#freebullets

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3903787/chapters/10269129

Seth leaned down to take his hand, pulling the tall man up to lean against his side. “Head towards the medic,” Wade said quietly. Seth swallowed but obeyed, accepting Wade’s arm over his shoulder and leading them past the crowd and towards the back of the warehouse.

“Eugh,” Wade grunted, pulling away from Seth as soon as they were out of sight of the crowd. “That hurts my pride, it does. Letting a child like you take me out.”

In an authoritarian society managed by the Authcon, Val just wants to do his job and make a living. Except, his wings keep falling out, he's being followed, and the bodies continue piling up. 

https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3260769/1/Fugue

Dean + Seth, T. An obscure AU. (WESTERN. I’m so sorry. I just really wanted an excuse to use sarsaparilla bc i looked up how to spell it like 5 years ago and still haven’t written anything using it.)

“Now I need ya’ to put your hands up where I can see ‘em, friend,” Seth drawled, grin lighting his stubbled face. They said he couldn’t do it, but look at him now. He had the most infamous bank robber in the West right at his fingertips. “No sudden movements, now!”

“I ain’t recalled us ever bein’ friends, partner,” the man replied, turning around slowly. He wore the smuggest grin Seth had ever laid eyes on, a piece of cloth with holes poked for the eyes wrapped around the top half of his face.

“Dean Ambrose,” Seth sneered. “You’re gonna’ make me a rich man.”

“I don’t know,” Dean said, dragging his eyes from Seth’s well-oiled boots to his well-oiled hair, “you look like you’ve been doin’ pretty fine on your own. What do you want little old me for?”

“By the authority vested in me as a deputy of this town–”

“Hold on, now,” Dean said, “you mean you ain’t even the sheriff?”

Seth’s cheeks darkened in anger and embarrassment. “I’ll have you know I’m first in line to be sheriff when old H retires!”

“But still not sheriff now,” Dean smiled. “Well ain’t that sweet, me gettin’ caught out by a reg’lar deputy.”

“This reg’lar deputy is gonna’ put a bullet in you if you don’t shut your mouth,” Seth growled. “Now keep those hands where I can see ‘em.” Pistol drawn and cocked, he approached Dean slowly. He’d heard rumors of how dangerous the man was, and he wasn’t taking any chances. 

“You know where a guy can get a sarsaparilla around here?” Dean asked, seemingly unconcerned. “I’ve had me a hankerin’ for one.”

“No sarsaparilla where you’re goin,’” Seth said. “Now hold your hands out in front.”

Dean did as asked, holding his wrists limply in front of him. “You know, me and this saloon girl out of Waco once re-enacted a scenario much like this one.”

“Oh yeah?” Seth said, pulling a length of rope from his belt. “Well I guess I’m lucky she didn’t shoot you, otherwise I’da lost out on the reward.” 

“Yup,” Dean nodded sagely, “and I’da lost out on this.” Lurching forward with a surprisingly long reach, he wrenched Seth’s pistol hand and pulled him forward, spinning them both around to where Seth was wrapped in Dean’s arms, both of Dean’s hands on Seth’s crossed wrists. “You really want that reward so bad when you got the warm body right here in front of you?” he winked.

“You let go’a me right now, you thievin’ coot!” Seth yelled, struggling to pull his arms from Dean’s grasp.

“Or what?” Dean laughed. “You’ll arrest me? Well gosh, deputy, I ain’t never heard that one a’fore.” He tightened the hand around Seth’s pistol wrist, squeezing until Seth was forced to drop the gun, and kicked it away after it had clattered to the floor. “Now maybe we can talk like civilized folk,” Dean said, cautiously loosening his hold. 

“Ambrose!” Seth growled, jerking out of Dean’s grip.

“Or not…Ah, well…Until next time, deputy,” Dean tipped his hat, then at a sprint dove for the window, sending glass shattering in all direction. 

the lord is testing me. i made it another kayfabe Shield fic bc i am trash. it’s very short. remember that u asked for this.

Dean + Roman, L. A Stolen Kiss…(kinda)

“No,” Dean said, catching Roman’s arm as he made to jump into the ring. “We have to let him do this on his own.” 

Roman growled softly, deep from his chest, as he stepped away, nodding. 

They both winced as Seth’s head was slammed into a turnbuckle. Repeatedly.

Oohhh. Dean + Roman, M. When it rains/snows/storms. Again, kayfabe. Hope this hits at least some kinda spot. <3. 

“Shit,” Roman muttered, leaning forward to glance at the sky through the windshield. The few droplets that had started half an hour ago had become a full-fledged thunderstorm, and he could barely see the road through the torrent and the heavy clouds that blocked what remained of the day’s sunlight.

“Huh?” Dean muttered sleepily, pulling down the cap that he had settled over his face. “Problem?”

Cry Havoc, Chapter 15

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, grip tightening to force Seth to look at him. “And you don’t feel anything else, now? You don’t feel something more than that?” He lowered his voice. “You think this is a lie?” He moved his free hand to trace the bruising along Seth’s eye, expression pained.