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Not so friendly reminder

Tamlin may have slut shamed Feyre for sleeping with Rhys, but the entire Court of Dreams shamed Nesta in ACoFaS. Even though a good part of it was just Feysand smut. And, Cassian kept going after her even after she rejected him, because he apparently can’t take a no ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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iamthespineofmybook:

““Kings and lords come and go and leave nothing but statues in a desert, while a couple of young men tinkering in a workshop change the way the world works.””

— Lord Havelock Vetinari, The Truth, Discworld book 25

“Only Ron’s dog was watching William. He considered that it had, for a dog, a very offensive and knowing look. A Couple of months ago someaone had tried to hand William the old story about there being a dog in the city that could talk. William had explained that it was an urban myth. It was always a friend of a friend who had heard it talk, and it was never anyone who had seen the dog. The dog in front of William didn’t look as if it could talk, but it DID look as if it would swear.”

Terry Pratchett - The Truth

“What was once considered impossible is now quite easily achieved. Kings and lords come and go and leave nothing but statues in a desert, while a couple of young men tinkering in a workshop change the way the world works.”

Terry Pratchett - The Truth

“DO NOT PUT ALL YOUR TRUST IN ROOT VEGETABLES. WHAT THINGS SEEM TO BE MAY NOT BE WHAT THEY ARE.”

Terry Pratchett - The Truth

“Mrs. Tilly, I think you wrote a lovely well-spelled and grammatical letter to us suggesting that everyone under the age of eighteen shoulqd be flogged once a week to stop them being so noisy?’ ’

Once a day, Mr de Worde,’ said Mrs. Tilly. ‘That’ll teach ‘em to go around being young!”

- Terry Pratchett - The Truth

“And something that distinguishes the Mr Windlings of the universe is the term ‘in my humble opinion’, which they think adds weight to their statements rather than indicating, in reality, 'these are the mean little views of someone with the social grace of duckweed’.”

- Terry Pratchett - The Truth

“We’ve always looked beyond the walls for the invaders,” he said. “We always thought change came from outside, usually on the point of a sword. And then we look around and find that it comes the inside of the head of someone you wouldn’t notice in the street.”

- Terry Pratchett - The Truth

“WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL LURKS IN THE HEART OF MEN? The Death of Rats looked up from the feast of the potato.

SQUEAK, he said.

Death waved a hand dismissively.  WELL, YES, OBVIOUSLY ME, he said. I JUST WONDERED IF THERE WAS ANYONE ELSE.”

Terry Pratchett - The Truth

The Truth

It’s been a while I know but my life is just a hot mess anymore haha. Hope you like it though. :) I’m posting from my phone I’ll add the tag list later today ☺️

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery: Sophia learns more about the boys and meets Bobby

Warnings: Nothing?

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Part 1Part 11

I don’t know when I fell asleep, or even how I did it. I felt like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. Maybe that’s why I felt so groggy when I woke up.

I woke up in the back of the car. It was dark, rain pitter pattering on the car roof. I was surrounded by different cars, all of them looking abandoned. But I couldn’t see much, the only light came from a street light in the distance.

A crushing weight of abandonment feels my chest as I think I’ve been left behind. The thoughts of Dean saying he would protect me seems like empty promises now.

With my eyes starting to burn I climb out of the car. The rain washes over me in a biting chill. I wrap my arms around myself and with no sense of direction I start to walk towards the light.

It’s not as far as it seems, it’s just behind a tower of crushed cars.

A two story faded blue house stands just a little ways away. Despite the distance I can see the light coming from the windows.

With no other options I walk towards it. Having no idea how late it is and if they would even let in a stranger.

I glup knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak to them. Dean was the only one who could get me to talk and it seemed that he was nowhere around.

By the time I reach the door I’m shivering the cold rain soaking the clothes I’m in. My bare toes aching at the cool weather.

With a shaking hand I lift it to knock on the door, hoping someone would answer.

I jump when the door swings open, Dean standing there with a hooded jacket on his toned frame. A large umbrella in his hand.

I watch his face soften as he sees me. Most likely looking like a drowned rat.

“Oh, Kitten. I was just about to come get you. Come in here and let’s dry you off.” He says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into the house.

It is considerably warmer than outside. The inside of the house is cluttered but homey at the same time. Books and papers are littered on every surface.

Sam is sitting at the folding card table in the kitchen, an older man is standing by him.

“Who is she?” The older man asks, looking at me like I was a threat.

“Dean new damsel in distress. You know my brother and his savior complex.” Sam says, making me wonder what I did to make him not like me.

“Shut it Sammy.” Dean says, pulling me around the corner into the next room. Towards the lit fireplace.

“Come on Sophia, let’s get you warm.” Dean says placing me right in front of the flames.

I instantly start to relax as the heat wraps around my body.

“I’ll get you something to drink.” Dean says peeling off his jacket and placing it on my shoulders.

I smiled at him. Wondering how I could ever think he forgot about me. Of course Dean wouldn’t abandon me.

As he walks off I hear him whisper something to someone, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching me.

I turn around seeing the older man just a few feet away from me.

“Well seeing as you’re in my house I think you ought’ to know my name.” He says holding his hand out to me.

“Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.” He shocked me with his introduction.

Despite it I take his hand and shake it, smiling at him.

“You’re a quiet one huh?”

“She doesn’t talk.” Dean says joining us, handing me a cup of coffee.

“What for?” Bobby asks, looking at me. Like he expects me to answer.

Gluping I shrug, knowing why but it was hard to explain.

“Her last boyfriend was an abusive dick is why.” Dean says sipping his coffee casually like he didn’t just say what he just said.

“Ahh.” Bobby says, nodding his head.

“Well, did you boys teach him a lesson?”

“Not yet.” Dean says winking, making an uncomfortable feeling settle in my stomach.

“But enough about that. Let’s get down to business.” Dean says, as Sam walks into the living room with us. Him holding his own cup of jo.

“Do you trust her?” Bobby asks, jerking his head towards me.

I sigh hating being talked about like I wasn’t there but what was to be expected when I was mute all the time.

“Like he said. She doesn’t talk. Dean’s the only one she will talk to.” Sam says, making me blush.

I drop my head feeling embarrassed.

“She just needs some time to get back on her feet. I’m helping her, yes I trust her. She doesn’t know anything about what we do but she’s on our side. Right Sophia?” Dean asks, making me look up at him.

I nod my head with a smile, having no idea what he was talking about but clearly they were into something shady. But I expected that when I went to work with Dean. When they were selling something that seemed impossible to own.

But I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Even if I could, Dean and Sam had been nothing but good to me. I wouldn’t betray them. I just knew I wouldn’t.

“Alright if you idjits trust her, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s get down to business.” He says taking one more swig of his drink and moving to turn towards a large book with a bunch of numbers on it.

It was a records book of some kind.

Dean smiles at me, both him and Sam finding a place to sit. Bobby sitting behind the desk, closes to me. Even though I was still cold I moved away from the fire to sit next to Dean on the couch.

“Lucky for you Cas gave you a heads up on the ones hunting your asses.” Bobby says looking at Sam like he was in trouble.

“Going after Dick Roman alone was stupied even for you.”

“I got close.” Sam says, looking away clearly annoyed.

“Close ain’t close enough. I thought I taught you better than that.” Bobby says, making me wonder if he was their father.

I look at Dean wondering what they were talking about. Who was Dick Roman? Did Sam try to kill him? Was the blood on Sam’s shoe human?

A sinking feeling of realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Sam and Dean were murderous.

“So what do you want us to do?”

“It ain’t up to me. Your father left the family business to you boys. You made the mess, you get to fix it.” Bobby says, pointing at Sam.

“It was a mistake Bobby. But mistakes can be fixed.” Dean says sitting up straighter.

“We need a plan. Get rid of the heat off of Cas before that chief Naomi fires him and business can go back to usual.”

“What stealing and selling rare artifacts to Bella so she can make more of a profit then you boys? John might not have been father of the year but he started this to help people not just make a quick buck.” Bobby says scolding them.

I was more confused than I have been in a long time but I couldn’t help listening to them. Trying to figure out what was going on.

“So what do you suggest?” Dean asks, seeming to honestly want Bobby’s advice.

“Break him down from the bottom up. Take what matters most and we can watch Dick shrivel.”

“Alright? Where do we start?” Sam asks.

Bobby digs through the book in hand and pulls out a picture sliding it over to Sam. I couldn’t really tell but it looked like a picture of a dock.

“These are empty shipping containers that are going to be full of drugs, guns you name it this weekend. But that’s not what I’m interested in. Dick’s got kids he plans on putting on one of them. Gonna trade them for something. Don’t know, don’t care. But there are folks kids about to be taken forever and that doesn’t sit right with me.”

“When do we start?” Dean says his jaws locked, Sam’s forehead wrinkled in worry but both of them looked different.

Like they were ready for battle, ready to do anything. Ready to kill.

I didn’t know what this was, or what I got myself into. What did Bobby call it?

The family business?

Either way, I was in it and didn’t see a way out.

It didn’t take long for them to hatch out a plan as if they had done this a hundred times. Sam and Dean decided to stop the kids from ever getting to the docks and if that didn’t work, worse case they could just break the kids out.

I didn’t understand what was going on. Luckily for me it seemed I didn’t have to. No one asked for my input or help. The three men moving around the room talking about so many illegal things as if they were talking about the weather.

I sat on the couch watching them. I should have been more freaked out I know but I wasn’t. I ran away from Sam just because he had blood on his shoe but listening to these men talk about busting open shipping containers and stealing the contents didn’t phase me.

I’m sure there was something messed up in my head. All the beatings from Harry most likely did some damage up there.

Or maybe I was just numb to it all. Yelling and violence was the only thing that seemed to scare me.

I was in no danger with these men. They were clearly criminals, clearly what people would say bad men but despite knowing that.

Despite knowing that Sam definitely tried and might have killed someone and Dean helped cover it and Bobby seemed like the crazed uncle that was behind the whole thing and to top it all off I was a vulnerable mute. I felt safe. Safe enough to pull my feet up under me, curling up and falling asleep.

When I woke up the house was silinet. It is still dark out. The only noise was from the crackling fireplace and soft breathing.

I sat up looking around me to see the only other person was Dean sleeping on the floor beside me.

I look at the clock on the wall seeing it’s just a little past two in the morning. I laid my head back down on the arm of the couch knowing I should go back to sleep but I was wide awake.

I lay there, tossing and turning for a bit trying to get more comfortable but nothing was working. Seeing that it was now fifteen past three I knew there was no chance I was going back to sleep. Sitting up again I let out a frustrated sigh.

I flinch when I hear how loud it was, my eyes snapping to Dean. I frown at myself seeing his green irises staring at me.

“You okay?” He asks softly unlike my loud mouth.

I nod looking down at him.

“S-sorry.” I force out wanting him to know I didn’t mean to wake him.

“S’okay.” He says sitting up, the blanket over him falling to show his bare chest..

He yawns, lifting his arms over his head showing his toned body. I flush, realizing I have never seen this much of him.

I turn my head, not wanting him to catch me looking. It clearly is not working when I hear a chuckle.

“You know I don’t care if you look right?” He says standing up.

I take a breath and look up at him towering over my body. I only came to his waist from sitting on the couch.

“I’m gonna get something for us to drink and then maybe you can try going back to sleep okay?” He asks using his fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear.

I nod and smile at him, butterflies feeling my stomach from his simple touches.

He smiles at me and turns to head towards the kitchen. From there I sat. I could see him open the fridge but I could see what he grabbed.

It only takes him a moment for him to return with a beer in one hand and an orange juice for me.

I blush, smiling that he bothered to remember that I liked it. Taking it from him I take a sip of the cool tart liquid sliding down my throat with ease.

Dean sits to the right of me taking a drink of his own beverage. Us sitting on the couch in siliance for a moment or two.

“Did you just say sorry?” He asks out of the blue, making me turn to look at him.

I nod confused by his sudden question.

“That’s what I thought I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I have dreams about you talking to me all the time.” He says, surprising me by his honesty.

He never seemed to mind being open about what he thought that was for sure.

Yawning he runs his hand across his face, something he does when he’s tired I noticed. I don’t know what gave me the courage to do it but I reach my left hand out and place it on his thigh patting it.

He looks down at my hand then up at me, giving me a playful smile.

“Careful Sophia, I might think you’re flirting with me.” He says teasing.

I knew he was joking but that doesn’t stop me from blushing.

I try to pull my hand away but he grabs it pulling me closer to him with it.

“Come’re.” He says pushing his words together, something else he seems to do when he’s tried.

I do as he asks setting my glass down and crawling over to him

He lets go of my hand dropping his grip to my hip, him using it to guide me to sit on his lap. I blush from the intimate possession but I don’t protest. Knowing Dean would never do anything I didn’t want to do.

He reaches up grabbing my face gently with both hands, him pushing my hair out of my face.

“You know you’re a very good girl right Sophia?” He asks, his question catching me off guard.

My body also catches me off guard by the flip my stomach does.

I don’t know how to respond to that even if I did talk but Dean doesn’t seem to mind. Dean pulls me closer to him, lowering my head down until our foreheads are pressed together.

He closes his eyes shut for a moment making me wonder what’s going on inside him.

“The things I would do to you…” He whispers under his breath making something deep inside me ache.

“But I can’t…” He says letting out a sigh, it’s a sigh of disappointment.

“It’s not a good idea. But I’ve never been known to be the one to do the right thing.”

I wrinkle my forehead completely confused on what he’s getting at.

I didn’t have time to process it either. Dean tilting his head just enough so his lips touched mine. They were soft, but firm. Just like how he was. A gentleness to him that made you want to fall into him. Trust him completely.

It was a scary feeling if I’m honest. Something I couldn’t understand. How I could trust him as much as I do given everything that has happened between me and Harry.

Maybe it was because he was so honest with everything. Maybe it was because he acted like he was the messed up one. Maybe it was because despite him seeing me broken he still decided to help me.

I don’t know what it was but no matter what I couldn’t deny that I trusted him. More than I’ve trusted anyone for a long time.

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Agent K was right.