Anon requested: “Can I get a Stiles x fem!reader imagine where she shows Stiles her witch powers for the first time please?”
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Apologies for the delay!
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Y/n was bent over the spellbook, getting ready to add the next ingredient to her potion when a voice from behind interrupted her.
“Y/n?” Whipping around to face the owner of the voice, y/n saw her boyfriend standing in the doorway with a bag of takeout. He wasn’t supposed to be here until eight! She glanced over at the clock-yep, it was past eight.
“Uh...This isn’t what it looks like?” Stiles tilted his head to see past y/n.
“Are you doing magic?” Okay, apparently it was what it looked like.
“I can explain.” The two day down and y/n told Stiles everything, how her family was descended from witches, how the power was passed down from generation to generation. When she finished her explanation, Stiles was silent for a moment before his inquisitive nature took over.
“So...you’re a witch and you’ve been using your powers to help people?”
Y/n nodded her head. “Just little things. Good luck charms, healing elixirs, protective wards, stuff like that.”
“So you’re like Merlin!” The deadpan expression on y/n’s face was her response.
“Out of everything I just told you, all you got out of that was I’m like some old dude?” Stiles shrugged, grabbing the takeout bag and pulling out some food.
“You gotta admit, it’s pretty cool.” Y/n thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, it is kinda cool.”
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So this is a sequel to the Teen Wolf December Special for How To Be A Heartbreaker, so it’s better if you read that one before this. Enjoy!
Warning: Explicit language
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“So you said his scent was...sweet? How is that bad?” Derek shook his head, trying to explain what he had smelled about the teenager.
“It was too sweet. Like something went rotten.” Deaton had his arms crossed in front of him, processing what Derek was telling him against the information he knew. Nothing was clicking off the top of his head, making him think the older werewolf was being paranoid.
“I see. And you said his eyes were glowing? Are you sure it wasn’t the lights in the store?”
“I’m sure. He—” Stiles cut Derek off before he could finish speaking.
“He made us think we had crushes on him!” Deaton raised an eyebrow, not seeing the problem in Stiles’ words.
“...Are you sure that you all don’t actually have a crush on him?” Stiles threw his hands up in the air irritatedly. He was making a point and he was the only one seeing it!
“There’s too much coincidence! We all are acting normal, dude makes skin-to-skin contact and bam! It like you can’t take your eyes off of him.” This statement now caught the veterinarian’s attention.
“Wait, skin-to-skin contact? Why didn’t you mention that before?” Deaton stood up and went to his office, returning with a leatherbound book. He started flipping through the pages and stopped, pointing to a picture of a beautiful looking woman. “A succubus. It’s a supernatural being that seduces then feeds off of the life force of its victims.”
The werewolves and human gathered around the table, studying the picture until Isaac pointed out a slight flaw in Deaton’s logic.
“That’s great Deaton, but isn’t a succubus a...y’know...a female?” The vet nodded, a frown written across his features.
“That’s what troubles me. An incubus can’t use physical touch to attract or drain a victim, everything about them is psychic. It makes them significantly weaker, but gives them an advantage of not having to get too close to their chosen target.” Deaton shook his head in frustration. There wasn’t any way that the kid, y/n, should have powers like a succubus. The group fell silent, trying to think up a good reason for y/n to have these powers.
It was Stiles who broke the group’s silence. “Maybe they’re trans?” Everyone gave Stiles a look, and he shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. “It’s always a possibility...”
Scott just nodded half-heartedly. “We’ll keep that in mind. For now, we corner y/n and get some answers.”
“How?” Everyone gathered round to come up with a plan while Deaton went to start closing up the clinic. He could hear the ideas each pack member had, and honestly each one sounded terrible. Sometimes he wished he had listened to his mother and became a priest.
Meanwhile the pack members were drawing blanks on a plan. None of them seemed like a good plan. Then Theo stepped forward, a slight grin on his face.
“I’ve got a plan.”
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Scott scowled and glanced towards the school, where the other members of the group were hiding. Of course they chose him as bait.
“This is a terrible plan.” Stiles was watching his best friend from his hiding spot, trying to keep an eye out for any freaky seduction-magic teenagers.
Derek glared at the human to quiet him. “Shut up and keep an eye out for him.” Isaac grabbed his arm and brought his attention back to Scott.
“There he is! Get ready!” And there was y/n, walking out to the school parking lot after leaving detention. Scott saw him and approached, ready to run if y/n tried to touch his bare skin.
“Hey y/n!” Y/n turned in surprise, an easy smile crossing his face when he saw Scott approaching.
“Oh! Hi Scott. What’s up?”
“Nothing, I was just about to practice for lacrosse. Wanna come?” Y/n shifted on his feet awkwardly.
“I’d love to, but I’ve got a family thing going on today. Maybe later?” A hand went to brush a bug away from Scott’s arm, one slight brush catching his bare forearm. It was barely a touch, but it was just enough to make Scott lose his focus.
“I-um-yeah! We can do later! What time?” Y/n smiled.
“How about—” A loud shout cut y/n off and startled Scott back to reality.
“NOW!” Isaac and Theo tackled y/n, making sure he couldn’t touch them through the layers of clothes they wore as protective gear.
“What the—get off of me!” Stiles and Derek ran up with a pair of handcuffs, successfully cuffing together y/n’s wrists. “What the fuck are you people doing?!?!”
Derek checked on Scott and Isaac scoffed at the question. “It’s more what you’re doing. So what are you, some kind of mutant succubus?” A blank look crossed y/n’s face.
“...What?” Theo huffed and growled at the cuffed teenager, taking a step towards him. Y/n tried to scramble away but Isaac stopped him.
“Oh c’mon! Don’t play dumb, we know what you are!” Y/n looked like he really had no clue what the hell they were talking about.
“Incredibly confused and gay?” Stiles was starting to think that y/n truly had zero clues about what he was. This wasn’t good.
“Uh, Derek? I think he has no idea what we’re talking about.”
Y/n rolled his eyes. “Well geez, how long did it take you to figure that out?” Derek knelt down beside the teenager.
“Look, you aren’t human. You can seduce people with a touch and your eyes glow.” Eyes widening, y/n’s face took on a shocked expression.
“Holy shit.”
“What?”
“You’re all fucking insane!”
“Let him go. We should probably get him to Deaton so he can help figure this out.” Y/n shook his head and tried to escape the handcuffs.
“What makes you think I’m going with you?” Theo nearly groaned at the other teen. Why couldn’t they just kidnap him?
“Tell me you aren’t so oblivious that people like you so much.” Giving up on the handcuffs, y/n let out a small huff.
“...Fine. But if I want to leave, you let me leave.”
Scott nodded and took the keys from Stiles. “Deal.”
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Yeah, that bit about Deaton being a priest was a Walking Dead reference. His actor plays the priest Gabriel.
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Imagine being a rare supernatural, and Peter wants you in his pack.
Anon requested: “May I please request a Peter Hale x male reader story where reader is a rare and powerful supernatural creature Peter wants in his pack”
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“I’m sorry, you’re a what?” The disbelief in Peter’s tone made y/n sigh. Out of all the members of the Beacon Hills pack, he would have expected that Peter would believe him. Sure his kind were rare, but that didn’t mean they were extinct!
“A phoenix. And here I thought you were the one who paid attention.” The werewolf shook his head. Of course he was paying attention, but what y/n claimed was impossible.
“Phoenixes don’t exist. Their an actual myth, like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster.”
Y/n raised his hands and gestured to himself. “Well I’m standing here right now.” Sure he hadn’t done anything to prove he was the firebird, but Peter has never shown y/n his werewolf side. That didn’t mean he didn’t believe Peter.
Peter crossed his arms over his chest. “That doesn’t prove anything.”
Y/n threw his hands up in the air. “So what do you want me to do? Incinerate someone with a touch?”
“I want you to tell me what you really are! A phoenix is an immortal bird that has fire powers. You’re a man!” Was he really so stubborn? Now y/n just wanted to show him up.
“Fine. Follow me outside.” Peter and y/n walked outside, headed for a wide open space. After making sure that no one was around, y/n took a deep breath and held his arms out to his sides. It took Peter a moment to see the smoke beginning to rise up from y/n. The moment he noticed it, y/n burst into flames.
“Holy—!” The flames moved in around y/n, and soon he was lost in the fiery vortex. Suddenly the fire died out and where y/n had been was a magnificent bird, feathers shining in various hues of red and gold. The bird flapped it’s wings and took off into the night sky, flames trailing behind where it flew.
Peter watched the firebird. “You really are a phoenix.” He said under his breath. This changed quite a bit. He needed y/n in his pack now.
Who else could claim that their pack had a legendary immortal bird?
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Imagine the Mikaelson’s rescue you, not knowing that you’re a banshee.
For an anon, sorry again that my box deleted your request!: The Mikaelson family and fem!banshee reader. Reader is able to kill an Original, causing them to be kidnapped by the witches and tortured to become a weapon against the Mikaelsons. They are rescued and thought to be human, until the reader is forced to use their powers.
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Reader is meant as a teenager, but it could be read as older.
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Warning: torture, slight gore/blood (not a lot but it’s there), death, violence, and abuse (I think it counts but I’m not 100% sure so warning just in case).
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Y/n was just going to come out and say it; witches could be bitches when they really wanted something.
Not that she had anything against them, in fact she knew a good lot of them that were downright sweet. But like any good thing there was a bad side. In this case it happened to be a crazy witch coven that kidnapped, gagged, and blindfolded y/n, then locked her in a dark room that smelled like damp earth.
Today had started off like any other day for y/n; wake up, get moving on the road, maybe catch a free meal somewhere, and keep moving. Y/n had been a runaway ever since her parents had died in a house fire, and she refused to live with her godparents. Maybe once upon a time they would have been good parents, but time and a lifetime of mistakes had warped them into some not so pleasant people.
So she had packed a small bag and ran, no idea where she was headed or what she was going to do. Now she was in New Orleans, with no money and chained up by her wrists in someone’s basement.
Speak of the devil—The door to the basement opened, and y/n heard several people come down the rickety stairs. All she could hear was hushed whispering.
The first hit came as a surprise and caused her to scream loudly, barely muffled by the gag in her mouth. Blow after blow rained down on her back, tearing the back of y/n’s shirt and cutting her skin. Eventually the torture stopped, and a hand gripped y/n’s chin and ungagged her mouth.
The cool blade of a knife pressed against her throat. “Scream, and I will make sure no noise comes from your throat ever again.” Y/n could tell that however was holding the blade to her throat meant business by the tone of their voice. They wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if she did something they didn’t like.
“What do you want?”
“Don’t play dumb. We know what you are, banshee.” That wasn’t good. Only one person in the world knew about y/n being a banshee, and they were technically dead.
“So what? I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You see, you have a unique ability; you can kill an Original.” The room was silent, and y/n wasn’t sure if she should pretend to act important or if she should say something. She went with option two.
“...Am I supposed to know what that is?”
The leader sighed and began to explain. “The Originals were the first vampires ever created. Not only that, but they’re keeping all the witches of New Orleans under their thumbs.”
Another voice jumped into the conversation. “They’re also a bunch of self righteous bastards.” There were several shushing noises from around the room, and the leader began speaking again.
“How much pain you go through before you work with us is up to you little one. I’ll ask you nicely now; will you help us?” Y/n took a few seconds to consider the question in her head before teenage rebellion took over common sense.
“Fuck you.”
“I see. Gag her again.” The gag went back into y/n’s mouth, and there was a moments pause before the flogging started again. Y/n twisted and writhed in pain, trying to escape from the hard blows tearing into her skin. Several times the whipping would stop, and the leader would ask her if she was ready to work with them.
Finally the ringleader became annoyed at the constant denial. “Harder. Teach the brat a lesson in defying me.” Whoever was beating y/n obeyed. Y/n’s screaming cracked, her throat dry and sore from overuse. Her eyes became half-lidded and began to close.
The last thing y/n heard was a loud crash and screaming.
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When y/n woke up, she was in a rather lavish bedroom with the sun streaming in through the partially open window. That was strange enough, but there was also a toddler sitting on the bed beside her. Y/n locked eyes with the child, wondering if she had finally gone mad.
A voice interrupted the staring contest that y/n was having with the child. “Glad to see you’re awake.” The owner of the voice was standing in the doorway of what appeared to be a connected bathroom. She was a rather pretty woman with blonde hair.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Rebekah. And this little cutie,” Rebekah tickled the toddler on the stomach, causing them to giggle “Is Hope. Why don’t you tell me your name?” Y/n debated in her head whether to give the lady her real name, then decided to. If Rebekah really wanted to hurt her then y/n probably wouldn’t have been in such a nice room or left with a small child.
“It’s y/n.”
“Just y/n?”
“Just y/n.”
Rebekah smiled in amusement. “Alright then, ‘Just y/n’. How are you feeling? You took quite the beating.”
“In all honesty , I feel like I got hit with a truck.” This drew a laugh from the older woman.
“I see. Do you think you can walk around? The rest of the family wants to meet with you.” Y/n nodded her head. She didn’t feel completely like an overused punching bag, but she certainly wouldn’t be running any marathons any time soon. Besides she was curious about who the ‘rest of the family’ was.
“I think so.”
“Good. Up you get.” The blonde woman picked up Hope and stood to let y/n off the bed, close enough to catch her if y/n began to fall. Y/n managed to stand up without falling, wobbling just a little. Rebekah guided her outside of the room, steering her towards a room with a large dining table.
Inside the room were four men, all watching as the three females walked into the room. The dark skinned male smiled at Rebekah, who sat y/n down in a chair and then took a seat for herself. Hope was trying to wriggle her way to a man with dark blond hair.
“Everyone, this is y/n. Y/n, these are my brothers Elijah, Kol, and Klaus. And this is Marcel.” Each man nodded or gave a small wave at the sound of their name. Klaus took Hope in his arms and began speaking to y/n.
“Well! Now that we have a chance to talk with you, we want to know a few things. Namely why a group of witches were using you as torture practice.” Y/n knew she’d have to be careful about what she said. She didn’t want everyone to know she was a banshee just yet.
“They wanted my help with something.”
Elijah leaned forward, clasping his hands in front of him. “Which was?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know...something about killing someone?” Kol rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. Marcel glared at him, then turned to y/n and spoke with a gentle tone.
“Did they mention any names?” Y/n could tell that he was trying to be nice and avoid stressing her out, which she appreciated.
“Not that I can remember.” Which was technically true. The witches hadn’t called anyone by name.
Klaus was about to speak when he was cut off with a loud crash of breaking glass. Everyone ducked to avoid the shards, and Kol took a look out the broken window.
He cursed and ducked as a chunk of earth flew at the space his head had been. “Witches. I told you we should have rounded up the stragglers!”
Elijah grabbed a chair and broke of the legs, giving himself makeshift clubs. “Argue later, we’re in the middle of a situation!” Him and Kol rushes out to meet the intruders while Klaus handed Hope to Rebekah.
“Rebekah, Marcel, take y/n and Hope somewhere safe!” The two vampires jumped into action, Rebekah took Hope while Marcel helped y/n up out off the ground.
“Come on you two, let’s get moving.” The four moved towards the back of the house, slipping out the back door. They were halfway across the back yard when an invisible brute force sent Marcel flying.
“Marcel!” Rebekah rushed over to the fallen vampire, Hope still in her arms and beginning to let out aggravated sobs.
The caster of the spell stepped forward, a cold grin across her face. “Hello again little brat. How about you come with us and nobody gets hurt?” It was the owner of the voice in the basement, the one y/n had deemed the leader of the group.
Y/n raised her hands up, trying to keep the witch focused on her. “Don’t hurt them, please. They haven’t done anything to you.”
“Oh my darling girl, you have no idea what they can do, what they have done. Now come with me.”
“I’m not going with you. I’m leaving, you won’t see me again and you don’t need to hurt anybody.” The lead witch shook her head.
“Not what I wanted to hear.” She raised a hand to cast another spell, and y/n decided in that moment to scream.
A scream louder than any human could ever hope to produce ripped its way out of y/n’s throat. Marcel and Rebekah covered their and Hope’s ears, not directly in the way of the scream but still close enough to catch some of the volume behind it.
The lead witch wasn’t so lucky. She caught the full force of the scream. After only a few moments she began to scream too, the sound lost under the noise of the banshee scream. The blood vessels in her eyes began to pop, the blood dripping down like macabre mascara. The witch collapsed to the ground, all life gone from her body.
It took y/n several seconds to end her scream, falling to her knees from the sudden lightheaded feeling. A hand grabbed her shoulder, and she heard several voices yelling all at once. Y/n wasn’t focused on what they were saying; she felt exhausted and sick, all the yelling was making her head hurt, and the world around her seemed to be spinning.
For the second time in two days, y/n fainted.
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Anon requested: “Can you do a male reader imagine that follows the song how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds with some guys from teen wolf”
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Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun
But baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run
Rule number two, just don't get attached to
Somebody you could lose
So le-let me tell you
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“Hey Scott!” Scott McCall turned around to see y/n l/n walking towards him. The teen caught him by the elbow, accidentally shocking Scott. Was it just him, or was y/n...really pretty?
“Hey y/n!” The other male was holding a binder in one hand with a paper on top. He started to talk and Scott zoned out. God those lips were pretty...
“Glad I caught up to you, I was hoping to have a chat about the homework Ms. Garder assigned. I don’t think I really understand it.” Y/n waited for an answer, but receiving none he waved a hand in front of Scott’s eyes. “Hey, are you still there?” Scott jerked and shook his head a little.
“Uh-yeah! We can totally talk about it.”
“Great! Catch you after school!” Y/n didn’t let Scott protest as he walked off.
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This is how to be a heartbreaker
Boys they like a little danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger
A player, singing I lo-lo-love you
How to be a heartbreaker
Boys they like the look of danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger
A player, singing I lo-lo-love you
At least I think I do
'Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you
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Issac was waiting for Scott to get out of the school when he saw y/n. The boy was walking out of the building with Scott, and Scott seemed like he was trying to impress the other guy.
“Hey Scotty, did you forget we had plans or were you ‘busy’ with other stuff?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had plans! Scott was helping me with some homework stuff, I didn’t know he had someone waiting on him!” The boy lightly touched Issac’s hand and a jolt traveled up Issac’s arm.
“It’s...it’s cool. Did you need a ride or something? It looks like it’s about to rain.”
“If you could give me a ride to the gas station, I need to grab some stuff.”
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Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek
But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat
Rule number four, gotta be looking pure
Kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more, more
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Stiles had been walking out of the gas station when y/n ran into him. The other caught himself on Stiles’ arm, shocking him a little.
“Oh hey, are you okay?” Stiles blinked and looked at him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t I know you?”
“I’m y/n. We’re in the same bio class.”
“Right, right. So...come here often?” Y/n smiled a little at the line, but answered.
“Not really. I kinda live far out of town so coming here is the equivalent of me going to Costco or something.” Stiles laughed. Y/n was handsome and funny, both things he liked.
“Well, since you live so far away why don’t you let me give you a ride?” Y/n nodded, and soon the two were riding out towards the woods, chatting and laughing.
“Stop here.” Stiles stopped the car by a rotting old house. Y/n grabbed his backpack and exited the car, kissing Stiles’ cheek.
“Thanks for the ride!”
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This is how to be a heartbreaker
Boys they like a little danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger
A player, singing I lo-lo-love you
How to be a heartbreaker
Boys they like the look of danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger
A player, singing I lo-lo-love you
At least I think I do
'Cause I lo-lo-love you
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Out jogging early on Saturday, Theo met another guy on the usually empty jogging path. The boy was ahead of him and jogging just fast enough that Theo stayed behind him.
“Hey!” The boy slowed, then stopped. Theo came up to him, holding out his hand.
“My name’s Theo. I didn’t think anyone else knew about this running path.” The other male shook his hand, and Theo jumped a little at the shock.
“Y/n. I just moved in here, and I needed a place to run. Nice to meet you Theo.” His name sounded so nice coming from y/n’s lips.
“You live around here?” Y/n nodded.
“Yeah. I actually have to get going now, but it was nice to meet you Theo. Catch you later!” With that, y/n started running back up the path, deeper into the woods.
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Girls, we do, whatever it will take
'Cause girls don't want, we don't want our hearts to break in two
So it's better to be fake, can't risk losing
In love again, ba-abe
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Derek went out to get some (much needed) groceries and had reached for the same egg carton as the other male. There was a little tingle where there hands touched.
“My bad, I didn’t see your hand there.”
“No it’s fine, you grabbed them first.” The boy smiled at him.
“I’m y/n, and you are?”
“Derek Hale. Nice to meet you.” Y/n was handsome, with a pleasant voice and his scent-
-it smelled sickly sweet, too sweet to be human. Derek took another look at the younger’s eyes, noting the faint pinkish-red glow emanating from them.
Y/n seemed to notice his staring and grabbed the eggs, leaving Derek alone in the aisle. Derek made a mental note to talk to Deaton about this, another supernatural being was the last thing he wanted to deal with. Even if they were sorta cute.
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Pairing: Supernatural!Reader x Dean. Supernatural!Reader x Charlie and Jess (friendship)
Word count: 4421
This is Part Thirteen and final part in the Don’t you worry child series. Read Part one (Heaven has a plan for you),Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, and Part Twelve.
Holy junk guys! This part.. phew. I decided instead of breaking it into two parts to just keep it as one large piece. I loved this story so much, it was a bit hard to end it. I still love it and feel good with it’s final draft. :) ENJOY!
Don’t You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia
Dawn by Nick Gill
Dean’s arms tightened around Y/n as she turned over. A soft smile appeared from his low groan. Waking up still in bed with him was a small miracle. A part of her truly believed that it had all been a dream but she was actually home in Dean’s arms. It wasn’t over but this was a victory that she could dwell on, at least for tonight.
A tap at the window made her tense up and the second louder tap brought her head jerking up from her pillow. She peered into the darkness towards the window but there was barely any light coming from outside. A floorboard in front of the window creaked and a tingling wave of goosebumps rushed up her arms.
She reached for her night stand without turning her gaze from the window. Her hand pawed around for the gun she had placed there earlier that night. “Dean.” She whispered. When he didn’t move, she hissed a bit louder and pushed on his chest. “Dean.”
The tingling sensation spread to her shoulder blades and an icy touch joined it before slinking down her spine. Her hand finally grasped the gun and she jumped up from the bed. She inched her way towards the window feeling every ounce of instinct blazing a trail of urgency across her skin.
“There’s my little MVP.”
The familiar voice behind her made her breath catch in her throat. She took a second to compose herself before turning around. “What the hell do you want?”
He sat on her side of the bed, right next to Dean. He was looking at Dean’s sleeping form with the greedy gaze of a predator. “I know you interfered.” His yellow eyes snapped up to hers. “Just like mommy.”
She clenched her teeth trying to quell the rise he was trying to force out of her. “It’s not going to work. He’s sigiled up. You won’t find him.”
He flashed a smile that looked more like a hungry taunt to lowly prey. “I don’t need him. I’ve got my winner. I know I’ll see you soon. You’re both smart. It’s why you two were my favorite.”
She lifted the gun but too late realized it was gone. She tilted her head finally realizing what was going on, and then flicked her brows up. “I bet you say that to all the good ones.”
His eyes lit up, clearly enjoying her control. “Nope. Just you. Not that you’ll believe me.” He stood up and stalked towards her with that stomach curdling smile. She glanced at the door but knew that even if she tried to move her feet, they wouldn’t comply. He had gotten stronger somehow gaining more control in this dreamscape. He stopped in front of her, the look in his eyes confirming her thought. He leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear. “See you soon, sweetheart.”
She bit down on her tongue as hard as she could and sprang up in her bed. She was covered in a cold sweat and glanced at the window. Soft blue light bathed the floor and she released a shaky breath.
She heard Dean’s soft snore beside her and looked down. Her hand smoothed across his jaw as a battle waged inside her mind. One side of her hoping he would wake to comfort her while the other side did not want to disturb his sleep for something as silly as a nightmare. The latter won out.
She eased off the bed and left the room. With light feet, she headed to the kitchen and stopped short in the doorway. Sam sat at the table with his head in his hands.
“Hey Sam. How ya doing?” She continued into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet.
He brought his head up and a tense smile surfaced. “Tired. You?” His forehead got that old crease in it as he watched her move to the fridge. She grabbed a carton of orange juice and headed to the table. She placed one glass down in front of him and filled it. His mouth became a tight line while staring at the orange liquid. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” She sipped from her glass and the image of the demon’s face from her dream flashed in front of her eyes. His words were whispering just at the edge of her mind. See you soon, Sweetheart. The pure enjoyment written all over his face as he taunted her made her skin crawl and she gripped the glass a bit tighter.
“Did the..” Sam cleared his throat, “do you know if the demon did anything to you?”
She looked up at him and caught the nervous ticks she had learned so long ago. “What do you mean? What is it?”
Sam’s gaze dropped from hers for a moment before coming back. His brow was furrowed and he kept playing with his glass. “The demon showed me something while I was there. Something from when I was a baby, from the night it killed my mom.”
She reached out and grasped his hand. “Sam..”
His Adam’s apple bobbed and he dragged a hand down his face. “He put blood in my mouth, I was a baby.. there was nothing I could..” Sam shook his head and turned away but she caught the confused and angry look there.
“Sam, it’s okay. It.. doesn’t mean anything.”
His gaze shot back to hers. “Are you saying you have it too?”
She shook her head with a frown. “No. I.. wondered.. but the best Pam and I could come up with is that I’m protected somehow. That’s why the demon couldn’t follow my family when they moved. Pam can see an aura around me.” She could read the question mark on his face and shrugged. “It’s the best way she could describe it. But Sam, that.. what the demon did.. it was to track you. Nothing more.”
“How can you know that?” The fear in his eyes reached down to her very core and twisted.
“Why do you think the demon was picky? He could have just chosen the first fifty or hundred babies born that year but he sought out specific ones. Remember Rosie? The little girl you saved from him?” His brow rose, “you talked to her mother, I saw it. Her mother told you something and I could see it on your face that you knew about the children.”
He thought for a moment and then his eyes widened. “She said it was like Rosie could read her mind.”
“Because she’s special like us.” She squeezed his hand. “That blood was to track you and maybe try to control you somewhere down the road. It doesn’t change you.” They stared at each other quietly for a moment. “We’re going to end this.”
The tear slipped down his cheek and he swiped it away. His gaze dropped again but this time when it returned, a small smile graced his face. He suddenly looked lighter than when she had come in and the slight relief washed over her almost immediately. “You’re such a know it all.”
She laughed. “I learned from the best.” She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped, a smile playing at her lips. She wanted to steer away from the demon and get Sam’s mind onto something else before it went right back to his deep seated fear. “How are you and Jess?”
He blushed. “We’re good. It’s just.. it was a terrifying thought that I could have been the reason she died.”
“But she didn’t and she’s pretty damn good at protecting herself now.” She smirked.
He chuckled, “yeah. You transformed my girlfriend into G.I. Jane.”
“Ah, we prefer to think more along the lines of say.. Mockingbird.”
Sam shook his head, “you got her reading your comic books too?”
She sighed dramatically and propped her chin on her hand. “Charlie and I tried, we did, but she’s more of a novel kinda chick and I respect that.”
The smile that came to his face before he laughed reminded her so much of the boy she used to play games with as a child. The boy she made up coded messages with just to pass the time because they were so bored hanging around the junk yard. She remembered a time when she so desperately wanted that time back. She may not be able to turn back time but she would do everything possible to find that happiness again. Not just for her but that boy who had such big dreams all those years ago.
~~
A few hours later, everyone was awake and convened in the kitchen drawn by the smells of the breakfast and lunch foods that Sam and Y/n had scrapped together by what they could find. It wasn’t much but the coffee alone made the atmosphere seem brighter. Conversation was easy and had yet to turn to the problem they all knew would soon be the center of everything. It was an unspoken agreement to let it be for just a moment, so they could enjoy the fact that they were alive and together.
Charlie and Sam were in the middle of a slightly heated debate about research parameters when there was a knock at the door. Bobby, Jess, and Dean pulled guns and pointed them at the door while Sam, Y/n, and Charlie turned toward the sound.
Y/n stood and started for the door. Dean hissed, “what the hell are you doing?”
Y/n rolled her eyes, “I’m going to jump out the door so they have a hostage. Obviously.” She glanced out of the small window and sighed, “it’s Ellen.” She could hear safety switches snap into place and Bobby de-cock the hammer of his revolver. She opened the door and pulled Ellen into a warm embrace. “It’s so good to see you.”
Ellen joined the group in the kitchen where Bobby had pulled out his holy water and whiskey. Once she passed the test, the real conversation started. Ellen told the whole sordid tale of her last minutes at the roadhouse and what Ash had left for them.
After thirty minutes of speculating and searching old books, Bobby found the answers to the riddle of Ash’s marked map of Wyoming in an old book about Samuel Colt. Finally, they had the big picture or at least most of it. What exactly the demon was trying to release was the big question but no one wanted to know the answer.
“So, we take out Jake before he can get in.” Jess shrugged. “Easy.”
“It’s a one hundred square mile demon’s trap, Jess. We have no idea where he’ll enter.” Charlie said as she rubbed at her temples.
“Our only shot will be waiting for him right here.” Y/n pressed her finger into the very center of the trap on the map. “Ellen and I will go in with the guys and hide among the tombstones. We’ll find some high ground for Jess to perch with Charlie.”
Dean bristled, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go.”
Y/n spun around to face Dean. “Like hell I’m not!”
He stepped towards her with his hand jutting out to the side. “He’s been searching for you..”
Charlie interrupted him with a raised brow, wide eyes, and her hands up in surrender. “Yeah, I tried that. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”
Dean glanced at Charlie and then his hard gaze came back to Y/n. “I don’t think you should go.” He turned to Bobby, “give me some back up here.”
A few arguing voices broke out.
“You really think..”
“Not gonna happen..”
“This isn’t just..”
Y/n raised her voice above the noise as she stared directly at Dean. “Do you know how long I’ve been watching Sam die?”
The room dropped into a tense silence and Y/n continued. “I didn’t even understand it at first because I was so young. You know how many years I watched you fall apart and do something stupid to save him? You start something big that I’ve never been able to see completely and I hoped that meant we could change it because the line of events wasn’t set. That son of a bitch messed with my life too many damn times and I am going to be there to either kill him or watch him die. And no one is going to stop me!” She watched him for a moment, and then stormed from the room. A few seconds later, the front door slammed.
Jess’s brow rose when Dean turned to her. “Smooth.”
“I tried to tell you, dude.” Charlie gave him a sad smile.
“She’s always been strong, Bobby but damn if I didn’t know how strong. You have to give her that.” Ellen tossed a glance in Bobby’s direction before focusing back on the map.
“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that the demon still wants her?” Dean threw his arms out to his sides and stared at Bobby who shook his head and turned his gaze to the map without a word.
“He wants me too, Dean.” Sam said wearily.
Dean turned his frustrated gaze to his brother. “You can stay too.”
“Not happening.” Sam stared back, unmoved.
“Yes, I got that already. Thank you.” Dean leaned against the kitchen wall and crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze kept flicking to the front door.
Jess touched his arm and his eyes moved to her. “You should let her cool off. You’re not going to get anywhere with her right now.” Jess gave him a small smile before moving back next to Sam at the table looking over the map.
~~
Eleven hours later, Jess finished setting up her rifle and looked through her scope. “I still don’t like being so far away.”
Charlie scanned the edges of the cemetery through her binoculars. “Too many people down there could create more chaos than order. You know that.
She huffed, “still doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“I’m not super jazzed about being in a freaking cemetery in the dark and the whole being here around and after midnight thing. Everything bad in cemeteries happens at midnight, everyone knows that.” Jess touched her arm gently and Charlie put down the binoculars. “Sorry.”
Jess chuckled, “who says that?”
Charlie looked down at her binoculars. “Everyone.. and all the horror movies that have cemeteries in them.”
Jess smiled, “I’ll protect you from the ghosts.”
“It’s not the ghosts I’m worried about.”
Jess patted her arm and looked back through the scope. They fell quiet as they watched the perimeter for the soldier that had tried to kill Sam.
“Northeast corner. I’m pretty sure it’s him.” Charlie whispered.
“Why are you whispering?” Jess eased her rifle toward the northeast and tracked Jake’s movement into the cemetery. “What’s that building?”
Charlie looked through the binoculars then down to the detailed map she printed out of the cemetery. “It’s a mausoleum.”
“Did anyone notice the markings on the door?”
“What?” Charlie played with the dials on her binoculars. “Shit.”
Jess jerked her face away from the scope and hissed. “Damnit, what the hell?”
“What is it?”
“Did you see that light?” Jess tried opening her eyes but the burning sensation increased forcing her to squeeze them shut again. She groaned and rubbed the heels of her hands over her eyes.
Charlie lifted her binoculars at arms length and noticed the bright light right away. “I think it knows we’re here. That light is surrounding Jake. I can’t see him anymore.”
“Shit.” Jess tried blinking and rubbed her eyes again. “We need to move. If something happens we need to be close enough to shoot without the scope.”
“I don’t know if we’ll have time.”
“Why?”
“Because Dean and Y/n have already shown themselves.”
“Shit! Come on.” Jess grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulders, her eyes still stinging and watering. Then picked up her rifle and started taking apart the stand from memory as she moved towards the cemetery. “I need your eyes, C.”
Charlie quickly grabbed up her bag and jogged to Jess’s side. “I got ya.”
They got to the outer fence of the cemetery and Charlie helped Jess over it. “How’s your sight?”
“Getting better, just a little blurry.” Jess peered towards the mausoleum. “Where did..” Her words were cut off as a wall of air slammed into them knocking them off their feet.
Jess and Charlie pushed up into a sitting position. Jess squinted and asked, “do you see more than black fuzzy clouds?”
“Umm, yeah. I see black smoky clouds. Does that mean..”
Jess pushed off the ground, “we need to shut it down now!” She threw her hand out for Charlie who grabbed it and Jess hauled her up. They both took off for the door.
Just before they hit the door, they heard Y/n scream. “Dean!”
Jess and Charlie hit the door and pushed alongside Sam. Ellen moved to the other door beside Bobby and Jess caught the look on Sam’s face. She knew Y/n and Dean were not in a good position. “Go Sam. We’ve got this!”
Sam pressed a kiss to her lips and ran off.
Charlie dug her feet in and pushed. “How the hell are we going to get this shut?”
“Just keep pushing!” Bobby yelled.
Jess turned around and pressed her back into the door. She dug her heels into the ground and pushed with her legs. She tried to stay focused on the door even though she had to see what was happening with Sam, Y/n, and Dean. She forced herself to stay on the door when she saw the yellow eyed demon holding them stiff as boards without even a touch. Then suddenly, someone started to materialize behind him. “Holy shit.”
“What?” Charlie turned her head to look at Jess, “it’s not zombies, is it? Please don’t tell me it’s zombies!”
Bobby and Ellen shared a baffled glance.
Jess spoke in awe, “it’s John.”
“What?!” Bobby and Ellen yelled in unison.
The doors pushed out and all four refocused on the task and dug in their feet as they pressed against the two hunks of steel. The pressure against the doors seemed to slack off and they gained the ground back quickly. The door finally shut and they all spun around.
John Winchester stood in front of his sons and Y/n. The yellow eyed demon was on the ground with smoke streaming up from his chest. John’s image started to flicker and then disappeared completely in a burst of light.
“They did it. We did it!” Charlie cheered. Bobby, Ellen, and Jess turned to her and she shrugged, “what? So, I get jittery when I’m excited and there’s a whole junk ton of adrenaline buzzing through me right now.”
Jess chuckled and threw her arm around the red head’s shoulders, pulling her against her side. “Me too, C. Me too.”
~~
The next day, the seven of them were sitting together in a small town diner near the motel they crashed at. Three tables were pushed together to fit the light hearted group. They ordered lunch and conversation bounced around the tables as they waited for their food.
Y/n was sitting quietly taking in the faces around her. The atmosphere was downright jovial and she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. For the first time in a long time, nothing seemed to weigh heavy on her or anyone for that matter. Finally feeling free seemed to be putting it mildly as she looked around at the carefree nature of the whole scene.
Their food came relatively quickly and Y/n was pulled back to last night while she ate. John had stood in front of them with such a look of pride on his face. He had looked at Dean and Sam with a smile that took her breath away. Her chest tightened and she thought of her own father, the look on his face the last time she saw him.
Then John surprised her by looking right into her eyes and giving her almost the very same smile only his held a bit of sadness. His voice whispered, “take care of my boys.” But his mouth never moved and when she glanced at Sam and Dean she knew they didn’t hear. She looked back at John and had to turn away because of the bright light.
Ellen’s voice brought her out of her memory. “Well, I need to meet up with Jo tomorrow so I have to hit the road. I’ll see you kids around.”
Everyone said goodbye to Ellen and Bobby walked her out.
“So what do we do now?” Charlie tapped her spoon against her empty soup bowl.
“Whatever we want, I guess.” Y/n said as she connected with her friend’s gaze then saw the approaching waitress over her shoulder. She smiled, “but for right now, we’re making up for all the birthdays we missed.”
The waitress placed the pie and small cake on the table. Dean’s face fell slack as he stared at the pie. His gaze snapped up to Y/n’s, “you got me pie?”
She leaned in with a smirk and curled her finger indicating for him to move closer. He leaned in and she said, “pecan pie.”
He pressed his lips to hers surprising not only her but the rest of the table’s occupants who whooped, clapped, and chuckled.
“Get it girl!” Jess and Charlie said together and laughed.
Sam leaned back in his chair, “more like get a room.”
Dean broke the kiss but ignored the onlookers. “We already did that.”
Y/n stared into Dean’s eyes as the other three continued their chatter. “Maybe we can do it more often now though.”
Dean wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh, I plan to.”
Y/n blushed as she realized what he meant but then a surge of confidence swept through her. “I’ll hold you to that.”
~~
August, 10th 2007
There’s a lot that was taken from me in one way or another because of this gift but I believe my parents knew that I would do great things. They had to be the ones that put whatever protections on me and they did everything possible to keep me safe and to screw up the demon’s plans while they were at it.
It hurts knowing that just because I was given this ability that my family had to suffer, that I had to suffer, but I can’t outright hate it. I can’t say I would want to take it all away simply because then I never would have met the people that mean the world to me.
It reminds me of something my mother said to me once. Although, I can’t tell if it was a dream or a memory since I don’t have a very clear picture of it. I was little and I was crying, I don’t know exactly why but I know I was hurt. My mother appeared in front of me, kneeling in an off white sun dress with her hair in loose curls. Her hands brushed my cheeks and the warmth surprised me. I jumped into her arms and her laughter was musical and soothing; it made everything else disappear.
Her hands brushed trough my hair and she whispered, “it’s all about the choices we make, my love. Things will always happen, some good and some bad, but it’s your choices that determine how it affects your life. Promise me you’ll always remember to make the choices that give you the best possible chance to be happy. Don’t let anyone take that away from you.”
I told her I promised even though I wonder if I truly understood at the time. But now, I know everything that has happened has led me here and I’m thankful.
I could wail against all the terrible things and never let it go- and there was a time where I would do just that and probably sink into my own misfortunes so much that I would lose myself- but now I know better. I know that I’d miss the beauty, love, and friendship that surround me every day. There will always be another storm but I refuse to let it take my happiness. I owe that to my mother and myself.
Is it perfect? Well, perfection is subjective. Is it normal? I think everyone’s normal is a little bit different. It has been a long, crazy ass road but I finally have a daily life that is so normal, it is breathtaking. Am I happy?
“Y/n?”
“In here!” She answered and looked toward the door.
Dean jumped into the doorway with a large grin and excitement practically spilling from his pores. “I think I figured out that dream.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, witches in Nebraska. One of the deaths sounds like it was ripped right from your dream.”
“Well then, I guess we’ve got a case.”
He strolled over and kissed her. “I’ll grab our go bags. Jess and Charlie are already getting stuff together and Sam’s getting the witch stuff.”
“Hmm, so you came and got me last?”
“Well, you did a lot already and I wanted time to do this.” He pressed her gently down to the bed and lowered himself to her. Their lips met and moved together in a slow rhythm that lit up every nerve in her core.
“Mmmm. I love your plans.” She whispered against his lips. “But if we keep going we’re not going to make it out of this room in any sensible amount of time.”
He dropped his head into the crook of her neck and groaned. “I think you do that to me on purpose. Put ideas in my head.”
“Gotta keep you on your toes.” She chuckled, “besides you were the one that pushed me down on the bed.”
Dean got up and pulled her back into her seated position. “So.. get.. Stuff together. To go.”
She chuckled, “you’re way too cute where you’re all hot and bothered.”
His face screwed up. “Cute? I’ll show you cute.”
She held up her hand, “ah ah. Go bag. Get stuff together, remember?”
He brandished his finger at her. “We are getting our own hotel room this time. I don’t care if we have to go to a different hotel.” He walked out of the room without looking back.
She picked up her journal and smiled. “Exactly the normal I’ve always dreamed of.”
