𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

Vought has a secret weapon, but it's not what you think.

꧁ nsfw, violence, angst, almost grape, lab testing, soldier boy, homelander, the deep, reader is soldier boys other kid꧂

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You walked into the meeting room, bored and wanting to annoy Homelander. It was a bad idea, this man hated your guts, but it's not like you could die. You saw him sitting on a chair, thinking.

"Do you ever like help people? Or do you just make up freaky scenarios with you and milk?" You taunt. You could immediately feel his irritation.

"What do you need, y/n." He says, his tone ice cold as usual.

"Oh nothing much, come to taunt my little brother."

He tensed at the word, he hated it. "Go occupy yourself in the lab, you like those needles don't you?" He spits back. You frown.

"Why are you such an ass? Can't you be nice or something?"

He stands, ragebaiting successful. He slowly walks over to you. "No, I can't be nice. So don't ask stupid fucking questions." He towers over you.

You glare up at him. "Hey be nice, it's not my fault you're going through menopause." You say, knowing that homelander always got pissed when you mentioned the age to looks.

He always got angry because whatever power you had had stunted your growth, you looked like a 17 year old girl while being 10 years older than him. He glared down at you, knowing this was your usual.

"You should be nice to your big sister-" his hand was around your throat, slamming you into the wall. His grip was tight and suffocating as he leaned close. "You are not my family, you're a parasite. You have never been there when I needed you and now you have the nerve to tell me to respect you."

You claw at his hand desperately, about to pass out. "Its a shame I can't kill you, otherwise I would've done it 30 years ago."

He pries you off the wall and tosses you at the table. You yelp as you land on it hard, you sit up after a moment, looking at him as he approaches. You try to scramble off the table, before he could reach you, but you were a second too late. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you close.

"This is all your fault, maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut." He growls.

"Buzz off you breastfeeding freak!" You kick him but it doesn't affect him at all. He grabs your shirt and pulls you up, then slams you into the table.

"How do you know about that!?" He demands, very pissed now. You shrink a little, it was kinda hard to keep your mouth shut. "I... might've gotten the info from translucent. That's really gross dude.. I get that we're like lab grown but-"

"Y/n, shut the hell up already!" He snaps and pulls you off the table, tossing you on the floor. He left you there alone, after he left you sat and just thought. All you ever did was eat, lab, ragebait, and sleep. Well that's all you could do, seeing as you weren't allowed in public. A couple hours later you were brought into the lab. As usual you sat in a chair, this time requesting to watch tapes of Soldier boy. You didn't know a lot about him, just that he was your father and the first supe.

You looked up to him, this man that you never met.

You felt a particularly sharp sting and you jerked. "Ow-"

A scientist held you still. "No moving, you know the rules."

You were suddenly insanely irritated. "Get your hands off me, jackass!" You snapped, shoving his hands off you. The incident resulted in you being strapped down so tight you couldn't even breathe. It hurt, it always did.

You stayed the night in that lab, your veins burning, head aching, vision blurry. The night was filled with more needles, blood draws.

The next few days you were too tired to do anything, not ragebait, not bother, you just laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

A few days later you were relaxing in your room, scrolling on the bed. Suddenly someone came in, you turned and saw who it was, The Deep. You immediately scowled, not happy to see him. You hated his guts, basically as much as Homelander hated you.

"What do you want, freak." You spit.

"Aw come on, dont be like that. Im bored and I wanna talk to someone." He says, approaching.

"Go talk to your octopus." You say. He rolls his eyes. "Don't be like that, y/n.." his hand slides up your thigh.

You scowl harder and kick his hand away. "Get the hell off me, perv!"

He sighs and suddenly climbs ontop of you, "dont be like that, sweetheart." You try to push him off but he manages to yank your shorts off.

"Awww, pink panties? What are you, 5?" He teases and pulls them down as well.

"Stop it! Get off me!" You shout, trying to get him off. He pulls down his pants and pulls himself out of his boxers. "Relax, sweetheart, you'll be fine. This was long overdue anyway."

You struggled as he pushed in, holding your wrists down. You were pissed beyond belief, usually you took it, because the lab told you not to get angry under any circumstances. But right now? They could kiss your ass. So as he trusted into you, you were quickly boiling with anger on the inside.

Suddenly you snapped, flinging him to floor. You pulled up your shorts with a scary calm. You got off the bed and immediately straddled him, Deep was confused until the first punch hit his face. He snapped back against the floor. Then it started raining down on him, one after the other. Nobody had seen you fight before, only antagonize. He tried to shield himself, crying out, and fight back. You slowly turned into a black void onto of him as you mutilated his face.

"STO- STOP! AH! I SA-" He tried to speak but you weren't stopping. The door burst open, homelander stood there with the others. Queen Maeve gasped at the sight. Homelander immediately stepped forward, "y/n! What are you doing?!" He tried to peel you off but you didn't budge. Deep looked horrible now, blood and many broken bones. Homelander stepped back and looked at queen Maeve, "go get something to knock her out."

She came back with a high power taser, everyone was tense, this was something they haven't seen before. Homelander snatched it and jabbed it into your neck. You jersey and reached for your neck. He pressed it in harder and turned up the voltage. You fell off Deep and the others dragged him out. You woke up strapped to a chair in a containment room, Homelander was staring at you.

"Are you done? You just put The Deep in the ICU." He says.

You just stare, still a void, still pure darkness.

He eventually got fed up and left you there. You stayed a void for a few more hours before it slowly wore off and you were a normal girl again. The lab didn't let you go though, in fact they put in another compound into you. It hurt so much you screamed, your veins on fire, the void spasming, your vision going white. Homelander ordered the lab to lock you there, he didn't need anymore incidents, especially when they had to cancel Deeps next supe appearance in public.

You were locked in for weeks. But one day you found your way out, you ran past the doctors, the guards, and translucent. You rushed past, but tripped over homelanders foot. You slammed to the ground and immediately turned around, he stared at you, you glared back. Nobody spoke for a minute, you took the chance to get up run. They chased you outside, you bolted down the sidewalk and across the street, a car slammed into you. People around gasped and some rushed to help, but you just got up and ran, ignoring the fact that your arm was broken.

After an hour you found yourself in a ghetto area, about to pass out. You slumped against the wall, panting and wheezing. A man suddenly rushed up to you, "Hey! Are you okay??" He asks, it seemed like he was actually worried.

"F-fine-" You slump to the ground, he immediately helps you up. "Its okay, I got you. Come with me. What happened? Where did you come from?"

"V- vought.."

He tenses but brings you inside anyway. He lays you on a couch and you pass out from exhaustion. Billy Butcher immediately stands up, "Hughie, who the hell did you bring in here?" He questions.

Hughie looks up at him, "some girl i found outside, he was about to pass out. She said she came from vought."

Everyone in the room tenses.

You woke up to a man named Frenchie putting on a splint on your arm. He muttered something in french.

You looked up at the others, you'd seen Butcher before. "You're... You're that guy, the one that Homelander hates." You say.

"That'd be me." Butcher says, crossing his arms. "Who are ya? You ain't any of the supes that vought owns."

"I.. I kinda escaped from them." You watch them warily. "Im y/n. Im not a supe or anything." You say. Butcher stares you down. "Tell me one thing, why are you on the news?"

"What?"

Frenchie turns on the TV, a news clip plays of you getting hit by a car and continue running. Your eyes widen. "Oh no..." you say, voice full of dread. "Im not supposed to be on the news! Everybody's gonna find out! Im gonna be in huge trouble."

"Why?" Hughie asks.

"I... im supposed to be a secret."

"Whats so special about ya?"

"... I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll kill me! Or give me back to vought, which is worse than death."

"Look, we won't do either, just tell us what you are."

"Im... im a secret weapon. Created from soldier boy like homelander."

They all go silent, confused.

"I heard my name?"

A voice speaks up. You look over, eyes widening, it was him...

Soldier boy, aka Ben, walked into the room. He looked down at you, crossing his arms. "Who the fuck are you?"

You just stared in shock, it was him, that man that you watched on the tapes. Your father. He rolled his eyes. "Kid, I dont have all day, you said my name, who are you?"

You swallowed and sat up properly. "I.. I'm y/n.. Im your daughter."

He raised a brow, he thought back for a long moment.

"Aw shit."

Butcher, frenchie, MM, hughie, and kimiko looked between you two. Someone wanted to say something but no one could.

"If you're my kid why do you look so young? No way cum lasts for 30 years." Ben says, his words catching you off guard.

"I um... I'm older than homelander.." You say, feeling small in front of the legendary supe. After a moment of silence he laughs and looks you up and down. "Are you pulling on my deck? Sorry to break it to ya, sweetheart but you can't be older than 20."

"I am, its my power, and lab testing. Im kinda permanently stuck like this." You explain. Ben's face falls, after a moment he groans. "Dammit."

There was a lot of arguing between everyone for the next few minutes. Hughie sat down next to you. "Sorry you got dragged into all this, we had no idea." He says softly. "It's okay... I was just trying to finally run away from everything." You say.

"Well if she's a fuckin' experiment that nobody knows about maybe she's useful. She sure as he'll better be more useful than that piece of shit Homelander." Ben says, glancing your way. He fully looks at you and steps close, towering over you. "Whats your power? Show me."

You immediately go quiet. "I... cant."

"The fuck you mean you cant? I told you to show me."

"I can't because its dangerous and I can't do it on command! Only when im super pissed." You explain, panicking because his tone was cold and scary. "I turn into a void! I kinda black out when it happens but I was told that I'm really strong and dangerous."

"A void? When you're pissed? The fuck kinda power is that? That's a stupid ass power. How would we get you pissed enough to fight?"

You hang your head lightly, "sorry." You mumble.

"Could you take me in a fight and maybe win?" He suddenly asks.

You lift your head. "Um, maybe?"

He looks at you for a long moment. "Fine, maybe you'll be more useful than the dick."

So you found refuge in The Boys, you liked hughie and frenchie. Butcher was nice but quiet. Kimiko was nice as well. And Ben tried to ignore that you were his kid.

One night you were staring out the windows, knees to your chest. It was dark, raining, Frenchie came up to you. He held out a candy. "It's an edible, you look like you could use some distraction, cherie."

"I've never had drugs before." You say, taking it.

"It's safe, you can trust me." He says as he sits down next to you. Taking a few stronger pills, he puts his arm around you.

You take the candy, it was sweet, good. You both chatted for a bit before you felt the effects kick in. You felt relaxed, a little floaty. "I feel weird..." you mumble, leaning against him.

"That's bliss, cherie." Frenchie says, laying his head on yours. "How bad was it over there?" He asks softly.

"Sooo bad... I get raped, tested, and abused. I dont have a single friend there.." You pout. "I kinda want a best friend, ya know?"

He rubs your arm. "I'll be your best friend, cherie." He says softly.

"What does that mean?" You ask, looking up at him with unfocused eyes.

"It's means 'sweetheart'. You seem like a sweet girl."

You had many close calls with vought hunting you, the boys did what they could to hide you. Frenchie stayed by your side, you both enjoyed little breaks of getting high together. And Ben, being who he was, ignored the fact that you were his kid.

teen dean Winchester x teen reader

◈fluff, kissing, reader is bobby's daughter, nobody likes John, teenage romance◈

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Growing up as Bobby's daughter, you were no stranger to the Winchesters. They were your best friends, especially Dean. You two would be inseparable when John would drop them off at Bobby's for the week.

The boys arrived in the middle of the night, used to this; they found their spot on the couch and went to bed. In the morning you came downstairs and saw Dean waiting on the couch, you gasped and immediately rushed to him, arms open. "Dean!!" He laughed and immediately hugged you back, lifting you off the ground and spinning you both around.

"Hey pretty!" Dean says, setting you down. You beam, excited to see your favorite person. “You should’ve called!” You say. Dean just shakes his head and looks at the grumpy Sammy who was waking up. “Dad didn’t give us any warning, guess it was urgent.”

“We’ll look who’s here.” Bobby strolls down the stairs with a grunt. “When ya idjits get in?” He asks.

“Like at 3, sorry Bobby.” Dean mumbles. Bobby sighs while you go to the kitchen to make some food for everyone. Soon all of you were sitting and eating pancakes with bacon, Dean shoveled his meal down, asking for thirds. While Bobby chatted with Sam, you and Dean stole little glances at each other, you’d make eye contact and smile shyly after looking away. Bobby noticed and rolled his eyes. As the day progressed you and Dean were practically attached at the hip. Being the sweet playful girl you were you offered to play hide and seek. Dean, being the flirty hormonal teen, suggested that if he found you he’d get a kiss.

And so it was on, you rushed through the junkyard, giggling. You found your spot in an old car and ducked. “Two! One! Here I come pretty!” He shouts. He searches the junkyard, excited and grinning. He searched for 10 minutes before spotting something and smirking. He rounded the car the opened the backseat, you gasped and immediately tried to open the other door, it was jammed. He laughed and climbed in, cornering you against the door.

“So, pretty, I found ya. Do I get my kiss?” He asks, grinning. You blush brightly and smile, “you’re such a perv, Dean.” You say.

“A handsome perv, and I’m pretty sure I was promised a kiss from a very pretty girl.” He teases. You laugh and grab his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. He immediately kisses you back and places a hand on your hip. You kiss for a long minutes before a gruff voice interrupts.

“Dean Winchester. Y/n Singer. Out of the car now.” Bobby commands. Both of you step out of the car, heads hanging in embarrassment.

“Daddy-“ you start, but Bobby stops you.

“Nope, don’t start that crap. You know the rules and y’all break them every time. How many times do I have to pull y’all apart?” He says, tired of everything. “I ain’t tryna have my teenage daughter pregnant because y’all don’t listen. So new rules, no kissin’, no huggin’, don’t even look at each other.”

You whine in disappointment, he gives you a stern look, you look back down at the ground.

You both tried to obey, you really did. But you and Dean loved each other too much, so you both snuck out to lay on the roof together. Dean set up a blanket and pillows, he gave you his flannel, and you laid on his arm. “I’m sorry about daddy, he means well.” You say quietly. ”It’s okay, pretty, he’s just worried about you. And rightfully so, have you seen your gorgeous ass? I mean that literally.” His hands slides down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, you laugh and slap his hand. “Wow how romantic.” You say sarcastically. He laughs and kisses your head. “I know right?”

You two watch the stars the whole night, Bobby knew, he knew because he walked into your room and saw you two on the roof. He wanted to come over and scold you, but he thought about it. You looked happy, quiet, not disturbing anyone. So he quietly left the room and went to go check on Sammy. He walked downstairs, Sam was up reading a book on the couch, he looked up at Bobby. “Y/n and Dean are on the roof together.” He says. Bobby sits down next to him, “I know, kid.” “Aren’t you gonna go yell at them?” Sam asks. Bobby huffs and ruffles his hair. “Nah, I’ll let ‘em have this night.” Sam frowns, “sucks.” He goes back to reading his book.

The next morning you both kept stealing glances at breakfast, of course Bobby noticed all of it. He wasn’t a huge fan, but he was happy that his daughter was happy. After breakfast you all helped out around the house with some chores, after chores Bobby took you all to the town. He got everyone some ice cream, Dean immediately gave his cherry to you, knowing you liked them. You wandered around for a while, entertaining yourselves. You and Dean found yourselves at a clothing store, you messed around for a while before he pulled you into a fitting room. He held you tight while looking down at your eyes, “hi, pretty.” He says. You smile and kiss him, he deepens the kiss and holds you tighter.

You two make out for a solid few minutes, Dean pulls away every few seconds to whisper something flirty to get you to laugh. “Rate my kissing outta 10, be honest.” He whispers randomly, you laugh. “Ten.” You say. He grins proudly and kisses you again. “Hell yeah.” He says after pulling away. You both eventually got kicked out by the owner and caught up to Bobby and Sammy waiting by the truck.

That night you came downstairs and curled up under Bobby’s arm, he smiled and pulled you close. “You alright, bug?” He asks softly. You nod.

“I really like Dean, daddy…” you say quietly, nervous.

Bobby sighs and holds you tighter, rubbing your arm. “I know you do, hun. He’s a good kid, I just don’t want you to get caught up in the life he and his father live.” He explains. You sink, disappointed.

“But it ain’t the end of the world, I trust you to make good decisions. Dean has heart, he’s brave, and he’ll protect ya like hell. I just worry about ya, I don’t want him to break your heart.”

“What if I break his?” You ask.

Bobby scoffs, “that’ll happen at some point, girl. You’re beautiful, as sweet as pie, ain’t no way he’s leaving without you breakin’ his heart.”

You smile at his words and hug him. “I love you a lot, daddy.” You say softly. Bobby smiles and hugs you back, kissing your head. Over the top of your head he notices Sam staring with a longing look. Bobby hated the way John treated his boys. He opens an arm and gestures for Sam to come over, Sam hesitates but eventually comes over, hugging Bobby and you. Bobby rubs both of your backs affectionately.

“House full of idjits.” He mumbles.

On the day that John was supposed to pick up the boys, you and the two went to mess around in town. You took Sammy to the book store, Dean to the music shop. But things took a turn when you explored an abandoned house, somehow you and Sammy got trapped in the basement, the door slammed shut. You pulled Sammy closer to you, a second later you heard a chuckle.

“Aw how sweet, two little cuties wandered into our den.” A man said. The lights flickered on. A vampire nest. Sam gasped and stepped back, you stepped back with him, heart racing.

“Oh don’t be scared, kids. We like to make it quick and painless.”

It was around 6 grown vampires, four men and two women. Sam was only 12, he couldn’t defend himself. And Dean was somewhere trying to break in and get to us. You grabbed a pipe and held it up, you didn’t have much experience with monsters, but you knew enough. The man laughed and came closer. “A pipe ain’t gunna take anyone out, sweetheart, it’s cute that you’re tryin’ though.”

He lunged forward to grab Sam. You swung and hit him in the temple, he yelped and stepped back.

“Dean get in here!!” You shout, panicking. You can hear Dean banging and trying his best to find a way in.

The vampires all lunge at you and Sam, trying to rip out your throats. You swing the pipe in every direction, trying to fend them off as long as possible. Meanwhile John and Bobby were panicking because they could find anyone. They drove around, arguing and looking for you three. Bobby was insanely worried and frustrated, John was just angry and pissed.

“Those stupid boys, I need to be in Dallas asap and they’re screwing around with me.” He complains, his voice cold. Bobby glares at him from the drivers seat. “Our kids could be dead and you’re complainin’ that you’re inconvienced? Are you that cold hearted, John?” Bobby snaps.

“Don’t tell me what to think of my sons, Bobby. You wouldn’t understand, you have a daughter.” The last part almost sounded like John was disgusted. Bobby immediately stopped the car and looked at John with a scary expression.

“John. You and I have been good friends. But speak about my daughter like that again and I won’t hesitate to drop you and never help you again.” He said, his voice taking on a scary cold tone. The drive was silent after.

You held Sammy tight on the floor, Dean was in front of you, holding a wire, bleeding. “Come at me, sons of bitches!” He yells. You close your eyes and hold Sam tight. There were loud sounds, yells, bangs, and cursing. After a very long 10 minutes you peeked an eye open. Dean stood there, bloody, vampires heads littered the floor. He, a 16 year old boy had taken out a nest for his little brother and best girl. The door burst open and Bobby and John rushed inside, they stopped in their tracks, seeing Dean with the wire in his hand, all bloody.

“Boy, did you…?” Bobby starts. Dean just nodded and drops the wire, he turns to look at you both, “you okay?” He asks quietly. Sam nods, you just stare.

You only saw Dean a handful of times after that, then nothing after 18. You kept in touch, calling, postcards, cute voicemails.

One day you were on the porch, getting some sun. A car pulled up, that black 67 Chevy. Your heart started to race, it parked a few meters away and the door opened. Out stepped Dean, even more gorgeous than you remembered. You gasped and immediately ran over, launching yourself into his arms.

“DEAN!!!” You shout, hugging him tightly. He laughs and spins you around. “Hey pretty! God it’s so good to see ya.”

He pulls you in for a deep kiss, after pulling away he just stares at you.

“Damn. You’re freakin’ gorgeous.” He says.

You laugh and spot Sam, that boy was insanely tall now. “Sammy is that you??” You ask in disbelief. He chuckles and walks up to you, giving you a hug. “Hey, yea it’s me. Been a while huh?”

"Wow, you're so tall!" You say, hugging him back.

You brought them inside, Bobby was happy to see them. They stayed for dinner and you all caught up. That night you and Dean went out on the roof like you used to do. He pulled you close, giving you another deep kiss. "Damn I really missed ya." He says softly. You smile and kiss his cheek, "I missed you so much, Dean."

He smiles and pulls you closer. "Still as pretty as the day I met ya."

"We met when we were like kids."

"And you had the prettiest eyes and sweetest personality, sue me."

You grew up learning how to do everything, from cooking to fixing a car. Bobby taught you every life skill there was to make sure you wouldn't get stuck later on.

Names for you: honey, baby, sweetheart, kiddo, baby bug.

You were best friends with the Winchester boys, but Bobby always kept an eye on dean when he was around you.

He's rough, but an absolute softie for his kids. One whine and he gives in, taking you into his arms and giving you a tight hug.

Would try to put you to bed, ends up falling asleep first and snoring loud af.

Keeps you out of the hunting life as much as possible, he doesn't want you involved but makes sure you know how to tell the difference from a monster vs human.

Hours playing hide and seek in the junkyard.

Brought home a huge shaggy dog once and named it Rufus, after Rufus. The real Rufus was not impressed, you laughed at him.

John once snapped at you because you were asking too many questions, ever since then you were afraid of him. When he dropped the kids off he would stare at you and you'd hide behind bobby's legs. Bobby would sigh and tell John to stop scaring you.

When a monster almost got you he didn't let you out of his sight for a month, he kept you close and safe, with a shotgun in his other hand of course.

Headcanons if the 141 monster hybrids had a kid.

~Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz~

༄ Price

He's a dragon, you're his cub. He hoards you as a dragon would. You're his everything, your wings are much too tiny and weak to fly, so he lifts you as high as he can and spins so you can feel it. He loves wrestling(gently), he teaches you how to pin him down and complains loudly and playfully when he let's you. "Ugh! My incredibly strong cub has done it again! Defeated the mighty father dragon!" He'd say, you'd giggle uncontrollably and he'd cover you with his wing.

☠︎︎ Ghost

"Boo" was your nickname, Ghost was a wraith, and you were his little boo. It wasn't enforced, but you dressed in black and always had this moody little frown. You were a quiet baby, just like your father. You were not a fan of anybody, except price. Ghost would let you pick out your outfits, it usually ended up being a little black dress with skulls. You both sat on a chair, silent, arms crossed, birds of a feather. Soap passed by and stopped. "Do you ever not look like death and mini death?" He asks. Ghost just glares, and so do you.

𖤛 Soap

As a little werewolf spawn you were prone to biting, a lot. "My thumb is not for teethin', cub!" He'd say, yanking his chewed thumb away. You saw it as a game and giggled, your tail wagging a million miles per hour. You tried finding something else to chew but he took everything away from you. You were as chaotic as your father, especially when in dog form. You'd race around, knocking over anything and everything, soap even found you about to gnaw on prices tail.

𓆩𓆪 Gaz

As a little fledgling, your wings were still growing in. Gaz would call you his little chick, and it was true, you were small, and a little scrugly copy of him. You'd practice preening on him, training your fine motor skills. "That's good, honey, try pinching the feathers a little harder." He'd say, laying still to let you practice. At night you slept in a nest that you made in your crib, some of his hoodies, a blanket, and stuffies. You'd curl up in the middle and he'd smile and pet your head.

☀︎ Simon, Price, Soap☀︎

Price:

It was vaccine day, he had you on his lap while you smiled and played with his fingers, unaware of what would happen. The nurse walks in and greets you two. "Hi! Are we ready?" She asks. Price just nods and holds you a little tighter. She cleaned the arm and injected the needle. You looked up at price and immediately started to bawl your eyes out. "I know, bug, I know.." He says, gently hugging you. The shot set off a whole tantrum. He tried to compromise as he walked to the car, which was at the park because he thought they could go after. You screamed and kicked in his arms. Some lady approached, she was on the older side. "Um excuse me? Is this your child?" She asks. Price took a breath, trying not to lose his mind. "Yes she's mine." The woman wouldn't leave him alone all the way to the car. "Look lady! I'm not kidnapping any damn children, and I sure wouldn't kidnap this one!" The issue got resolved with him showing his military ID and you calmed down in the car.

Simon:

It started in the store, you wanted a single tomato, you're allergic. Simon said no and walked away from the aisle. You started to whine, then cry, then scream. He was silent, staring at you. You were usually wall behaved, but sometimes you threw tantrums, and when you did they were big. You screamed for 5 minutes before he tried his stare on you, a hard glare that usually did the trick. But no, you wanted that killer tomato. "I WANT IIIIIIITTT!" You scream and stomp your foot. He sighs and picks you up, you kick and push. He walks you over to some random man and sets you down in front of him. "Since you don't wannna listen go join a new family, maybe they'll give you all the tomatoes you want." He walks away. You and this random man look at each other for a moment before you bolt back to Simon, "DADDDY NO!" You latch onto his leg, burying your face in his pants. "Thats what I thought." He mumbles.

Soap:

Lil fic based off Rhyland Grace finding Simon from iron lung.

◈ fluff, angst, truma from all three characters, some violence, reader insert, bloodymary◈

It been been 6 weeks since Grace rescued Simon from the iron lung. Simon was quiet, scarred mentally and physically, but he was nice enough. Grace had pulled him from the iron lung, both covered in blood. Simons arm was missing now, and half his face was mutated.

Grace was laying back, attempting to nap. It would be 3 weeks until they reached Erid, their final destination and Rocky's home. He was a second away from falling asleep when Rocky rolled in.

"Grace! Grace! Why Grace sleep?"

Grace jerked and looked at Rocky. "Because I'm tired Rock!" He rubs his face.

"Grace no sleep now. There is ship outside!" Rocky rolls around in excitement, bumping into things.

"Theres what?" Grace asks.

"A ship." Simon says, standing at the doorway. His voice was always rough and cold. Grace didn't blame him. "Theres a ship 200 meters away from us, the rock thing thinks it's important."

"Rocky have feeling! Must investigate ship." Rocky says firmly.

Grace steered hail Mary toward the ship while Simon suited up. They docked and Simon grabbed a metal stick. Grace looked at him. "Theres probably nothing on there, and if there is they probably aren't alive." He says softly. Simon just stares at the door as it opens with a hiss. They creep inside, the air was stale, the ship was dark, no lighting.

"Hello? Is anyone here!" Grace calls out. Rocky rolls beside them, scanning the environment. They explored the ship, it was tech they'd never seen before. There was a creek near by, Simon tightened his grip on the stick.

Suddenly there was the sound of something slamming into Grace. He fell to the floor unconscious. Rocky immediately lost it.

"GRACE! GRACE DIE! CREATURE KILL GRACE! SIMON SAVE GRACE!" He shrieked.

Simon whipped around and held up the stick. It was a girl, standing there with her own. When she saw Simons face she dropped her pipe and stumbled back in fear. Simon immediately advanced.

"Who the fuck are you?" He demanded.

She ran but Simon was faster. He was on her in a few seconds. Pinning her to the ground. She immediately started to panic, breathing fast and doing everything she could to shove him off. Simon held her tighter. "Who are you!?" He demanded louder. Rocky was shrieking in the background, panicking and trying to wake up Grace.

The girl was still panicking, Simon recognised that panic, Grace had it too when Simon first pinned him down after he woke up not on the iron lung. You were traumatized. He loosened his grip and softened his tone. "Look, you knocked out my friend, I just wanna know who you fuckin are and are you dangerous." He explains.

You swallow and takes a few breaths, trying to calm down. "Y/n." Is all you managed to say.

"K, y/n. Are you alone?"

You nod, shaking. Simon sighs in relief. One erratic person was enough to deal with.

"GRACE ALIVE!!! GRACE WAKE UP! GRACE OKAY!" Rocky shrieks. Grace sits up with a groan, holding his head. "Rock, can ya stop yelling please?"

After Grace got his bearings he stood up and came over to Simon and you. He frowned softly. He crouched down, reaching over to pry Simons hand off you.

"Rhyland. She could be dangerous." He says, his tone wary.

"Shes not. I think shes just scared." Grace says softly. He looks at you with gentle eyes. "Hey, it's okay. We aren't here to hurt you, we just found your ship and came in investigate." He explains. You relax a little, but you were still shaking and had the look like you would bolt any second.

"Im Grace, this is Simon, and this is Rocky." Grace gestures to the two of them. Rocky waves and rolls closer. "Creature is human! Old human."

You frown.

"Rock lets be nice, you don't tell people they're old." Grace says.

"Why not? Human old, I make statement."

"Because it's not really polite, besides she doesn't even look that old." Grace looks back at you, you looked like a girl in her late 20s.

"Lets skip the chit chat. She could be dangerous." Simon interrupts. Grace sighs and looks at him. "Dude, shes just a girl, she probably hit me because she hasn't seen anyone in ages."

He turns to you. "How long have you been floating out here?" He asks you.

You shrug and mumble something. "Sorry, what was that?" Grace asks.

"The stars speak to me..." You mumble louder, your voice soft.

"A long fuckin time clearly." Simon grunts.

Grace tries to hold in a chuckle, Simons words catching him off guard. He looks back at you. "We're headed to this ones home," he gestures to Rocky. "Would you like to come with? So you're not alone?" He offers gently. Simon glances at him, not bothering his hide any of his feelings. "Thats a bad idea, Rhyland."

You look between them. "I don't know. I could die if I leave the ship." You say.

They glance at each other. "You won't, our ship is safe." Grace says.

You look down at your ankle. Around it was a think metal band. "I can't..." You say, your voice quiet.

"What the hell is that?" Simon says.

"It keeps me here. I do not know what it'll do if I get off." You say, voice shaking.

Simon rolls his eyes. "You really want her to come with us?" He asks Grace. Grace nods. Simon looks down at the band. Radiation sure did something big to Simon. He grabbed the band and started to crush it. You immediately gasped and tried to back away but couldn't.

"Simon what are you-"

The band sent a shock through the both of them but snapped off. You fell to the floor and Simon jerked backwards.

"Simon?! Y/n? Are you okay?"

Simon grunted and pulled his hand back. Unfortunately you got most of the shock, you were out cold on the floor.

"The new human die." Rocky comments.

Grace checks for a pulse. "She's not dead, bud, just unconscious. He looks at Simon, " can you-" he stops, forgetting that Simon has one arm.

"No I'll get her, it's fine." Simon says. He manages to get you over his shoulder. "Thanks, just find a bed to put her on, rock and I will go get some of her stuff."

You woke up a short while later, on a softish bed. Rocky was right next to you, staring you down.

"Human awake?" He asks. You sit up and rub your head. "Yes."

"Good, how human feel?" He asks again.

"Im fine... I think." You mumble, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Where am I?"

"You are on Grace's ship! We save you from your dark lonely ship. We now headed to Rocky's home."

"Whos Rocky..?" You ask.

"I am Rocky." Rocky says.

"Oh."

"Why y/n alone on ship? Where is crew?"

You go quiet for a moment. "I never had one.. The ship is my punishment."

Rocky makes a sad sound. "Why punished?"

"Because I stole some crystals. They said I could redeem myself if I went into space to collect data." You explain, your voice taking on a tremble again.

Rocky is quiet for a moment before he speaks. "Grace earth humans also do that to Grace. But Grace supposed to save the stars. Simon bring you here, Grace look for belongings but found none. But it's okay, Simon have no belongings either."

"What even is Simon?" You ask.

"Simon human, statement."

"Theres no way he's human, half his face is open and he's got sharp teeth." You say, bewildered.

"Radiation mutate Simon, Simon betrayed badly by humans-"

"Rock." Simons cold voice rings out from the doorway.

You look up at him, pulling your knees closer. Simon didn't seem happy that Rocky was sharing his personal details. Simon glares at both of you. "Go help, Rhyland." He says to Rocky. Rocky rolls away, when he's gone Simon approaches.

You scoot back, not hiding that you were afraid of him, you had a right after all.

"Give me your arm." Simon demands. You hesitate for a moment then hold out your arm. Simon grabs the other one and turns it, there was a large cut that you didn't notice. He silently bandages the cut, not making eye contact. After a few minutes he speaks, "if you're ready you can roam around and get some food. It's not very good food so don't be too excited."

After a few days of staying in the corner of the bed, a few checks from the boys, you finally decided to come out. You were quiet about it, trying not to make a big deal. You wandered around, eventually finding the projection room. On the screens was a tall forest with sunbeams peaking through the trees. You stared in awe for a little while before hearing Grace's voice.

"You like it? This is my favorite part of the ship." He says, standing next to you now.

"Are those trees?" You ask quietly.

"Yea, have you never seen them before?"

"No.. My planet is full of sand, and rocks."

"That sounds not very fun."

"It is not.."

Days passed, you warmed up to the boys. Grace was kind, Simon was quiet, Rocky was cute and funny. But there was one issue, nightmares, every night.

Tubes down your throat, awake, alive, people holding you down, shouting, the feeling that you couldn't breathe. You sat up with a gasp, trying to take in air but couldn't. Grace was already there, so was Rocky and Simon.

"Hey hey, breathe, it's okay, it's us." Grace says, patting your back. You gasp for air, tears streaming. You scoot away from them to that familiar corner, looking at them with wide eyes. Nothing had gotten through to you when these happened. The boys eventually laid down next to you, Simon leaning against the wall and Grace on his thigh. After a while you got tired and you thought that Simon was asleep. You knew Rocky wasn't because he never slept, he liked to watch.

You slowly laid your head down on his shoulder, Simon pretended he was asleep and didn't feel it.

You woke up curled up under Simons arm, his arm heavy over you. It felt nice, to be held in soft way and not a forced way. Grace woke up soon after and sat up, he rubbed his eyes and fixed his glasses. He noticed you under Simons arm and smiled, he glanced at Simon, who caught his eye and looked away.

The three of you spent more time together, you were the only humans this far out. There was one week left until you'd land on Rocky's planet. Everyone was nervous, excited, exhausted.

Grace spent a lot of time teaching you both Rocky's language, you couldn't have the translator forever.

One evening you were staring out the window, head tilted a bit.

There was this thing, Simon heard voices from that blood ocean, it was engraved in his mind. So he could tell very clearly that you were sorta... Crazy.

"What are the stars tellin ya?" He asks, sitting down next to you. You turn to look at him with surprise.

"How'd you know?" You ask.

"Takes one to know one." He says, not making eye contact. "Did you lose you mind before or after space?"

"After. A couple years in I started talking, they talked back. I guess I shouldve known I was going insane." You say.

"Well it's bound to happen, years alone, isolated. By the way, the rock said you were old. How old are you?" He asks.

"Oh... Well I was 100 back on my planet.. I probably spent like 60 years in space. So 163 maybe?"

"What the hell? Shouldn't you be dead or wrinkly?" He looks at you in confusion.

"The people from my planet age very slowly, combined with injections from when I was a lab slave." You said, your voice quieting on the last part.

Simon stayed quiet as well.

"So what are they telling ya?" He asks finally.

"The stars?"

He nods.

"They're saying I should trust you, even though you probably don't trust me." You say.

He huffs and puts an arm around you. "I didn't trust you when you knocked out the teacher, I trust you now that I know who you are."

You look up at him, tensing. After a short minute you relax and lay your head on his shoulder.

A couple days later. You were laying on the bed, sick. It hit you suddenly, Grace was in the lab, testing your cheek swab to see what it is. Rocky was watching over you very strictly, it was like he scared that you wouldn't wake up. You were weak, tired, coughing.

Grace made up a chemical solution after you reassured him that your body could handle chemicals that his couldn't. When he came to have you drink it you already changed your mind. Simon held you down while Grace made you drink it, it was insanely bitter but it did help.

A week after landing on Erid, you three had a home for yourselves. Simon helped with building and engineering, Grace taught the little pebbles, and you helped out at home, just keeping the place tidy. Life was great, but you and Grace missed your lives. Well, you not as much as Grace, you didn't miss the lab or the slavery.

The three of you got close, very close. You'd be tired from the day and go to sleep early, Grace would come home and immediately curl up with you. Then Simon would get home a couple hours later. He'd usually shower, change, and pull both of you close to him. You three were the only humans in many light years.

𝐴𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑦/𝑛

ꕥ 𝑎𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎 𝑥 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ꕥ

𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒🫶

You had been going to this new psychiatrist for months now, he was kind, stern, and helped you get to the root of your issues. But there was one thing, you'd somehow became attached to him. The way he spoke to you sent a feeling down your spine, the way he'd come close and look down at you made you melt. You were 100% sure that no one knew.

Hannibal did. It was painfully obvious to him. With his sensitive nose he could smell the hormone changes, it was amusing to him and he used it to his full advantage.

"Miss l/n, Id like to talk about your childhood. Perhaps it'll help me understand what draws you to act like this." Hannibal says, his voice soft. "Tell me, have things always overwhelmed you that you'd blank?"

She thinks for a moment, trying to recall. "I.. I dont really remember, I know I would get yelled at a lot."

"What happened after you would get yelled at?" He asked, prying deeper.

"Umm... I'd run to my room I guess. But I wouldn't blank, I dont think." She explained softly. Hannibal hummed and considered his next question. "What is a time that you do remember blanking?"

"I was at the doctor, we were getting my final confirmation. I think my dad was angry that I turned out to be an Omega, he was arguing with the doctor, I started thinking about what he'd do when we got home.. Then I blanked. I came back and everybody was trying to get my attention, I got in big trouble for that."

Hannibal sorted out all her details in his mind. "So you got overwhelmed, started to think, thought too much and shut down." He thinks for a moment. "May I attempt to trigger this reaction? I know we have done it once before but Id like to do it again."

She hesitates for a moment, looking at Hannibal. She was nervous to say yes, but if she did and did well she might get praise from the doctor. "Okay.." She whispers. Hannibal smiles and stands up. "Good."

"Close your eyes and imagine. You're in a room, the outside is loud, overwhelming. There are people arguing next to you. Something unwanted is touching you." He watches her shift, already imagining the unpleasant scenario. "Someone walks up to you, adding themselves into the noise around you. Perhaps speaking loudly,"

"You were supposed to lock the door! You are useless, a failure! All that combined with the noise, the arguing, the touching. You're hot suddenly, uncomfortable, you-"

A small whimper came from her, he lifted his eyes. Her head was hanging, hands clenched tightly together, some tears welling up. "Miss l/n"?"

Hannibal crouches in front of her, trying to get her attention. She had blanked. All it took was some imagination and the poor girl would disassociate.

"You poor thing." He coos, reaching a hand to wipe her tears. "It only took a few words to take you out." He brushes her hair for a moment before cupping her cheeks. "Y/n, can you hear me?"

She stares blankly, her expression frozen in that sweet overwhelmed teary puppy eyed look. "Y/n, darling, it's Dr Lecter. Wake up please." He gently pats her cheeks, watching as she slowly comes back to reality. "Thats right, good girl, it's me, Hannibal."

"H-hannibal..? What happened?" Her cheeks flush pink when she realizes how he's holding her.

Hannibal smiles at her reaction,his thumb brushing her dimple. "You were just about to say your feelings for me." Her cheeks turn red, eyes widening. "I was?? But I- I dont remember that."

"Dont worry, you got so overwhelmed that you blanked, no worries you're back now." He says smoothly, looking her in the eyes.

"Was I really about to tell you..?" She whispers. How sweet she was, fully believing his lies. "Yes, my darling. Go on, tell me, I wont judge." He whispers back, matching his tone to make her feel more comfortable. She was so gullible, so easy to manipulate. She hesitates for a moment, swallowing nervously. "I.. I like you, Mr Lecter."

Hannibal smiles, satisfied. "Why do you like me, y/n?" He pries.

"You're.. You're very good looking." Hannibal smirks, that he knew. "Go on." He urges. "And you're nice to me and I like how you treat me."

"How do I treat you?" He asks.

She gestures to his hands on her cheeks. "And your tone.. like the way you talk to me."

Hannibal raises a brow. "Perhaps that is just in your nature, my dear. It is natural that you respond positively to soft words and praise." She looks down, embarrassed. "I-I shouldn't be telling you this. It has to be wrong or something."

"Or something. No need to be ashamed y/n, the feeling is mutual."

Her eyes lock onto his, surprise. "It is?"

"Yes, you are a wonderful girl, a sweet and beautiful omega." He explains softly, pulling her into his arms, smirking behind her back. She clings to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry." She whispers. Hannibal holds her tighter, "no need, my darling. You didn't do anything wrong."

After a moment Hannibal pulls back. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

The pan was sizzling as Hannibal added some cooking wine and stirred. Y/n watched quietly, unsure is she should ask to help. Hannibal looked over, already picking apart her expression. "Would you like to help?" He asks. She perks up and comes over, he moves behind her and hands her a knife. "Dice the tomatoes." He says softly near her ear. He feels her shiver as she starts.

"Am I doing it right?" She asks, the sweet thing was looking for his approval and direction. He takes her hands and guides her movements, his mouth near her neck. "Just a little smaller, my darling." He whispers.

He lets go, letting her continue. His hands slide down to her hips, his mouth gently kissing her neck. "Shh, pay attention before you cut yourself." He says.

"Doctor-"

"Hannibal." He corrects.

"Hannibal.. Are you sure this is okay?" She asks hesitantly. He chuckles softly and squeezes her hips. "As long as you want this as well."

Dinner finished and they spent some time together after. Talking didn't last long, Hannibal pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping her mouth. She gasped lightly, surprised and nervous, but kissed back. They kissed for a good 5 minutes before he pulled away to catch his breath. "You should go before I do something I'll regret." He says. She frowns but responds. "Okay.. You'll call me though, right?" She asks. Hannibal smiles. "Of course."

A couple weeks later.

Y/n was late to their session. Hannibal wasn't happy. He didn't like no shows, especially ones that didn't say anything. So he called her. It took a moment for her to answer.

"H-hello?" Her voice was quiet, shaky.

"Y/n, you're late. Where are you?"

"Im so- sorry. I can't come today." She says even quieter. He hears a faint whimper from her end.

"Y/n.. What is going on? Do you need help?"

"Its n-nothing serious, I'm just sick.."

"Are you sure, should I come over?"

No response from her end, she must've blanked again. Hannibal sighed and grabbed his keys.

He drove to her house, picked the lock open, and walked inside. He closed the door behind him as the smell of pheromones hit him like a freight train. He walked to the bedroom and found her there, curled up into a ball, checked out. He grabbed her cheeks gently, patting them. "Darling it's me, Hannibal, come back."

She blinked and looked up at him. "Hannibal..?"

"Why are you here..?" She asks.

"You told me to come help you, darling." He lies. She relaxes and hugs him tightly, her body trembling. "I don't feel good.. It's the worst one.."

He rubs her back and kisses the side of her head. "I'll take care of you."

Hannibal was older, and experienced. He laid her down and stripped her of her clothes. She was so delicate to him, he couldn't help but smile when she whined. "Patience, Mon Amor, I know it hurts."

He decided to play with her first, let her whine and beg. His hands travelled down her body, gently pressing down on her lower stomach and rubbing. She moaned in frustration. "Hannibal pleaaseee.. It-it hurts.."

She was heating up more now, any hotter and they'd have to do it in a cold shower.

"I said be patient, y/n. You're good at listening arent you?" Hannibal says, his voice taking on a firm tone. "Will you be good for me?"

She nods, inching closer to him.

He messed with her body, stimulating and stopping when she whined, only to get her to whine more. He used his fingers until she was crying and trembling. "Hold it." He commanded. He took his fingers away and leaned down. He blew some cool air onto her clit. She gasped and tried to close her legs, he held them down. "No. Be a good girl and take it."

She whined, her mind already too far into heat to think about anything else besides dih🥀

He stripped down to his boxers and leaned back against the headboard. She crawled up to him, eyes wet with tears, body hot and tight with need. "Hanniballl." She whined. She tried to pull down his boxers, but only managed to lay her head on them, panting. Hannibal smirked and ran his hands through her hair. "Poor girl, you're suffering and I'm not doing anything about it, hm? Would you like me to tie you down? Give you what you want?"

She nods, her head brushing against his buldge.

Hannibal tied her, nice and tight, she was so worked up and frustrated that he almost felt bad. He got rid of the boxers and positioned himself.

He slammed in, not giving her any time to adjust, she yelped. He felt his body heat up, muscles tight. Hers was already at it's peak, everything was sensitive, she was wet, and she was crying. He set a deep pace, hitting her cervix everytime, she moaned and whimpered, arching and shaking.

"Take it. My darling. You need this." He pressed down on her stomach, feeling the budge and himself moving, she came from that. Her back arching and her whining.

After 20 minutes he untied her and flipped her on her stomach, he held her down and slammed into her from behind. The room was filled with her cries and his grunts. He leaned down and bit her shoulder, then soothed the bite with his tongue. He felt her come again, her 3rd. Poor thing was so worked up she was like a faucet.

Suddenly he felt himself swelling, he grinned and pushed as deep as he could. The knot locked him in place, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and came in her. She whimpered quietly, exhausted. When he was done he patted her thigh. "Thats a good girl, well done." He said breathlessly. He flipped her on her back, when the knot deflated he stuck his fingers into her soaked cunt, he pulled them out and held them up to her mouth. "Open." He commanded. She immediately obeyed and tasted herself on his fingers. He massaged her stomach and thighs as she settled down, hiccuping and sniffling.

Dr. House has a resident to take care of. Does he want to? Absolutely not.

⊹Dr house x y/n resident, fluff, tension, mental disorder, disturbance⊹

"Oh my goooodd do I actually have to watch a resident? Thats insanely beneath me!" House complains, pacing back and forth in Cuddys office. Cuddy just crosses her arms and leans back in her office chair. "Well suck it up, House. The residents have to learn, you need to watch them."

After a couple minutes of arguing, House limped out of her office in frustration. He went to his office and there you were, the new resident. "So. You're the new inconvenience. Welcome." He says, voice deadpan and sarcastic.

You smile, trying to keep a friendly expression to keep a good impression. "Hi, I'm y/l/n. It's nice to meet you, Dr House."

"Is it though? Ive been told otherwise." He says, leaning against the desk. "Listen up, rookie. You stay quiet, out of my way, and don't do anything unless I tell you. Got it?"

You look at him in confusion but nod. "Okay." You respond softly.

The day went about as well as it can with House as your boss. He was unorthodox, weird, and has some sort of personality disorder. His bedside manner was horrible, but you didn't dare speak up. Everything had been going well for a few weeks, but one day you were assisting the doctors with a procedure.

"Alright Dr. L/n, would you please take out the object with the tweezers while we hold his eye open?" Foreman asks, holding the man's eye open. House watches from the chair in the corner. You reach over with the tweezers, carefully attempting to remove the foreign object. Suddenly, the man's eye grows in size, unnaturally. Your heart races but no one seems fazed by this. You blink and step back. Foreman lifts his head, "doctor? Whats wrong?" He asks. House perks up, studying your face.

"N-nothing, sorry I got nervous." You lie, there was a sharp pain in your head but you ignored it. You tried to ignore the freakishly, comically large eye and get the object out. You barely finish before leaving the room and letting the doctors handle the rest. House watches from his chair.

"I wonder why she bolted like that." Foreman says, wrapping up. House stands, cane touching the floor. "She's a resident, she's had to do something like this a thousand times, shes not nervous." He says, sighing. For once he wished his life wasn't so difficult.

House eventually found you having lunch in the cafeteria. He plopped down in the chair across from you.

"So. What was all that about?" He asks.

"What was what?" You ask, attempting to play dumb. He rolls his eyes, "dont, you know what I'm talking about. You've done eye stuff a million times, you weren't nervous. So what happened?"

You hesitate. "It was nothing, just got startled thats all."

"Right.. Startled." He says, clearly not believing your lie. "I'll find out what you're hiding. It's my gift." He says, his tone overflowing with sarcasm.

House was on you from that moment on, examining you, crowding, pressuring. At one moment he stuck his face right next to yours as you spoke with a patient, you made eye contact and slowly turned to Foreman, who just sighed in annoyance. House looked at the patient.

"Are you aware that shes a liar?" He asks. The patient looks between you in confusion. You turn to House. "I- what? No I'm not! What are you talking about?"

"You're clearly not nervous, you're a very confident doctor, just tell me what's wrong with you already!" House says, gripping his cane tighter.

"Nothing is wrong with me! Can I please treat this patient?" You ask, getting annoyed. This doctor sure was something..

"You know what?" House limps over and snatches the chart. "Liars dont get to treat patients." Foreman steps forward. "House what are you doing? Let the resident treat her paitent, dont be paranoid."

A few minutes later, Cuddy found House. "Why are you telling everybody that your resident is a liar?? You're making patients lose trust in her." She scolds, hands on her hips. "Because she is a liar, theres obviously something wrong with her but she doesn't show enough to figure it out." He says.

"Theres something wrong with 𝘺𝘰𝘶 House. She needs the experience, and needs to build trust with her paitents, you're preventing that." She says, disappointed.

"Im not preventing anything, there is something wrong with her and I'm trying to find out what!" He almost shouts. "I'll pay you 50 bucks if there nothing wrong with her."

"100." Cuddy says, crossing her arms.

"Fine."

"And no more calling her a liar, let her treat the paitents." She adds. House groans and leaves the room.

A couple weeks passed, you were doing well in your residency. You had many serious cases, and many disagreements with House. You were just like the others, unapproving of his methods. One night you were treating a paitent, gently changing his bandages. But suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing your throat. He got up and you both stumbled to the ground. The shades for the room were closed, nobody noticed, except for House, who was limping by. He dropped his cane and ran into the room,

"Someone get a sedative!" He shouts, a few nurses run in, everyone tries to get the violent paitent under control. Eventually they pull him off you, and House kneels down to help you. He touches your throat as you gasp for air and cough.

"You're okay, breathe." He helps you sit up

"Oh my go- ah-" you gasp, breathing heavily. A sharp pang rang through your head and you whinced in pain. You were escorted to a room, vitals and throat checked for anything bad. Cuddy tried to send you home, but you wanted the hours. So she had you stay in a quiet room to decompress. You rubbed your throat as you stared outside, watching the lit city.

House came in, sitting down across from you. "You gonna tell me whats wrong now?"

You just shoot him a glare, he rolls his eyes. "Fine."

There was silence for a moment before he spoke up, his voice a tad softer. "First violent paitent?" He asks, watching you.

"Yea.."

"Pretty scary huh? They can switch up real fast, not your fault." He leans back.

"Doctor..? Is it always gonna be like this?" You ask quietly, looking at him with worry.

"Violent paitents? Getting attacked? Not all the time, but not never. You'll always have nurses around to help out." His words were almost shockingly out of character.

"You? Giving a peptalk? Did I scare you or something?" You tease. He rolls his eyes, "dont get used to it, I'm only doing it because I saw how scared you were. What I really want is to know what. Is. Wrong. With. You."

You roll your eyes. "Can you get off my back please? Nothing is wrong okay? I get migraines sometimes."

"Migraines? Migraines dont cause you to physically step back in surprise."

"Can you please go? I dont need you harassing me about this!" You snap.

"Touchy much?"

"Go."

"Whatever."

He gets up and limps out of the room, leaving you alone.

A few days later you were dealing with a paitent alonside the nurses and House. Your head had been killing you all day, and unfortunately you'd neglected to take your migraine pills for a couple days.

The paitent was coughing up blood, then he started coughing up thick clots. Suddenly the man's hands grew 10 sizes, the room felt smaller, you backed up, suddenly his face felt lile it was inches from yours. You stumbled back and into a metal cart, knocking both it and you over. Everyone turned and stared, a few nurses rushed over to help. You scrambled to your feet and ran to the bathroom, or tried to. The area around you shifted in size, you felt too big, too small, time slowed. You made it to the bathroom and locked yourself in a stall, slumping against the wall, holding your head, and breathing fast.

After a few minutes, someone came in, someone with a cane. "Which stall are you in? I'm not bending down to check, that hurts." It was House. Not surprising.

"L-last one." You manage to get out. "Why are- are you in the woman's?"

House scoffs. "Actually, you're in the men's. I wouldn't sit on the floor, we're gross."

He stood outside the stall for a moment. "So what happened? What startled you so bad that you knocked over the cart?"

You wrapped your arms around your knees. "I.. It's nothing. Just had a panic attack."

"When will you stop lyinnggggg?" He whines in frustration. "Do I need to dissect your brain to find out whats wrong? Or are you going to tell me?"

"... I'm not going to tell you."

"So there is something wrong! I knew it. So is it neurological? Physical? Do you have a tumor?" He asks, his questions familiarly overwhelming.

"Yes, yes, and no. Maybe not." You finally answer, sick of him asking.

"Yes to neurological, yes to physical,and no maybe to tumor? So you don't know? You're undiagnosed then." He muses, trying to put together the pieces to solve this case.

The next morning you came to work, House had his whiteboard with things he observed about you. "Are you seriously this invested?" You ask. "It's just migraines."

"It is not, liar." He says, writing down 'pathological liar' on it. You roll your eyes, and look at the board.

Migraines

Panic attack

Sudden attacks

He was more perceptive than you thought, but underestimating him wasn't a good choice.

"Anything you'd like to add, y/n?" House asks, staring you down.

You look up at him. "Distortion."

"Distortion? Huh. Whats distorted? The room? You?" He asks. The other doctors stop and watch, curious.

"Both." You say softly and leave, going to your first patient.

"Both. Hm."

Cuddy and Cameron found House staring at the board at the end of his shift. Usually he liked to book it out of there ASAP.

"So? Did you find anything?" Cuddy asks.

"Alice in wonderland syndrome." House announces.

Cameron looks at him in confusion. "Alice in wonderland syndrome? What is that?"

"Its a neurological disorder that affects her perception. Those episodes she's been having were her world distorting."

"You cant be serious, that condition is insanely rare and usually affects kids." Cuddy says, not believing him.

"Yes but, she has migraines. Severe migraines can trigger episodes, that or a stroke. It's rare, but she has it and shes hiding it." He explains.

"Okay well, why is she hiding it? Its treatable." Cameron asks. "She's hiding it because it sounds insane to a doctor that isn't me. Imagine going to your doctor and saying that the world gets bigger and smaller, time slows, time speeds up. They'll just send you to a psychiatrist." House says, standing up. "She hasn't left yet, I'm going to go talk to her."

You were on your break when House approached you, he looked down at you. "Alice in wonderland syndrome?" He asks.

You look up at him in surprise. "Yea.. How'd-"

"Dont underestimate me, young Padawan. Why aren't you telling anyone?" He asks.

"Im treating it. Migraine meds. I take them, I dont have episodes." You explain.

"Yes but something could be causing that migraine, have you been scanned?"

"Yes obvis..bly.." Your words start to slur unnaturally. "Ob... sily.."

House immediately looks alarmed. "Y/n??"

You become unfocused, he acts immediately, calling for help. "Nurses!!! She's having a stroke! Get her on the bed and Foreman here!"

You soon got very popular, nurses and doctors crowding you. Everything was slow, blurry, and distorted.

♡obsessed Castiel can't comprehend personal space♡ oneshot

𓆩castiel x y/n - 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑙, 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙, 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉 𓆪

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

I stood silently behind her, watching as she hummed to the song in her headphones. Y/n was a beautiful human, I adored her. To me, she was someone that I'd fight all forces of heaven and earth for, she was the only one I want and would ever chose. I stood there for 5 minutes before she caught a glimpse of me and jumped, startled.

"Cas! How long were you there!?" She half shrieked. I just moved closer, "5 minutes and 27 seconds."

She frowned and glared at me, she was very amusing when she was angry at me. "You should've made yourself known, jerk."

I step even closer, looking down at her. She was beautiful up close, I could hear her heartbeat, which I've accidentally memorized. Her thoughts, which were always scrambled but seemed to be focused on me when I was around. "I apologize, my dear. Next time I will make myself known."

She stares up at me, that adorable frustrated expression relaxing passively. "Cas? We talked about this.. you're too close." She said softly, her voice was beautiful, unique, something I want to hear everyday of my life.

I step back an inch, my hands going to her waist. "I apologize. I cant help it, I need to be near you."

A smile spreads across her face, I almost lose it. "Its okay, Cas. But if you're worried about me, I'm fine, okay?" She leans in and kisses my nose. I exhale deeply. 𝑆𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡. I think to myself.

"Im aware that you are 'fine', but I prefer watching over you just in case." I lift a hand and brush the backs of my fingers over her cheek. She melts immediately, smiling happily and looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. We stay like this for a long moment before I step away to give her her space. "Are your brothers coming back today?" I ask.

"No, they said their hunt got a little complicated so they're staying another night." She explains. I watch her come up to me, arms wrapping around my neck. "We should do something, like go to the bar."

"The bar is a dangerous place for you." I say softly, looking down at her with soft intensity. She gives me an eye roll, "so? You can be my bodyguard or something."

I tilt my head. "You need me to guard your body?"

She just laughs softly, fingers threading through my hair. "You're funny. I mean like you can stay close and watch over me, basically what you already do." I think for a moment, calculating all the scenarios. "I suppose. Just do not leave my side." She beams happily.

We went to a nearby bar, it was quiet with chatter, small, but reeked of alcohol and cigarettes that stung my nose. I persisted, this is what she wants, and I won't deny her pleasure. I watch carefully as she orders drinks, for herself. I keep track of every cup, every person in this bar. I need to know that shes safe and no one is plotting against her. An hour in, my human is drunk. She was a different kind of creature when she was intoxicated.

"Casssssssiee! Come- come with me t9 the bathroom, I- I dont wanna be alone." She slurs. I follow her to the bathroom, ignoring the looks. I guard the door from the inside while she does her business. She mumbles about whatever her mind isn't filtering anymore. "Cassie? Did ya know I like... that I like you?"

I let out a huff of amusement. "I am very aware, my dear." I say softly.

She finishes up and stumbles to the sink. She stops and frowns. I pick up on her sudden disappointment. "What is wrong?" She looks at me with teary eyes. "Cassie... It's the worst thing ever.." I tense up, ready to fight. "Theres no soap."

I stop, confused for a moment. "Theres.. No soap?" She nods, about to cry over some cleansing solution. I hesitate, this wasn't a scenario that I imagined for tonight. "Would you like me to go get some?" I ask slowly. She just nods and sniffles. I fly away quickly and pick up some lavender scented soap. I set it infront of her on the sink, her body inches away from mine. "Is this better?" I say softly near her ear. She nods, relaxing and finally washing her hands.

We ended the night with me flying her home, she was the only Winchester sibling with a home, it was small, a cabin, but it was hers and she was proud of it. I lay her on the bed and she starts to touch my wings. I let her, because I couldn't refuse such a precious girl.

"You're so pretty, Cassie.." She mumbles, on the verge of passing out. I kiss her neck softly and whisper in her ear. "Would you like me to put you in your night clothes?" She just hums and nods. I go over to the dresser and grab some shorts with a tank top, her usual. I softly and gently undress her, she giggles softly, her eyes almost closed. I run my hands down her middle, her skin was incredibly soft. She watches me with those half-lidded drunken eyes. I clothe her and lay down, pulling her under my arm like she likes. She snuggles close, holding onto my coat.

A few weeks later.

I sat in a chair, watching her intensely, she was dancing to some song. She looked absolutely beautiful, so innocent and carefree. I was hesitating to make her mine, perhaps I should ask Dean for advice, maybe she doesn't even want me like that. I spot Dean outside, working on his car. I get up and immediately hear her voice. "Where are you going, baby?" She asks, looking at me curiously. I step close and kiss her softly. "To talk to Dean outside, I'll be back." She smiles and I leave the cabin.

"Hey there, Cas." Dean greets, his hands smeared with grease. "Whats up?"

I stare at him for a moment, sorting my words. "I want to make your sister my mate."

Dean almost chokes.

"What!? Your 'mate'? The hell does that mean?"

I frown, I should've worded it differently. "I want to make Y/n mine. 'Marry her' as you humans would say."

He relaxes just a little. "Oh.. Coulda said that from the start. But why are you askin me?" I just cross my arms. "I do not know how to bring this up to her." He just chuckles and pats my shoulder. "She ain't complicated, feathers, go up to her, ask her, if she says yes then you're golden."

I think over his advice. For days. I laid in bed, my precious girl tucked under my wing. I watch her for a long time, listening to her heart, predicting the sound of the beat that will come next. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟? It seemed impossible somehow. Unfortunately all my thinking led me to lose track of her.

"𝐶𝑎𝑠! 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒!" Her voice echoed in my mind, I immediately tensed, she was in danger, she needed me. I flew to where her plea came from. I found her curled up against a brick wall, bleeding, clutching her ribs, panting, 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑.

𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗥𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲. Thats all I could see and feel. Who were they? That didn't matter. She was hurt. And they were the cause. I turned to face them. Demons, of course. Filthy creatures.

I summoned my angel blade, they summoned theirs. I glared a deadly glare at them, the next thing these animals were about to find out is how merciless an angel could be.

I made quick work of them and immediately went to y/ns side. She was shaking and immediately clung to me.

"Why are you here by yourself? What happened?" I asked, alarmed but trying to stay calm. She started to cry, I froze.

"I-im sorry! I.. I saw something suspicious here b-but I didnt think that I would get hurt!" She explained. I sighed and lifted her into my arms, I flew us back to the cabin.

I laid her on the couch and scanned her body, she was so badly hurt. I clenched my fist before taking a breath to calm down. I had been so distracted, if I had made her mine sooner this wouldn't have happened. I healed her and cupped her face.

"Its alright, y/n, you're safe now." I kissed her deeply, regretting ever leaving her side.

That thought. Mating.

I looked down at her, eyes intense. "Y/n. I need to ask you something."

"What is it?" She responded softly.

"Will you be mine? My mate?" I ask, I rarely ever feel nervous, but right now was the most Ive ever felt. I watch her eyes widen and a sparkle appear. She shoots up, accidentally slamming her face into mine. I recoil as she yelps.

"Ow! Shit! I'm so sorry!" She says, rubbing her nose, her eyes watering out of instinct. "Cas, I'm so sorry-" I gently touch her nose, brushing the pain away with a smile. "It's alright."

"So is that a yes?" I ask. She smiles back and hugs me tightly. "Yes!! Obviously! I dunno what took you so long!"

I smile and squeeze her tight, I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling. Vanilla, cherry, hair oil. She smelt incredible.

"So do we like get married like a wedding or what?" She asks, wondering how an angel would marry a human.

"Well.. Angels dont usually mate, so we dont have a tradition. But Id like to make one, if that is alright." I say softly, brushing back some of her hair. She smiles and kisses my cheek, "whatever you want, baby."

So I made up a mating ritual, I had to think on it first, but I sorted everything out.

The small cut at the base of my throat quickly healed, I held the bottle with some of my grace in front of her. "Here. This is my grace, I want you to drink it."

She glances between the bottle and me, "drink..it..?" She looked confused and worried. "Yes, it'll be alright it doesn't have a taste."

I watch her drink it, my grace was hers now, I could always feel her, see her, know her. I put my hand on her heart and chanted a few bonding words in enochian. Then I kissed her. I kissed her like I was starved, which I was, she had my grace. I pulled her close, my wings flaring behind me, I feel her hands thread through my feathers and I shudder. I kiss her neck and rub her waist with my thumb. She was mine, I was entirely hers, I could protect her even more now.

Over the next few days I spent every moment right by her side, apparently I was too close because she kept asking me to back up. One night I pressed up behind her, my hands splayed across her hips. She huffed in frustration. "Cas, baby, I love you but I need some personal space."

Castiel x Winchester oc

Fluff, and some very minor spicy scenes

Part 2

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"It is not safe here."

He flies me back home to Bobby's. We appear in my room, very close. I look up at him. "You really scared me, Cas. I didn't know who you were."

He looks down at me with a frown. "I apologize, Melody. I did not mean to scare you, I only wanted to protect you."

"Protect me from what? Whos hunting me?" I ask softly. His eyes lock onto mine, Ive never paid close attention to his eyes... They were gorgeous.

"I do not know that yet, but I know that you need to stay here, where it is safe." Cas says, his voice calm but authoritative. I frown, I didn't want to stay in the house hiding out from something. He noticed my frown and stepped closer. "Melody.. I want to keep you safe, thats all."

I look back up at him, he was only a few inches away, the air felt heavy. "Cas..? I-is it heavy in here?" I ask, I felt like there was weight on every side of me. His brows furrow but then I see it click. "I apologize, those are my eyes."

I raise a brow, "your eyes?"

"Yes. I just summoned them to watch you, but I didn't account for you feeling them."

I look around, nothing.

"Cas what eyes? I can't see anything." I say in confusion. He suddenly raises his hand and covers my eyes. I feel something warm, when he takes his hand away the first thing I see are bright blue eyes, everywhere. Then his wings, black, large. I gasp and step back, he immediately looks concerned.

"Melody, wait. It's alright, it's just me." He says, trying to calm me down.

"Make my eyes go back!" I say in a panic. He frowns in disappointment but obliges. He places his hand over my eyes and removes it a few seconds later. I blink, everything back to normal.

"Are you alright?" Cas asks softly.

I hug him tightly. "Dont do that again.."

A couple years later.

I knew he was watching me, the weight of his eyes was a very obvious sign.

"Cas."

He appears are my bedside.

"Yes, my dear?"

"You're watching me again."

"Yes I am. After the stunt you pulled on the last hunt I cannot be too careful." He looks down at me, arms crossed.

"It wasn't a stunt." I huff. "I saved us didn't I?"

"At the cost of your health." He says firmly.

I roll my eyes. Cas sighed and leaned closer.

"Melody, dont you understand that I want to keep you safe?" He brushes some hair away from my face. I give him the silent treatment. Castiel and I had grown so close since he came back, we were practically soul mates. I loved him, and I think he loved me even more.

"Actually, Id like to do something, so you cant get possessed and everyone will know who's watching over you."

"What are you going to do?" I ask quietly.

"Same thing I did to Sam and Dean when I didnt want any angel to find them. I engraved some symbols into their ribs." He explains casually, like he wasn't trying to brand me.

"You're gonna carve some stupid words into my ribs? Are you crazy? Thats gonna hurt." I glare up at him. He just subtly lays me back.

"I promise I'll distract you."

My cheeks heat up as he climbs over me.

"Cas?"

"Shh, it's alright, just breathe." He says softly into my ear before giving it a kiss. I squirm a little, his hand moves under my shirt and up my stomach to my ribs.

"Cas I'm scared.." I whisper nervously. I feel his lips kissing up my neck.

"I know. Just try to think about me. It'll all be okay."

I feel a sharp pain, he masks it with a deep kiss. I whimper and shift, his hand on my ribs presses me down. I try to keep my breathing even, but all I could think about was his hands on me and his lips on my neck.

It was a blur, then he removed his hands and cupped my face. "See?" He said, thumb brushing over my lips. "Its done now."

I swallow and let out a shaky breath. "What.. What did you put..?" I ask hesitantly.

His expression darkens and he leans down to my ear, his lips right up against it. "A few words in Enochian.. So that every other angel knows that this human.." His hand drifts down to my shirt and slides under. "Is mine."

I swallow and look into his eyes, he's become more possesive since we got closer. And I couldn't say I didn't like it, I just wasn't used to it at all.

"Cas..?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"Can you.. kiss me again?"

He softens and leans down, capturing my lips in a deep and loving kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, his hold onto me tightly. I feel a light nip on my lip and I smile. I run my hands through his messy hair, he moves to my neck, gently kissing and sucking.

"I love you, Cas. You're my favorite."

He lifts his head, looking into my eyes.

"You're my everything."

A Cas x Winchester oc fic

Part 1 maybe?

First time on this app so pls don't come for me :)

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"Mel? Dads gonna be late again, what do you want for dinner?"

I turn around to face Dean, I smile a little, "can I have Mac n cheese? Pretty please?"

Dean sighs dramatically, "Mel, you had it yesterday and the day before. Aint you tired of it?"

Sammy perked up from where he was playing on the bed, "I want Mac n cheese too! Please, Dean??"

Sammy and I give our big brother the puppy eyes, it usually works 90% of the time. Dean glares at us for a minute before sighing and turning to make the meal. I grin at Sammy and he grins back. We go to sit at the table, Sammy makes room for his imaginary friend named Sully, Dean didn't like Sully, he called him a "dumbass". Sammy yelled at him for it.

Dean watched us eat, he looked at the chair that Sammy pulled up for Sully, then he looked at me.

"So, kiddo... Hows um.. How that angel friend of yours? You still talking to him?"

I look up at him with a big smile. "Yea! He went back to heaven to do some very super important angel stuff."

"Oh did he? Maybe tell him not to come back or sum." Dean huffs. My smile falters a little but I go back to eating.

The next morning

I was drawing with chalk outside the motel room, a pretty rainbow, Cas, and a puppy. I heard the flutter of wings and I immediately turned. "Cassie!!! You're back!"

Kind blue eyes stared down at me, Castiel was kneeling beside me, looking down at my drawing and I. "Yes, I am. Hello, Melody."

I beam and point to my drawings, "look! I drew you, do you like it?"

His head tilts as he studies the drawing, he smiles softly and nods. "Its beautiful, Melody."

Castiel was my favorite person aside from my brothers, he was always there when I needed him, and when daddy yelled at us.

Dean and Sammy were asleep, but I called Cas quietly. He appeared in front of me. "Yes, Melody?"

I look up at him, sleepy with a smile on my face. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." "Can you protect my big brothers? Especially Dean, I love him so much, he takes such good care of us when daddy's gone."

Cas stares down at me quietly. "Yes. I will. Dont worry about them, they will be safe. Now go to sleep."

A couple days later

I was holding one of daddy's guns, nobody noticed until daddy turned around and his eyes went wide. "Melody what the hell is wrong with you!" He snatched the gun and turned on Dean. "You're supposed to be watching her! What good are you if you cant do your job?"

Daddy turned back to me with that scary look he gets, I shrink. "Mel. I told you a million times not to touch my goddamn stuff! Are you stupid or something?"

I frown and look down at the floor, trying not to cry, daddy got madder when we cried. After he left I curled up in the corner, Cas kneeled down in front of me while I cried.

"A-am I stupid, Cassie?" I ask quietly

"No, never, Melody." He says softly. "You're a very smart girl, you're young and still learning. He's just an angry and tired man."

I hug him tightly, burying my face in his shoulder. I feel his hand on my back, gently rubbing. I sniffle. "I love you Cassie..."

The next morning I was playing outside while Dean and daddy packed the car, Cas was watching me quietly. I look up at Cas and smile. "Can I marry you?"

He blinks in surprise but then smiles softly. "Unfortunately no, Melody. I love you too, but you'll find a good human boy to marry."

I pout. He chuckles and pats my head. "Dont be mad at me, Melody. You'll understand when you're older."

"But I wannnaaa." I whine, giving him puppy eyes. He just keeps smiling, "I apologize, Melody. You know that wont work on me."

I outgrew Cas after I turned 12, Dean and dad were glad that I forgot my "imaginary" friend. I started living with Bobby after I turned 13, dad didn't want to deal me, he'd rather have my brothers. Bobby was a better father than John could ever be, I loved Bobby with all my heart.

A couple weeks after Dean came back to life, we stood in Bobbys office and someone appeared in the room. Everything jerked a little, startled by the appearance. "Who the hell is that?" Bobby said, reaching for his gun.

"Bobby wait." Dean said, holding up his hands. "Thats Castiel, he's the angel that pulled me out of hell."

I turned at the name. That stirred something buried in me. The angel was already looking at me. My eyes widen.

"Cas..?"

Dean and Sam turn to look at me in confusion. "You know him?" Sam asks.

I take a couple steps closer to Cas, it really was him...

"Yea he... He was my angel, back when I was like 6."

Deans face goes blank for a whole minute.

"Are you seriously telling me that his man RIGHT HERE is your goddamn imaginary friend!?"

I nod. "I told you all, you never believed me."

Dean started to pace around, hands on his head. "All those times. All those damn times." He whips around. "You're an angel! Why were you wasting time playing imaginary

Cas just looks at him, not an expression on his face. "She was a child, praying for a friend. So I came."

Deans face softened, and he looked at me. I looked away.

Now that Cas was back, I spent every minute that I could catching up. He was the same as he ever was. We sat outside on the porch, my head resting on his shoulder.

"Remember when I asked to marry you?" I said, recalling that little memory. Cas smiled and looked down at me. "I do. You were very hopeful that I'd say yes."

"Im still mad you said no, we could've been amazing."

"Melody, you were 7."

"I meant like later in life, obviously."

I look up at him, then smile and laugh. His arm tightened around me. "I missed you, Cas... I'm sorry for forgetting you."

"Its alright."

I loved my angel

A couple months later, it was pouring and I was trying to get home. I passed by an alley when I felt myself get snatched, I panicked and a hand pressed over my mouth. We went up against a wall. I turned to try and look but they beat me to it.

"Quiet, Melody, dont make a sound."

It was Cas. I had no idea what was going on but I did know that I had a heart attack. We see a shadowy figure pass by, but all I could think about was his arm around my waist, his hand on my mouth, and his breathing in my ear. He let's go after the figure is gone. I turn and notice that he was still holding my arm. "Cas, whats happening?" I ask quietly.

He looks down at me, pure calculation on his face. "You're being hunted, Melody. It is not safe here."