Audrey ✿

It was now Dakota’s turn to take some pictures on the road and along the way.

Pt3!!!!

They’d hung around Bobby’s place for majority of their time, and she loved the old man, and although it took some heavy convincing and use of puppy eyes, the three finally agreed for a photo and this is Dakota’s favorite picture of the most important people in her life. Her ‘three guys’ she calls it.

Catching Dean sleeping was a little game she had going on with herself, she had made quite the collection and later she persuaded Sam to join in on it. It was some lighthearted fun that blocked out the dark parts of their life, and deans reaction when they showed him some of their favorites was priceless.

Dean and Dakota had had a huge lengthy argument, Dakota insisting she was right on the matter, and Dean insisting he was right because he was the oldest and obviously he knew best so Kota should listen to what he said. She wasn’t having any of it of course, and when later at the end of a their hunt it was revealed that she had been right all along, Dakota was quick to pull out her camera and capture the moment ‘the great egotistical Dean Winchester eats his words’ as she put it.

No explanation necessary, really.

A wonder shot of Bobby Dakota snuck while they were having a conversation outside, which he pretended to hate but was really just glad to see Kota smiling after John’s death and coming out of the shell she always retreats to when she’s hurt or afraid or worst. It was one of the first times she’d laughed in a long while and he was more than happy about it.

She sneaks shots like these because she thinks her oldest brother is the coolest person she’s ever known but she’d rather die than admit it. Plus the impala is her home so she loves baby just as much.

Kota Caught Sam lounging in the backseat, and decided to sneak up on him and give him a scare. (Almost cost her a finger…don’t sneak up on hunters)

Just a glamorous shot of the job after they got rid of an angry spirit who was kicking their asses.The boys didn’t appreciate the time and place of the picture but Dakota thought it was a gold shot and wouldn’t miss the opportunity of catching them when they’re down. “Look who got bested by a dead 80 year old woman” “shut up Dakota!” “Bested? We lit her ass up” “hah yeah not before she got her feet punches in”

Dakotas favorite picture of the boys, calm, happy, peaceful. Before all the shit went down, before demons and angels and all that crap. Back when it was just werewolf and spirits and cases on the road.

Pt 2!!!

Dean had been conditioning Kota to his music taste, and this was how he would make her walk around the motel rooms so that by the time she was 10 she would have almost every metallic and AC/DC song memorized. (Sam complained her was rotting her brain)

They had gone with John to a walk around some small town so he could ask around for information, while they stretched their legs from staying at the motel all day, but Dakota started complaining about her legs hurting and begging Sammy to carry her, which he did with minimal hesitation. Dean snapped her pic and mocked him for being so soft and easily manipulated by her puppy eyes.

Dean and Kota had to join the basket ball and cheer team at one of their pit stop high schools to get some info their dad needed from kids involved in those cliques. Sam had mocked them endlessly, and while Kota was having fun with the fake persona, Dean was exactly thrilled with putting up with a bunch of asshat jocks, especially when they made nonstop comments about the cheerleaders (which included Dakota)

This was a rare week off for the siblings, when John had left them for a hunt, and they were out to go to some concert. After a lengthy discussion on heights, and Dakotas insistence that she’s gonna beat Sam’s height ‘one of these days’, Sam scoffed at her saying ‘you could only dream’ so she accepted the challenge and began climbing on his back. He fought her back at first but gave up in between laughs and hoisted her up, and she stayed there for about 10 minutes claiming she was ‘the biggest tallest hugest person in the whole world’ and that she could ‘taste the clouds above them and rain was to be predicted soon’.

(Let’s pretend it’s no Jo) It was Dakota’s 17th birthday here and Dean could only spring taking her to this busy bar that apparently served the best buffalo wings and pie, her favorites. He was upset that they couldn’t take her somewhere nice (despite never being crazy about birthdays, she was his baby sister so he held her to a different standard). She loved the place though, she ate, danced to the country music with a crowd, and Dean even let her have a beer which was a cherry on top. Sam got her a new (ish) Walkman for her music, and Dean got her a brand new hunting knife she’d had her eye on for ages and she was ecstatic. That had earned the boys a big fat hug each, something they hadn’t gotten in a while now that she was an independent, moody teenage girl.

An old picture Dakota found in John’s journal, when he had had an odd rare day off, and decided to take them out to a lake, for the boys to do some fishing and throw a ball around, while he taught Dakota some too. It was one of the only nice family days they had out without monsters involved. Soon after he left for a week on a werewolf chase. Dakota had barely remembered the day but the picture stayed with her.

Dean had found the picture from an old case in the impala, and showed it to Dakota. She had only been about 2 weeks old, and john had told the brothers about Dakota Lilah Winchester, and 10 year old Dean had insisted she looked like an Alex instead. John took a picture of the first time Dean held her for memory.

Sammy and Kota out in the wild. He was so generous to let her hold his fishing rod, and smirked saying ‘I’m probably your favorite brother right?’ Which resulted in Dean throwing a rock at him. The day was a nice normal family outing (without John) before Dakota fell face first into the water, and almost drowned, and Dean could have sworn he was a second away from a heart attack. (He took her back to the motel, cleaned her up, fed her, and wouldn’t let go or turn an eye away for the rest of the night, which she didn’t complain about)

Despite the million picture they have of baby AND teenage Kota, this is deans most favorite picture they’ve ever taken of her. She always looked at him like he’d hung the moon, which made slight sense considering he was the one raising her, but it always made him feel like the luckiest boy in the world. At some point, he’d had it printed secretly and put into his wallet before he lost the whole thing in a hunt gone to shit.

Ever since, the boys had used the camera to snap random little moments in their lives, something to show Dakota when she grew up. And eventually when she grew to be old enough, it was her turn to hog the camera and take her own pictures.

Here’s a few snap shots of their lives…..

Dean took a shot of Dakota mumbling something that sounded like “highway to hell” on the motel bed when he was trying to take her for a bath, because he was so proud, and sat there for 40 minutes trying to get to say the words clearly.

Dean took a pic of Sam and Dakota with the motel owners daughter who was looking after them while John was away for a couple days on a case (before Dean was old enough to look after them alone). They missed her a lot when they left town.

John took a picture of Dean feeding Dakota only a few weeks after she was born and brought to stay with them. John said he needed the evidence to show Dakota when she’s older for every time Dean tries to say “he doesn’t want a girl in the family”

Secret quick snap shot Dean took of John being all sweet and charmed by Dakota’s cute little mumbled trying to speak a sentence to her dad.

Picture of Sammy and Dakota the day Dean took them out to the park while John did research because Dakota was becoming reckless. Just before the picture Sam had said “watch this, look how fast I can make her laugh”

Dean was cleaning around the motel room to pack up by the time John came back from the hunt, when he realized he couldn’t find Dakota. He was freaking out and searching around frantically, when he heard Sam call him to the laundry, and found her sitting in their laundry load in Sammy’s hand me downs giggling unknowingly.

Sam had practically dived for the camera when he noticed Dean cuddling kota, because he desperately needed to catch him off guard being all sweet when he swears he’s the opposite. Dean grumbled at him the whole morning calling him stupid names but he didn’t make a move to make Dakota uncomfortable.

Dean was giving off this big speech about how abnormal is it for a 13 year old boy to be doing math homework on a Friday night, and how he desperately needed to get a picture to send to the national institute for the mentally ill AND get a DNA test done ASAP, because there was no way this nut job (Sammy) was related to him. (He then proceeded to eat 3 slices of pie and 3 beers while watching Sammy do homework like it was a geographical documentary)

The only picture Dakota had of her mother before she passed and John took full custody of her. She printed it out and keeps it in her journal always.

I'm soo completely obsessed with Sam and Dean and their little sister SOO i randomly decided to put a little album together. HERES THE CUTEST PICS OF THESE BABIESS!!

Dean and Dakota!

sammy and his Kody (Dakota)!!

dean and kota

THESE THREEE UGHHH

dean and sammy

Pairing: Winchester brothers x younger sister (Dakota Winchester)

Themes: lots and lots of angst, swearing, violence

Summary: Set around events of season 2 (Kota is 16/17!!), when Dakota decides to make a deal with the devil and sell her soul for Sam, before Dean can beat her to it.

5K words

Maybe a part 2?

The events of last night had become disgustingly blurry, flushed out by screams, tears, heavy silences. It was all essentially a blackout, to the point that Kota couldn't decipher what had really happened, to what she had imagined, and judging by the empty look on Dean's face, neither could he. But the lifeless body of their brother laid on the bed was impossible to be mistaken, and suddenly it all made sense.

They'd finally found him, tracked him down to some abandoned town in the middle of nowhere, and finally found him. But at what cost? Sam had been killed; he was stabbed and had actually died in Dean's arms as he held Kota's hand for comfort, only to drop it as he took his last breath. Dakota didn't think she'd ever be able to forget the feeling of him letting go for the last time, or the bitter realisation that this was it, that she'd never get to hold his hand again. She had sobbed uncontrollably while she pressed her forehead into Dean's back, as he held on to Sam, calling out his name in a broken whisper. She didn't think she'd ever be able to stop, not without Sam there to wrap her in a hug and tell her that it would all be ok, that she wasn't alone. He had always been her best friend, despite being six years older; they had an undeniable connection that sometimes even bothered Dean. Siamese twins is what Dean would describe them as, but Bobby always just shook his head and muttered something about trouble with brains, which to Kota was a major compliment, whether he meant it that way or not. But now her brother was gone, and it dawned on her that nothing would ever be alright again. Not with her, not with Dean, and not with the world. They have lost everything.

Back at Bobby's shack, Dean had been leaning against the doorway, staring at Sam for hours, and infront of him, Kota sat by the foot of the bed, her hand in Sam's cold one, and her face bent towards the floor, refusing to open her eyes, or meet deans, refusing to let go and accpet the situation altogether. They hadn't exchanged words since it happened, not since Dean carried Sam's body inside to lay him down, and turned to meet Dakota's teary eyes, as he pulled her into a tight hug, holding her as close as possible for what felt like years. It occurred to him that he had lost half of his world that night; he had lost his only brother, whom he was supposed to protect, it was his job, and he had failed miserably. It also occurred to him that if something had happened to Dakota, too, he would have to swallow a bullet, and maybe she's the only reason he hadn't done that already. He still had his baby sister to protect, but in his mind now, she was one more person he would eventually let down, if he hadn't already. After all, it was his fault that she had lost one of her brothers, all because he couldn't fulfil his responsibility. After pulling away from that hug, they separated ways, though still in the same room, they made no form of communication, verbally or physically, but only remained frozen in their spots, watching their brother.

Bobby walked into the room, shuffling around before speaking up, "I brought this for you guys." She heard Dean shift, "No, thanks, I'm fine...Dakota, you should eat something," she heard him, but still made no effort to respond; she didn't think she physically could. Her throat had dried into a rough sandpaper feel, her eyes stung painfully, and she felt a gaping hole in her chest, like someone had ripped out her heart and taken a bite out of it. She was sure it was broken now; it certainly felt like it. After a tense minute of silence, Dean slowly made his way across the room and carefully extended a hand to lay on her shoulder, so gently as though he was afraid she'd melt away at the touch. "Kota, come on, you're gonna get sick if you stay stuck to that spot," he said, squeezing her shoulder softly to get her attention, but she only flinched away, leaving his hand empty. "Go away," she whispered. He sighed and, for a moment, stood still, towering above her before moving away and out of the room. It was no surprise, really; Kota and Dean weren't exactly known for their emotional vulnerability; similarly, they hid pain behind silly remarks and humour, much to Sam's dismay. Communication, opening up, those were all Sam's strengths, which is why she always felt seen with him; he completed parts of her she lacked. It was a system, a relationship that worked perfectly well for her. She loved him. She loved him so much, and he left her all alone, with emotions she can't explain or control. Sam would have never walked out of the room, but she couldn't blame Dean for not facing it; she sure wouldn't either, because they were runners. Sam was the one who would stay, stay, and demand to talk and fix things, which is why Dakota can't wrap her head around the fact that now he's the one who's gone, no matter how many hours she spent next to his bed trying.

Her train of devastating thoughts was disrupted by chatter from the kitchen. She could make out that they were talking about Sam, about burying Sam, and when she heard Dean refuse, she agreed instantaneously. She wasn't ready whatsoever. Sam can't go, he's too important. He's needed. She zoned in and out of the conversation happening in the other room. Dean was yelling now, "You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough?" Hadn't they? The claim put Dakota through another deep train of thought. What did they have left to give to this draining hunting life? First their mother, then their father, and now Sam? All they've ever had was each other, their whole life, the three of them have been each other's worlds, and to take one out of the equation...how were they supposed to go on?

Dean and Bobby were still talking when Dakota focused on his voice. God, he sounded so horribly exhausted. Dean has always tried the hardest in this life, tried so hard to take their dad's place, to protect their little family. For the first time since Sam had died, Dakota pondered the fact that Dean had lost the most important person in his life. He had lost his little brother, and he would never be the same, and Kota just couldn't deal with that fact. She would lose two brothers, and though only one had stopped breathing, the other would be an empty vessel. Because Sam was too important...because she wasn't as important as him. The realisation struck her hard in the pit of her stomach, that she had to bring Sam back at any cost, before she lost Dean and him altogether. Standing, she reached inside Dean's discarded jacket near the bed, and silently took out the Impala's keys, before rushing out of the back door, praying neither Dean nor Bobby would notice that she's gone, at least long enough for her to do what needs to be done.

Thankful for the cases they solve, Dakota was now entirely familiar with the process of summoning a crossroads demon. And so she stood in the middle of the gravel roads, a box of her spell buried in the ground, as she searched her surroundings...waiting. "Well, well, well, I never thought a humble demon like me would have the pleasure of meeting the littlest Winchester. I'm honoured really," Dakota spun on her feet, coming face to face with a young man, not much older than herself, with his head cocked to the side in intrigue. "Screw you, asshole, I should send you straight back to hell." The sight of the demon alone made her skin burn; they truly were unnerving, cocky creatures. "Now is that any way to speak to someone you've come to beg for help?" At her subtly surprised expression, he continued, "Yes, I heard about your brother, a shame. Well, not really, the fewer Winchesters out there, the better for us." She contained her composure, stepping forward slightly, "So you know why I'm here then?" The demon nodded, grin widening, "Why yes, I do, like Daddy like daughter, you've come to give up your own soul for Sammy." She snarled at him in disgust, "Don't call him that. I didn't come here for a tea party, you bitch, and there's a whole lotta other demons that would love to get their hands on my soul, but all I ask is that you bring Sammy back and give me 10 years." Kota wasn't unfamiliar with the tricks and tactics of this job; she was taught almost every aspect of hunting since she could remember, and talking to demons was a part of those lessons.

The demon laughed in response, "You must be joking," and raised a brow mockingly, which threw Dakota off, "It's the same deal you give to everyone else, what's the hold up?" He stepped forward, "You're not everybody else." This was going harder than she assumed, "Fine, nine years, that's final," but the demon didn't seem convinced, "Fine, it was nice seeing you, Dakota, give Sammy a kiss for me before you set him on fire, would you?" He began to walk away, and Dakota's desperation was growing; she didn't have time for this. "Wait, okay, five years, that's it, take it and bring Sam back," he turned and stalked towards her, leaning close into her ear, "one year, and that's all i'm willing to give you, it's a better deal than your daddy ever got", the idea threw her off for a second, one year would mean she had very limited time with her brothers, it was no better than a week really, but it would mean she could go home and find Sammy alive and breathing, and that was motivation enough for her. She could make a year count. Maybe Dean would even let her drink, considering. "Ok, fine, asshole, one year. And Sam comes back, safe and sound", satisfied, the demon smiled down at her, "A deal it is, and if you try to weasel your way out of it, Sam drops dead before your very eyes", before he could continue to babble, Dakota muttered a low 'deal' and pulled him in for a kiss to seal it. Gross, she thought.

Dean had insisted Bobby leave, suffocated by the idea of Sam's burial, or even accepting the fact that he was gone. He sat next to his bed now, unbeknownst to the fact that Kota was no longer next to Sam. He was deeply occupied by the thoughts of his own failure and grief, as he voiced his apologies to his lifeless brother. Dean had his head bent, tears collecting around his eyes, as he spoke softly. When mid-sentence, he heard a harsh gasp, and his head snapped up to see Sam, sitting on the bed, appearing very much alive and lively. Horrified, he stayed frozen in his seat, staring at what looked like his brother, but couldn't possibly be, sitting in front of him, catching his breath. After a few long seconds of cold shock, Dean shot up and ran out of the room in search of his phone and the flask of holy water he carries. When he rushed back into the room, he met Sam's confused eyes, "What happened, Dean? Why are you staring at me like that?", but instead of a response, he had holy water thrown in his face, making him cringe away in surprise, and Dean's baffled stare only increased. In one swift move, Dean pulled the door to the room closed and jammed it with a wooden stake to keep Sam locked inside, before calling Bobby over.

Dean was leaning on the table, head dropped in utter shock and confusion, as Sam continued to slam on the bedroom door, demanding to be let out, equally confused as to what was happening. Soon after, Bobby burst into the shack, rushing over to observe the situation. Dean looked up and rushed over to him, "Bobby, god his alive. Sam's alive, but I don't know if it's him. I mean...how?!" Bobby stared back in horror, "I don't- demonic possession?" Dean shook his head, "No, I tried holy water...I was with him the whole time, I was just sitting there, then sudden- god, what is going on, Bobby? Is it him? Is Sammy back?" All Bobby could do was shake his head in disbelief, having no explanation to offer as Sam's pounding grew louder, as did his screaming from behind the door. All of a sudden, the front door opened, and Dakota walked in, met with a loud scene in front of her. Dean's eyes snapped to her, frowning in confusion, "Where have you be-" he cut himself off, and as if struck by some sort of revelation, his brows shot up, and he walked towards her extremely slowly, raising a slow, careful finger in her face, "Where the hell have you been, Dakota?" Dean could feel his heart beating violently against his chest, and he felt as though he already knew the answer, but silently prayed she wouldn't confirm something so stupid. Dakota looked up at him with those puppy brown eyes she had surely inherited from Sam, and chewed on her lip, stalling for a response, and the action only pushed Dean closer to a heart attack.

Before she could formulate a response, the sound of Sam's muffled voice behind the door caught her attention, and her entire body lit up with an unexplainable emotion, as a wide watery smile painted across her face, "Is tha-is that Sammy?" her tone was paradoxically bright and hopfeul for the sitaution at hand, and Dean chose to ignore it and question her further for a proper response, "Answer my ques-" but before he could, she pushed past him hastily, and threw open the bedroom door, coming face to face with Sam. The action threw Sam slightly off guard as he stood still, confused at the look on his baby sister's face, but before he could comment, she let out a sob and smashed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around him. This only further concerned him; the whole situation since he woke up had made him worried, and this added fuel to the fire. "Kody...Kody, baby, what's wrong?" She always loved that nickname, something he had just for her. He looked down at her with furrowed brows, pushing at her shoulders to get a proper look at her face, but when he failed as she only held on tighter, he turned his gaze towards the perplexed men standing outside of the room staring on. "Dean, what the hell is going on?" he was met with no response. "Seriously, you're all freaking me out, what happened? Why are you staring at me like I'm a ghost for god's sake, answer me, dammit!"

Dean stumbled forward slowly and opened his arms to pull Sam into a tight hug, as Dakota moved away just in time, staring at her brothers with a distant smile. Sam groaned slightly in pain, leaning into the hug for a second before pushing away to demand answers. He met Dean's eyes and questioned him with a fierce look, but a sudden devastating pain overtook Dean's features as he turned his gaze towards Dakota, "Kota, what did you do?" She hung her head, as if ashamed, and looked back up briefly to meet Dean's eyes with a sorrowful look, and could only muster a subtle shrug in response. Sam and Bobby watched the exchange in deep uncertainty. That look told Dean everything he needed to know, and his body started to hurt, and his head felt like it was about to explode. He had never been exposed to so much pain, confusion, and heightened emotions in his life as he had been this past day. He didn't know how to handle any of it, and more than anything, he wanted to throw up, crawl into a corner, get swallowed by the earth, and throw up again. Instead, he cradled his head in his hands as he stumbled towards the bed to sit on the edge, letting out a mournful noise between a sigh and a sob; he wasn't sure he could stand on his feet any longer. He wasn't sure he could take any of this any longer; he was sure he'd drop dead any second. Sam threw his hands in the air, a look of disbelief on his face, and the feeling of doom in his stomach grew tenfold. He was completely in the dark, and it was quickly taking a terrifying turn.

"Oh god, what have you done, Dakota? What the hell did you go and do, you stupid, stupid girl?" Dean's voice was getting louder with every word, and he was standing again, trembling, in front of Dakota, grasping her shoulders and shaking her slightly as he yelled in agony and frustration at her idiocy. "Dean, stop, not here...come out for a second." She moved out of his tight hold and tugged at his sleeve, hoping her gentle tone would calm him down, but to no avail. Sam moved forward to block their path as she shifted to move towards the door, "What did you do? What's he talking about? Someone tell me what's happening or I'm gonna lose my mind!"

"You died, Sam." The sentence was as painful for Dean to get out as the look that flashed across Sam's face in shock. "When that boy stabbed you, it was a deep wound, Sammy, you-we lost you." Dean hoped his useless explanation would bring clarity for Sam, but the entire situation was so twisted, he could barely wrap his mind around it himself. Sam staggered a step backwards, eyes flashing between his siblings in total disarray. He took a few shallow breaths before building the strength to form a sentence, "Then how am I..." but his words were swallowed when he connected the dots, and his eyes were quick to snap towards his baby sister, still staring at her feet, refusing to meet his eyes. "You didn't...Kody, tell-please tell me you didn't." She made no effort to respond and remained stuck in her spot between her two brothers, and Sam's wrecked expression deepened as he kept his eyes on her in disbelief. "Yeah, Dakota, tell him you wouldn't do something so insanely goddamn stupid without telling anyone!" Dean's loud voice was booming off the walls of the tiny room, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him visibly shaking with rage and other emotions she couldn't read on him in that moment. Which was odd because if Kota excelled in anything, it was reading her eldest brother like a book.

Once again, she couldn't find her voice to respond, and the atmosphere remained quiet, safe for the boys' heavy breathing, until Dean growled in frustration and threw an old lamp across the room, smashing it into the wall. She looked up quickly, watching Dean with big eyes, before she turned towards Sam, and upon seeing him again, with that devastated look on his face, she stepped forward to engulf him in another tight hug, "You're alive now, see? That's all that matters!" Sam felt as though he was being tugged in two separate corners; he had one arm wrapped around his sister, afraid of what would happen if he let go, but the other was placed against her shoulder, ready to push her away. He wanted nothing more than to hide her in his arms and away from the rest of the world, but he couldn't ignore what she'd gone and done; nothing would ever convince him to be alright with his sister selling her soul, least of all for him. His anger at her won out, and he pushed her away lightly, searching her face, trying to figure out what could have possessed her to do this. A tiny voice in the back of his head asked, wouldn't you? And without hesitation, he accepted that he would do anything for her in a heartbeat. But none of that made this situation any better.

Sam looked past Kota's teary face to see that Dean was seated on the edge of the bed again, head hung low between his shoulder blades; he'd never looked so defeated before. Sam could only imagine how he felt. "Sammy, I'm sorry, but I-i had to," he looked down again at her, as she gripped his shirt, "Kody...god Dakota, you should've neve-" she cut him off with a low huff, releasing his shirt and stepping back and tucking her chin out almost defiantly. "I get it ok? It sucks, hell, this whole thing sucks, and I'm sorry you two are hurt or feel betrayed, but I'm not sorry I did it sammy, because you're alive and breathing, and thats whats impo-" Dean's head sprang up in a quick motion and his peircing glare cut Dakota's words out, and she dropped her eyes slightly again, intimidated. Sam kept his gaze on Dean, searching for where his head was at; he needed an anchor because he was losing himself with every second that went by. "How long?" his voice was low, nowhere close to the volume he had before, but it was cold and threatening nonetheless. "De, you have to unders-" but her usual tactics of warming her way into his heart were falling on deaf ears, "I asked you how long?" Dean repeated himself more sharply this time, sending shivers down Kota's spine. She did not want to address this now.

Dakota searched around the room frantically, meeting Sam's expectant stare, and over to Bobby, hovering in the shadows, she'd entirely forget he was there. Now she was looking at him pleadingly, desperate for backup, but she knew he wouldn't help her; he was equally as furious. She hung her head back down, fearing the worst, and whispered lowly, "A year." Sam sucked in a painful gasp, he felt winded as if someone had laid a fat blow to his lungs. He watched with wide eyes as Kota kept her gaze at her feet, and in his peripheral vision, he saw Dean spring up at record speed and storm out of the room, rage and grief emanating off him in waves. He was out the door with a loud slam, and Dakota was quick to call out his name, with tears in her eyes, and follow after him.

She followed Dean out the door, yelling his name desperately, but he didn't budge and continued paving his way towards the Impala. She jogged a few feet to catch up, and caught his bicep as he was about to climb into the driver's seat, "Dean, please don't go, just listen-" he ripped his arm out of her grasp, and finally turned to look her in the eyes. She suddenly wished he hadn't. His face was stone cold, with obvious underlying anger, all directed at her. She had rarely seen this side of him, and for good reason, because it was entirely too terrifying. He leaned down close to her, "Listen real closely, I'll be damned if I let any son of a bitch take you or your soul anywhere, you be sure of that. But right now, you need to get far away from me because I can't even stand to look at your face, Dakota. Get back inside and don't move an inch out of that damn house, because I swear to god if you do I'll deal with you myself." And with that, he ripped his menacing glare away from her, got in the car, and drove off.

Kota remained stuck in that spot for a short few minutes, crying out all the tears she could muster. She was surprised she still had so much left after the events of the past day. With maximum effort, she made her way back inside, to find Bobby at the table nursing a cup of whiskey, and in the other room, Sam was seated on the bed where Dean was monents ago, head buried in his hands, shoulders weighed with exhaustion. Dakota hurried towards Sam, and at the sounds of her feet, he looked up, giving her the perfect opening to throw her arms around his neck and shove her face in his hair. It occurred to her how desperately she relied on him for comfort in any given situation, and this was exactly why she couldn't stand him being gone. She could live with Dean being angry if Sammy was alive and well. Sam wrapped his arms around her tightly, placing his face in the nook of her neck, needing terribly to block out the loud noises in his head. And for a moment it worked, until it dawned on him that she'd gone and given up her life, and in a short time, he won't have her around to keep him calm, and it made the fire in his stomach burn all the brighter, boiling him inside out. Sam let out a pained breath, and pulled away from his baby sister, glancing her face for a moment and looking away when he realised it hurt too much to do so, "I'm sorry Kody, I can't right now...I'm sorry baby," so with a small kiss on her forhead, he moved away and walked out on her.

More and more Dakota realised, despite her belief that her brothers would eventually understand or forgive her, she was dreadfully wrong. They'd both left her alone; they couldn't even look at her anymore. She slowly moved to the corner of the room, breath hitching with sobs, and curled up in the corner of the wall to cry in some sort of privacy with her head between her knees.

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Dean had driven for a few short minutes before his bodily trembling caused him to pull over in the pitch-black road and take deep, necessary breaths. He managed to suck in two gulps of air before smashing his fists into the steering wheel over and over again, harder with each hit until his knuckles were a bloody mess. He could've sworn he heard a crack or two, yet that didn't stop him; if anything, it made him want to keep going, but more than anything else, he wanted to drive straight off a cliff and forget any of this god-awful nightmare ever happened. After realising no amount of punching or blood was going to dull the pain and fire in him, he started the car back up and continued down the dark road at a dangerous speed, and didn't stop until he reached a large crossroad.

Getting out with a head heavy of determination, Dean began putting together the items, and once he buried the capsule, he began impatiently pacing in a spot, looking out for a demon. It took almost 5 minutes, and Dean was a sliver of a second away from ripping his hair out before he heard a woman's voice sneak up from behind him. "Now I have to ask, to what do I owe the pleasure of meeting with not one but two Winchesters in such a short span of time? This seriously has to be the most thrilling moment of my career," the brunette vessel the demon had possessed was grinning ear to ear like a chesire cat, and Dean felt his blood boil as he growled at her, "I'm gonna rip you apart peice by peice you filthy bitch," she pulled a mock frown and tutted at him, "Now theres that Winchester charm, but i'd be a little more friendly if you want a favor out of me," she smirked, knowing exactly what he was here for and how to push his buttons, "Plus you know your weapons don't work on me, the poor girl i'm using maybe, but you can't hurt me Dean." Dean didn't have the patience to go back and forth with some piece of shit from hell, and he knew if she kept egging him on, he'd do something he'd regret, and he wouldn't be able to switch places with Kota.

He stepped forward and took a breath to exercise some self-control, "You already know what I want, so let's get it over with, make the deal with me and leave Dakota alone, and Sam stays alive." She looked up as if contemplating his terms, then let out a loud cackle. It was a malicious sound, "Oh, you naive little boy, you think I'm jumping at the chance to do you any favours? Think real hard about where we are, a Winchester begging a demon to save his little sister, the world's turning on the spot, and who am I to willingly end your misery?" She stepped up towards him, now standing directly in front of his face, studying the pain in his eyes, "You know what they say, the best way to hit a Winchester is to go for the next of kin, take one, and the other two fall on command. It's beautifully poetic, and completely pathetic." Dean felt like he couldn't breathe; She was using this to play in his face, to deliberately hurt him, and he felt powerless. "I don't need a year, I don't even need a day, and I know you're dying to get your hands on my soul, you know how many of your kind I've dropped like flies. I'm offering a buttered lobster, you don't need the kid," he had resorted to pulling anything out of thin air to say, beyond desperate to persuade the demon somehow.

"Oh, but that's no fun, know why? Cause I can see right through you, and that misery you feel, that pain like your heart is being ripped out of your chest? Well, that's the reason I gave your sister the deal in the first place," She trailed her finger across his jaw, taunting him, "Go home, Dean, say your goodbyes to your little girl, she won't be around much longer," And once she had said her piece, she began walking away from him, he followed, calling after her, asking her to reconsider then threatning to kill her and any other demons like her, "I'll come to hell myself and rip every single one you sons of bitches apart, you hear? Make the deal, or I swear you'll wish you went straight back to hell," She only turned her slightly in his direction, smirking, "if I do go back, I'll be sure to pay your sister a visit. She'll be joining us soon enough." With that, she was gone, disappeared into thin air, and all Dean could do was kick and scream and scream until his throat gave out.

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It had been hours since Dean had left, and Kota had not left her corner, but she had run out of tears ages ago and was now lying on her side, curled into herself, and asleep from the exhaustion of the past day.

Dean pulled up to the shed and spent 20 minutes seated in the Impala, wondering how he was going to muster up the strength to go in there and face it all. How was he going to face his siblings after failing them so miserably? Most importantly, how was he going to save his sister? Who could he go to, who could he pray to, to fix this universal mess, to save his family? Because he was now sure he wasn't cut out for the job, all he did was let them down, just like he let his dad down.

After a long battle, he walked through the front door, not really surprised by the lack of noise; it was deadly quiet. Bobby was seated at the table, two whiskey bottles in front of him, and Dean realised how much he wanted to drown his sorrows in a few bottles too. He greeted him, and Bobby informed him that Sam was upstairs, and for a second, panic engulfed him when he realised Kota was nowhere to be seen. He must be wearing his emotions on his sleeve because Bobby read his mind and simply nodded his head towards the room Sam was lying in before. Dean nodded his thanks and walked inside, concerned when he didn't see her until he made his way towards the bed and found her curled up on the floor, like a baby. The sight took him straight back to when she was just 4 or 5, when dad insisted Sam and Kota share a bed, being the smallest out of the bunch, but nonetheless, every morning he'd wake up with her wrapped in his arms. She never slept a wink unless she was with him, at least until she was 10, when she insisted on being a big independent girl like dad wanted her to be. But on the worst nights, she would still climb next to him and hold onto his arm to sleep.

The memories suddenly proved to be too much for him, and he felt the threat of a sob at the back of his throat. This can't be happening. She's a baby. He realised he was still hovering above her, so he took a seat next to her with his back against the wall. He let his head fall back softly, and despite the fight he put up, the tears streamed down his face at their own accord. He wanted so desperately to grab her and hide her under his arms, and never let go. He wanted to keep her safe with him forever, but he messed that up so brilliantly. Dean Winchester had one responsibility, and it had been his job for as long as he could remember to look after his siblings and to keep them safe. That's all he ever wanted to do, to keep his family close. And in the span of one night, he had managed to let his little brother die and let his baby sister sell her soul to save their brother. It should've been him, it had to have been him, but he was usless and now he'll lose her. And losing her means losing Sammy and his whole world. Nothing is ever going to be ok again. He was going to be sick; he was a blink away from throwing up at the patheticness of his own failures. How had he managed to let down his entire family? He didn't know.

Pairing: Winchester brothers x younger sister (Cordelia winchester)

Themes: lots and lots of angst, swearing, violence

Summary: Set around events of season 1-2, when Cordelia makes the wrong choice during a hunt, and ends up paying the price, while her brothers deal with the consequences of her loss. (her faceclaim is below!)

sam 22, dean 26, delia 16

The hunt for what was supposed to be an 'easy-kill' werewolf had taken a heavy turn at the discovery that the she-wolf had a cub they didn't know about. A child-werewolf, more feral than humane, managed to set in motion a chain of catastrophic events that ended bloody and painfully.

"I am coming, Sam, there's no argument against it, I'm as much a hunter as either of you, and I deserve to put that to use," the reality that their baby sister, much like themsleves, was raised into this life, hunting being pretty much all that she knew, wasn't lost on either of the brothers. However, despite that fact, it didn't change their, particularly Sam's, opinion on having her tag along on risky hunts and putting her in the line of danger. It was no secret that Sam had never wanted to stay in the life, which was made clear when he walked out on his family, on his heartbroken 12-year-old sister, to start a new life at Stanford. Leaving her was the hardest thing he'd ever willed himself to do, with the constant promise lingering in the back of his head that once he built steady roots in his life, he'd come back for her, to take her away and give her a normal, steady life. That dream was what kept him going during the nights he'd be kept up by the image of her wrapping herself around his neck, sobbing and begging him to stay. But what was even harder was reviving the trust she once had in him when he rejoined her and Dean on the road to search for their father. She wouldn't be a Winchester without that signature cold stubbornness, but after what felt like decades, he worked his way back into her heart, though he suspects he never really left it. She showed as much once she forgave him.

"I know you're more than capable, Lia, but Bobby needs help with calls here, and you can give him a hand while me and Dean quickly wrap this one up," he lightly argued back, throwing a look to Dean at his side, as if to say 'back me up here'. Cordelia upheld her condescending glare, deciding to turn her attention towards Dean with a raised eyebrow, almost daring him to side with Sam and suffer the consequences. Dean, amidst a crossfire as always, glanced at his feet with a sigh, and decided to take the dangerous road, "Look, kid, you know I rarely keep you away from the action, but it was barely a week ago that we had to give you 4 stitches from that ghost bitch. Just rest up and you can tag along for the next one," he decided it was best for him to leave of the 'maybe' at the end, lest he turn her homicidal on the spot. She was already fuming, having raised a sharp finger towards Dean, "God, I am so sick and tired of being treated like some child or pet you take off the leash whenever it-", but she was hastily cut off when Dean gave her a strict look and pushed out his chin slightly, signalling that he was deadly serious. "You're not some pet, we don't keep you on a leash, and you know all of this. Drop the act, because if Sam or I decide you're not coming with, you know it's only for your own safety. When I agreed to let you hunt, it was when we said so and only under our supervision, Cordelia. I never agreed to put you on a reaper's path, and I will not have your blood on my hands, so when I say stay put, you stay put," She scrunched her face in disbelief, unconvinced and opened her mouth to further argue but was again, cut off, "That's end of Cordelia I won't repeat myself again." She scoffed in total frustration and muttered an insincere 'yes, sir' before turning on her heels and leaving them alone in Bobb's junkyard. He hated that phrase, even more when she directed it at him.

It was true that Dean had taught her almost everything she knew, mostly because John never bothered to. He treated her like some fragile glass they took around with them, which unfortunately meant that, although he cared about his daughter, to John, she was also equivalent to dead weight, who was more a point of weakness than an asset to their little family hunting group. And to top it off, John was never really crazy about the fact that, at times, when Dean's attention was fundamentally supposed to be on the hunt at hand, it was instead left behind with the frail girl in some crappy motel. His siblings were his responsibility; John was the one who taught him that, but Dean's care towards Cordelia was a different matter entirely. It was inexplicable, the fierceness he possessed when it came to protecting his sister and looking after his brother; he was, in all forms and definitions, the older brother, the protector, and the guardian.

He had taught Cordelia every lore he knew, every safety protocol, every possible way to fight, defend, and handle a weapon. And he was more than proud of the strong, smart, fearless fighter she was, despite every landslide they experienced throughout their erratic lives. But underneath the requirements that came with their lifestyle, she was, and he suspected always would be to him, a child he needed to protect. He will always simmer in guilt for the lack of normalcy she had in her life, the lack of friendships, the inability to be a normal teenage girl whose priority was the state of her closet, as opposed to which gun she wanted to shoot a werewolf with. So yeah, he didn't agree completely with Sam about keeping her out of hunting entirely; it was impossible, she was raised a hunter, much to both of their dismay, and neglecting to learn how to defend herself now would only lead to greater risk. But at the same time, he couldn't help but- like Sam- want to keep her away from bloodshed, pain, and danger as much as humanly possible. How long could he protect his baby sister before she was too far out of reach for him to control?

The brothers had packed every essential for hunting down a werewolf, before settling in the impala for a 2-hour drive to their case. The past two weeks, increasing news of dropping bodies, who all conveniently were missing a heart, alerted the Winchesters of a possible case, and upon discussion with Bobby, decided it was time to pick up another hunt. Sam thought it would be good for Dean's spirit; he still wasn't over what happened with their Dad roughly 2 months ago, and neither was Cordelia. Unbeknownst to the boys, Cordelia, ever so stubborn and keen to prove herself to her brothers, had managed to escape Bobby's watchful eyes, and in a snap of a moment, had hardwired the most functioning car in his yard to follow the hunt. She sped the entire way, hoping to make it to the boys around 10 or so at night, just in time to convince them to include her, get some shuteye, and join their hunt the next day, forcefully if needed. Bobby noticed her escape fairly quickly, and so by the time she reached the motel, she knew her brothers would have chosen, they had already been alerted by Bobby. The room door swung open before Cordelia had had the chance to knock, and she was yanked inside by the strap of her duffel bag, only to be met with the Dean's serious eyes, and behind him, Sam's disapproving frown. It’s ought to be a party!

"What the hell are you doing here, Delia?" Her interrogation began almost immediately, and she settled on giving short, unbothered answers to dilute the situation: "Just here to lend a hand," Dean threw his hands in the air, groaning in frustration, "And here I was under the assumption that I told your ass to stay away, your 'help' isn't needed here," She was going to argue back, say all the things she was thinking, let them know how unreasonable they were being, but she decided against it, "Dean i drove for like ever, and I'm dead tired, let me get some sleep, we'll hunt the damn thing, then you can bitch and moan all you want," she dropped her bag by the bed and moved towards the couch to lie down, "Fine by me, sleep all you want, sleep for the rest of the week if it suits you, but no dog fight for you sweetheart, even if i have to tie you to the kitchen," at this rate, it had become more about retaliation and stubborness, than wanting to keep her away another dangerous hunt. He pushed, she pushed, and so on. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dean, but dawn hits, and I'm gonna have a gun on that bitch, even if I have to knock you out, or you," she directed the last part towards Sam, who knew to stay quiet in situations like these, when they both showed teeth, intending to bite the same bone. He sighed and shook his head, knocking her feet off the couch, “quit the bickering and take the bed, I’ll talk to you in the morning,” she nodded, silently whispering a ‘thanks Sammy’ and climbed under the covers of what was supposed to be Sammy’s bed. Sam settled down onto the less than ideally sized couch for a man his size, and for a moment, kept his stare on the silhouette of his sister breathing evenly, as he came to the realization that his plans to cut hunting out her life bit by bit, were being blown out of the window entirely.

Here they stood, after endless debate and back and forth bickering, all three Winchesters loading silver bullets into their guns, ready for attack. They strode silently into the abandoned warehouse, eyes searching for movement. Cordelia stood between Dean and Sam, gun raised and ready. The only sign of life was the crumpled sleeping bag in the corner of the warehouse, a few scattered plates and cups surrounding it. Who knew cutlery was a requirement for dining on human heart, Delia thought. There was a dusty cover thrown on top of something large and rectangular, and just as Dean was about to remove it, he was thrown across the room by an unsuspected attack. Sam aimed at the werewolf a few feet away, ready to shoot her but wasn’t fast enough as she smacked the gun out of his hand, shoving him into a wall nearby. A loud noise erupted in the room, but Cordelia’s bullet only punctured the werewolf’s arm, burning her, but not enabling her attack. In return, the wolf spun around, abandoning Sam’s throat, and picked up Cordelia but the neck, swinging her into a pile of old wooden chairs.

Delia attempted to push through the ringing white noise in her head, no doubt a sign of a concussion, but couldn’t bring herself to move as much as necessary. She was momentarily paralyzed, and those few seconds were enough time for the werewolf to approach her, now towering above her an arm raised high, claws on display. Just before she could bring her arm down to rip into Cordelia, Dean fired a shot from behind, ripping through the werewolf’s chest and halting its movement. In a matter of a second, out of the corner her eye, Cordelia saw a second person-or a teenage child it seemed, run towards them at perfect speed, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, the child werewolf let out a loud wail at the sight of (presumably) his mother, and swung his claws down with force, cutting deeply into Cordelia’s chest. With a sharp gasp, Delia felt the rip and shred of her flesh, and the boiling sensation of her blood as it began to pour out of her body in rapid succession, and in mere seconds her entire upper body was wet with blood. It all happened in slow motion, the mother werewolf dropped like a sack, but Cordelia remained in her defeated position, swallowing down the growing searing pain. She could have sworn she heard her name being yelled, or felt the vibrations of stomping footsteps around her.

Sam had been caught it a struggle battle with the child, who was much stronger than assumed, more feral than his mother had been. As Sam fought to get rid of the second werewolf, Dean rushed towards Cordelia, skidding on his knees to a stop next to her, a horrified bile building up in his throat at the sight of so much blood pouring out of a small girl. He removed his jacket in an instant, using it as a makeshift blanket to apply pressure to the rips in her chest, hoping to stop the blood. She was struggling to speak, and she had began shivering violently, but severe pain was evident behind her pale eyes, and Dean thought any second now he would wake up in a coat of sweat and this would have just been yet another nightmare. But as he felt her getting colder under his hand, he wasn’t sure if it would be that simple this time around. He pulled her to his chest whispering and pleading, a hand under her head, and the other warmly brushing the hair stuck to her forehead, as she stared up at him in a hazy daze almost. “Cmon Delia, stay with me okay? Keep those eyes open, cmon baby cmon!” But it seemed like the more he begged, the looser her hold got, “Delia look at me, stay awake for me ok? I’m not gonna le-oh god…I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he was aware of the cracks in his voice, and the wave of nausea that was flushing over him. “De-” her voice was nothing more than a painful wisp of air, “I’m here, I’m here baby, it’s gonna be fine.”

The second werewolf was difficult to put down, Sam was sporting a few scratches, not too deep, and still attempting to hunt the mutt, whilst trying to dodge thoughts of Cordelia, who he couldn’t get a proper look at. With a sudden snap of motion, the werewolf abandoned his grip on Sam, pushing him back, and turning to sprint towards where Dean was cradling Delia, rocking lightly back and forth, an unexplainable look on his face. Sam was quick to climb to his feet, and run at the werewolf from the back, reaching it in a few strides before tackling in to the ground a few feet away from his siblings. In reaction to the near attack, Dean unconsciously huddled Cordelia closer, shuffling back away from the threat, tucking her into his chest, preparing for impact, which didn’t come. He looked up to see Sam pulling the trigger into the werewolf’s chest, and putting it down for good. Seeing as the threat was gone, he loosened his arms around Delia, pulling her face away from his chest gently to get a better look, only to find her eyes frozen, lifeless staring out at nothing. She wasn’t shaking anymore, she was completely still. No.

His tongue tied itself for a moment, and he could do nothing but breathe out a strangled noise. She couldn’t be. He shook her roughly, demanding she wake up and bicker at him, roll her eyes, something! He cupped her face with one hand, shaking her cheek gently with light taps, and then some rougher slaps, but nothing roused her awake. Sam was frozen to a halt a few centimeters away, unconsciously holding his breath, unable to inhale or exhale, move, blink, or fathom the idea that his baby sister is possibly dead. “Co-Delia, Delia baby hey. Cmon it’s okay now, wake up and we’ll go get you fixed. Wa-just wake up cmon…come on!” Tears stained Deans words, and his hand shook violently on her face, but his rocking never stopped. He continued to move her back and forth, an absentminded way to control his raging heart. But it was so broken now. Sam hadn’t dared to move any closer, he didn’t want to see her face, he didn’t want to see her dead. He leaned himself against the wall, his knees closed up infront of his chest like a frightened child, as he forced his head flat against the wall, to look in the opposite direction of where Dean was crying into Delia’s shoulder. Tears racked through Sam, and dripped down his face as his chin shook uncontrollably, a hand pressed against his mouth, to muffle his cries, as he continued to look away from the scene. This can’t be happening.

It was with utter dread, and the weight of a world of pain and suffering and sorrow, that they managed to pick themselves up, and carry her mangled body out of that warehouse. Dean drove in deafening silence, fighting the urge to drive straight off a cliff and never wake up again. Sam sat in the back, holding Delia across his lap, unable to force his eyes off her face. She was so young, he thought, so so young and still so innocent despite everything she’d seen. God she deserves a good life, a safe life and goddamn him for not getting that to her. He promised himself he would one day and what’s that worth now. He flung his head back violently into the seat behind him, clenching his eyes shut in anguish, frustration, and about every other bitter emotion under the sun. His tears hadn’t ceased, some trickled onto her cheek, and he leant down every once in awhile to press a kiss to her forehead, trying to envision that she’s just asleep after a long day of talking their ear off, and exhausting herself.

She laid so still, so weightless on the bed at Bobby’s house. She would have almost looked peaceful, if it wasn’t for the gaping lines in her chest, and the sprays of blood on her face. She had died young and violent. She had died far too early and without goodbye. How were they supposed to say goodbye to their baby sister.

How was Dean supposed to let go of the person he had sworn to protect and look after since the first time his mom had passed her to him, impossibly tiny and wrapped in a light pink blanket. How was he supposed to forget the first time she had opened her eyes, and looked straight into his soul, and that was the moment he was sure he was never letting her out of his sight. How was he ever supposed to forget the first time she started to walk, how she had wobbled straight towards him, arms outstretched, before she tripped and fell face first into his shoulder. She had cried uncontrollably and it took him 30 minutes to calm her down, before she went back to crawling all over Sammy. How was he supposed to forget the way she’d climb into his bed every night when she’d hear a creak, see the curtain move, or have another nightmare, despite John insisting that at age 5 she was required to be a big girl and stay in her own bed. But Dean took pride in knowing that he was the one she looked to for protection, that he was needed. How was he ever supposed to get used to the fact she’ll never come to him about a nightmare again, or give him her signature lob-sided grin, or just come to buttheads with him. God he would have her bite his head every 5 seconds if it meant she would come back.

How could Sammy come to terms with losing his baby sister. How could he get used to the idea of waking up every morning and not having her goofy smile or grumpy frown be the first thing he sees. How was he supposed to go on, knowing he could never hug her again, hold her in his arms, tell her that he’ll always be here for her, no matter when or what. How could he let go of the memories of when she was younger, and during hunts, he would stay with her in the motel rooms, and she’d beg him to tell her stories, of anything and everything. She’d beg and beg, and when he gave in, she would flop herself onto the bed next to him, and lean her head into his side, and listen until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Sometimes even now, he would tell her stories, though he knew they didn’t have the same appeal, she knew real from unreal, she knew good was minimal and magic was nonexistent, but she listened intently anyway, drooling on his shoulder. How could he wake up, try to live or move on with the weight of her head still on his shoulder, still asleep beside him. He couldn’t, and that was the truth of it.

Pt2 of Baby Winchester

Summary: They manage to save their sister and bring her back, and in doing so, maybe strengthen their bond?

The library hadn't been as helpful as Sam hoped; each myth contradicted the other: either kill the witch to reverse the spell, or, if you kill a witch, her spell may never be lifted again. The outcome depends purely on which witch is being dealt with, and until that's determined, Dean and Sam are stuck in a slum, or realistically, stuck in a restaurant feeding spaghetti to a very messy 4-year-old.

Despite countless requests from Dean, Adeline had not stopped slurping each spaghetti piece, and as a result got red sauce all over her face and shirt. During Dean's fussing, Sam had zoned out, nitpicking all the similarities baby Addy and real…well older Addy have in common, and amazingly, there's plenty. Older Addy always slurps her noodles, making loud noises, making a huge mess, even when Sam insists he has to focus on his research. The resemblances between the two are uncanny, and Sam can't help but smile widely. An even better image in this instance would be big old Dean, tangled around Addy, as she dips and ducks his hands that try to clean her face, and further shoves her head into the plate of spaghetti, getting a full face of sauce and looking up to smile at Dean mischievously. This time, Sam laughs out loud at the sight, earning a glare from an overstimulated Dean, but that doesn't seem to make him stop, and his laughter is only further fueled when Addy sticks out a tongue to lick her nose, before discovering she can't quite reach and leaning up to rub the sauce on her nose, right on Dean's nose.

The roles, however, are reversed when Addy, overly excited by the sound of Sam's laughter, climbs on the table, grabbing Sam's face with both determined hands, and before Sam has the chance to register or stop her, she smudges her entire face against his, successfully transferring the majority of the spaghetti sauce to him. The look on Sam's face alone sent Dean into a cackling fit, as he gently patted Addy's back in pride. The energy in the atmosphere boosted Addy's mood, causing her to giggle and clap her saucy hands together proudly, whilst looking back and forth between her brothers. This mischievousness was very accurate to Adeline's persona, and once again, the strength of similarities that hadn't been lost throughout the years didn’t get past the older brother’s attention. Deciding he couldn't possibly be upset with Addy's cheekiness, Sam feigned a sad expression, catching Adeline's attention immediately, and only once she crawled closer to inspect his mood change, did he grab her fast by the waist, pulling her onto his lap, as a squeal erupted from her. He then kissed her saucy face multiple times, as she laughed brightly against him, her hands on his shoulders, attempting to push him away, but not really. By the end of their childish lunch, they had left an atrociously sauce-covered table, a half-eaten plate of spaghetti, and poorly cleaned faces that exposed their shenanigans.

Trudging back to the motel, Sam hoped he could gain more information on the witch with his computer, and Dean wanted desperately to clean both himself and a very sticky toddler hanging off his neck and babbling gibberish nonsense in his ear. Before he knew what he was saying, Dean turned to Sam, "Is it completely fucked up that i wish things could be like this forever?" but he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth, because he didn't mean to imply he didn't want his sister back to normal, but as always Sam understood, "To not want the usual cold shoulder, or the constant arguments? Yeah, Dean, I get it, I feel guilty for thinking, but I get it." Sam sighed, feeling like this was the time to get it off his shoulder, "I said it last night, but...I don't know, man, I'm addicted to this idea that Addy suddenly needs me, or wants to be around me, you know? I don't get the feeling that she secretly hates my guts anymore, or that she's never actually going to forgive me for leaving and we'll never be what we used to," he stopped for a moment, looking at Baby Addy, who was absentmindedly pulling, twisting, and smoothing the back of Dean's hair, entriely content and happy to just be with her brothers, something they hadn't seen her be in a long while. "But that's only because baby Addy doesn't know I'll leave, but really, maybe it's because real Addy doesn't know how much it killed me to walk away. Ever since I saw her again at Stanford, it's like there's this wall...I don't know," but Dean understood perfectly. He was there with her for the four years she dealt with being left behind; he didn't blame Sam, not really, but it doesn't make the pain Addy felt being abandoned any easier, "she, uh, I think for her, you were the person she could, you know, talk to about stuff, it was different to what me and her had, she needed you in a different way. Dad isn't exactly an expert on talking, you already know, and me...I tried, but I guess it just hurt her a lot to lose someone she cared a lot about, not knowing if she'll see you again," he paused and looked at Sam, taking in his devastated face, "but no one's blaming you for anything, alright? If I spent more time trying to make her feel like a normal kid than trying to save her from monsters and demons, then maybe she wouldn't feel the need to build walls or hide in shells, or whatever the hell, maybe she'd be happy."

It was silent for a few moments as they walked side by side. Addy noticed the shift and lifted her head to give them both a smile to lift the mood, and unbeknownst to her, it made all the world of difference. "Maybe we gotta stop shouldering dad's mistakes." Sam's statement was quiet, but they both felt its weight, and Dean didn't have anything to respond with. Sam, needing some sort of comfort or closure, asked Dean to hand over Addy for a bit, who was already getting sleepy. He hugged her to his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder, and he gave her little hand a kiss before turning his head slightly near her ear and whispering a soft, "I love you more than you know, Addy."

Sam had been at his computer for 2 hours, reading through site after site, article after article, and gaining very little. It was becoming increasingly frustrating, and he decided to take a break before he smashed the damn thing against the wall. They were running out of time. And right on cue, Dean, who had been in the bathroom cleaning Addy's sauce-covered face, called for him hastily. Walking in, he noticed Addy was much cleaner, her curls were wet and dark, and she wore her signature grin as she watched him closely. Dean, on the other hand, had a very different expression, as he signalled to the shirt he'd just put on Addy, only further confusing Sam. "You bought a size 4, right? This fit perfectly yesterday, but Sam, it's at least a size too big now." The explanation caused realisation to dawn on Sam; she was becoming younger, aging backwards, and once again, Sam noted that time was running out. "shit, Dean, I've found out it's either track her down and make her reverse it or kill it, but man...without knowing what she actually is I don't know which is right." Dean gave Sam a worried look, and Addy didn't seem to be able to read the tension in the room, "shit," both heads turned towards her, "no Addy, bad word, don't say that", she giggled, looking straight at Sam, "shit shit" she clapped along with the words and sam moved forward to picked her up, running a hand through her curls and fixing the shoulder of her oversized shirt. "You're getting cheekier by the day, Miss Adeline." It was a heavy moment, for the adults at least; they didn't know whether to laugh at the innocence or go find a corner to sit in and dread the situation they were in. And as always, when you need him the most, Dad never seems to pick up the damn phone, Dean thought bitterly.

Hours had passed now, and it was one in the morning. Dean laid in bed with a snoring Addy curled on his chest, with her face in his neck. She felt lighter than yesterday. Sam, like he had been for numerous hours, was in front of the computer, typing away furiously, and every once in a while, letting out an angry groan or sigh before going back into reading. A couple of times during the hours they spent in the room, Sam would look up and watch Addy for a few moments, fondness and love in his eyes, before making eye contact with Dean and sharing their deeply buried worry and fear, before returning to their stoic expressions. At 9PM, Addy had woken up with a coughing fit, and Sam could practically hear Dean's heart pound against his ribcage, as he thought the spell was acting up somehow, but with a bit of water, she had fallen asleep quietly. Despite all the sweet and innocent moments they've had these past three days, which had made Dean yearn for the old days, what he hadn't missed was the endless gnawing worry and need to protect that clawed at him. But as he reassesses the thought, he comes to the conclusion that that feeling never actually left at all, he just hadn't realised he'd gotten so used to it. Sam could understand, Dean assumed, he was an older brother too, after all, Dean may have been the eldest with the responsibility of two lives, but Sam was responsible for hers too, almost just as much. He supposed that came with being born earlier, that honour of being a protector, though he couldn't always bear the weight of it, he wouldn't trade his siblings even if it meant saving all of mankind. He didn't care about mankind, not as much as he cared about them.

Looking down at Addy asleep, he noted how much she trusted him as if he held the world, and just how vulnerable she really was. But then again, she always has been; she may have grown up, her arms and legs may have gotten longer, her eyes may have gotten bigger and browner (somehow), and her tongue might have become sharper, but she was still just as vulnerable as she was the day she was born. Just as vulnerable as all those nights he'd try to stop her cries, and promise her that even though mom was gone and dad wasn't the same, she'll never be alone because she had him, and Sam. Suddenly, Dean felt a tightening pain throughout him; he really missed his baby sister. As if able to read his mind, Sam looked up from the computer and gave Dean a small smile, "I'll find a way. whatever it takes."

Reflexively, Dean patted the spot beside him, still half asleep, and found it empty. He moved his arm around the bed a bit more before realising that something very small was missing. He shot up, looking around the room, until he spotted a tall figure on the couch, with his feet up on the table and his head bent backwards in an uncomfortable position. He got up and walked towards Sam, and was relieved to see Addy resting her head against his bicep, and drooling all over his arm, as he snored softly, head facing the ceiling. It was sort of adorable. As if feeling eyes on him, Sam stirred awake, blinking up, and Dean wordlessly pointed to the sleeping baby before carifying, "You stole my heat pack." Sam breathed out a laugh and shifted Addy slowly so that her head was on his shoulder, "she came to me, dude, must've gotten sick of your farts," and if he wasn't holding a sleeping baby, Dean would've smacked him upside the head.

Dean walked towards the small kitchen counter to turn on the coffee. "So, you find anything last night?" his back was turned to Sam, waiting for a response, "not anything important, it's like she doesn't even exist!" Dean sighed softly before adding, "Maybe we should try finding some time witch instead and beg her to fix Addy, or I don't know I'm-", but his ramble was cut short when Sam practically spirited at him, and almost threw Addy onto him, "dude what the hell are you doing, she was asleep", and on cue, Addy stirred awake and rubbed her eyes while pouting. Dean rubbed the back of her head and pressed a kiss on her forehead to calm her down, still staring at Sam's weird behaviour.

Sam had run back to his computer and was typing at lightning speed, without a word to address him pegging their sister at Dean. "Earth to Sam, are you possessed?" he then quickly realised the joke wasn't fitting, but waited for a response. "You're a genius, Dean. I think I got it!" That didn’t help the confusion. Dean gave Addy a confused look, which she couldn't decipher, so she just mimicked him but scrunching her face, "Well, I know I am, but what exactly did you find?" Sam looked up from his computer, "Get this, time witches, there's only two covens that we know of from dad's journal that revolve around the past, present, and future. Their magic focuses on time, shifting realities, all that stuff, so if this witch is excommunicated from a time coven, it would make since how she can reverve aging, her powers are just more demented!" Dean enthusiasitically followed his excited ramble, nodding along with Addy on his hip just looking between the two. "so shes a wacko time bitch, how do we fix Addy", "well lucky for us, time witch's spells get reversed when you kill the caster, so we get her and Addy's as good as new." Relief washed over Dean, he physically let out a breath he felt he was holding for the past 4 days, and looked towards Addy, who only smiled back at him obliviously, before giving her a strong kiss on the cheek, "We're gonna get you back baby," in response, she gave him a kiss back, while Sammy smiled more brightly than he had in a while from across the room.

It took much longer than it should have to debate where to leave Addy when they go to hunt the witch. The car wasn't safe, because if they didn't make it out, who would find Addy in the middle of nowhere? But Sam argued that if they don't succeed, then Addy wouldn't be around much longer anyway, a bitter thought for them both. As they parked in front of the witch's hideout, again, with Addy asleep on the back seat, they prayed this would work, "You're sure, Sammy?" he nodded, "I have to be," and with trust in one another, they took one glance back at their sister and headed in to kill a bitch.

Dean was sporting a raging headache when they returned to the car, and Sammy was pretty sure he had broken a rib. But none of the pain could filter the pure joy they felt in succeeding, and Sam could only assume the spell would wear off in a little while, as they stared back at baby Addy. They walked back into the motel room, exhausted. Sammy carried Addy and climbed straight into bed, placing her beside him, her head on his bicep, as Dean sprawled out on the other bed already snoring away. Sam leaned down closer to Addy's, half asleep, and placed a small kiss on top of her head, "Goodnight, Addy."

Addy had woken up feeling nauseous, groggy, and sore all over, only to open her eyes and be met with the back of Sam's head, extremely close to her own. She quietly climbed out of the bed and glanced over at Dean, who had his head buried in the pillow, lying on his stomach. She giggled quietly at the sight before walking to the bathroom. She stared in the mirror for a while, feeling like she had slept for a week, and ultimately stopped trying to figure it out without her brothers. She made a much-needed cup of coffee, and went over to the beds, standing over the two boys, watching them sleep. They really don't budge, she thought, so much for alert hunters.

After 10 minutes, because of the smell of coffee, Adeline suspects Sam stirred awake and frantically patted around the bed. Ok, weird. "Looking for the stripper? She just left." Addy was watching him with a lifted brow, waiting to see if he heard her comment. She thought Dean would be proud if he were awake. For some reason, at the sound of her voice, Sam seemed even more startled, and his head snapped up so suddenly she was surprised he didn't get whiplash. "Addy, holy-thank god Addy Jesus," he was staring at her with wide eyes, and rushed to get out of bed, but not before throwing a pillow at Dean. Addy only frowned further at his antics, "Really, what did you snort last night, dude? You're acting batshit." To Addy's shock, the noise, for once, had actually managed to wake Dean up, as he stirred and rubbed his eyes, sitting up. Addy had been too focused on Dean waking up that she hadn't noticed the 6'4 giant barreling towards her until he slid his arms under her armpits and lifted her into an impossibly tight hug.

More confused than ever, she let herself hang there, looking over crazy Sam's shoulder at Dean, to shoot him a confused look, only to find he, too, was watching her with wide eyes. What is with these fools? "Sam, Sam, please, I'm losing oxygen," she tapped his shoulder, and he reluctantly let her down, kissing her head and just resting her chin on top of her head for a beat. Dean had stood up now, lingering near them, and watching her with eyes full of emotion, just as Sam had, and the entire interaction was worrying her. Had she died? Is she dead? "God, Addy, it's so good to have you back." She pulled away from Sam, and shot him another sceptical look, "ok, cut the shit, what is going on with you two? Did I die or something?" The boys shared a look before realising she had no recollection of what had happened. "No, Addy, remember the witch hunt?" Kind of, the details are blurry, Sam continued, "she got you, turned you into a toddler like the others, you were a baby for 4 days, before we figured out if we kill it her curse gets reversed and well, now you're back," at the explanation, bits and peices of the lost time came back to her. She placed her hand on her head; it was starting to hurt again, and Dean, who hadn't said a word yet, shifted closer, "Adeline?" She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and Dean stood above her, close and monitoring.

A hug, a familiar hand in her hair, spaghetti sauce, and a kiss on the nose, strong arms hugging her close, loud laughter. Flashes of vague images paint her mind, and though she can't remember it all, that feeling of safety, comfort, and love filters through her. "Adeline!" She refocuses at the sound of her name and looks up, to meet worried expressions, "No, I'm fine, it's just after you explained it, I got some blurry flashes of...I think what I remember with you guys." They nodded, relieved, and Dean rubbed his jaw, turning around, but before he could fully, Addy jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him an uncharacteristically tight and affectionate hug. He was caught off guard. Sam let out a soft laugh, and Addy pulled away from Dean and gave Sam the same passionate hug and a subtle kiss on the cheek, which didn't go unnoticed. "Thank you, both of you." The sudden overwhelming love for her brothers wasn't lost on Adeline. She may not remember every detail of her curse, but from what she felt and knows, she was loved unconditionally, and this emotion brought back the rush of so many childhood memories that had been locked away and forgotten.

Instantaneously, a new form of appreciation came over Adeline; there wasn't anything these boys didn't do for her over those years, and even now. Dean's fierce protectiveness and love always overshadowed her father's absence. Sam's gentle kindness, his affection and care, always filled the empty space she would sometimes feel after close examination of her violent, motherless, more accurately parentless life. But they were her parents; they became everything she needed: mother, father, brother, and friend. As a consequence of her father's coldness, the way he raised his children, the nature of the life they led, Adeline had allowed herself to become cold too, to choose a hard shell that would keep out pain and betrayal, over listening to her heart. She found herself ashamed of neglecting her brothers and failing to appreciate their sacrifices. She had always known they loved her fiercely; they showed it loudly throughout her entire life, but she needed to let herself believe it, that despite the heartless machine her father wanted to create to only hunt, she could be loved and she could love in return. Sam and Dean had always tried to teach her that, and it's high time she learned.

Addy didn't know how to begin to summarise that, to communicate it to her brothers properly. But she had to, so she tried, "Listen, I... I've um, god this is hard," Sam looked at her sympathetically, running a hand over her head, "you don't have to say anything, we know." She shook her head, determined, "of course you know, you always do, but i need to sya it", she looked between both of them, "i think, i had this idea, that if i wanted to make it through this life, our life, then i had to be like dad, you know...cold, hard, that way noting can stop you, nothing can hurt you. But I guess I never realised it just makes you a shell of a person, and I don't wanna be that person anymore, I wanna feel like I used to, like my life meant something. And with you, I hate it, pushing you two away, but I figured the less you let them in, the less it'll hurt if they leave, or walk away, or decide god, who knows they don't want me anymore-"

Dean was frowning and was about to open his mouth to object or say something, but she cut him off, "Wait, wait, let me finish because if I don't, I don't know if I ever will. But I realised I was wrong, obviously, keeping you away, it doesn't make me care about you less, if anything, it's worse not having you in my life anymore, it feels so alone. It hurt when you left Sammy." At that, he looked down at his feet, ashamed, "and I don't blame you for choosing out, and I'm sorry you didn't get to stay out, really. it hurt loosing my best firend, you were the one i told everything to, and when you left i kept it all in, figured if i shut up no one else would go away," Sam's heart felt like it was bleeding out of his chest, "Dean i think that's why i never turned to you for anything, you know, i thought, hes spend his entire life picking up after me, and to go and put more on his shoulders, make his responsibility heavier, he'd eventually hate me and leave me too, but no, i knew you wouldn't hate me, i mean obviously, you've been my mom, dad, whole world my whole life, but i just never beluieved it." She took a deep breath before continuing, "God, this is a huge chick flick moment. But i guess, what i really wanna say is, i was never mad at you, espcially you Sam, and it was never your fault for all the times i turned you away, and i want you to know that i do, with my whole heart, appriciate everything you've ever done for me, and im sor-" this time she was cut off for good, when Dean pulled her into a strong hog, one arm at the back of her head, and the other around her back, holding her close, whilst feeling the welling of tears around his eyes betray him, god damn chick flick moments.

The hug lasted a good while, and Addy felt so safe, she opened her eyes and looked at Sam, who was watching them with teary eyes. She swallowed her rising tears and held a hand out for him, to which he reached out and held, joining the hug with another kiss on her head. This weirdo is a big kisser; she has the blurry baby memories to prove it.

pairing: Sam and Dean Winchester x younger sisterReader

Summary: What were to happen if a third, younger Winchester joined the two brothers on their hunting adventures, and unexpectedly, during one of the hunts (set around season 1), something goes wrong, and they're left with a de-aged baby sister. (Adeline Winchester is 15)

turned out longer than i expected soz!! but enjoy!!

The Winchester bunch had been on the road for quite some time now. It had been a few long, eventful months since that faithful day when Dean managed to convince Sam to tag along as they set out on a long search in hopes of finding their missing dad, whilst trying to make amends and diffuse any tension that lingered- from Sam's decision to abandon the family, specifically from Adeline. The many hunts they've completed and the numerous supernatural monsters they've managed to kill or send back to hell have made the beginning of their journey, the awkward tension between them, and most tragically, Jessica's death, seem like they occurred years ago. In a way, time flies fast when you're hunting and constantly on the run.

As a part of their natural routine, the three siblings crammed inside the Impala in the dead of night, set out to kill a demented witch with, according to Dean, 'totally wack choice of curses', before hoping to continue South, and follow their father's clues to finding him.

Dean abruptly stomped on the brakes, causing the wheels to screech across the dry, sandy ground, outside of what could only be described as some sort of satanic hideout, so obviously decorated with runes and symbols that even a normal, unsuspecting person would be suspicious of the area. "Alright, let's filter out," the driver of the year instructed as Sam and Adeline stepped out. Even upon arrival, the eerie, dark atmosphere of the house threw Adeline off. Dean continued his instructions, "Now, witches, nasty piece of works.. so keep the guns on you because only after we disable her ability to curse us, can we shoot the bitch in the head and put her down once and for all," his younger siblings nodded along, whilst haltering hand guns into their wastlines, and hooking home-made explosive balls around their waist, for diversions of course. According to Sam's thorough research, the completely insane cases of grown individuals being turned into the younger versions of themselves, then ultimately continuing to age backwards until they somehow were never born at all, turned out to be the work of some lone witch bitch without a coven, who was going crazy, allegedly. Which could explain why she's choosing to turn people into snotty, diarrhea machines, instead of making them grow three noses, or performing blood rituals with goat heads and infant twins, or whatever witches normally do (she wasn't a witch expert), Addy had thought. The whole ordeal was sending the small town into a frenzy; authorities obviously wouldn't believe that something like this was even possible. The families of the unfortunate victims were labelled as crazy, and somehow, the sheriff wasn't thrown off by the decrease in adults and increase in babies. Useless man being paid for his stubborn ass and fat head.

Dean and Sam were muttering about some sort of entry route when Addy had zoned out, but was brought back to the present when Dean kindly flicked the centre of her forehead, hard. "Oow asshole! coulda' just said my name of some shit, christ" Dean just rolled his eyes at her grumbling, and Sam stayed indifferent, because it wasn't exactly anything out of their daily ordinary. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, moaning Gretel, pay attention, once we get inside through the back, you stay at my side the entire time, ok?" This was so typical, Addy thought, when was he ever going to stop babying me, and let me be a proper hunter like Dad would! "Oh yeah, sure thing, Dean, how about I hide in your jacket while I'm at it? Or maybe I could just stay in the car altogether with my thumb in my mouth? Would that be more to your liking?" Her sarcastic tone was always a dead giveaway for an argument that was about to ensue between her and their equally argumentative older brother. Sam could basically predict the next 15 minutes of push and shove, and attempted to stop the ill-timed fight, "Now is not the time, would you two ju-" not quick enough, it seemed as Dean began to shoot back a response, "listen you little cockroach, I really don't have the time drill the severity of the sitaution into your thick skull, witches are no joke, and you have no experience with them alright? We need to get in, kill the bitch, and get out without having to worry about your annoying ass being turned into a toad or baby or whatever." Addy rolled her eyes at his hushed-yelling rant, and opened her mouth only to be shut down again by the eldest, "shut up and get moving behind me or i will make you stay in the car."

Under 10 minutes into their infiltration of the witch's hideout, they had been discovered, Dean had been thrown into the wall twice, they've had levitating kitchen equipment pegged at them, and Sam and Addy were now hiding behind a mountain of ancient furniture in the basement, whilst concealing an unconscious Dean. Sam signalled for Addy to stay quiet and silence her heavy breathing, as he used his free hand to push the hair stuck on her forehead, to inspect the gash caused by a pan or plate; she couldn't be sure. He nodded softly, to say it wasn't serious, and placed a reassuring kiss in her hair before wrapping his arm around her neck to pull her further down and closer to him. After what seemed like an hour of trying to silently get Dean to regain consciousness, he finally began to blink awake, grimacing as he moved to sit up. "wha-" but he was shushed by Sam's hand clamping on his mouth, and he nodded in understanding as Sam removed it. Dean tilted his head to get a look at Addy, and looked pointedly at her bleeding forehead, only satisfied after she shook her head to insist she was fine.

Once sure Dean was capable of staying awake and alert, Sam quietly moved forward to check their surroundings and look for a way out. He spotted a big enough window on the other side of the basement, past an old washing machine, and moved back to let his siblings know. "Past that old washing machine, there's an open window. We get through that, and we have a good chance of getting out." Addy, however, insistently shook her head, whispering back, "What about the witch, we can't let her turn more people into babies, we gotta finish her." Normally, the brothers would agree, they never really leave a hunt unfinished, but without any weapons, trapped inside with her having the upper hand, it was more of a suicide mission. Sam made eye contact with Dean, having some sort of an older brother's conversation Addy wasn't a part of, before Dean nodded, "His right, Addy, we have nothing to kill her with, we have a better chance of coming back armed and more prepared. We can't do anything now, we gotta get out while we can", Sam nodded in agreeance again, and pointed back towards the window, and relucntantly, Adeline sighed and nodded an 'ok' before they began to move swiftly. Sam quietly helped Dean up, as they moved out on the left side of the massive furniture pile, and unbeknownst to them, Addy moved out through the right side, and was unfortunately met with a muttering, hideous face and a sudden bright light. Dean had said to stay behind him, shit.

A short squeal, met with a blinding ray of light, caught the brothers off guard, as they spun to look behind, only to find their mini-me shadow wasn't following. As a surprise to them, what appeared to be the witch, who was a few feet away from them, disappeared back up the basement stairs without the intention of coming back to curse the boys. The boys shared a furrowed look of confusion before snapping out of their stupor, "Adeline? Addy?" they called out, attempting to maneuver their way through the dark basement. Their anxiety only grew tenfold when she didn't respond, and the reality of the witch having escaped from where Addy was sitting only moments ago only darkened their assumptions more. What if she's taken her? hurt her? The long train of 'what ifs' was cut short when they heard a babble, or some sort of mumble, from a few feet away. The darkness of the area made searching impossible until Sam managed to spot a decade-old flashlight that meraculously still worked after a couple of hits to its head. They moved swiftly towards the noise and were met with a large pile of clothes on the floor, and in the centre of them, a tiny toddler with familiar brown eyes.

"Holy shit, Sam, holy shit!" Dean's eyes widened, as did his worry, and he was quick to bend down and reach the toddler...well, Addy, before looking back at Sam with a panicked expression. Mirroring Dean's dread, Sam's open jaw attempted to form a normal sentence but failed miserably, "Oh my go- Dean holy- is she...is she hurt?" Dean's worried eyes scanned all over Addy's tiny figure, but thankfully, she was unmarked, and he raised a gentle hand to run through her short curls and down her neck to cup her little, chubby cheeks. At what apparently to her was a familiar touch, she looked up at Dean and smiled so big and sweet, and he found himself unconsciously returning it. He was having vivid flashbacks of when she was this young, and he'd spend every waking hour tending to his baby sister's needs. In truth, she was the most precious thing he and Sam had, but more so for him, she was the biggest part of his mother he had left. The recollection of those old memories, when times were somewhat simpler, and his younger siblings were less exposed to the dark parts of the world, sent an emotional wave through Dean, something he wasn't usually comfortable with.

"Dean! Is she hurt? Is something wrong?" Sam impatiently rushed out from his position behind them, as he stood guard in case the witch decided to come finish the job. From where he stood, he could only see one of, now baby Addy's short legs, and her partial curls, and he tried to remember what she looked like as a toddler all those years ago. Back when her entire world was the two brothers she'd run circles around, and had wrapped around her tiny little fingers without even being aware. Before, she had to follow her father's orders and become a hunter because of his obsession, something that had never stopped plaguing Sam's mind, even during his time away from his family. His thoughts refocused on reality when he saw Dean lift a small bundle and hold her against his chest, before glancing at the stairs and moving towards the window, "No, she's fine, cmon, we have to get out of here and figure out how to fix this for Christ's sake." At the confirmation, Sam followed behind quickly, as they made it out safely and ran towards the car. With Dean preoccupied, Sam took the wheel and sped away from the house, and only when they reached the main road did they begin to address the enormous mess they found themselves in.

"Jesus, Sam, I mean, how much do we have again? How many weeks until s- how are we going to fix her?" The uncharacteristic desperation in Dean's voice was unnerving, as was his constant glances of despair at the sleeping Addy in his arms. She was lying horizontally in his lap, with her face resting against his abdomen, breathing evenly. She must be 4, Sam thought. In the most ironic light, this was the most peaceful they had seen her in years, and based on Dean's hand softly smoothing her hair, and Sam's quick glances at her sleeping form, it was a realisation they both shared. She was always so much happier before she entered the world of monsters; they all were in their own ways. "She'll be fine, we're gonna reverse it, we always find a way, she'll be fine," Sam repeated the last part, more so to assure himself rather than Dean. Dean only nodded absentmindedly, still looking at Addy, and they spent the rest of the drive in their own heads.

Only a few minutes away from the motel, and Addy has chosen that this was the moment to wake up from her recharging nap, and ponder her surroundings. As she stirred awake, she lifted two fisted hands in the air and stretched deeply before opening her eyes and being greeted by a much, much, older Dean looking at her with furrowed brows. "Hey, baby, how are you feeling? It's me, Dean." Dean glanced up at someone next to him that Addy hadn't seen yet. They wondered if there was a part of her older self in there somewhere, or if she'd recognise them at all, but those thoughts were pushed away when she reached her hand and placed it on Dean's scruffy chin, scrunched her nose at the texture, then smiled brightly, "DinDin, hi, it's me, Addy!" Dean had completely forgotten about that old nickname, and once again, the mention of it brought back a rush of memories. Dean couldn't help but laugh out in total relief, that little response is very appropriate for Adeline, and Addy swore she heard someone next to them chuckle fondly, too. "Why you so big Din?" Dean and Sam couldn't find themselves focusing on her little voice and mispronunciations, because they hadn't thought of how to answer her questions when she woke up. Addy heard a soft whisper before Dean nodded and turned towards her, "I'm not sure Addy," She frowned and looked as though she was contemplating that response. Still in her lying position, she looked back up, "Where's daddy?" it seemed the more questions she asked, the digger Sam and Deans hole got, without any other ways to go about it Sam spoke up this time, "He's just at work for a while Addy" and at the notice of this new voice, Addy planted her hands on Deans leg and pushed herself up and Dean was quick to help her adjust to a sitting position. She focused her eyes on the person in the driver's seat, squinted, and for a split second, Sam was afraid she wouldn't know who he was, but all of a sudden, she jumped abruptly across the seat, landing half on and half off Sam's lap with a fist full of his hair, startling him. The hair must be her identifier, then, Dean thought to himself before gently pulling her back to his lap. "Addy, it's Sammy, you reco-you know me?" Addy smacked her hands down on her thighs, leaned forward with a little grin, and repeated, "Sammy it's Addy me!" The boys couldn't help but smile; it was undeniable that she was the sweetest little thing they've ever seen. It was entirely different from how they remembered it when they were younger, too. This whole experience was new, and they saw it through a different light, maybe because they weren't little kids anymore. Sam let out an airy laugh and placed his head on the seat behind him, relieved, as they pulled into the motel.

Sam had managed to steal Addy from Dean and was carrying her up to the room they were renting, as she wrapped her hands around his neck and played with his hair. Sam wasn't sure if he'd say it out loud to Dean, but something about this brought a new sort of peace to Sam, especially after everything that had happened, especially with Jess. It was healing to turn back time and reconnect with his baby sister as well, a baby. It felt all too paternal, like she needed him again, like she wasn't wary of him leaving, or betraying them, like his done no wrong in her eyes. It was selfish, but that didn't make it any less healing.

Dean placed their stuff in the corner before opening a carton of milk and handing it to Sam to feed Addy. Sam sat at the table of the room, rotating Addy so that she was facing him on his lap, and placed the straw in her mouth, "Addy's gotta eat now, ok? Or she won't have energy to play." She mumbled an "ok" and got busy drinking the milk, as Dean sat across from Sam, his eyes on Addy's back, monitoring her. Sam's always had that gentle nature. Dean may have been more protective, their substitute for Dad, but Sammy was soft and gentle. Dean reached forward and rubbed his hand up and down her back. She was so tiny, he thought, so vulnerable but so full of life. "She's adorable, isn't she?" "Sammy, we gotta get her back. We're running out of time," his worry was evident to Sam, matching his own. "I'll start my research, read through dad's journal, his gotta have something that could help, I won't let anything happen to her." Dean nodded, and Addy hiccuped after releasing the straw with a 'agh' as she swallowed and smacked her lips, "Slow down, baby, drink slowly," he smiled brightly at his baby sister, barely being able to take his eyes off her. Nonetheless, he turned his gaze back up to Sam, "Do you remember her like this? this young...you know she always did that when I fed her, she'd drink like she was in a drought, then make that smacking noise, hell, she still does..." Dean's eyes were fixed on a spot on the floor, as he reminisced about the memory and the realisation that his baby sister had barely changed. Sam nodded, his eyes on Addy, still drinking, "I was thinking she's so different, you know? She was so giggly...and like-" "alive?" Sam huffed sadly, "Yeah, she was so alive as a kid, but all this, all these monsters, Dad's army training...Dean, she doesn't really smile anymore." Dean had no response. A weight pressed on his chest, it was his fault, he thought, he should've done better for them, to protect them from the hardness that came with the job...well, their lives.

He felt selfish to think it, but seeing baby Addy again, he felt like he was granted some sort of forgiveness, because this Addy thought the world of him, this Addy didn't feel like the more she fought against him, the better a hunter she would be to make their dad proud, because Dean hadn't failed this Addy yet. Baby Addy looked at him with big, bright eyes, like he held the stars in his hand and he was going to give her one, and that warm feeling was something he's missed. He had forgotten to keep that warmth alive among hunts. He should’ve focused more on trying to connect with her, be the person she could depend on, not just for protection. To be the person she lost when Sam walked away, and left her to crawl into a shell, with loads of unspoken rage and burden. "It's an ugly thought, but having this Addy makes me feel like I haven't failed as much as I have," Sam wanted to disagree, assure him that he hasn't failed anything, but the truth was, he felt the exact same. "Yeah, I think I know exactly what you mean." Despite not revealing all their thoughts, the two understood one another completely. "I just hope to whatever God there is or isn't that we don't fail this Addy too." It was a weighted sentence that gnawed at their fears, but the tension was erased when Adeline was alerted at the mention of her name, "Me Addy?" she questioned in an impossibly cute fashion, widening her eyes, all big and brown, and pointing a stubby finger at herself. Like often, one look into Addy's puppy-like eyes, she'd surely inherited from Sam, and both of the boys' tension and worry melt away. Sam threw his head back in a deep laugh at the sight, and Dean covered his jaw with his hand, laughing into it, "Yeah, you Addy baby, you know I love you, right?" And at that, her tiny face scrunched in delight, and she opened her arms, milk long forgotten, reaching for Dean to give her a hug, and of course, he obliged by picking her up and holding her as close as he could, with a hand on her head, and his face turned into her tiny neck. It all felt alright for a second.

Sam stood, blowing out air as he seemed to shake off an emotional wave, and walked over to the two beds in the room. He pulled out an extra shirt and cut some length off to fit Addy into; even then, it would be much too large, but it was all they had. "Come on, little lady, it's time to sleep, it's been a long night," Addy peeked at him from over Dean's shoulder, and frowned, "M' not tired." Dean pulled her back to face her, "But you need the energy, Addy, so tomorrow we can go and play, yeah?" But a stubborn spell seemed to have overtaken Addy, because she pouted deeper, and pushed her hands on Dean's chest to put space between them, "no! i say no sleep," moments like these were what scared the boys, because Dean can't for the life of him remember how he delt with this all those years ago, or maybe John had. "Addy, you've gotta listen, if we don't sleep then we're all go-" but Sam didn't have time to finish his thought-out lecture, before Addy abruptly climbed off Dean's lap and stomped her little foot on the floor. The scene was almost comical, but Sam kept a straight face and moved forward to pick her up but at the sight of his stretched hand, Addy decided to push it away, but the much older Sam was hard to move, causing Addy to be pushed back at the impact and fall hard on her bottom.

Something must have been overwhelming her for her to act out like this, and now she sat on her bottom, her face dipped down, and she took shallow, uneven breaths. Dean bent down and cupped her face, and she looked on the verge of tears, "Are you okay, baby? Did that hurt a little?" His gentle tone made her want to only cry more, but she remembered her dad's clear instructions and decided to hold it in as best as she could. "no" but the boys weren't convinced by the response, and Sam joined them on the floor, "are you sure Addy girl, because its okay if it did, we can make it better" the comment was reassuring enough but Addy always listened to Daddy more than the boys becuase he was the boss, "Daddy say don't cry" that must have meant something to her brothers because they suddnetly had sad looks like Addys, and she felt even worse, "don be sad, im big girl" she tried to put on a smile, and that somehow made their hearts break more. Overcoming the moment, Sam scooped her up, gave her a kiss, and seeing as it got her smiling genuinely, he gave her a few more fast, peppered kisses that got her giggling out loud. It helped them both.

After a few hours of sitting awake, Sam made up stories for Addy. They finally fell asleep with Addy sprawled out on Sammy's chest, and on the other bed, Dean had lain staring at the roof, trying to get some shut-eye, whilst listening to his two younger siblings breathing evenly in the quiet night.

Morning had come, apparently, because a tiny weight suddenly struck Dean's stomach, sending him to startle upwards, like he'd been shot. But upon opening his eyes, he found the bullet to be a mesmerising, red-cheeked ball of energy. And suddenly, he didn't mind being woken up so early and so violently. "Mornin' sweet thing, told ya sleep would get you all recharged." She only giggled in response and bent down to give him a kiss on his nose, and if even possible, he found himself more glad to be awake and present. "where's Sammy Miss Kissy?" she crawled off him, which he caught himself being momentarily disappointed about, and pointed to the door, "milkshakes," of course Baby Addy would have the same shake addiction Teen Addy does, how could he forget! Dean was lost in memories as Addy played with his fingers, until Sam walked through the door holding a bag of breakfast and three milkshakes. "You're up. You were both asleep, so I put her under your arm to do a quick food run. Oh, and I did some searches. The library three blocks away has some medieval myth books that could be worth a look. I thought we could go after we eat." Dean nodded, getting up and bringing Addy with him to sit at the table, "Yeah, sounds solid. What'd you get?" Sam handed out the breakfast rolls and pulled out some clothes for Addy, which Dean thought was smart, and Addy was excited about. "Thought if we're taking her out, a toddler in a huge shirt isn't a good look." She reached up to grab the shirt, "good call."

Part 2 - Pony's twin sister, angst, mentions of death, blood description

I'd been walking around for hours, from one dark corner to the next, without a clue of where I was going. I sure was determined to get out of that house, to get a breath of fresh air, that I hadn't even thought about the fact that I ain't got nowhere in this world to go to.

The wind had picked up, and I felt the chill in my bones, empty parks, dark streets, and by the looks of it nowhere safe to stay or sleep. against better judgment, I made my way towards the only place I knew, hoping and praying I'd also find Johnny at the lot. I knew that was one of the first places the boys would look should they find out I ran, but I was cold, my feet hurt like crazy, and I could barely keep my eyes open to see the road ahead of me. The plan was, get some sleep, keep warm in front of the fire, and head out at first light before they realise I'm gone.

The pitch black lot was lit up by the subtle flame of the fire. Someone was here, and it had to be Johnny, only he would give up a warm bed in the middle of a cold night, me and him both apparently. I walked over, careful not to startle him, but found him asleep, wrapped around old newspapers. My troubles aside, I ain't never met a kid who'd gone through the shit Johnny had, and kept his heart so pure, that's exactly why I loved him the most from the gang.

I shrugged off my bag and sat quietly beside him, the crunch of leaves under me snapped him out of his sleepy state. Startled, he sprang to his feet and pulled out his switchblade, "wha-oh shit, Honey, I thought you were a soc." I only smiled up at him and let out a quiet giggle, "Not planning on gutting me with that, are you, Johnny cakes?" He closed the blade and placed it back in his pocket, shaking his head with a smirk and sitting close next to me. "And getting rid of the only person I can talk to? I ain't that stupid." It was sweet, but he talked to Pony about most things, maybe more than he did me. "What are you doing out here anyway this time of night? Darry'll skin you." Johnny always made it his mission to solve others' problems, or try to, maybe because he could never fix his own, or maybe because his heart was just bigger than any of us actually know.

"Doesn't concern him anymore, I ran away." His head snapped toward me, shock obvious on his face, lit by the fire in front of us, "You're kiddin', why?" "You know why, Johnny, I finally had enough of that shit," he sighed quietly, settling closer to the fire, in a comfortable position, his head on my knee. "You guys fight again?" "Mhm, big time, I said everything I've been keeping in." He looked up at me, I smiled to reassure him, playing with his hair. "shit, must've been crazy." "Sure was, but I ain't going back, we can be runaways together, huh?" He turned back away, looking into the fire, eyes far away now, "Nothing good about my lifestyle, Honey, I wouldn't choose to be here if my parents gave a shit about me, I just can't take it in that house", I shuffled closer to him, hugging around his neck and cuddling towards him, "I'm sorry Cakes, they don't deserve you anyway, but you have me alright? Always," He hugged back, "yeah, you got me too."

We were seated in warm silence, before the loud engine of what was unmistakably a stuck-up mustang roared in the air. catching both our attention, we sprang up and made a run for the hills, trying to get away from a very unfortunate fate should they catch us. We ran into a park, but they caught up to us, and everything next happened so fast. They jumped on Johnny, two grabbed me and dragged me to the fountain, dipping my head in.

The chill of the air felt like a harsh slap. I blinked open my eyes, trying to get rid of the blur, I didn't realise I had fallen asleep. I'm so cold. Coming to my senses, I became aware of the water soaking through my clothes, i tried to sit up slowly, turning my head i caught a glispe of a body, a soc judging by the clothes, layin awafuylly still, and infornt of him less than a feet away, little johnny, that same switch blade in hand, this time covered in red stuff, from the knife all the way to the sleeves of his denim jacket. Oh my god. "Johnny? wha- What's going on?" he was shuddering, shaking, he could barely form a sentence, but after a couple of mumbled attempts, he spoke up, "I killed him." Oh. "Oh my god, Johnny."

Everything was hazy, Johnny was in a state of complete panic, I felt out of my own body, and somehow, after a discussion I don't even remember, we ended up in front of Dally's house. He gave us his usual charming greeting, teasing and being funny, before he took a proper look at our appearances and recognised trouble. We sat on his bed, hoping Dallas Winston had a plan to save our asses. "Here's a gun, use it only if it's completely necessary, when you get off the train, buy a week's worth of food, don't eat it all in one go, I'll come up when I think everything's cleared up a bit." Dally was a criminal, a troubled teenager, but he was also loyal, surprisingly caring despite everything he put on, and he always came through. "Dally...I'm scared," he glanced my way, eyes softening slightly, he hung an arm around my shoulder, "yeah, I know, kid, I didn't think you of all the greasers here would be caught in a murder case, but here we are, huh?" he smiled at me lightly, nudging my shoulder, "I got your back little Honey, just keep your head outta trouble until I can come keep you guys safe and sort something out."

He signed dramatically and stood up, "I'm gonna get skinned when I have to let big curtis know that his baby sister is on the run for murder," I stood trying to match his height and look him in the face, failed attempt he was quite tall, "Dally don't you can't tell him a thing," he scoffed, "how do u reckon I explain where his sister and little johnny cakes have run off too? without him thinkin' you're in a ditch with a soc knife in your back?" can't exactly argue with that, "yeah, whatever, see if he'll care" he ruffled my hair, "you're pretty dumb for a smart girl you know that?"

We hugged Dally before making our way, for the first time in our lives, out of our neighbourhood and into whatever hell was waiting for us.

A week and some passed, with Johnny and me searching for anything to keep us occupied and sane. During the time, we played some cards, chased rabbits out the front, which made me laugh, made wack food, mostly baloney sandwiches, but we mostly read. One afternoon, we went and watched the craziest sunset. I ain't never seen anything like it, it was beautiful, and weirdly, it reminded me of home, and Ponyboy, he always talked about this one poem he could never figure out, something some Frost guy said about staying gold, and the sky for the hour, was so gold, I thought maybe this is what he meant.

Dally finally came by and found us, thankfully, right before we starved. We went to get food, and Johnny wanted to turn himself in. Dally didn't let him, though; he said he'd protect us. On the way to wherever Dally thought it would be safe for us, we came across a burning church, a couple of kids and adults stood out front, and a lady was screaming about burning children. It was hectic. There must've been a couple of kids stuck in the fire, and if someone didn't go in, they would die. I hopped out of the car, despite the complaint from Dally, and headed for the church. Someone had to help, right?

I heard Johnny running up behind me, we kicked in the wall on the side of the church and managed to get inside, I passed the kids huddled in a corner to Johnny through the hole, trying to be as quick as I could be before the whole thing damn collapsed on us. The last little girl was squatting in a corner further from the hole in the wall, Dally was yelling for me and johnny to get out, but I couldn't leave her in there, I moved forward, dodging flames, and jumped to grab her, passing her to johnny he managed to get her out, before Dally was dragging him out the hole too. I moved to get across the splitting floor and climb out, and Dally almost had me on the arm before the floor collapsed, and my head collided with the floor panels, and everything went dark.

I opened my eyes to the smell of sanitiser and cleaning products, only to see a huge white room, and a bunch of wires coming out of my arm. Gross. Some nurse came into the room, messing with some wires, checking something on her clipboard, before letting me know that the other two boys brought with me, Johnny and Dally, were fine, some burns and scratches, but they're all good. Then she started talking about me, using some big fancy words, but somewhere in between, I got the most of it: bd concussion, a broken leg, burns on my right side (not too bad), and apparently very lucky to have made it out without being burnt alive. It sure didn't feel like it. I was so tired, like run over by a truck, stuck under a car, typa tired. I couldn't keep my eyes open no matter how much I tried, so when the nurse was in the middle of mumbling something about family, or brother or unseasoned chicken and rice, I was in and out of consciousness and ended up falling back asleep.

I stirred awake when I felt someone shift beside me, and when i opened my eyes all the way, I could tell it was evening now, the room was darker, and only the soft hue of the beside lamp could allow me to see the two giant boys fitted into the small couch next to my bed, dozed off. Looking next to me, pony was curled into my side, his head on my shoulder, his arm around my waist; he looked so young when he slept. Looking up at Soda and Darry, I realised they did too. Darry didn't look as stressed, or tired, or angry; instead, he looked peaceful, and Soda had a look of freedom replacing the usual discomfort or fake smile. This version of them was nice. As much as I refused to admit to myself, I had missed these boys more than they could know, which felt weird considering I did all of this to get away from them.

Pone shifted against my shoulder again, this time with a little more force that sent a wave of pain throughout the right side of my body. I couldn't help but let out a yelp, apparently loud enough to shock all three of my brothers out of their slumber. Darry's bent neck snapped up towards me so suddenly as he rose to his feet. Following his suit, soda stumbled awake and out of the couch, running a worried hand through his unruly hair, eyes wide and mouth parted like he wanted to speak. Pony kept his eyes on me as he lifted himself on his elbow, his arm still around my waist. Soda spoke first, "What's wrong, Hon, are you alright? I'll get the doctors if you need, water or something?" he always rambled like crazy when he was nervous about something. "Fine, thanks, just sore." Pony tapped his fingers at my side lightly, drawing my attention to him. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it once again, for a minute, he just stared at me, his eyes roaming my face, for a second, I could have sworn it looked like tears were welling up in his eyes. Still, he looked away too suddenly, sniffling softly.

"What's up, Pone, miss me or somethin'?" I don't know why, but I felt the need to comfort him. Light humour is something this room could use right now, he looked back at me, face oddly serious, "You kiddin' honey? hell yeah, I missed you! like crazy, you just up and left for so long, we were worried, ya'know, Soda and Dar were craz worried too," his face was so genuine, his words felt honest, I felt guilty for what they had to go through, and to my surprise they cared enough to be upset.

Pone leaned close, so he could whisper in my ear something the other two wouldn't hear, "You know, Darry stayed by the door every night till morning, fell asleep in that tiny armchair, refused to move in case you came back. That wasn't even the worst of it, I had to put up with Soda's crying, he felt like shit for being a terrible brother, that's what he said at least, something about wishing he could show you how much he loves you so you'd believe him, he tossed and turned for nights until I had to take your bed. But I couldn't really sleep either, y'know, the house felt empty without you, but you're stupid for getting into shit, and hurtin' yourself." he kissed me on the cheek and got off the bed, claiming he was gonna go get me some real food.

As he left, I found myself getting emotional; everything he'd said was so against everything I'd believed, and I didn't know who was wrong anymore. Slowly, I managed to lift my gaze towards the boys, still standing frozen in their spots. Soda still wore a guilty look, picking at his hands like a nervous fool. He shifted on his heels and offered the smallest smile, which looked almost sad. Darry wasn't any better; he kept his gaze on the floor, wiping his hands against his jeans over and over, but I needed a small stretch.

I began to climb out of bed, at a snail's pace, and my body was sore all over. Darry raised his hands subtly in a silent protest, and Soda moved forward, "Careful, Hon, you shouldn't be getting out of bed in your condition." I straightened myself and let out a small sigh as Pony walked back into the room. I inhaled, once, twice, and spoke, "Boys...I'm sorry for the things I said that night, I guess some of it was too harsh, not fair on you both, you know, so I'm sorry for the trouble and all." I managed a small smile, Soda saw, but Darry still has his head bent, barely making eye contact.

Without warning, Soda closed the space between us, pulling me in for a massive hug. He squeezed tightly before I let out a squeak, and he loosened his hold, but didn't let go. It was warm, soft, and nice. "Don't you ever go away again, ok? I mean it, Honey, don't run from us again cause it hurts too much, and it ain't right. We're your family, I don't care what you think, but I love you, kid, a crazy amount, we all do, especially Darry. I'm sorry if we made you feel trapped, or stuck, because trust me, I understand that, but don't ever get used to the idea that we don't care about you, cause that's crazy and we-" I didn't realise I was crying until tears were dripping down my neck, and I realised I hadn't hugged him back yet. I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his waist, fitting my head into his shoulder and shutting up his ramble, "I get it, I get it, quit the speech and just hug me."

He let out what sounded like the biggest sigh of relief and tightened his hold slightly, kissing my head. I was lost in the moment, but the softest sniffle from across the room got me out of the daze. Darry had finally lifted his head. I untangled myself from Soda and limped towards him. We stared at each other for a few silent moments.

His sad eyes looked like they were carrying the largest weight in the world, and that broke my heart just a little bit, because despite it all, the parenting act, the lectures, the strict rules, he was just a kid raising three other kids, his parents left in his care. "Dar, I'm sor-" I didn't get the chance to even start before he pulled me into an embrace and wrapped his strong arms around me. I could feel his tears on my shoulder, and Darry crying must be one of the world's phenomena, and I'm witnessing it here and now. "I thought we'd lost you like we did mum and dad." This moment, coming from Darry, meant the world, because if he didn't care, even a little bit, he wouldn't compare my loss to the parents he worshipped. He kissed my head and held me against him for what felt like hours.

After a long moment of family hugs and shed tears, the hospital discharged me, prescribed whatever pain meds I needed to Dar, and sent us on our way.

I fell asleep on Soda during the drive, and could barely comprehend being picked up and taken into the house by Darry, most likely, and laid on my bed. A couple of hours later, Darry woke me up to give me my meds, sat with me until I fell asleep, and went out the door quietly. Pony and Soda came into the room later in the night, one threw himself on the bed across from mine, and the other lay down next to me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his head against my back, judging by his weight, it was Soda.

I woke up to the familiar sound of the birds outside our bedroom window. Home felt good, home felt safe. The sky was barely light, it was early in the morning, and the house was still dead quiet. I pried myself out of Soda's hold and limped over to the bathroom. I felt the need to get some fresh air, feel alive again after everything that happened, with Bob, with the church.

I went out the back door and took a seat on the porch, enjoying the sunrise and the sounds of the singing birds. That peace was short-lived when I heard the faint rucous happening inside the house, someone was yelling, and doors were being slammed. Much too early for a fight. I lifted myself off the porch and stumbled back inside, standing quietly in the kitchen as I watched the scene before me unfold. "What the fuck do you mean you have no idea? She was in the room, sleeping next to you. Are you deaf, blind, or just plain stupid?" Darry was off his shit again, yelling Soda's head off, and Pony was standing in the corner like a scolded child. "

Why are you yelling in the crack of dawn, Darrel?" All three heads snapped towards me like I was a foreign object, eyes wide and surprised. "Where the hell have you been? You shouldn't even be awake right now!" I rolled my eyes, taking a seat on the sofa, "Sorry, I didn't schedule my sleep to your liking, Dar, must have skipped my mind." Soda exhaled and ruffled my hair, "he thought you ditched us again, freaked out, told ya I didn't lose her" I scoffed and looked at Darry, "lose me? cmon Dar, if I wanted to leave you would know." He just looked away and and muttered something under his breath, "we didn't last time." I walked up slowly and tucked myself into his side. I don't know which of us needed it most, but I hugged him anyway.

Pony put a smile on and came to sit by me, "You're both big babies, now who's gonna make the best Curtis Twins some breakfast, our girl needs some strength, and I need protein." Awfully chipper for the Ponyboy I grew up with. But it wasn't bad. "You're the only Curtis twins idiot." Soda smacked Pones' head and walked into the kitchen, and Dar offered a small chuckle before following.

Pairing: Curtis' sister (honey) x greaser gang + brothers

Themes: violence, angst, swearing, mentions of death

Summary: If Ponyboy had a twin sister, and their fates were switched, what would have happened throughout his story?

(turned out really long sorry, part 2 coming soon)

2 Days before:

Days around here never changed; it was the same old movie playing day after day, and everyone only pretended it was living.

It was an uneventful Tuesday morning, the same rusty old bed creaking with any little movement, the same stale, cheap coffee scent permeating the kitchen, and the same old group of boys causing a raucous outside the yard. And just like the tick of a clock came the sound of my brother's morning greetings, "Honey, get out of that damn bed, it's 10 and the chores ain't gonna do themselves." Reluctantly, as always, I climbed out of the small bed, making my way out of the shared room, no sign of Pony or Soda in their bed. "Unless you're hiding Pone under your pits, you better get his ass here, cause I ain't cleaning all this shit myself." It's been hard since mum and dad, really really hard, most days i can't eat, i never wanna leave the house but i find it suffocating inside these walls all the same, i'm torn, and as much as i love those fools, living with my brothers, taking constant shit from Darry makes me sick, so i hide out in that crap ol' room for as long as i can manage without rasing Darry alarms. "Quit giving cheek and start your side of the house, he'll be home in a bit." Oh, out at the movies again, figures, you couldn't pull Ponyboy out of the theatre or his shit-stained books if your life depended on it.

He's the luckiest out of us, really, even with mum and dad gone, even with Darry up his ass constantly, he's got his own dreams, he's got his books that keep him company, they make him happy enough to get out of bed without wanting to spew, hell, he's even got little Johnny chasing after him, even though his our best friend. Pone's the one I've always been jealous of, older by 10 minutes, taller by a lot, better with the gang, trusted just enough to carry his own blade, gets to go wherever he wants, does whatever he wants, Darry and Soda sure love him more, because his a boy, and I'm a 14 year old girl stuck in a world of boys who never look my way twice. I'm always in the corner, perched on the wall, in the shadows, whatever the hell you wanna call it, if it's invisible, it's me, and I don't know how much more of it I can take.

I was folding a massive bucket of laundry, lost in my own self-pitying thoughts, when the usual yelling took a more serious tone. I suspected something's gone down, maybe Johnny showed up all beat again. I dropped whatever I was holding and ran out the screen door, following the gang running towards some shiny white mustang surrounded by some less-shiny, pig-shaped soc's beating....pony shit!

"Get off him, assholes." Lots of yelling, skin against skin, crushing noises, and usual sounds around here. "I'll kill you, dirty rich pigs." "Get around the car, Steve, grab his fucking collar." "You're dead, ya hear me wankstains? fucking dead", "go soda go for the leg." Despite the huge hit and chase happening less than two feet away, my only focus was Pony, lying on his back, looking winded, a trail of bloody dripping from his neck. Bastards pulled a blade on him!

I knelt beside him, lifting his head up so he could look at me, I was checking for a concussion or some shit; he looked rough. "Hey Pone, shit, are you okay, cmon stand up, I'll clean you up inside." he only nodded slightly, wrapping an arm around my neck so I could lift him up, before Darry came around the other side to pick him up with much more ease and lead us back inside. I could practically feel the incoming yelling fit he was about to throw at the poor kid, for getting beaten up. Ridiculous shit, thinking hi suddenly a parent, not knowing his a shit one. And right on cue, before Pone's ass could even reach the sofa, Darry's anger engine jumpstarted. "Now what the hell were you thinking, going into their territory, not to mention alone, they coulda killed you, idiot!" Just the type of comfort any sibling would want from their brother, verbal abuse. "Quit yelling at the kid for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, hardly his fault, don't ya reckon, the real assholes are those stuck up white collared pigs" I should shut up, I know that, but sometimes I can't handle Darry being his asshole self, hell especially when its uncalled for. "you stay out of this Honey I'm talk-" "no Darry, maybe you should shut up for once, I stay out of it all the time, I keep shut all the damn time, bout time you keep your head out of it huh?"

Soda, who'd been standing in the corner watching the exchange, only hung his head, avoiding eye contact, trying not to get involved, hm, figures. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? If I wanted advice on how to control my kid brother, from a little girl, I'd come knocking at your door, Honey, but since I'm telling you to keep your damn mouth shut, I mean it!" His voice was only getting louder with each word, and that usual infuriated look replaced his face, the one that said 'cut the shit, or I'll cut you', Ponyboy looked back and forth between us like a deer caught in headlights, in his defence standing up to Darry when his this riled up is the only thing that's not the usual around here, but fuck if I care anymore.

I knew the rest of the gang, apparently including Dally, since he just got out, were out front listening to this go down, but I lost the will to care a long time ago, and Darry is my last damn straw. "fuck you, little girl, you can't even decide what to treat me as, one minute its a baby with its foot in its mouth, like I'm a fuck-" Soda was only growing more visibly uncomfortable, I never knew why he couldn't just open his damn mouth and tell it like it is. But Darry always did, "You watch how you talk to me, or I'll have to teach it to you." Fucking typical.

"Darry quit yelling at her, none of this is her fault anyway, what's your issue?" Pony did too, spoke up, stood up to Darry, we had each other's backs, and that was the only small comfort I found under this roof. "No, let him say the shit he always does, Pone, but this time I ain't gonna listen, you're gonna listen to me, Darry, you hear me? listen real well now because I swear to whatever the fuck is out there I will never look at your face again i-" I was shaking, I was disgustingly angry, I was so done, done and ready to lay it before I drown and lose the only breath I have left, so I needed Soda and pony and Darry to all shut up and listen.

"Hon, cmon, stop talking like that, we'll figure it out just-" "No, shut up, Soda, shut up and you listen too. Since the day that car crashed, and I- we lost the only people who gave a shit about us, everything went to shit. I can't breathe in this house, do you even get that? I have nothing." Judging by the sad, troubled look in Soda's eyes, the worry in Pones, and the visible wince coming from Darry, I knew they were finally listening, and I wasn't gonna let them interrupt. "Yeah, you guys lost your parents too, yeah, it hurt for you too, but you moved on, you have your boys, your gang, Pone has Johnny, his books, his whatever! But I feel so alone, so damn alone, I lost my mom, she was all I had, the only person who looked my way, the only person who cared if I lived or died or smiled."

Soda sat on the sofa, running his hand through his hair, more uncomfortable than ever, he disagreed with what I was saying; well screw him. "don't admit it I don't care, but you know deep down its true, none of you actually give a shit about me, I'm just the 'little girl' on your hands, and you have no idea what the hell to do with me so you throw me around, yell my head off hoping i'd go the hell away-" Darry took a step closer, so many emotions on his face I didn't have the time to decipher, "Honey that is not true, that's bullshit what the hell gave you that idea?"

"What gave me the idea? YOU, the shit you constantly give me, I can't walk, breathe, eat, do anything without the fear you're gonna pop up and bite my head off. You hate me. I know it. So do you," I point towards Soda, physically shocking him, "yeah, you love pony, hell, you even care about Darry despite how he treats everyone, but you don't even like me, at all. worst part is, sometimes you act like you care, you make a face when Darry's giving me shit, but you never ever stand up for me, you never speak up, and that's fine, I can't force ya to care, whatever."

I was no where near done though, "what are you- Hon that's insane you're my little sister for god's sake! of course i-" "oh please cut the shit Soda, no need to keep the act, the only thing I need you to know, especially your Darry, you make my life hell, I don't wanna be here anymore, there's no place for me anymore, I lost everything in that crash, but thank you, at the very least for letting me stay under this roof, but you are not my dad, you're not even a good brother so leave me alone, don't ever talk to me, any of you, ever again because this hell of a so called family ends here, you boys have each other's back but leave me out of it all" clearly the end of my speech gave them the indication that now was the time to speak up and so they all began all at once, man I was gonna get a headache.

"Honey, I don't know what the hell's going on with you, but get that stupid shit out of your head, you're our family. What is going on?" Everyone, all at once, is trying to save the act. "Hon, this is crazy, you know I love you, you have to know that, an-and I'm sorry if I don't speak up and shit, I swear I'll always have your back, but don't say- don't think shirt like that" The irony of it all is, I always talked to johnny about my issues at home, he did about his, but at the end of the day he always said that same thing 'they love you more than you realise, maybe they just don't show it the way you expect', and I think for the first time, Johnny may have been wrong. "Honey, you're not gonna leave right, I mean you can't leave me alone, right?" oh Pony, the only one I knew for sure loved me, and I loved him like crazy, and that face, he looks so hurt and it hurts me so deep, but I only stayed this long for him and I just can't no more.

I sat beside him on the sofa, cupping his face lightly, the other two stood nearby, clearly lost on what to do now, "Pone, I'd never leave you, you that, your my other half but i-i really can't go on here anymore, I gotta lea-" Darry moved closer so suddenly, in my face as he spoke, low and serious, "you're part of this family, you stay in this house. You understand? You're not goin' anywhere, I know you're mad, fine, be mad, but you be mad under this roof." he would never let up, but he has to now, "I'm not mad anymore Darry, really I ain't gone nothing left in me to be mad, I'm just tired and its never gonna go away if I'm here, i ain't your responsibility no more, let it go"

Soda looked like he'd just broke out of a trance, he strolled across the small living room and knelt in front of me, hand on my knees, pushing down as if he was trying to keep me still, "Honey this is crazy, listen I won't let him give you shit anymore, i give you my word, I'll have your back the whole time, don't talk about leaving, if mum and dad knew they'd be heartbroken, I'm sorry i really am i didn't know how you feel" moments like these were when get acted like he cared, and made me all confused, and i'd be lying if i said i didn't love him, i think i always will no matter how they hurt me. "because you never asked-" "you're a 13 year old girl, you think I'm letting you walk into the streets to be gutted by some random group of soc's are you serious?!" I was starting to lose any patience. "Darry, cut it out, let me handle this." "Sodapop, I don't need my kid brother to do my job-" Pony finally spoke up, loudly too. "Oh, just shut up, Darry, stop yellin' at them, don't you see this is all your fault!" Enough.

I stood suddenly, leaning down to drop a kiss on Pony's cheek before grabbing my jacket off the kitchen chair and heading for the door, time for me to be gone from here. "Wha-where the hell do you think you're going? Don't touch that door." Darry was making his way over to stop me, but Soda pushed him away by the shoulder, with force, and blocked his path, "Stop Darry, leave her alone, I'll deal with it." "Soda-" "I said, leave it, Darry." Pony was standing next to me by the door, his hand on mine, and a pleading look in his eye, I felt so horrible for doing this to him. Nonetheless, I twisted the doorknob and stepped outside, Soda let go of Darry and ran outside behind me, skidding to block my path, "listen, listen, I get it, you're done, ok, but its in the middle of the night Hon, its dangerous out there, wait till morning, then I'll drive you anywhere you wanna go and we'll get away for a bit huh? ok? Just stay here tonight, I'll tell Darry to back off." he was towering over me, and to anyone watching from afar, it would look impossible for me to be able to get past this huge wall of a boy, but I would.

"Move Soda seriously, I don't want to go anywhere with you, and I sure as hell don't wanna stay, move now," but he didn't budge, he grabbed both of my biceps, rubbing lightly as if I needed his comfort, "Look, I can't ok? You have to come back, Hon, please. I love you, I do, I'm sorry I don't tell you more often, but I do, come inside," stubborn ran in the DNA, huh? "No, NO, move Soda or I'll scream real loud." That didn't seem to mean shit to him, "do what you want, I ain't moving, how can I convince you, huh? Don't make me carry you back inside kicking and shit." and he didn't look like he was kidding either, "I'd like to see you fucking try!" but before he could even move a muscle, the screen door slammed open and Darry stumped over to where we were standing, and in one swift move the bastard threw me over his shoulder, and carried me inside not listening to any protests, as Pony and Soda watched.

"Put me down! put me down now, you giant bastard, I'm serious!" he kicked open mine and the boy's shared room door, and threw me on the bed, "You be serious all you want, inside this house and in this room." He was serious, and to fuel the fire, he pulled out the key and proceeded to lock the window and then me in the damn room. I kicked and punched at the door fr what felt like hours, swearing, yelling, threatening, none of it seemed to work. All I could hear was the light conversation in the living room, the boys begging Darry to not do this, something about making it worse, or something, they'd be right!

Percy Jackson x annabeth chase

Themes: angst, Percabeth fighting, cheating, swearing, aged up characters (17 year olds), mentions of kissing etc

Summary: percy and annabeth have a huge fight, everyone’s on their toes, and it goes downhill so fast during the annual camp party….

Percy and annabeth were soul tied, everyone knew it, it was no secret really the way they cared for each other was unmatched. But they were not without their flaws, both headstrong and stubborn, fights were common but always to an extent, they could never be away from each other for longer than a few short hours, Percy was like a loyal dog, visibly more attached and dependent on his girl.

But this was different, this fight, the emotions suffocating the air, their words, the look in their eyes, nothing about this atmosphere was recognizable, like familiar strangers attacking neck and neck, and it worried them both.

Annabeth knew percy loved her there was no doubt about it, but what she feared was that she wasn’t the only one he cared so deeply about. It had been years that he hid it from her, for reasons she can’t understand, he lied to her and kept his truth and that broke her. Percy had spent a potent amount of time on an island, Ogygia, apparently deciding wether he wanted to spend his never ending, immortal life with calypso, a girl he wasn’t not attracted to, or come home to pitiful, mortal annabeth who couldn’t match to the island girls beauty. That fact alone broke her heart.

“Annabeth please your reading this all wrong I never wanted to stay there with her! I came home to YOU” they had been arguing for a few minutes now. Percy had pulled her into his cabin after she had spent the entire day avoiding him, and it was eating him up. “Oh come off it Jackson, you wanted to come to me? Is that why you spent months, months on that island Percy while I waited here like an IDIOT worrying and believing that you cared enough about me to come back to me alive” she fought so hard to keep her composure, keep up her strong wall and resist to show weakness but this of all things crumbled her self-control and allowed for the limitless, angry tears to drown her face as she continued to yell at him, gasping for air in between sentences. “Your nothing but a liar Jackson, you tricked me and li-” but he cut her off, moving closer, grasping her shoulder with one arm and cupping her cheek with the other,  cautiously attempting to brush away her tears. God he hated when she cried, and it killed him that he was the reason why. “No-no beth, listen to me please wise girl listen, there is no one else I care about but yo-” she was trembling, she shook in order to push him off, trying to back away from his touch, “stop it annabeth listen to me, I only love you, you are not an idiot annabeth- god I only thought about you all those months, how I wanted to come back to you..stop pushing me away Beth just believe me, I would never lie to you”

But she did just that, pushed him off and staggered backwards, raising her finger at him to keep him away and she scowled, “you did lie to me, for three years you never thought to mention ANY of this and your still lying to me now, I can’t believe you Percy I won’t, because I don’t trust you! I hate that I still want to believe it, believe you, gods i HATE that I still want to be that 13 year old girl waiting for her seaweed brain to come home, I hate….” Her mouth was salty with tears, her eyes so blurred, she was suffocating in her sorrow and she gulped for air-or strength to continue. “I hate that I let m-myself be tricked, I-I hate that I let you in…and I hate you…for doing this to me” she was loud and forceful, but when it came to the end of her sentence she whispered it softly, like a venomous sting she couldn’t allow to leave her mouth, but she did and the look on his face, the red glow in his cheeks and the faint tears threatening to drop from his eyes made her feel an ounce of regret for her words. But she wanted him to feel what she felt.

And he did, Percy’s chest stung, like a dozen blades were staked into his heart, he felt dizzy, and angry and hurt and confused and desperate for this feeling, this fight, her words to go away so she could love him a again and he wouldn’t be this afraid. It’s ironic that the world of monsters, the literal hell his faced doesn’t compare to the fear that racks his body and stabs at his soul from the girl Infront of him. The idea of losing her, he couldn’t even comprehend. “You don’t mean that Annabeth, you don’t hate me, please don’t say shit like that ok? Your freaking me out- why wont you believe me Beth I fucked up alright? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was stupid…I’M stupid but please Beth I have never lied about how I feel for you” he was becoming alarmed, his words spurting bout fast and almost inapprehensible. What the fuck was he supposed to do? How could he make this headstrong and beautifully stubborn girl understand him?!

With every step he took towards her, she took two backwards. He was becoming agitated, more with himself than her, but overall impatient and he couldn’t hand it anymore. “Annabeth you have to believe me, STOP moving away and just listen to me, its me Beth it’s Percy, when have I ever given you a reason to doubt I love you?! Stop doing this to me please we can talk, I’ll explain, but don’t run away from me” it was a long pause, his skin itched, his eyes burning, his head felt like it was about to explode and he only then realized just how tired fighting with annabeth makes him, he hated it, they shouldn’t even be fighting why is she being so goddamn ridiculous? “I can’t do this anymore Percy..” what? No, what?! “What are you talking about? Do WHAT annabeth, trust me? Fucking listen to me? Why are you making this such a huge deal” he was growing louder, he couldn’t tell if it was anger or fear that made him act up so suddenly but he couldn’t repress it. “Stop it percy, I’m done, I’m tired please just stop. We- i need a break for a while, just respect that…” she was quiet, her words slurred and slow like she had no fight left, funny cause Percy had a whole storm brewing, “you can’t be fucking serious annabeth! This is stupid.. WHY are you being so ridiculous?! Breaking up with me over this stupid shit, Bet- annabeth why are you doing this? Treating me like I’m some fucking old dagger you can throw out when you feel like it? Like I mean nothing to you?!” His blood was boiling and despite being the son of Poseidon, his skin always cold, he felt like he was burning alive. “Percy stop it, just stop” “no don’t tell me to stop chase, you can dump all this shit on me, ram me with accusations and then dump me? You know sounds like your looking for an excuse to get out…” he didn’t know what he was saying, annabeth was confused and no longer willing to continue, “what are you talking about Jackson?” “You know what, is there someone else chase? Is that why your doing this?” This was getting out of hand. “Oh percy that’s enough, you don’t even know what your saying” “oh I KNOW what I’m saying annabeth, look- I…you….you know what, if you don’t want to believe me, then I can’t force you to chase, if you want it to be over then it’s done whatever” his mind was drawing a blank, his breathing sped up and he couldn’t be in there anymore or he’d break, so he drew a defensive guard and left before he fully bled out all over annabeth.

Annabeth couldn’t help but feel guilty, she hurt him but he hurt her first, he was being defensive as if this wasn’t his fault to begin with, but he looked so broken that it fractured her heart. But she wouldn’t be weak, not anymore. She had to move on before she lost her mind over this boy completely. She had to forget love, however hard it may be.

Percy felt like the biggest fool on earth, he had just dug his own grave, let annabeth break up with him and now he was dying slowly in his lonesome cabin. In that moment, for the first time in so very long, he felt like a child. Curled up in his bed, head under the covers as he sniffled, hand over his face to muffle his quiet cries. It was outrageous to think the offspring of a literal god could sit in bed and cry like a desperate mortal, but that’s what he was, and that’s what his heart felt like. He didn’t know what to do, where to go, what to even think. Nothing made sense without her.

Grover had stormed his way into his cabin, allegedly after hearing about their fight. It made sense for him to be upset by this, they were all best friends and this effected him too. He attacked Percy’s bed and ripped the covers away. “Perseus Jackson get the actual freak up right now and go fix this” he only received a weak groan in return. “Go away Grover” the audacity of this water boy! “Hades no, get UP, change into something not so snotty, go to the camp party and talk to her you seaweed brain” seaweed brain, that was her name for him….oh gods the party, they were supposed to go together, he felt like screaming at and kicking everything near him, including Grover. “Don’t call me that, and I’m not going grove, I can’t”. That statement didn’t last particularly long, as Grover dragged Percy out, quiet literally dressed him up himself, shoved him out the door and yanked him to the party by the ear. Zero protests were heard or cared about.

Annabeth saw the party as an opportunity to forget about Percy, sneak some of the wines  Dionysus has brought to him, despite his ban and let loose so this feeling of being crushed by a Minotaur would hopefully go away. As piper put it for her plain and simple, the only way to forget about a heartbreak is booze and boys (excluding the only boy she actually cares to be with but can’t). On a normal day, annabeth was smart enough to disregard pipers weird advice, but tonight her mind was in shambles and her heart was split in two, so she would try about anything to not feel this way.

Grover and Percy stood near a tree, Grover observed and quietly thought of a plan while Percy chugged down his fourth cup of liquor (having about zero clue what it actually was) and thinking about the girl who has him gripped by….realistically the balls. What was she wearing? Fuck how is she feeling? Is she even coming?

Percy’s self pitying thoughts were cut short but a crowd cheering loudly somewhere closer to the fire, Grover’s interest was immediately peaked and he stormed over to see what the excitement was about, Percy on the other hand had no interest but was dragged along either way. As they approached closer to the crowed, snippets of a gold fabric flowing in the air caught Percy’s eyes. A dark arm was snaking around a body hidden by the people In front of him, wearing rare gold bangles. He was suddenly interested by ab arm he was sure he recognized, so he pushed through a few loudly, cheering teenagers and got to where he now had a clear view, he wished he stayed away or someone would come suddenly and blind him.

Annabeth stood on a huge, tall log, dressed in a mesmerizing gold dress, her hair braided with flowers and jewelry, she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. But there she stood, dancing drunkly, next to some scum of the earth camper kid, with his hands sprawled all over her body and Percy wanted to throw up, grab the nearest sharp object, stab the kid to death and then kill himself. What the fuck was she doing? The fuck was she doing with him?! Grover was observant enough to notice Percy on the verge of loosing his shit, so he hastily grabbed his shoulder and turned him away from the horrifying scene. “Calm down, just take a breath, this it’s not what you think…I think?” Well at least Grover was trying. “Grover let go of me, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna kill him and then I’m gonna die I can’t do this” Grover didn’t doubt he would for a second, “no no just wait let’s figure this out-” but Percy shoved him away, eyes blank like he was going mad, his breathing was shallow but deep, and Grover was slightly afraid. A lot afraid. “Why is she doing this? Wh- letting him- with his hand just- I’m gonna be sick…I’m gonna drown him and watch his eyes go blank grove you hear me?” He was actually going insane, who the fuck was supposed to hold him back?!

Percy made his way over back to where annabeth was willingly letting this piece of shit grope her. He storms closer and now they’ve advanced to this fuckers mouth on HER NECK, latched on like a fucking leeche. Annabeth felt like she was in a daze, no consciousness of what was happening around her, the booze blurred out the world, she could only feel the music, her body moving and a warmth behind her. Nothing made sense but she didn’t mind. One moment the music played loudly and she moved to its rhythm, the next a large scream erupted form multiple people and she opened her eyes just in time to see a godly wave traveling towards her…and some guy next to her?

The monstrous tsunami-like wave splashed down around the fire, engulfing her and the stranger beside her, she was afloat within the water for only a moment, long enough for the cold water to sober her up until she was placed back down on the log on her back, gasping for air. The wave resumed to pick up the boy and raise him so high up in the air a drop from there would be lethal. Her panicked eyes search around her only to find a fuming Percy, so angry she had only witnessed him like this twice. He was facing the wave his arms remained on his sides but his wrists circled and moved in action, he was doing this! “PERCY! PERCY STOP IT” she yelled as loud as she could muster, but he was either to far away to hear over the loud splashes of the waves, or chose to ignore her. “Percy, Percy please stop this Percy WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Your going to kill him” she pleaded loudly but it felt pointless like she was drowned out if his thoughts. But he finally responded “why would you do this annabeth? I can’t even recognize you anymore Beth.” His voice was low, scarily quiet. “Percy please what does us fighting have to do with him!? your killing him stop this” but he remained silent, the boy in the water continued to struggle for air. Grover out of gods know where came running at full speed tackling Percy to the ground causing the wave to disassemble in the air, and the boy was about to fall to his death.

It was hard to comprehend what happened in the moment after Percy fell, water exploded in every direction, the boys fell remaining in the ground, one boy in the air too far up, annabeths intoxicated mind worked without her conscience. She jumped from the log, and sprinted beneath the boy, almost in an attempt to catch him? What? “Annabeth no!” Grover’s protest caused Percy to snap out of his daze and look to what was happening. She what? No Beth…. Percy moved in an attempt to get up and run to her, but he didn’t have enough time, he only made it less than half way before Chiron galloped to the scene, unintentionally, roughly shoving Annabeth to the side and catching the boy in his strong arms. Oh god.

Percy moved faster to make his way over the the half conscious annabeth on the ground. “H-hey wise girl can you hear me? Beth I’m so sorry Beth please wake up” his hands cupped either side of her face, raising her head to his as he called out for her. He placed multiple kisses on her forehead waiting for her to wake up. He missed doing that. “Beth?” No response. “Annabeth? Can you hear me” it was Grover this time, but still no response. Don’t do this please. Beth please. She stirred slightly awake, groaning as she held her forehead. “Oh thank god’s, hey Beth can you hear me sweetheart?” She only moved her glare from the ground to his face, she looked mad, betrayed and more mad. “Don’t touch me Percy. Move away.” She demanded and piper came over quickly to help her up slowly. “Annabeth can we just- I’ll take you to the infirmary..” “no don’t worry about it Jackson I don’t need you right now” he was beginning to feel the same pain he felt before, only tenfold now. Grover placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. What now?

Umm idk how this got so long 🫣. Might do a part two with a happy ending butttt idk!!

Ahhh I love this idea!!! I’ll try to do it just like you asked ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: neteyam sully x female readerNa’vi

Warning: mentions of blood, injury’s, a bit of angst

Summary: pretty much at the top 😂

You and neteyam have never missed a hunt together, so much so that it had become a long lasting tradition, the successful hunt, a victory dinner, the gloating feeling of being the top warriors yet again and the alone time you spent together to make up for lost moments. It was always something you did even as kids, training to be the best. It was for this exact reason that neteyam came to despise the idea of splitting up the hunt. Jake had separated you for the weaponry hunt, each of you will lead a team of trainees he said, one East and the other west to raid human territory and grab as many supplies as they can. The idea bothered neteyam, “but Sir the human territories can be dangerous you told me this yourself, what if the sky demons attack unexpectedly, a group of trainees don’t have the training to protect themselves, something could go wrong, someone could get hurt!” He cautiously hinted to y/n. His always been worried about her, the protective feeling he had over her wasn’t quite like a sibling love, it was something more passionate. The whole idea of this hunt was stressing him out, he had a gut feeling itching away at him, and he couldn’t get it to stop. “Neteyam, this is a chance for you to both prove yourselves, the team that comes back first will prove their rankings.” Stubborn as always.

As neteyam and y/n Walk out the tent Jake speaks again’ “prepare your troops you ride in an hour.” They nodded and left. As they reached the inner Forrest neteyam turned to her and held her arms showing that his serious, “hey listen to me, be careful out there ok? I know how reckless you can be and it’s dangerous territory, promise me you’ll come back with all of you limbs attached.” It quite flustered you how worried he could get, it made you feel inferior. That even his words of concern made you feel completely guarded. You giggled, “you know I can’t promise that. I live for the danger!” He gave a concerned frown, he wasn’t kidding huh “you know what screw it I’m coming with you” he looked back cautiously before grabbing your hand and walking quickly but you stopped him and tried to calm him down, “Nete, stop worrying will you, this is what we’ve been training for all these years to prove that we’re the best, and we gotta do this now, and plus do you honestly think you have the slightest chance of winning!” She mucked chuckling, “as long as your alright I don’t care about winning” you blushed slightly, boy did he have a way with words “your gonna have to care neteyam I’m going to do all its takes to win it, reckless or not.” You doesn’t know why you added that last part, maybe to throw him off his game, or maybe because you wanted to see just how worried he can really get. It made you feel guilty seeing his expression but the smirk never left your face. And with that you set off to prepare your group. “Gosh your gonna be the end of me you now that?!” Goddammit, may Eywa keep you alive…for me, he thought to himself.

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You and your crew had reached your target, carefully you found a quiet area to lay low before you attack. You jumped off your Ikran hiding within the trees, from where you were there seemed to only be six soldiers guarding the armory, weak security for such important weapons huh…you thought to yourself. You signaled your team to spread out and prepare for attack, from behind you managed to take out two soldiers and began to walk towards the armory, this doesn’t feel right, it’s too easy. You approached the area quietly before you heard loud footsteps, more than ten men, you suspected but as they began marching out of the armory there were at least twenty of them or so. There was no way you could take down so many gun, it was a backfired plan, retreat. You called out to your team, using the native call, a screech to round them up and back to their Ikran’s. A few had retreated but you were blocked. The men were alerted now. This is not good…

There seemed to be a opening that led straight to you Ikran through the trees but funnily enough, it went through the soldiers too. I’m in deep shit now. You shot an arrow to the near by tree hoping to distract their notice even for a second to give you an opening to run, and it worked, with their backs turned to the commotion you made a run for it, you ran as fast as your feet could take you and you would have almost made it if it wasn’t for that damned grenade that was thrown at your feet. God dammit

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It had been a few short hours since the hunt and Neteyam’s troop had been back a long while ago, with everyone still waiting on you neteyam was growing more and more impatient by the second. “Sir we have to send out word for them, a team to see what’s taking them so long!” He had been bickering with his father for hours now, pleading to ride out and see what the delay is. He knew this hunt wasn’t a good idea, his got a horrible feeling. “We cannot panic, compose yourself my boy, if their not back by the eclipse I’ll send out riders to secure them” he stepped forward laying a hand on Neteyam’s shoulder, “a warrior can’t let his emotions get the better of him, it doesn’t help in any situation, be strong for her” neteyam didn’t care for anything his father had to say, all he could think about was what could’ve happened, what have you done this time.

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Everything around you was white, your ears screeched and your vision was a complete mess, you couldn’t see or hear anything, you felt numb until you sensed a hand land on your forehead, you began to panic, you had no idea who that was but something about their voice calmed you, you could trust them, they were one of yours. “Y/n calm yourself, we’re on the way back to home tree, your wounded but I don’t know the severity of it, best not injure yourself further, keep calm until we get home. You’re going to be alright” you’re going to be alright…. Neteyam had it all right, she was always reckless, she never feared for the worst but it was different this time, she really felt herself think of the worst, almost fear what could be, what could happen.

They reached home tree as they landed getting of their Ikran. A Na’vi from her team had ripped her away from the grenade just before it could destroy her completely and he brought her back home, she owed him her life. As they landed they were greeted by kiri and Lo’ak, she greeted them as best as she could but their faces were shocked to say the least, kiri audibly gasped slapping her hands on her mouth shaking her head, that bad huh…..“by Eywa y/n what have you done to yourself, are you alright?! Come on let’s get you to the healer before you bleed out” Lo’ak whisper yelled checking her body for any fatal wounds, “ and before neteyam sees you like this, he’d kill someone, and we definitely wouldn’t want that” he shook his head disapprovingly, “and I thought you were one for the risky adventures, what happened to live through danger?” You slapped his chest chuckling, trying to lighten the mood, he frowned. Key word trying. He looked up at you then down to your wound, “I can be a pain in the ass, sure I’m risky but I don’t want you to kill your self for Eywa’s sake, what would we do without you huh? I need you around to have my back, you can’t leave me alone skxawng” that broke your heart, Lo’ak is such a special kid, he’s always had a special place in your heart, he was your little brother, you placed your bloody hand on his cheek, “hey listen to me, I’m going to be just fine, no way in hell I’d ever leave you alone, what would you do without me… oh and who the hell are you calling a skxawng” you laughed and so did he but it stopped when you winced slightly, “alright cmon let’s get you to the healer” you were about to enter the hut when tuk jumped in front of the two of you looking down at something in her hand, “y/n!! Look what I made for you, I saw these flowers and I thought they smelled like you! Do you like the-” she didn’t get the chance to finish when she looked up and saw your state, she screamed a little jumping back, poor thing all the blood must’ve terrified her, “aww tuk it’s beautiful, thank you baby I’ll wear it always.” You smiled trying to comfort her as she walked away slightly shocked. “I’ll be alright yawne, go play with your friends I’ll come visit you soon alright?” She nodded and ran off. You walked in to the hut.

“I’m riding out now, wether you lend your men or not, something’s gone wrong, and you don’t seem to care at all, she’s one of your warriors too sir, but it doesn’t seem to bother you that she’s also like family to us!” Neteyam exclaimed panicked breaths leaving his mouth, chest raising up and down in a haste. Jake approached him towering over him, he wanted to say something harsh, teach him not to belittle his own father but the scared look in his sons eyes stopped him, “alright, take a dozen men and fly out, keep me reported” neteyam nodded hurrying to get out before tuk interrupted running into the hut, “Y/N’S BACK!! SHES DYING DADDY! HELP HER” she cried jumping into her dads arms, Neteyam’s face dropped as he looked back at Jake, without a word he ran out of the tent, sprinting faster than ever trying to find her, he didn’t even know where he was going. “Lo’ak where is she!? HEY! You hear me?! Where the hell is she?” He grabbed Lo’ak shaking him roughly, “alright alright! Calm down bro she’s in the healers hut, don’t go crazy she’s exhausted enough.” Neteyam scoffed whispering something under his breath. If she’s alive I’ll kill her myself.

You were speaking with the healer Miteria before a very concerned, angry and heavily out of breath Na’vi storms in scanning the room. His eyes lay on you and he becomes even more alarmed by your appearance. “What the hell is wrong with you huh?!” He looked like he was going mad, changing through emotions, “god what am I going to do with you?” His eyes softened, “are you alright? Where are with hurt?! Is she going to be alright?!” You shushed him, placing your hands on either side of his face which visibly calmed him slightly, “Nete, look at me, I’m fine it’s just a few scratches, she’ll get me patched up and I’ll be as good as new alright?” He looked to the healer for confirmation, “well boy it’s not just a few scratches, some are deeper but she’s going to live” she glared at you for underestimating it and neteyam kneeled in front of you kissing your forehead lightly before grabbing your hands, “but I gotta tell you, if you want to have a future mate” your eyes widened you cheeks going red, thank god for the blood….you looked over to neteyam who was grining at you “you gotta tie this girl to her hut and never let her out, I am sick of seeing you here every other day. You gotta cherish your life my girl not throw it at deaths feet and play with fate” she pointed her finger in your face before brushing your hair, you grabbed her hand kissing it, she was always like a mother to you, “alright Miteria I apologize for worrying your heart, but I can’t promise you wont see me at least once a week” you laughed winking at her and she slapped you lightly, “hey! Oww” neteyam laughed lightly eyeing you incase you were actually hurt, paranoid much.

She had finished stitching you up, and before she got up to leave the hut for you to get cleaned up she turned to the two of you and said, “you need to make sure she had a strict bed rest, I want you in bed day and night, no heavy movement for at least a week” she pointed at you both knowingly and you glared at her while neteyam looked down blushing, “if you can wait even that long” she mumbled but you both heard clearly, “miteria!!” You screeched but she only cackled and walked out. You turned to neteyam and after a swift eye contact you both broke down laughing, you laughed so hard that you felt you stitches shift and you Winced, “hey what’s wrong?” He asked you his smile disappearing, “just laughed a little too much, ugh my neteyam will you quit your worries!” You pushed trying to uphold a serious face, “how could I!? I turn my back one minute and you get yourself almost killed, your reckless and I have to worry for you, it’s my job. And you certainly don’t make it an easy one my y/n!” He smiled sweetly, his tone serious. “Oh hush now, you know you can’t live without me, I make your life interesting” he scoffed “if giving me a heart attack daily is considered interesting” you laughed out loud, smacking his head “hey!” “Oh come here and help me clean this blood off” you say climbing into the healers tub grabbing a wooden bowl and pouring it over your shoulder, neteyam grabbed it from your hands, he began to pour water on you body rubbing the blood off, his eyes on you. You turned to face him as he began to gently clean you face, he rubbed his fingers across you cheek and his thumb down you lips, the tension between you two could cut through glass. You smiled at him placing your hand over his on your cheek, “thank you yawne” he leaned closer hugging your head into his shoulder, “you can thank me by not showing up covered in blood like this, ever again” you placed your hand on his chest giggling furiously, “I don’t even know who’s blood this is to be honest” you continued to giggle as he looked up at you looking completely unamused “you are so not funny” you gasped dramatically as you swung your arms around his neck “I so am!” You stayed like that in each others arms for a while. Suddenly everything felt so much better. Neteyam’s heart could finally calm even if it’s just for a minute. “I think I internally traumatized poor baby tuk….”

Thank you so much for reading!!!!❤️❤️ I hope you liked it.

Pairing: Netayam x female reader

Genre: fluff, little angst, mating mentions, sensual scenes, mature

Summary: part 3 to the last two fics !!!!!

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As she ran after him she saw he was about to get on his Ikran and called out to him, “neteyam, Nete wait, one moment..” she thought he would just fly off but he slowly retreated and walked towards her. She wanted to talk but he grabbed both her forearms and stared into her eyes. “Ma y/n you don’t have to go through with this, his delusional! You can’t mate with some water Na’vi you don’t love, what about your choice, what about me!?” You couldn’t agree more but what else could you do, “what do you expect me to do Nete? We can’t be, and if Jake found out it would be a worst fate then to mate with another…” he dropped your hands and scoffed lightly “a worst fate then watching the one you love mate with a stranger, anybody who’s not you? Are you hearing yourself y/n?! This is absurd” he expresses this looking deeply in your eyes hoping you’d meet him half way, when you stay silent, much to his dismay he begins to walk away, back to his Ikran.

“Why do you keep doing this? Putting the worlds decision on my shoulder, why do you enjoy my pain neteyam!?” She is exhausted, of being composed, the understanding one, the one who listens and takes it all. “I don’t ever enjoy your pain, understand me, see me, your pain is my pain my y/n! Why do you insist otherwise” there’s a minimal space in between the two yet it feels yards away, years even. He feels years away. “Then why can’t you see my point, I’m trying to save you from my fate why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn” she’s in tears yelling yet her voice is not as loud as she’d like it to be, it’s faint. “Because I love you, what kind of life do you expect me to live without you huh” he lifts your chin with his hand, getting you to look at him, he studies your face, the other hand on your waist keeping you balanced, “a world without you, isn’t a world suitable for me, listen, hear me, I give myself to you for life, I am yours mind, body and soul. Damn whoever that says otherwise, if we have to fight for our love then I’m willing to do it with my life but I need you by my side, you need to choose me…”

His words felt like a prayer, a healing force, stitching your bleeding heart. You leaned into his touch kissing the palm of his hand, he smiled at you, a smile sweeter than the worlds nectar and you felt a laugh erupt from deep within, a watery happy laugh. “Your wiser than you let on my Neteyam, so wise-” your hands trailed up his chest “so brave” cupping his cheek “so mighty” your fingers tangled in his hair “and so, so beautiful” you breathed out and he could only stare at you, still waiting upon you answer, admiring everything about you silently and so you continued “my life began when I met you, my heart beat for the first time when I saw your smile and my world changed by your first touch. Your world is mine and I am as every bit yours, mind body and soul, I was yours from the first hello” you took a break, caught your breath and brought your face closer to him “I’ll fight with you, I’ll fight the world, the demons, anyone who stands in our way neteyam I’ll fight them for you, Nga yawne lu oer ma neteyam” your foreheads lent against each other a laugh escaped your lips and he soon followed, a relived laugh, happy, hopeful, free.

You didn’t know where the world would take you from here but you Followed him, you trusted the great mother and you let him lead you. He flew you to a river, a breathtaking sight, it was his favorite place he said a place he seeks to hide, to calm himself, a place he needs when he doesn’t have you. He sat you by a tree, golden branches glowing in the black of the night, it was a dream, it all seemed like a dream.

Your head was tilted up admiring the beautiful branches, he was silent, you looked down to see him staring at you “what are you staring at?” You asked teasingly with a genuine smile. “At the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen” he had a way with words, he knew it and so did you. “Oh stop it, you’re being foolish” you giggled looking away from him, your ears a crimson color. “Foolish?! Come here I’ll show you foolish you beautiful girl” before you could react he pulled you into his lap kissing you all over the face and neck, little kisses straying fast but as your laughter died down, so did his speed. He left memories with each kiss, behind your ear, your jaw, your neck, and back up to your face. “Neteyam, I choose you” you stare into his bright eyes, your hands around his neck, “I chose you a long time ago yawne” you brought your lips to his, a slow motion turned passionate his tail brushing against your waist and up your arms before yours began to entangle with his, neteyam leaned forward laying you down on the bed of grass, he looked at you, you grabbed your queue and held it towards him smiley silently your lips inches away from his. He connected his to yours and when you felt the bond a gasp left both of you, a sudden electric motion running through your bodies, neteyam was quick to bring his lips down to yours his hands roaming your body, a moan escaped you lips vibrating against his mouth, this only made him deepen the kiss further, there was nothing between you, no space, the two of you molded into one. With every motion a sound escaped your mouth and that only fed Neteyam’s pride.

As you pulled away you could see the happiness radiating off Neteyam’s body. He looked up at you and smiled, it was almost a sheepish grin, “I was yours mind and soul before but you can add body to the list now” he chuckled his voice sending waves of heat into you heart. “Nete..” you gasped slapping his arm.

He smiled widely before shoving his head into the crook of your neck to savor this moment and you with it, he took a deep breath and laid with you, you relaxed under his grasp, during your moment all you could think about was your love for him, but there are things that had skipped your mind, “neteyam..” you stared off carefully not wanting to anger him, he rose his head to look into your eyes, you cupped his face and stared for a moment. He sat up slightly worried at your features, you hadn’t noticed your frown having been lost in thought. “What is it my y/n what’s in your thoughts?” You didn’t want to ruin this moment but you had to bring it up, it was inevitable.

“What am to do, with the arrangements?” His soft Look faltered, the reminder brought him rage, but when he looked at you all those feelings vanished, he could only feel your love, “whatever we have to do we’ll do it together. You are my mate, we’re bonded for life, they can’t separate us ever” he kisses your forehead softly then your lips, you close your eyes and sigh.

“I’m never going to get used to these kisses, they’re becoming a life source for me” you chuckled leaning your forehead against his chest, his touch relaxed every worry you’ve ever worn.

“I am yours entirely, all these kisses are reserved for you and only you, for the rest of our lives, I promise this to you, may Eywa be our witness”

“Ma neteyam, my eternal love is promised to you, may Eywa be my witness”

He hugged you tightly against his chest leaving his chin on top of your head, “if only you could promise to not be so damn hot headed, your way too stubborn you worry me too much yawne”

A loud laughter erupts from you, his remarks genuine but his reached too deep, “ oh you and I both know that’s a promise I can’t keep not even in the name of Eywa” he laughed along with you, kissing your shoulders, his voice was a melody, music to your ears, that hug lasted an oblivion in your mind. And so did your bond.

Thank you for reading❤️❤️ total power couple here, there is not way in hell his letting Jake mate her off!!!!!

Pairing: neteyam sully x female reader

Warning: angst, fluff, mentions of mating

Summary: part two of the last neteyam fic, Just cause his so babygurl!!!

Part three

Neytiri was furious, her eyes could split you in half, when you returned to the clan it was early mornings time, the whole family was worried sick about you two, they were relived to see you unharmed but there was still no sign of neteyam, you assumed he was calming himself at first but hours passed and your worry only grew as did the sully family’s.

Close to dawn soldiers from the front forrest sent news that neteyam has returned with his Ikran, unharmed they specified. You felt like your lungs were renewed and oxygen found its way to you once more. Thank eywa.. you were still in thought when you heard Neytiri screech loudly sprinting towards neteyam who had just jumped off his Ikran, jakes face was stone cold, yet wore years worth of disappointment and worry and anger beneath the surface. He hasn’t seen you yet, “ahhh neteyam I’m going to pluck your eyes out you foolish boy” Neytiris voice was threatening, “where have you been all this time, you might as well have ripped my heart out Ma tìrol (my son) what am I to do with you reckless-” she stopped once Jake laid a hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards him.

Neteyam’s gaze was elsewhere refusing to acknowledge the scenario before him, this is unlike him. “Boy, you listen to me I don’t want stuff like this…” jakes voice Faded out when he finally spotted you staring at the commotion. His anger towards you took the better of him, without a second thought he stormed past his father who was still lecturing him. Jake was stunned, this has never happened before yet he wasn’t going to stand being belittled by his own son.

Neytiri could tell something was hurting his sons soul, she felt his hidden pain. When Jake went to go after the boy she stopped him, “ma Jake, he is hurt, the look on his face did you see? He was hurt in here” she placed her finger on jakes heart. He was taken aback, “I will see to him, you are not exactly one to have such conversations with ma Jake” she smiled weakly and walked past him, he knew she was right but what he couldn’t figure out was what could have happened to him. He had more troubling thoughts in mind.

You sat there observing the entire scenario unable to speak out a word. What you’ve done had scarred neteyam deeply, and there was nothing you could do for the wound.

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“Neteyam my boy?” Neytiri had followed him to the hut, his sat in the corner of the area balled up, anger, sadness and stress radiating off him. The vision before her took her back to years ago, when he was just a baby, always bearing too much on his small mind, straining his thoughts. “Talk to me boy, what’s haunting your thoughts?” She tried again, he kept up his wall.

She sat next to him with an arm placed on his back, she ran her hand up and down his spine, calming his nerves, “mama, I’m tired” His voice was so faint, it hurt her soul, “why my boy?” He lifted his head facing her with sad eyes, “I never have a choice do I? I’m told how to live my own life, I’m dads soldier, the clans puppet, no one ever listens to what I want!” She tried to understand him, there is more to his words than what his telling. “Your father is hard on you, but he loves you neteyam, very much and-” “no no, that’s not it, I’m so tired mother so tired of having my life paved out for me, am I living, or following along whatever you choose for me! When is it my turn to make a choice” he had tears escaping, the managed to get out of his grip. “Neteyam speak clearly Ma tìrol what is this really about hm?” Of course she saw right through him, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to open up about this, yet she left him no choice.

“I’ve chosen my mate mama, I see her, she’s who I want. But every odd tells us it can’t be. They’ve convinced her that we can’t be together, I feel the world on my shoulders and my heart emptier than ever” His words deemed heavy on a mother heart, and she knew who his thoughts belonged to. “Ma y/n? Is she your mate?” He wasn’t surprised that she knew, “she was going to be, she gave up on me” she grabbed his face forcefully “no, no one has given up on you neteyam, you hear me, we’ll fix this, a mother knows my boy, she loves you deeply. I know it” that was enough for him to trust his mother, or hold her as an excuse for a chance at hope. Whichever it was, he had a second chance.

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Jake had his own problems troubling his thoughts, in order to get the Metkayina clan to form an alliance with his clan he had to offer up a sacrifice, a form of bond that they can offer Eywa, he was yet to figure out how to let his family and most importantly his daughter know. She is a great warrior he thought, she would do this for her land.

You were curious as to why Jake had called an emergency meeting during the late night, it was random. But what caught your interest the most was that you were going to see him, going to be close to him, close enough to breathe the same air. Yet you felt as though you were worlds apart. “Ma Jake, what is this about?” Neytiri was the first to question as we call sat in a circle, Kiri and tuk next to me and Lo’ak and…Nete at the other end. We all looked at Jake, all attention on him.

“Y/n….my girl-” he seemed like he was still gathering his words, the meeting being about you was the last thing you expected. But the topic seemed to catch Neteyam’s interest, he looked at his father curiously. “My girl I have set for you to…you are to be the Metkayina’s leader to be’s mate, the leaders son, Aonung. You are my eldest girl and his the clans next leader in order to-” you gasped audibly, louder than you wanted to let on, Neytiri’s eyes rained with fire and all you could do was look for Neteyam’s reaction in this matter. He stared at his father eyes wide, hands in fists, knuckles turning a light blue, both Lo’ak and Neytiri noticed his fume.

“Jake what is this?! How could you not tell me this decision about our daughter!? Mother stood challenging Jake in way. He continued to stare at you only waiting for a reply, “what purpose does this serve?” You asked calmly though you hands shook wildly. “A alliance is key to the survival of all the clans across Pandora, to protect our own we need to be twice as strong as the sky demons, we need their help, and my girl I need yours” he kept his poise strong even with the eyes glaring at him at all sides of the room including his mate. Neteyam looked at you, hoping to read your reaction, silently praying you to decline his request, yell at him, say no, deny it all, say you belong to another…to him. But your face remains calm.

“My girl I won’t allow him to do this to you-”

“Neytiri this is also for the good of people you have to understand the humans won’t stop—”

“Father, I understand, this is my home, my land and my people too. I will do all that I can to help and if this is….if this….I accept.” You struggled to find your words, you wanted to seem strong and genuine but you failed as you stumbled over your words, your voice shook. Jakes face softened at your response, he seemed guilty yet grateful. Neytiri approached you kneeling in-front of you. “You shouldn’t have to do this my girl, this responsibility is too far for you to carry, it’s not fair do not accept this!” You held her hands and kissed them gently, “mama, don’t you worry, nothing makes me more proud then to help our people fight against these monsters”

You snuck a glance towards Neteyam, he looked furious, either about to explode, or beat the life out of his father. He silently spoke to you with his eyes, begged you to stop this request, but you couldn’t accept. This was a way to forget about the pain Neteyam’s absence would leave behind, duty before emotions. “How could you ask her something like this huh?” Neteyam no… “you think she could deny you, even if it’s what she wanted most. You treat us like soldiers rather than you children, we take orders from you not love, yet we live with it everyday, but to ask this…..this is….a mate is a bond for life, a ritual of love not a duty to her father or her goddamn land!” Your fathers face bore a furious look, Neytiri only pulled you into her chest cradling you. “NETEYAM, enough of this nonsense you hear me? Get yourself together..what is the matter with you boy?!” Neteyam let out a loud snarl at his father holding a threatening poise before storming out of the hut without an explanation. You were lost at bay, didn’t know what to think, so you listened to your heart and prayed that Eywa would lead you well. You got up and ran after him.

Part three up!!!! Thank you for reading ❤️

Pairing: Neteyam sully x female omaticaya reader

Warning: kissing, mentions of mating, sensual scenes, angst

Summary: the two Na’vis inlove cannot be together as it goes against the clans wishes and their respects, they have to find a way to keep their relationship a secret or they would be separated.

Growing up Pandora, the people of the omaticaya clan were brothers and sisters, each family familiar with the next. From ever since you could remember the sully family became yours. Your father was Jake sully’s closest soldier during the fight against the sky demons. You lost your only family during that battle, Jake didn’t hesitate to take you under his wings, Neytiri was always fond of you, you were quick, clever and extremely kind hearted.

Being close in age with Neteyam, you were each others most trusted company, you hunted, ate, played, fought and trained together. Inseparable was the right idea when explaining your relationship. As kids it was pure fondness, an adorable friendship, as adolescent it was curiosity, a dilated interest in each others nature and the older you got the more this ‘curiosity’ grew. You both a held a strong love for one another in your hearts, your cared deeply for each other for most of your lives, but the way in which you viewed one another was replaced with a filter far more intoxicating at a ripe age.

Sky demons came closer to destroying Pandora by the day and days turned into battles and nights a craved comfort to forget about the days loss. This left barely any moments for you and Neteyam to even spare glances at each other. The night became your fortress, the eclipse your friend withholding a secret and Eywa your witness. You snuck out once the clan slept each night, stealing private moments alone with one another.

“My Neteyam hurry, before anyone notices” you spoke in a stress. You were far out in the Forrest close to your hiding area, a beautiful cave you discovered as kids. “And what if they do, have they not witnessed love before” he asked calmly his eyes smiling a thousand smiles at you, even though he already knew the answer. You tilted your head, gazing into his eyes as you giggled emotion bubbling up in your stomach, “Neteyam, i see you, but you and I both know our love wether it be the strongest can never be revealed to our clan. You know what they think of m-” Neteyam let out a snarl, not at you but what you were about to bring up “I just wish it wasn’t so difficult, I know you, I see you my y/n, you are not demon blooded, they can’t view you like this it’s not fair…. How long are we going hide our bond from them? And if they found out?” You knew the topic was troubling, even though you were a member of the sully family, having been tested on by the scientists to know more about your kind as a kid the clan finds it would upset Eywa to have a demon blooded Na’vi mate with the future clan leader, whether it’s against his wish or not, they deem it as a sign of disrespect to Eywa and all her might.

“If they found out we’d be separated, you may not see me as so but they think me demon blooded, I cannot mate with you Neteyam. That’s it. End of discussion, it can never be, we were foolish to think we could find a way, you are the future leader there are responsibilities you must uphold, I have no right to hold you back.” Your tone was serious enough to make him understand you point but you rested you hand on his cheek to calm his heart, you can hear it’s loud beating, he’s stressed.

He brushes off your arm and moves his face away, his visibly upset. Neteyam’s trained to compose his emotions, never with her, he finds comfort in her presence, an assurance to be himself. He turned his back to her, keeping silent. “Neteyam..” you whispered trying to gain a reaction. “You regret this y/n?” His question was simple but deep enough to shock you, you couldn’t find the words to respond. In your silence he turned looking at you with a betrayed look, it was a deafening silence for a beat, a miscommunicated look was shared, thoughts elsewhere. You gathered up the courage to assure him, “Neteyam, how could you think that? I would never regret this, this- you are the beholder of my heart my Neteyam, forever…” you moved closer to him kneeling in-front of him holding his face in you hands as you go on, “we’ll always have this, our bond is for life even if we aren’t.” She gave him a sweet smile, he lifted his face and wrapped his arms around he waist, placing his head in the crook of her neck. His silence was a understanding, he kissed her shoulder and her arms and he came back to connect his lips with hers.

The kiss was passionate and sweet, it spoke the words they couldn’t say out loud. “What are we going to do? If I can’t spend my life with you then I am not living” Neteyams words were soft but the pain behind his voice was audible. “We must end this Neteyam….” Her words struck him suddenly, he looked up at her with his eyes wide refusing to believe her words. She looked down her hand lightly placed in his chest, yet she still didn’t speak.

He got up suddenly with a strong force stumbling backwards. As much as it hurt her to see his reaction, it must be done, the longer they wait the more painful it will be when one of them is mated. Neteyam let out a loud angry scoff “you can’t be serious y/n, your out of your mind, your being irrational!” He took heavy breaths glaring at her bent form still seated, “are you trying to make me lose my mind!?” She sat still, having no words to speak as Neteyam stomped back and forth waiting, begging for her to say something. “ANSWER ME” he roared suddenly startling y/n. You looked up slowly, getting up to look him in the eyes. You spoke calmly hoping you tone will tame the boy. “Neteyam it has to be done, I love you my Neteyam… Nga yawne lu oer” she repeated in Na’vi pushing it into his thoughts, “but this was doomed from the very beginning, we were blinded by passion to see it, but we’re mature now. It’s done” you stated in confidence trying to mask you wavering voice, you were not going to cry. You had to be strong for him.

Yet he still stared at you his head bent and his eyes so wide he looked out of his mind, scary even. But you never feared him, you sensed his pain, but if you were to comfort him, you would break far worst than him so you composed yourself and kept a straight face for the sake of Neteyam. “You love me? This is loving me? IS THIS HOW YOU LOVE ME!?” His temper got worst, his self control was no where to be found. “Ftang nga! (Stop that!) calm yourself Neteyam!” He yelled out in frustration, breaking a branch. “I will not calm, why are you doing this y/n, why are you being so cruel?” He yelled and his voice cracked in between each sentence, you were barely holding on.

“Listen to me, hey! Listen, you have a responsibility, a role, I too have one, but our destinies never had the same destination Nete, do you understand me?” He shook his head furiously, “this is as Eywa wanted Nete, she shouldn’t be denied her wishes this is as it is, we shouldn’t dwell on the matter-” “this isn’t as she would want it, it’s what you want, I love you my y/n, to hell with what the clan wants, I want you I see you, and if Eywa deems us wrong then to hell with-” you snarled at him you fangs showing as a threat, “watch your tongue Neteyam, pull yourself together, do not speak of mother in such ways!” This was getting out of control, the eclipse was reopening, they’ve been here for hours… “I won’t let you do this, if I’m the future of this clan then I can pick who my mate is, no one else has a say” you couldn’t bear this conversation anymore. This had to stop, for both your sakes. “Enough Neteyam, what’s done is done” you gave him a worn out look a mix of apology and goodbye. You called for your Ikran and flew off tuning out neteyams cries. The pain you felt was one that would never wither away, nor with time, or healings. As you look back one last time, you see Neteyams broken form kneeling with his face in his arms. Your heart broke for him.

I thought this needed a happier ending, I wanted to turn it into a series of few parts cause it’s getting too long. Thank you for reading ❤️❤️

Pairing: kit walker x reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence

Summary: kit and reader had a huge fight and reader makes him jealous and it works….

“Oh kit I have had it up to here with you and you constant goddamn paranoia” Y/n yells hands flying all over, voice enraged.

“Oh how can you be so stupid that guy was hittin’ on you harder than a hammer and your too blind to see it” Kit yelled equally as loud, retaliating with her statements.

This had been going on for an hour, yelling, screaming, insults and points practically spat at each-other in order to prove a point that neither were getting across. If it wasn’t it for some guy who happened to be gawking at Kit’s girlfriend all night and having the nerve to come over and flirt with her knowing damn well who she was here with, this fight wouldn’t even be happening. This was according to kit of course. And if it wasn’t for kits total lack of self control and anger management, if he hadn’t indented that guys face in at the pub, then they wouldn’t be fighting like two lions in one den.

“Your jealous ALL the damn time. I get it kit I’m yours, we’re together, why, gosh why on earth can’t you get that into your thick skull!” Kit wasn’t about to let that slide.

“Jealous?! Excuse me for not lovin’ the idea of that guys arms and filthy slobber all over ya’ just cause your too nice to say NO!” The whole fight was pointless they knew this, but neither wanted to back down.

They’ve been in a loving relationship for 4 years. To say they loved each other to death was an understatement. They rarely fought or had any disagreements but this was different. Not in a good way at all.

“Look listen y/n i don’t Like to share and I don’t like people thinkin’ they can come and Harass whatever they see. Yeah I was jealous but he was the asshole here not me” kit lowered his voice slightly in order to slow the fight. It only made y/n more furious.

“Oh baby i don’t need no knight in shining armor to come save me, if I was uncomfortable I would’ve said something, and I certainly don’t need you starting fucking fights wherever we go. Is that clear or do I need to yell some more in order for you to take a hint” The sarcasm and bitterness sting like venom coming from her. Kit had no idea had to response, if she was uncomfortable? She was ok with a douche hittin’ on her?

He wanted to yell some more, finish the argument, but he was confused and honestly tired but he wanted to hit her back just as equally, so he did “maybe if you like being hit on everywhere you go, you should go back right to that bar and finish what he started. I don’t care, act like some fucking tramp all ya want” He said the words slowly, and bitterly.

Y/n gasped slightly, too silent for him to hear but her face spoke louder than words in that moment. Kit was a respectable man, no matter how big the fights were shit never got to far, not this far. But he stepped out of line and Y/n was hurt. “Alright darlin’ whatever you wish for” She said loudly arms flew in-front of her gesturing anger. He gave her confused face, not sure what either meant or what they were going to do. Normally a situation like this would be resolved- well hours ago but the length of this fight secretly worried both of them.

What did this mean.

Was this their end.

Before kit could open his mouth to say anything, anything at all, the door slammed and the truck turned on and just like that she was gone. And he didn’t know where.

“God fucking dammit” he went back into their room and didn’t come out.

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It had been hours and still no sign of her.

This had him worried shitless at this point, he wasn’t one to back down from anything easily, he was no quitter, but he didn’t care right now not if it brought her back.

He had no truck, no car to go find her a taxi wasn’t a valuable option at 2 in the morning. So he walked to the bar they were at previously hoping to find her downing a beer, forgetting about the fight and giving him one of her famous, gorgeous smiles.

The night was cold and the music from the bar echoed in the silence of the night. She must be here, where else would she go this time of night?

He opened the door to the bar and walked through, warm air and loud noises vibrating through him. He walked over to the bar bench. Not there. Walked around the bathrooms, poked his head into the woman’s. Not there. “You have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Well the search is over, there she was, sitting on that assholes lap from earlier, he was whispering something to her but kit didn’t care to know. Something in his chest hurt, like when you tripped as a kid, fell on you chest and couldn’t find your breath for a couple minutes until the oxygen forced its way through your lungs only for you to come to you senses and feel the pain that the fall inflicted. This was like that, first his breath hitched, then came the pain. No anger. Oddly enough just plain pain.

Kit slowly walked over to their booth, maybe he was imagining it. The sound of her sweet laughter got louder and so did the pounding of his heart against his rib cage. “Mhm” he cleared his throat loudly trying to gain their attention.

“Kit, nice of you to join us. Took your advice honey” she smiled sarcastically, that hurt even more. “Ok enough let’s go…” he waited locking eyes with her. She didn’t shift. “NOW” this startled her and she got up to look him eye to eye wanting to threaten him but the asshole beat her to it. He got up with a grunt “Not cool dude back off. She can do what she-” kit swung one right on his oddly large jaw and he went flying back. Booze will do that to ya.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or do you wanna go for a round three big boy” kit towered over his slumped body, only to be dragged back by her frail hand and pulled outside. “Ok. Ok enough of this shit, what do you want huh?” Her nose was red she was cold. Kits eyes softened, the hurt still fresh on the surface. He lifted a finger and pointed right in her face, “ your cruel you know that, plain fuckin cruel” he felt tears coming up but he did not want to cry here. “And how’s that walker, how am I the cruel one?” She challenged still riled up, not noting his sad face. Walker? She never called him that! “God whatever your a- a AGH” his frustration is only to cover his pain, she saw through that. Her guilt surfaced and she reached over to him “kit? Talk to me?” She didn’t know what to say, they’ve already said too much already. “Why would you do that?” “Gosh cause you told me to!” What? Oh. “You can’t honestly believe I’d want to see you with another guy!” “Well you seemed super keen on it” gosh things were getting heated again. The exhaustion was present and they didn’t need any more. “I’m sorry your right” y/n looked at her feet and started walking to the truck, kit grabbed her arm and pulled her- rather harshly- into his chest and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry too darlin’. Won’t happen again” she sunk into it. Happily.

They sat in bed under the cover, cuddled up, “I’m glad that’s over” she let out in the silence.

Paring: Steve Harrington x reader

Prećis: fluff, cute Steve, flirty, makeout

Summary: Steve sneaks in through your window to help you ‘study’.

You and Steve Harrington have been secretly fooling around for quite some time now. Even though he keeps up his bad boy demeanour it doesn’t fool you, you’ve single handedly witnessed his witty personality and cute but horribly bad jokes. It’s just an act for popularity you figured. What you didn’t know or hadn’t figured out about him yet is that even though you two haven’t officially put a label on it, it didn’t stop him from falling madly in love with you.

Sure his made out with a lot of girls before, even dated a few of them, but you had something so alluring about you that made him stick to you like a lost puppy, he knew he kept up a reputation, he always had to act a certain way around people.

He didn’t realise it at first but he has always been abnormally open and honest with you, his complete self even the most embarrassing aspects and that’s something nobody sees, not even his parents for crying out loud so what was it about you. That’s what always left him in a struggle.

Steve was always around you day and night, besides the fooling around, you were close friends, always by each others side, your parents said you were like inseparable peas in a pod, you found it cute, Steve found it cringe. He got jealous a lot, tried to play it off each time, you didn’t believe him and most importantly you never told him that you somehow fell for him, hard!

You sat in your room, palm cards laid out all across your bed, you had important finals coming up and you were stressing like crazy. You were so deeply focused in your readings when Steve opened your window scaring the living life out of you.

“Holy shit Steve i was about to have a stroke, seriously don’t worry about knocking or even a heads up” you rolled your eyes, taking a deep breathe when he made his way over to your bed.

“Always so whiny y/n aren’t you? Plus the look on your face pretty much made my day” Steve winked at you that same lace of charm lingering from his words, you definitely liked that charm.

“What are you doing here Steve we have finals tomorrow you should be studying”

It worried you how careless he was sometimes “I’m confident I’ll ace it, plus I could smell you brain frying from all this studying from my house, get your head out the book and come kiss me” what a horny little shit.

“Steve this is important, so either keep it in you pants and help me or leave so I can study” and he didn’t want to leave or keep it in his pants but the first option was more convenient. “Alright love Scooch over, make some room for Steve the tutor.”

It’s been an 30 minutes of reading over palm cards and Steve’s starting to drool on them.

“Alright you hairy Bigfoot a few more and we’re done” his eyes widen as he dramatically places a hand over his Heart and gasps, “what did you just call me and my amazing hair, Joseph deserves better than this!” His impossibly adorable.

“Oh my god you geek you named you hair!? Well you and Joseph can both kiss my ass” you flashed him a cheeky smile, he picked up your stuffed bear and held it in-front of himself.

“Steve would like that very much y/n” he mimicked a teddy voice, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Gosh you’re an idiot Steve Harrington!” He placed down the bear giving you the most romantic look, your faced flushed and you nearly melted into the bed, “you’re beautiful y/n wheeler”

Steve always knew how to make you all flustered and nervous.

You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him into a deep kiss, he moved into you, pushing you to lay down as he climbed on top of you. After a few seconds of the kiss Steve whispered a “hell yeah” against your lips before kissing down your neck for sure leaving marks.

Mid making out your mom knocked on the bedroom door making both you and Steve stumble off the bed. You panicked and pushed him under bed covering the other side visible to your mom with the blanket.

“Come in mom” Karen opened the door coming in with a stray of food, your dinner.

“You’ve been studying so hard sweety I didn’t want to disturb you so I brought you dinner.” You needed to get her out of your room. “Thanks mom that’s so sweet I appreciate it but I’ve gotta get back to studying..” she gave you a smile before leaving the room and shutting the door.

Once you heard footsteps retreat you called for Steve. “You can get out now” you giggled as you ducked your head under the bed meeting with Steve’s face, he grinned at you before pecking you lips and climbing out.

“That was close wasn’t it?” You responded with a yep before noticing Steve smirking at you.

“Your moms right you know, you should rest from all the studying you do, you know having been studying my lips for the last hour or so”

You were a dark shade of red, you could very easily blend with the tomatoes in the markets.

“Steve!” You threw the bear at him and he caught it laughing a little too loud.

You jumped forward pressing you hand against his mouth out of panic staring at the door, turning back to face him you realise how close you’d gotten.

You removed you hand noticing the position you sat in basically straddling him, he wasn’t one to complain though, definitely not with that smug grin on his face.

“You wanna make a move you can just say so y/n, but I quite like this position” he continued the flirting, “shut up doofus” you scolded lightly moving to get off his lap.

“Eh no, this is very comfortable, now if you may, study my lips a bit more” he pulled you back into his lap his hands locking your hips down.

His comments make you giggle all giddy and flushed before you move close to his ear whispering sweet nothings wanting to match his energy. “Steve, you are so incredibly sweet” you ran your hands through his hair laying a soft kiss on his lips which he melted into.

“Remind me to always make surprised visits through your window” he whispered mid kiss, which you replied with “whatever you say loverboy”, he deepened the kiss humming against your mouth at the nickname.