s Worse Then Tuesday?Plz read pt.1

Her skin was pale scars littered her body, but the cause for the lack of completion were the vertical cuts from her wrist to the nook of her elbow one arm was over the edge of the tub while the other turned the cold water a red dark enough the only thing seen was a outline of her body. His scream was earth shattering as if he has never seen her die before, but he doesn’t get another chance like before he can’t beg the trickster to be merciful and allow her to live to go back exactly to the Wednesday before save them both. Sam would give anything to go back to Tuesday, because this was so much worse.

Dean rushed into the room not long after the sight made him sick to his stomach, but he pushed through and walked fully into the bathroom as he wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed laying her down. For the first time in a long time he kneeled on the side of the bed and prayed to anything that would listen to his plea. “Give us a do over. Sammy had his chance to save me now let us…together save her.” He had his eyes screwed shut his breath uneven. “Please Trickster? God? Fucking Satan! We need more time!” The flap of wings went unnoticed as a familiar voice spoke in the silent room.

“I’m truly flattered you said me before God and the Devil. Warms my heart.” The Winchester’s heads snapped up at the man laying on the bed opposite of Dean a sucker in his mouth and a arm propping up his head. “You son of a bitch! You tricked me!” Sam shouted as he went to hit the trickster when he got flung back. “I did not trick you into anything.” The shorter man denied as he opened up a new lollipop replacing the stick in his mouth. “You did everything willingly. I told you your sister wouldn’t be there she wasn’t included in your back to the future snafu.” Sam froze as he thought back trying to recall what he said while his older brother looked at him with shock. “You did what?!” The dirty blonde shot up from his kneeling position. “You traded Y/n’s life for me!? You left her to die here like this?!Alone!!!” Dean was fuming while pushing Sam’s chest. “No? No! Of course not you were dead not Y/n she was on a hunt away from everything. He told me she was running herself into the grave not that by going back to today time would keep moving forward for her.” That’s when the tallest Winchester turned to the man laying next to his sisters corpse. “You sent everyone, but her back. Why? I thought she was your favorite!” The supernatural creature sighed while playing with her damp hair. “She is my favorite not even a bump in the road like death can change that, it sure wouldn’t bump you morons up a place, but you needed to learn a lesson to a pop quiz that about to come up out of nowhere at any moment to bite you.” Gabriel looked at them.

Dean reached over to him and smacked his hand away from her h/c hair. “Don’t fucking touch her.” He snapped as the trickster raised his hands in surrender. “Can you help us get her back?” Dean was trying to avoid looking at the still body infront of him. “Nope not a chance. Samsquatch got not one, but two chances to save you after I warned him. He asked to get to Wednesday well here we are!! Missing one just like last time.” The man stood up popping his joints as he picked up Y/n’s personal hunting journal flipping through pages. “That was Sam. You never made a deal with me.” His honey gold eyes looked up. “Yes I did. You’re alive aren’t you?” He gave a chuckle about to skim the tea stained pages again. “The deals involved me, but this is my second day ever seeing you in town and we’ve never made any deal.” The eldest Winchester licked his lips nervously. “Fine! But let’s make the rules clearer this time.” Gabriel sat the journal down and paced the room grabbing the discarded suicide note. “She wrote this on Friday two days before she died and it took you three days to discover her body.” He crumbled the note tossing it over his shoulder before clapping his hands rubbing them together. “So let’s even those numbers hm…instead of reliving one day you’ll be sent to Friday until you save her before Monday. Two days..two and a half if you’re lucky, so you have more time before your heat of the moment. ”

Dean hummed. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” He thought it would be easy two people trying to keep her alive for three days. “There’s a hiccup she wasn’t here Friday. So you need to rub the two brain cells you both share and find her and keep her not suicidal.” Gabe picked at his nails. “And small hint for you guys. She was tracking something while here and it wasn’t just me so don’t go to her directly because technically neither of you should be there.” He smirked as paused in the center of the floor. “So your putting us in another loop until what we give up?!” Sam spoke for the first time in awhile. “No just until you realize everyone can’t be saved…” The long hair male stood up looking down at the trickster. “Why? Why can’t I have them both why them?” He chocked up a bit his breath wavering. “Because everyone doesn’t want to be saved.” With that he snapped his fingers.

Friday 7:30 am

“My legs are dangling off the edge!”

Sam shot up as he looked around the room was the Sam as if they never left. “The bottom of the bottle is my only friend!” He heard the radio and someone else. Dean sat at the table drumming his hand. “I think I’ll slit my wrist again and I’m gone gone gone gone.” Sam looked at him in horror as he shut the radio alarm clock off causing his brother to look at him in relief. “Dude that song hasn’t turned off for almost two hours that was like the millionth time it’s played I think.” Dean got up from the table holding up a newspaper with red marks all over it. “There was three cases in the area with this hotel being in the center of them. Did she ever tell you anything about what she was doing?” The oldest Winchester asked as he handed his brother the paper. Sam thought back to all the voicemails he could have easily opened his phone to listen, but he deleted them all. “She talked about wanting to still hunt, how the trickster was a dead end, and…and that all I can think of.” He was a horrible brother she called him just like she did when he was at Stanford just to never receive a reply. History was repeated itself he pushed her way until she gave up getting closer. “The trickster said he wasn’t the only creature she was looking for. He didn’t say hunt, but looking for that means she might have been trying to find a witch or reaper.” Dean rambled as he pointed to each of the cases. The tallest sighed as he ran a hand through his long hair. “She’ll kill…k-kill herself on Sunday and we only have today to hunt what brought her here before she shows up and we don’t know how she’ll react to seeing us.” He had a good point Dean was supposedly dead and Sam didn’t even acknowledge her as if she was a stranger.

The hunt began they started with the witch two hours from the hotel. Driving down they realized it wasn’t just a witch it was a coven how the hell did Y/n track down a coven was beyond them. The women quickly went to attack them, but they were no match to iron blades and bullets. The second oldest of the witches sat before them handcuffed in Iron shackles “Tell us everything you know about Y/n!” Dean demanded as the women chuckled blowing her red hair out of her face. “Shouldn’t you know it all you are wearing her brothers skin?” She panted blood on her face as she looked at them just before her head snapped to the side with the fist that flew at her cheekbone. “Tell us why she’d come here clearly you know something.” Sam shoved a paper that had Latin writing into her line of sight. “A resurrection spell that requires a lot of unholy ingredients.” He stated which made her chuckle. “Oh! That Y/n yeah she called awhile back and told us she needs a spell…we owed her a favor so making some headlines was worth getting it done.” The young women shifted her head at the spell books spilt on the floor along with viles and broken jars. “All that work for not. The moment she finds out there’s no spell she’ll fuck off to who knows where.” Dean saw a phone abounded on the ground ringing as he pushed a iron rod to her throat. “You aren’t telling her anything. She’ll see the ashes of this place thinking it backfired, but till then everything grand.” He picked up the phone and placed it on speaker.

“Hey Rosita! Sorry if you’re busy mama wasn’t answering. I’m heading to town from Big B’s place after some rough and tumble,if you know what I mean. I’m stopping by yours after settling; do ya got that special something cooking in a witches brew while cackling evilly?” The boys almost crumbled at her voice as she spoke almost like talking to a old friend. “You know it beautiful. It’ll be ready by tomorrow just as planned.” They looked at her raising a brow at the witch what was…is their sister involved in? Half a year doesn’t make bonds like this. “Thank you so god damn much, Hot stuff! Tell sisters and mom I said hi and ask her about that Huckleberry pie recipe she promised.” Tears slipped past the witches face as she silently cried looking at her deceased family strung about. “You got it, bye.” “Bye.” The call ended as the women hung her head and cried not caring about the iron forcefully digging into her throat. The brothers stepped back from the weeping woman gazing at the massacre. Y/n wouldn’t go to a monster for help if she didn’t trust them they killed good witches that only did bad to fulfill a favor. “She’ll kill you both masked as her brothers or not she knows a monster when she sees em.” The redheaded witches cackled Dean pulled himself together and grabbed the spell books and went to leave. “We got to clean the place cops would be hear after all the noise of the fight.” The brown eyed brunette nodded as his brother patted his shoulder leaving to baby. Sam slowly walked to the doorway his hands shaking as he ignited the match. “I’m sorry…it will all be fixed by Friday again.” Dropping the lit match it created flamed track to the walls over each body consuming the room in the orange blaze. She’ll be here tomorrow just got to make it to tomorrow.

The boys sat in the motel waiting watching looking for the moment she pulled in to the dingy motel settling just down the hall. A f/c 69’ charger pulled up next to the Impala right at seven a figure silhouetted by the rising sun went to the trunk grabbing two bags before heading towards the front desk humming a song completely disregarding the other muscle car next to it. “Doesn’t she recognize baby? She basically grew up in that back seat!” Dean was confused it made no sense. “Dean remember what the trickster said we technically weren’t here today so maybe she can’t see what wasn’t here.” Sam suggested as she came towards their hall to go to her room. “So what are we suppose to do just sneak around her to keep her safe like fucking guardian angels!?!” Dean was frustrated, but the sound of the doors lock made them both turn before running around like headless chickens before the door opened.

Saturday 5:30 am

Y/n slipped into the room gently closing the door. It was almost comical how they hid Sam looking around before hiding behind the floor length window curtains while Dean crawled under his bed. She looked around the room before walking towards Dean’s bed she flopped onto it much like her older brother did, face first, before turning on her back raising up to sit she held her hands on her head as she tried and control her breathing. “I’m so sorry, De. I should be trying harder to save you. I hate to admit it, but I gave up after awhile nothing that went bump in the night scared me anymore I am brutal just like him and I-I don’t like it and I know you wouldn’t either.” Dean listened intently at her voice he wanted to be right beside her. “I got exactly like this once after Sam left put everything into hunting to feel better, but you were there that time, to keep me and Dad from murdering each other, take me on late night drives to cool off, answer your phone each time I called… now you’re gone and so is Sammy.” Her breath hicked as she gave a watery chuckle. “It’s funny how history lived through or written down can always be repeated I thought after everything it be different. He’d be different, but now I’m here alone without anyone god it’s so much worse.” The oldest Winchester wanted to hug her and never let go this was her last words to him a apology for nothing she could have prevented. “I’m using some of my old favors. From hunters I helped to monsters I saved this is my last half assed effort to be useful to give Sammy what he needs most and that’s you, haha you Jackass, always has been always will be. The Winchester brothers against the world while their not even blood sister followed like a lost puppy.” She leaned down further her hand going to the underside of the bed almost hitting Dean in the face grazing his nose with her nails. Her fingers wrapped around something gently pulling it free. It was Dean’s colt it had the engravings and everything. “The myth is true they don’t clean motel rooms. You owe me twenty buck.” Pocketing the gun she stood up and walked back to the door she just came from. “Goodbye, Batsy…” she mumbled something so quietly he wasn’t able to hear before she left to her actual room.

The brothers got out of their hiding spots they need to save her they can’t fail her again. “Dean I’m warning you know that might not be the last time you hear that speech. We’ll try to do this quickly, but we’re not sure if this will be a one and done type deal.” Sam said closing the bathroom door as Dean sat in next to the spot she was in touching it noticing that wrinkles were across the bed meaning she laid down. “She couldn’t see our bags.” He looked at the foot of each bed opened. The room looked occupied, but she didn’t acknowledge it at all. “We don’t have time to worry about it we need to see where she’s going today. Clearly from the black magic she wasn’t as over with your death as I thought.” The tall brunette looked at the Latin books. “So we just wait around to see her decide to pick up a razor? Why don’t I just knock on her door say the witchy mumbo-jumbo worked and I’m back.” He went to leave the room when a body stopped him. “Clearly since my deal with the trickster went through it didn’t work on her end. She might think you’re a shifter or something.” Sam had a point it took him threatening and begging after almost a year without Dean to get him back. Something must have gone sideways for Y/n and the witch.

Sunday Evening

It was the evening the next day and they were following the h/c haired Winchester around she sat in the same diner that Sam lived a vivid nightmare in. Dean caught a slight twitch in her face, but ignored it thinking nothing of it a man walked to her they talked for awhile and he left shortly after. Y/n tucked a notepad in her leather jacket and left the street became impossible to get through with the Summer crowd of people trying to tour the Mystery Spot. “Damnit we lost her.” They couldn’t stay like this they didn’t even see were she went. Time was ticking it was almost Monday. Walking down the cleared sidewalk eyes watch them as the blindly try to track the mop of h/c hair.

Dean basically dragged Sam to the motel they waited in her room. It wasn’t until later she was on her way back, but Sam has already locked and broke the bathroom door they just had to wait to restrain her. The door knob twisted and the fluorescent light of the hall shined in the dark room. She looked awful after they last saw her her skin looked sickly as she groaned like a zombie stepping past the doorframe. In Y/n’s note she said she felt it all coming back the pain of a million deaths put her body threw hell. Dean stood up to grab her when his boot made contact with the table leg it made a dull thud, but the peace quickly turned to dark and twisted hide and seek. The oldest brother dived down as a bullets rang out Sam tried to get closer which was a bad idea with her hunter instincts dialed to a thousand she grabbed his arm flinging him over her shoulder into the dinning table breaking it. Dean got up on shaky legs before meeting the heated metal of a gun he just got pistol whipped and knocked out.

Brown eyes opened as he met the bright light of the room. “Why in the ever loving fuck are two leviathans doing in these parts? You missed the memo this is the more magical spells and tricks kinda creature unit, butt-ass fugly is three states over.” A snort sounded from Sam’s right to see his brother awake and bleeding. “Something up I’ve seen you two all day, but why do you keep changing skins can’t you keep them for at least a week?” She picked up John’s journal and flipped through pages. “We aren’t leviathans we just need to keep you alive till 12 okay?” The signature Winchester look over came her face as she raised a brow. “What kinda fairytale bullshit is that? Will I turn into a real girly girl at the stock of twelve?” She chuckled pacing infront of them. Sam didn’t understand last time a loop happened she believed him now she’s so skeptical and trigger happy it reminded him of Dad the man that lived by shot first ask questions later and so thoughtful pasted it on to Dean. “I’m gonna tell you this. I’m gonna kill you then sell your skin because that shit is gold when in the right hands.” A knife was brought to Sam’s face as she pushed into the side if his face. “NO!” Dean shouted after hearing Sam hissing in pain as he planted his feet on the bed he pushed his chair back making Sam’s go forward, but with the force it pushed Y/n backwards and landed her on the ground. The brunettes eyes widen as the scene unfolded.

Y/n fell towards the broken table as she fell on the protruding wood like a pit stakes. Pieces of the splintered wood cut up her arms with chicken scratch the lines beading pearls of red, but that wouldn’t kill her the jagged table legs did though. One leg went just above her hip bone and the one parallel to it went through her neck she barley chocked on her blood before her breath faded into gargles. The damaged skin seemed to fade into something worse scars and open wounds of all types appeared like a cloak was removed from the surface. Dean struggled to get out the ties to get to her, but Sam just looked on looking just past her head to see the microwave clock say 11:59 in those neon green numbers. He closed his eyes as Dean yelled and cried this was the first, but not the last.

“My legs are dangling off the edge”

Dean’s POV

My eyes snapped open as a gasp of air filled my lungs. Shooting up Sam was still asleep just like when I woke up last time. I kick the covers of going to the bathroom my hands shaking as I cupped the water flinging it in my face. “This was what Sam felt. She believed him she’s always believed the craziest most logical things.” The thought of Tuesday that they caught the trickster Y/n didn’t question Sam bringing a duffle bag to the diner. “Even if I’m technically dead she’ll believe in logic with evidence.” He held in his hand the necklace she got after her first hunt a bullet pressed flat it was he favorite thing and he took it off her corpse. Only I knew about the full story about it how she killed her first demon.

I walked to the door just like before and tried to open the door. Looking out I saw the room exactly as it was reflected behind me stepping through and that stupid fucking song was still playing I turned around and just saw the same thing. “Please wake up, Sammy.” I sat at the table and waited the radio clock repeated itself the words were getting stuck in my head how come only on Friday I can’t sleep in, but on the weekend I could maybe it was due to the loop reset and my body woke up before Sam making it permanently that way. Well as long as I’m here. I start to think Sam was making a deal with the trickster on Sunday and she died, but she stayed lifeless in that tub for two full days before Wednesday came. A ring came from my pocket spoking me and a very manly yelp slipped past my lips. The batman theme sounded causing a grin to pull on my lips I answer it, but froze up unable to speak. “Hello? Shit this number must have been reactivated…um well sorry for the bother.” With that the call ended before I could utter a single syllable. Pulling the phone away from my ear I look at the call log missed calls everyday from months and none of them had a voicemail attached…she called me knowing I could never answer, but unlike Sam she did it everyday like we always did when we were apart. I licked my lips…as I remembered what I always told her.

“Never mention monsters over the phone unless you know it’s only going to be heard by me. So no voicemails about slicing a blood suckered head or digging up a corpse. I’ll always call you back to hear ever detail, Robin.” Her smile was bright in her hand she held a phone she was leaving going her own way a year after Sammy left. Three numbers were already saved on the device, but if he could have seen it now every letter of that contact list would be occupied with someone who owed her a life debt and didn’t want her dead.

Slipping the phone in my pocket as I laid my head on the table starting to drum my fingers to the beat on the wood. At some point the words flowed out of my mouth. “My legs are dangling off the edge. The bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I think I slit my wrist again and I’m gone gone gone gone.” My voice seemed to muffle the sound of the bed sheets ruffling. “What the hell man.” Shooting up at the noise Sammy looked at me from his bed I can finally leave and start looking. “Finally awake I see. Now get dressed and let’s get out of this room before I go mental.” I threw the clothes he wore last time at him and grabbed Baby’s keys. Going to the door I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath as I twisted the handle. Opening the door I peaked at to see the out side of the motel and the door number across form us. I’d never felt so happy to see the plain depressing walls of a cheap motel.

The while coven was tied up I stood infront of the girl that we questioned before. Everything was in tack this time and not a single drop of blood was shed. “We need to know everything on Y/n Winchester. She’s coming to town tomorrow from Big B’s place now if you can just tell us everything from what She’s coming back to town for and how many she stops she has that would be best.” The red headed girl giggled throwing her head back and in seconds the other witches followed. “Why should I tell a monster like you anything about my darling daughter?” My gaze hardened at the older women who I assumed was the mother of all or at least some of the girls in the coven. “She is a Winchester, a hunter that kills monsters like you.” I scoffed at them as they giggled again. Sam stood off to the side looking at the books. “A child of this coven is a child of mine and a sister of theirs. We help and protect our own from hell beast like you.” I hate to admit that I almost snapped if it wasn’t for the phone call. “Right on time answer it!” I hold it up to the mothers face along with a iron rod. “Hello Mama Freya! I wanted you to know I’m heading to town from Big B’s before stopping by. Just wanted the stats on that…special stew?” Sam came closer listening intently. “It’s all cooked up almost ready to serve just as discussed my child.” I pushed the blade closer the flush on her neck turning red and it looked like it was boiling. “Thank you so much, Mama! Tell sisters I said hi and when I get there I want that Huckleberry pie recipe as promised.” The women smiled. “You and your pie obsession, bye hun.” A laugh sounded from the other end of the line. “What can I say it runs in my family, bye ma.” I creaked a smile or as Sammy so kindly described. “Wipe that doofy grin of your face.” I grumbled as I closed the flip phone. “Bitch.”

Sam kept his eyes in the book. “A resurrection spell. Is it guaranteed to work or is it not all that creaked up to be?” His gaze panned up at the restrained group of witches. “It’s very unprecedented for a human they might come back more monster then man too much unknown about it.” Rolling my eyes I snap my fingers. “How about telling us something you do know witchy poo. Y/n clearly has a list of pitstops between wherever she is and in this town. So mind giving us names and addresses.” I cock my gun holding it to her head knowing I loaded a iron bullet. “Oh and I’m not asking.” It took longer then expected but we got a list. First up was a guy named Leonardo Grayson he wasn’t that far out of town, next was the witches themselves so he must be Big B. After them it was someone called Gabriel, then a duo that they didn’t know the names just that a man and a women that’s as much as they knew.

Sitting in the hotel room I ran a hand in my hair. “She must be at this Grayson’s house before she came here so if we head out early tomorrow we’ll pass her on the highway and see what he offered her.” Sam looked at the map on the table. “Dean you understand we can’t go near her this time right. We—we killed her yesterday she was protecting herself like any sane person and we killed her.” He rubbed his fingers on his cheek ghosting over where the cut would be. “Sammy we don’t know what would have happened if she killed us first. N/n saw us a leviathans and if we died we don’t know if we’d get a do over.” I placed a hand on his shoulder no matter how pissed I am at him N/n was my main priority and getting out of this alive was all he needed even if she wanted nothing to do with Sam or hell maybe, both of us afterwards. “Don’t worry Sammy she’s a Winchester through and through she’s stubborn as a damn mull.” I hit his shoulder before walking over to my bag. We got work to do.

Saturday Morning

The sun barley peaked over the horizon the drive was more then a few hours it was silent on the car, but that was quickly dissolved when the radio crackled. It sounded so muffled and music was in the background of the static. “Never—back—trade—him—Bride—Queen of—” I looked at Sam confused that voice was female I was about to ask what the hell was that when second masculine voice spoke. “Ruler—unstoppable—return—live—die–” The sentences were to broken up to really understand it was Y/n and someone else. “—forget—who—them?” The voice became more clear it was like a old radio. “No—return—without—” That’s when a car came zooming by like it owned the road that f/c. “What the hell is going on.” I asked Sam looked deep in thought. “Maybe she was talking to someone in the car that’s why we heard it on baby’s radio and it got clearer the closer the car got to hers.” That made some kind of sense, but what were the talking about.

Its late in the evening by the time we get to the address of this B guy a small cabin not super close to town as originally thought it looked abounded but the smoke coming from the chimney said otherwise. We sneak in with guns raised. I went upstairs and Sam stayed down stairs. There’s a empty bedroom with both sides of the bed messed up male clothes were thrown around, but there was nothing really except for a slip of paper. Grabbing it I flip it over. “Had a great time last night and this morning. Thanks again for the shades, see ya later handsome.” There was a kiss in red lipstick mark and maybe my temper was raising like hell flames. My sweet badass baby sister was in some man’s bed last night it was clear no one was here so I rushed down stairs stuffing it in my pocket. Sam stood in the loving from looking at a weird flower. “Sam stop sniffing flowers nothings here.” Opening his mother to speak both of us froze as the door swung open. A man possibly Sam’s age with tattoos littering his exposed arms that held over his shoulders a dead animal bigger then anything I’ve seen. “Is that a fucking moose!?” I gasped in shock finally recognizing the animal he snarled throwing the hunt onto the floor like a sake of potatoes. I’m scared shitless and Sam looked paler then a sheet. “What monster has the nerve to come into my home!” His snarls turned into gutted growls as his teeth sharpened and his gray eyes turned gold. We broke into a alpha werewolf’s home and we don’t have that much silver to take him. “So I think I understand now Big B…Big Bad Wolf.” I laughed nervously as he then launched at us both Sammy and I dive in opposite directions as and scrambled to run. Sam booked it out the front door while I went up stairs which was stupid, but Sam has speed on his side he’ll out run me easy. It was Dark in the house now after he hit a master switch that turned if the lights of as he ribbed it out the wall.

I’m dead I’m so fucking dead. I would have guessed he went after Sam if he didn’t shake the cabin with his angered steps. He can probably smell me, but we’ve searched this whole house maybe it was too spread out oh god please spread out. “Thought you were so high and mighty coming into my home to what? Kill me?!” I heard doors slam open I was on the window ledge the jump was to steep so I just had to wait. Then I heard a roar so powerful I almost slipped. “WHERE IS IT!?!” I frowned till it clicked I grabbed the note and never put it back. Shit shit shit fuck. The power steps faded and I stupidly let out a sigh of relief. Glass flew into my face and before the sound of the window shuddering could register a clawed hairy hand grabbed my throat pulling me back into the room. He dragged me down the stairs like a ragdoll before lifting me up and growling in my face as he gazed turned towards the open door. “I HAVE YOU’RE LITTLE FRIEND AND IF YOU WANT HIM TO STILL HAVE A BEATING HEART I SUGGEST YOU COME QUICKLY!!!!” He was dead serious as he slowly began to squeeze down on my throat I was close to backing out when a pair of foot steps made me look over their she was again a gun in her hand pointed at me well…again. “Leo put the blood bag down.” The werewolf dropped me and I gulped up the air.

“He came for my head the bastard! Why is he still allowed to be alive, Luna?” Y/n walked forward caressing behind his ear and that seemed to calm him down enough to shift him back to his human form. “He wasn’t after you. He came for me. Isn’t that right, Twilight?” She stepped closer to me using the barrel of her gun to lift my head. “First of all I don’t glitter in the light and second of all I’m trying to save you.” I said and she almost howled in laughter. “Yeah and attacking my coven and my pup is really saving me. Good job want a gold star, jackass?” My mind froze it so different hearing her say those words these were her people and we’ve kind of attacked them. “It’s not like that Robin we ju—” Her fist cut me off damn that hurt like a bitch. “Don’t call me that. It’s not yours to use.” Hurt filled her e/c eyes before being replaced with anger. “I’m trying to explain. You went back to that damn Mystery spot and remember what happened last time? You and me— um your brother Dean died over and over till you woke up and only he died.” I spoke fast and a flicker flashed in her eyes.

Come on N/n you gotta get those gears turning. “So what are trying to say the Trickster got you stuck in a loop and you’re hunting me down to save your ass?” Damnit no no so close, but no. “The trickster thecandy eating bastard put us here and each time we wake up we have a new face, we’re a new monster.” Her brow frowned as her face seemed to be running over the sentence again before it hardened. “Grab him.” She demanded and the guy picked me up as she cooked her gun looking around tense. “What the hell I thought we were getting somewhere!” I shouted. Y/n looked at me again with a flame that a well weathered hunter harbored. “You said us and we. Where’s the others?” The banister of the stairs got a hole blown into it and splinters of wood flew as the two of them ran upstairs with me thrown over his shoulder like a bag. “DAMNIT DON’T SHOOT!!!” I yelled but it was no use. Y/n split up from us staying in the room while I was in the supply closet with the beast. He pulled knifes from between bathroom and cleaning supplies. He looked down at me. “Stay here.” With a huff he ran out and most likely downstairs. I immediately left and went to find Y/n. A fight seemed to breakout on the first floor and guns fired and things being broken. Upstairs was a bust she wasn’t there anymore, but the open window kicked my ass in gear. I ran downstairs and saw Sam about to shoot a round of silver at the werewolf when s/c arms wrapped around his neck strangling him.

It was a Rodeo and Sammy fought wildly like a bull to get her off he swung himself around trying to remove her from his back. “Sammy stop!!” I shouted as the shine of silver gleamed in the fires light. In a quick motion the knife was dug into Sam’s shoulder. He yelled, but used the arm no longer around him to flip her over her back making content with the cobblestone of the fireplace and he drew his shotgun to fire at what I can only assume he thought was another wolf. Going to fire I grab his arm jerking the barrel up as it went off. It hit the mirror above causing it to rain shards of glass that hurriedly fell to the ground most cut and sliced at Y/n who was just below it. Her arms bleed in familiar places as she shielded her face. It all moved so slow like in all those cheesy action movies Sam cocked the gun again and aimed, her face was still hidden from the attack of glass, the metal shrapnel flew at her chest small pieces packed quite the punch. The hit blew her back into the roaring flames the flannel easily caught a flame her yells were haunting. “Y/N!!!” I yelled and ran to her pulling her free ripping my jacket off I pat her down, but it was too little too late the fire burnt her skin blisters forming on places not charred black her chest caved in from the close range of shotgun blast. S-she’s dead a-and we didn’t even make it to Sunday.

Friday Sam POV

“My legs are dangling of the edge”

I sat up Dean sat on the ground his back leaning against the bed as his eyes teared up as he muttered the words of the song before looking at me. “Two days you’ve been asleep two days.” I was shocked at his words. “The sun has been stuck like that for forty-eight hours, Sammy all because of you!!” The guilt in my chest seemed to just settled I shot at N/n and even after Dean called for me to stop I still fired and killed her. “I’m sorry, Dean. I-I didn’t mean to.” My throat felt like it was swelling as I spoke I’ve never directly caused any of Y/n’s death in the loop like I accidentally did to Dean, but this wasn’t a slip of the hand and a axe flying this was multiple rounds of silver. I got up and Dean shook his head and just sat on the bed having already been dressed. “Remember the guy from the Diner that N/n was talking to. We watched everyone who came into town so he was already here so we find him we can question him. He was the last one to talk to her.” I said as I pull up my pants and all he could do was nod before walking to the door. This was taking it’s toll on Dean watching her die just like we I saw him die, but something uneasy came over me at my thoughts I felt like this only for Dean and not for Y/n. I don’t understand she would die seconds after him though seeing him die stuck with me. She should have been on my hip the moment Dean’s final breath she could have followed, but I didn’t care.

How the fuck can I think like that?! Of course I care about Y/n she’s my sister. This isn’t me she’s my partner in crime, my reading buddy, and I abounded her again. How could I’ve been so stupid to leave her like we didn’t share the same struggle. I forced her to lose all the family she had left because of revenge and she saw no point in staying with nothing to live for. “Sammy? Sam?! Dude I got a hit!” I snapped out of my daze. Looking at Dean, when did we get in baby? “What?” He rolled his eyes as he pointed to the bag in his hand. “While you were in la la land Goldilocks I got food and guess who decided to take a stroll–” He pointed out the windshield at a man with his back to us walking down the street. “Are man of the hour.” Looks like we’ve got work to do.

Kidnapping is against the law, but dammit we need answers. Removing the bag for his head wide blue eyes flickered between us scared he screamed behind the gag as he struggled. We did the monster test and nothing came up so we had to wait for him to wake up. Removing the cloth gag he gasped as before spitting out questions. “What the hell is happening?! W-who are you? Let me go!” Standing in front of him my eyes boring into his what is he. Looking over at Dean he pulls out his gun putting it to his head. Tears rolled down his face as he closed his eyes bowing his head. “Please don’t kill me I have a family!!!” He shouted as he tried to move away from the barrel. “Just tell us how you know, Y/n.” I said as he opened is eyes that were tinted a slight red. “I-I don’t know who tha–” The sound of the gun cocking cut him off. “Bullshit start talking before it gets ugly.” Dean demanded and the man shuddered as he seemed to start crying his shoulders quaking with each wet hiccup. I gave Dean a bitch face this guy definitely wasn’t the same person. As I went to stand up and take the gun away from him small bubbling laughter replaced the crying.

His shoulders showed his restraint, but a booming laugh that caused both me and Dean to take a step back. I kept my eyes on him avoid Dean’s I told you so glance. “She’ll never come back to you guys. After all she’s to busy in bed with me.” A shit eating grin pulled at his lips. Maybe I should have grabbed the gun from Dean. The revolver was pushed in his face and all the guy did was grin leaning into it. “Pull it, Dum-Dum.” When he didn’t pull the trigger he pushed the gun out of his face. Wait his hands were restrained. With a snap of his fingers the Trickster was standing before us. “You guys can’t get enough of me. Sorry not enough for you losechesters well except for the little one of course.” I grabbed the gun from Dean this time before he can shoot the supernatural creature. “Why were you with her on Sunday? What lies did you tell her, huh!?” This trickster was starting to piss me off. Was he interfering with the loop to play with us. “We only had a little chat. Exchanged numbers to connect later.” That didn’t make sense she killed herself why would she give out her number if she planned not to use it…unless she didn’t commit suicide, but that didn’t make sense. “Come on Samsquatch use that brain you claim you have. Your getting closer to the answer.” The shorter male said. “It wasn’t suicide it was something else.” I said and the monster sighed throwing his head back. “I put the answer on a tee and you still manage to miss.” Snapping his fingers he placed the red licorice in his mouth. “Then what is it then?! What am I missing? Tell me.” Those golden eyes rolled as he walked up to me his eyes screaming mischief. “Fine I’ll tell you.”

Dean stepped in. “What’s the catch?” The man hummed chewing slowly. “If I tell you. You get one more go around and the outcome stays. Does that sound fair? Three full days and you know exactly were she is all three of them.” I tried to contemplate it we are starting better off knowing on Friday she was with the wolf, then came into town Saturday possible doing research before heading to the witch coven, and finally Sunday sitting at the diner returning home late at night to her room. Somethings weren’t accounted for, but better start. “Deal!” The shock of the apple green eyes and the smug smirk on the tricksters face made me want to retract that statement. “Perfect! She did kill herself in that tub, but not from depression from Dumbs death like her letter made you believe or the abandonment from Dummer, that’s you, so there’s your answer.” He tried to leave when I stopped him. “That’s not the whole thing! Tell me the whole truth!!!” I yelled and all he did was grin. “You asked to know if it was suicide or something different and I told you plus some. Our deal never included all the answers.” Holding up his hand he snapped his fingers. What have I done, again?

My eyes flutter open as I silence my alarm. The arm around my waist squeezed me and I turned around coming face to face with steel blue eyes gazing into me. “That alarm us depressing as hell.” His gruff voice said as I chuckled laying my head on his bare chest. “Yeah, but I couldn’t keep waking up to rock anymore.” I smiled sadly Enter Sandman was my original alarm sound, but I couldn’t stand hearing it anymore and I was so close to throwing away my cassette tape collection because every memory tied me to Dean and they only mocked me as someone that watched her brother died in their arms and was left behind. “Enough with the sad thoughts, Luna.” The rumble of his voice pulled me out of it. “No sad thoughts here I’ll be fixing it all soon, pup.” I kissed up his neck causing his chest to vibrate with a purr that was so rough it sounded more like a growl. The world spun as I was pinned down looking up at him I raise a brow hooking my leg behind his knee flipping us. “Oh pup my turn to in charge.” What a fun way to start other morning.

Finial Loop~ Y/n POV

“My legs are dangling of the edge”

After taking a shower Leo went in after talking about needing to hunt soon. “When I get back promise me a fantastic dinner, Leo!” I shouted and he gave a yell of agreement. I pull on some clothes fixing my hair and face. Taking a slip of paper from my journal I write a small note before kissing it. Grabbing my bag I walk down stairs looking at the vase plant. My eyes unfocused as I saw a unclear blurred image of a man examining the plant before turning around and fading away my vision focuses again and I shake my head. What the hell was that? I step closer taking the large bundle of the same flowers next to it. Wolfsbane wasn’t as common as people assume and it doesn’t ward off werewolves it gives them a boost actually making newly turned one’s have more control over themselves and pure-bloods a extra kick. Within my hand was far more then any werewolf could consume at once. I leave and get into my car…I wish I got baby, but Sam just left one day so I had to find my own and Dean would be proud of the beaut I found opening the trunk I throw the bag in keeping the bundle of flowers in my hand. Starting the car I take one of the violet/blue flowers and I start chewing it bitter and gross, but to finish this by Sunday I had to work.

“The bottom of the bottle is my only friend.”

As I drove I turned on music drumming on the steering wheel. “I don’t think you trust. In…my…self-righteous suicide. I…cry…when angels deserve to DIE!!”I was bobbing my head to the drums. “All of them deserve it, darling.” I snapped my head to the side in shock before calming down reaching to lower the music. “Crowley a pleasure, but what have I told you about the whole appearing and not making yourself seen before talking. Next time I’ll make a devils trap.” He raised his hands in surrender as he chuckled a glass of scotch in hand. “Do you have what I was required?” I rolled my eyes as I lifted up the wolfsbane and stuck out my tongue to show the purple hue. “Yeah and the veil. A-are you sure this is going to work? I know its a little to late to stop now, but its just…” I sigh the words not coming out a hand rested on my shoulder and I gave a hum in content. “Everything will be different I won’t be able to turn around. Things will never go back to the way it was after I do this whole trading places for him huh?” The Scottish demon shook his head and I gave a dry laugh. “I’ll become the fucking Bride of Frankenstein with all this supernatural shit juicing up my soul the Queen of monsters if you will.” I glanced over at him as he nodded in agreement a small grin pulling at his lips. “Ruler of them all my dear truly a unstoppable force that morons soul will be returned no contract attached and he may live again. All you must do is die and once in hell you’ll become whole.” He said taking a sip. A car came down the lone road and as it started to pace my mind slipped into my inner thoughts of how I got here.  All of this started months ago I was trying to find a way to sell my soul for Dean, but all demons refused and it wasn’t until the King of crossroads and I struck up a deal was any progress made. Our deal was unlike any other. No hellhounds were doomed to rip my soul from my body and I learned the true reason that I was unable to make a deal. My soul had something special I was destine to be the Winchesters saving grace, but to do that my soul could no longer be human.

Letting the memory fade the black car no longer in sight which was odd I just get back to the conversation. “Will I you know…forget about them? Forget who I am to them?” Crowley frowned slightly at my question before speaking up. “No my sweet clover you’ll remember and you can return just you must live without them on your own, but your use to that. Aren’t you?” I sucked my teeth and nodded my head this was for my brother Dean and Sam to reunite them and get out of the way. “Do you have what I need?” I asked and a silver flask was pulled from his jacket shacking it slightly. “The blood of a hell born beast.” His words made me look over all I needed was two more things and it’ll be done. I grab the flask about to open it a drink when his hand stopped me. “You already look sick from the other ingredients and you aren’t even halfway done with consuming them all. Wait till you get to your witchy friends to help.” I nodded as I look down the long road turning the music back up.

“Why have you forsaken me? In your arms forsaken me in your eyes forsaken me oh!”

Time skip Saturday Morning~

I pulled into the the motel parking as I tried to even out my breath. Stepping out I close the drivers door and get my bag from the back. I saw a flicker of a car next to me, but my eyes must be playing tricks on me. I walk to the respiration desk and get a room key funny enough it was the room I was originally supposed to be in, but it was unavailable last time so I slept on the lumpy sofa. I walked down the hall, but freeze infront of the door checking to see if anyone was looking I pick the lock the sound of a slight shuffle didn’t stop me though. The door swung open the light of the sun illuminated the room enough it looked just like it did the day we were going to leave minus the once messy beds. Setting my bag down I walk over to the bed Dean slept in and flopped on it my body doing a small bounce.

The covers almost felt warm underneath, but I chalked it up to the direct sunlight it was getting. I flip over and sit up cupping my face in my hands letting out a deep breath tears starting to well up. “I’m so sorry, De. I should be trying harder to save you. I hate to admit it, but I gave up after awhile nothing that went bump in the night scared me anymore I am brutal just like him and I-I don’t like it and I know you wouldn’t either.” My voice hitched as the salt water built up. “I got exactly like this once after Sam left put everything into hunting to feel better, but you were there that time, to keep me and Dad from murdering each other, to take me on late night drives to cool off, answer your phone each time I called… now you’re gone and so is Sammy.” I give a watery chuckle at the thought of Sam my supposed brother. “It’s funny how history lived through or written down can always be repeated I thought after everything it be different. He’d be different, but now I’m here alone without anyone god it’s so much worse.” The sun seemed to warm my body in some type of embrace a feeling that I’ve missed and have been craving it felt so close and personal I could almost return the hug, but no one was there not anymore. My anger that I held towards Sam for so long turned onto me after a few months I wasn’t enough to him after Dean left maybe I was never enough. “I’m using some of my old favors. From hunters I helped to monsters I saved this is my last half assed effort to be useful to give Sammy what he needs most and that’s you, haha you Jackass, always has been always will be. The Winchester brothers against the world while their not even blood sister followed like a lost puppy.” I leaned down slipping my hand on the underside of the bed my fingers gently wrapped around and pulling it Dean’s colt free. “The myth is true they don’t clean motel rooms. You owe me twenty buck.” Pocketing the gun I stand up and walk back to the door. “Goodbye, Batsy. See ya soon.” I close the door with my bag in hand I got to my own room. After the long drive I want to take a small nap before heading over to the coven house I already called her Friday.

Knocking on the door of the house a tall women with long red hair opened the door before I can greet Mama she pulled me into a tight a hug and I went limp in her hold resting my head on her shoulder breathing in the smell of saga and rosemary. “My child you’ve finally arrived.” She released me from the hug pulling me into the cozy home. It looked normal in the front area, but after stepping into the living place it screamed witch. My “blood of the coven” sisters quickly came over and we all started chatting like a bunch of high school friends I wished Dean could see me now in a share circle talking about boys while a mother figure was in the kitchen making lunch for us. He’d be happy for me I’m being normal grabbing a slice of that apple pie life like he’s always wanted for us, but God if he only he knew I would throw all of this away the happiness,normality,my lifd to be with him again on the road or states apart just knowing he’s there if not for me,for anyone is all I’ll ever need. We all ate and laughed before testing the spell the liquid looked like tar and the consistency wasn’t far off. ”It will take a month to work just like you wanted. When you feel the time is right drink it all don’t leave a single drop or I’ll kill you myself.” Mama Freya threatened and I quickly nodded taking the bottle. “Hey mama I was wondering I have all these ingredients I need to take, but they are..” I shiver thinking of the taste of the metallic blood going down my throat or the skin rudder and tough stuck in my teeth. “Hard to keep down can you put them in a easier form to swallow?” She smiled as she took the bag of ingredients taking each items one at a time and it was like looking at a rainbow of pills I dig through my bag finding old pain killer bottles,orange prescription bottles,and a empty baggies that I haven’t cleared from my bag to hold them all. Over twenty full bottles and five baggies of the small rounded and capsual shaped objects.

“Its getting late Mama I best be on my way back to the motel. I still have two more ingredients.” She nodded sadly and hugged for what felt luke the millionth time since being here. Haha millionth is over exaggerating and it sounds like something Dean would say. “I’m going to miss you girly. The place won’t be the same without you.” Her face was that of a mother mourning the lose of a child that simply is leaving the nest not about to do the unthinkable and leave this earth. “I’ll be back before y'all even notice I’m gone. Scouts honor.” I raised my hand and gave a grin. “You better be I’ll have more pie baking waiting for you.” My eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. I nodded quickly as I went to say by to my sisters. “Good night everyone.” I heard various shiuts as I closed the door walking over to my charger I look into the glass of the drivers door and see the house behind me in flames. Snapping back around it was completely fine…what the hell is going on?! I got in the car and drove back to the motel maybe hallucinations are a side effect. I just need to sleep it off like a hangover.

Sunday Moning

I woke up early for breakfast and my meet up with Gabe. Rolling out of bed I get ready I gaze at the full bottles and baggies and I dump half of each in my hand setting them aside as before grabbing a glass…water or whiskey? It was morning and I wanted to semi walk straight so I went with water. Taking it all down with atheist to glasses of water I get up and leave walking to the dinner seeing no point in driving. It was weird walking down the same sidewalk that I once shared with Sam and Dean each step was painful and it was like the feeling all those months ago is coming back in waves. I’m sure if I stayed in the same room it would be ten time worse. Ignoring the pain I stepped in the dinner looking at the menu,but someone sat in front of me just as the waitress came up. “She’ll have a short stake with your meat lover omelet and a black coffee. I’ll take your Nutella pancakes as a large stake extra nutella and a hot chocolate.” The women quickly wrote that down not even having to say a word and left looking up from the plastic covered menu my e/c orbs met molten gold ones. “You know I just get all tingly when you take charge like that.” I give a flirtatious smile as her winked at me. Chuckling I set the menu down giving him my full attention. “So trickery archangel what is it like?” He looked shock for a second before recovering. “I knew I liked you for a reason,smarties. My angelic looks?” Gabe tried to smolder,but I just sighed letting out a breathy laugh. “Since the trial started I’ve noticed your energy and power is stronger yet more pure then any other trickster.” I said and he gave a nod.

“So that’s why you called me back to this hell hole to confront me. Boo I was hoping for a little more bedroom eyes and less business tone.” Gabriel said as his stake of chocolate on chocolate pancakes were sat infront of him as he then drowned it in make syrup. Mine were sat down as well,but I started on the omelet first. “Not really to confront you but to ask for something. When we met last time I told you about the trial and what I needed after trying to kill a trickster buddy of yours. Now that I know you have not just angel blood,but trickster mojo mixed in I was wonder If I can have some.” He paused setting the syrup down and gazing up at me. “Alright no biggie have had worse things wanting my blood.” Snapoing hus finder he held a vial of blood that glowed slightly and handed it over. I was a little shocked that was alot easier then expected,but I won’t look a gifted horse in the mouth. Suddenly I felt like I was freezing up someone was watching us giving Gabe a look he got the idea and we stopped speaking about supernatural and continued to eat. As we both finished I pulled out a notepad and pen. “Tell me were to find you I’ll see when we can meet.” Gabe nodded and wiped his mouth. “10236 Charing Cross Road, Los Angeles,CA~” I wrote it out and as I read over it my eyes turned back up I gave my best bitch face at his smug grin. “The playboy mansion?” He gave a smirk as we both stood up. “What can I say the ladies love me.” I was tempted to hit him with the notepad,but went against it as I put it back in my inner jacket pocket. “Later Gabe. Don’t get in too much trouble I’m not saving you.” I placed the money on the table. “I wouldn’t dream of it,Angel.”

I left with that the eyes I felt on me earlier followed me out of the dinner. Diving into the crowed weaving between people I keep going before dipping into a alley getting to the opposite side to a different street. I had one more meet up for the day

Time skip

The warehouse was worn down,but it was the only place far enough for this. Opening my phone I dial Crowley’s number. The moment it rung once he appeared infront of me along with his mother. “Hello Rowena.” She smiled at me stepping closer hugging me. Whats with the hugs today? “Oh you wee little las! So precious!” Her hands cupped my cheeks as she looked me over. “When Fergus told me you were a Winchester I expected a brut of a lady,but not near this lovely.” I peaked over her shoulder to look at Crowley with a elevated brow all he did was sigh and shack his head. Rowena finial stepped back as I brushed myself off. “Now on with business. How much is left?” He asked as I shivered at the amount of items I had to swallow. “Half of everything. Once I’m back at my room I’ll take the other half then the spell.” I said and Crowley nodded as his hand caressed his facial hair. “Shouldn’t be long now,Clover. Dean will be back in three days time no strings attached.” This was a relief if Dean saw me he would kill me before I got the chance to do it myself. “Don’t worry,love hell isn’t all bad.” The redheaded witch said causing me to give a look.

“Yes day filled of torture and nightly strolls through the flames are quite pleasant.” Crowley stiffled a chuckle as Rowena smiled. “She’s feisty too,Fergus if you don’t settle down with her no girl will be nearly enough.” A choked gasp came from the demon as he coughed on his whiskey that he summoned. “Mother please not this. Not now.” He was able to clear his throat enough to talk. “If not now then when Fergus?! You aren’t getting any younger and I’ve lived enough life to at least see one grandchild!” She shouted. I gave a apologetic smile at the demon king’s expense. Life with a mother sure had it’s ups and downs. The arguing didn’t stop so I took my leave Dean would find it funny if I ever told him ‘So I witnessed a demon and a witch get in a argument about future grandkids’ he’d eat it up. Anything I’d tell him he’d pay attention a hundred percent even if it bored the crap out of him. It’s what good brothers do they stayed through all the shit good,bad,exiting,or boring. The don’t leave.

Time skip Nighttime

I drove back to the motel feeling sicker then ever before it was the horrible withdrawal it was around time to take the rest of it and end it all. Arriving back I turn on the light it felt like someone was here,but it was so faint. I open all the pill bottles along with the glowing angle blood and look at the empty glass from this morning deciding on the whiskey instead to was it all down. Handful after handle I gulp them all down the bottles were empty and the alcohol was a third full. Looking at the vial of black I take a deep breath…it was time. Opening it I tilted my head back and let it slide down my throat it felt like I was trying to swallow a live slug. It was slow and almost agonizing,but it eventually went down. Taking in a deep breath I stand up with a slight wobble I grab my bags putting everything,but my journal and the empty bottles away. Stepping on the bed I slip the duffel bags in the air vent and fall back on the bed flopping. Dozen of empty pill bottles,whiskey,a knife,and a suicide note in

Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900’s Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean’s body so like…idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak’s that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you’d think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak’s have been introduced the world’s most feared gang the L/n’s is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father’s name) leading his kingdom no…empire with his wife (Mother’s name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn’t much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. “WHAT THE HELL!!!” Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. “I’m due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!” He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. “I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There’s no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father’s name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother’s untimely passing and (Mother’s name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed.” Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

“You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories.” Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. “He was one of the only people you’d go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there’s on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all.” Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he’s sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

“No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He’s in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don’t need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet.” With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. “Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer” that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he’s not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he’d do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn’t settling well with him that didn’t mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. “Can I come,please!” His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. “Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time.” The pout on Castiel lip didn’t move as he held up his hand his pinky out. “Promise?” Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. “Promise.” With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man’s leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. “Were is my money?” He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. “Help please!” He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn’t called for assistance. “No can do.” A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. “I came for my five notes.” The didn’t seem fazed at the torture. “Fuck you gypsy scum!!” The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. “I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I’ll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are.” His tone dropped further the blade under the man’s fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let’s just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. “Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost” The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. “Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself.” His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael’s guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. “Why did you do that?” Michael asked as they walked out of the town. “You worked for that money and gave it all away.” He was confused he’s never seen a man work for a family that wasn’t his own.

“They need it more. Schools out the children don’t get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I’m alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work.” Novak wasn’t sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. “Thats very admirable of you.” Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. “It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I’m not saying I’m amazing,but sometimes I’m decently above average. That’s what people need someone decent enough go care.”

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. “It’s been a pleasure,Mr. Novak.” The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. “You know who I am and I don’t even get a name.” He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. “I’m N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams.” Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he’s taking what’s his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak’s. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn’t want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men…no boys with guns.

“Everyone get down on the ground. We’ve come only for the money we won’t hesitate for blood as well.” The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. “Ah! If it isn’t Michael Novak no men to protect you now.” A man he didn’t realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. “Pathetic.” The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. “It would be in your best interest to leave,boys.” They all train their guns at the man. “Why’s that,you motherless bastered?” The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. “Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men.” After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. “I only count ten I still have the upper hand.” N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what’s to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. “Upper hand you say?” He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. “Thank you.” His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. “Consider it a gift from M/n L/n.” The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. “Now if I’m not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy.” He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. “Will you be there?” Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. “You can count on it. We’ll be seeing eachother alot more.” The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak’s sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. “The L/n’s are here.” Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. “M/n been a long while hasn’t it?” The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n’s answered. “That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn’t come he had some other business to handle.” N/n or M/n now to Michael’s knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. “This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don’t mind him.” The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. “Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me.” A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak’s way. “Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what’s mine,their little toys they call guns were child’s play compared to my men.” M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

“Are you a knight that saves people?” The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. “Sometimes when I want to be.” A bubbly giggle rang out. “You saved Mikey making him your prince.” Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. “Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?” He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn’t bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. “Yeah and I’m gonna make him my king and take him to my castle.” M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. “We’ll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after.” Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. “Um if you’ll excess me. I need some air.” Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn’t hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. “You knew the whole time who I was.” Micheal didn’t look up at the man as he sighed. “Yes I knew who you were…we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself.” The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. “Chuck knew as well.” Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. “He didn’t know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick.” Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. “Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I’d slip away made me realize it can’t be so bad.” M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. “I was afraid at first you’d hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults.”

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. “I know this won’t mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you’ll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband.” In M/n hand that wasn’t interlocked with Micheal’s he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. “No matter what,Novak,I’ll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing.” M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. “Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting.” as he slipped the ring on the silent man’s finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. “My angel with a shotgun.”

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A/n: Second Male reader and I had to spell check for almost 50 she/her in her so I think I got them all lol.

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Quote: “I’m not saying I’m amazing,but I’m decently above average.”-Blacklist @spnquotebingo

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn’t all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that “to” bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. “Oh puddin I just love family night!~” The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. “Batsy batsy batsy” Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. “Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?” The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter’s e/c eyes. “Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!” She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. “Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!” Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn’t seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. “He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car.” Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. “Puddin we have a visitor.~” The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. “Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot.” He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. “YOU’RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!” Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. “I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me…a little present?!” He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. “Anything for my princess.” The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That’s how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

“Caught ya,Jay bird.” I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. “Yeah you caught me,beautiful.” Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We’ve been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn’t know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

“Why are you helping me?” Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn’t hard to piece together who the bat fam is. “I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that’s very unhelpful.” This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn’t long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. “Why are we doing this,n/n.” He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I’m seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? “Because I crazy that why!” I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. “Heya sleeping beauty.” Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. “I’m alive,but h-how?” His green eyes looked at me. “A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth.” Handing him a towel and some clothes. “Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all.” Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn’t go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. “Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?” A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. “Gladly,Jay bird.” I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn’t seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he’s as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it’s name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. “You’re dating someone and its serious and I didn’t know about it?” He asked trying to deduct everything. “I’ve been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more.” That’s when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

“Life is short Jason and you’ve experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it.” Perfect wasn’t realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn’t perfect her life sure as hell isn’t she’s the clown princess I’m a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We’re both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. “Happy birthday,gorgeous.” His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. “Awe you shouldn’t have.” I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. “This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn’t try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn’t give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid.” He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. “Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me…Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?” My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. “Oh my god of course!!!” I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. “I love you.” “I love you more crazy.” I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. “If I’m crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me.” Yep we’re both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I’m mean he’s definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card