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this is the character iâll be using for the thunderbolts* found family fic im working on, so i figured its about time i actually post about her
âŹïž read more for very long winded explanations of her powers, backstory, etc :))
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT HER SHE IS VERY SPECIAL 2 ME </3
powers: can cause strong vibrations able to cause earthquakes, throw opponents off balance, obstruct othersâ powers, and interfere with electrical signals. she recently discovered that if she concentrates her vibrations strongly enough around an object she can move it in the air (effectively telekinesis but cooler ok? ok.). she has trouble controlling this aspect of her powers. she can bring down a building without breaking a sweat but struggles to lift a training dummy.
side effects: the main drawback to her powers is that she is constantly shaky. she physically canât sit perfectly still and struggles with tasks that require dexterity or fine motor skills, like stitching wounds or aiming a gun. she also has chronic soreness, especially in her arms and hands, and has suffered severe migraines when she has pushed her powers to their limits.
appearance: medium length auburn hair, amber eyes, toned curvy build, approx. 5â8â (in my head)
backstory (tw: vague descriptions of medical torture): in the 1980s, after her mother passed away giving birth to her little brother teddy, amber and him found a home in the church they went to when they were young, before everything went sideways.
one day, when amber was 19, she signed onto a medical trial that promised to pay any volunteers a pretty penny for taking part in what was described as a ârenewal process.â needing the money for her brother and for her churchâwhich had slowly become run down and in need of some extra fundingâamber agreed to the trial and was taken away to a dingy laboratory.
she was not the perfect candidate for whatever medical trial she signed up for. she had piercings, she wasnât sober, she had a tattoo, she was feisty, she was young. she was not the mature, cooperative clean slate that they were supposedly looking for. but the man who oversaw the whole experiment, the man who would eventually create the tech that would revive amberâs soon-to-be-dead body, he was infatuated with her. he was obsessed with her. his colleagues and assistants discouraged amber as a candidate, unsure of how her âtaintedâ body would react to the experiments. but the man insisted. said it had to be her.
there, they proceeded to straight up murder her by lethal injection, then started to experiment on her for years. after they initially killed her, amber was caught in a torturous loop of waking up, being gruesomely experimented on and having random shit injected into her, her body rejecting it and them having to extract whatever they put in her, going to sleep for years, then waking up and having to do it all again.
the cycle persisted for decades until finally, in 2017, they brought her back to life by injecting microscopic nano-machinery into her bloodstream. the only problem was the nanobots are powered by movement, so they are in a constant state of vibration, giving amber her powers and a kickass immune system.
after waking up feeling like she was being rattled around like a maraca, and subsequently destroying the entire lab, amber felt she couldnât return home. after all, she just woke up in the future and immediately destroyed a building by mistake. so she turns to a life of vigilantism, trying to use her powers for good. she takes up the alias âtremorâ, has a few run-ins with daredevil, survives the snap but quits her vigilantism during the blip, then gets picked up by valentina and joins the thunderbolts, and now weâre here BOOM
She was one of the first characters I ever came up with. Sheâs the first friend Jordan makes in her new school and her love interest. Most things that there are to say are said in the pic already, so I hope you enjoy! Of course her design might change over time but so far I really like it. Pink, blue, and yellow is such a cute color combo I love it so much! Youâve probably seen me use it a bunch, especially when drawing my persona. Wow I just realized I havenât drawn myself in a while.
I wonder, does anyone else have OCâs they only really draw traditionally? I have a little OC universe thatâs kind of fleshed out as well as another OC all in the sketchbook I take to school and stuff. Theyâre the first OCâs Iâve ever shown my friends, I think. Maybe I could draw them on my iPad or scan the pictures to show on here? They look good and I wanna show them but idk.
Ok, I might try to post 1 character from the lineup every day but THAT IS NOT A PROMISE I have a bad history with promising consistent content and stuff, especially since I tend to get art block a relative amount. I also might get busy but Iâll definitely try!
hope you have an amazing day or night, and if not I hope things get better for you soon! Byeeeeeeee â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâșïž
Summary: Casey gets threatened with death, but gets to leave with Crowley, so it's fine.
Tags: teen!oc, gn!oc, superpowered!oc, Winchesters being assholes, Castiel being the voice of reason, Dean pissing himself, demon dogs, crying
Sam told me to sit down on the couch and not move. Of course, I didnât move. He was shoving a fucking angel blade in my face. He looked so angry, and his anger didnât simmer when he saw my scared shitless face. It didnât even simmer when Dean and Castiel came into the room.
âThey're a monster, Dean,â Sam told his brother right as he entered the room. Dean didnât look angry. He just looked disappointed.
The older brother sighed, âGuess I really do have to kill them.â
âNo!â Castiel and Crowley yelled out.
I would have protested too, but I was so fucking scared. Itâs no fun being on the bad side of the Winchesters. For the first time since this whole thing started, I really just wanted to go home. The only thing that was scary back at home was grades. No one was trying to kill me there.
âWhat do you mean no?â Samâs head snapped to Castiel, âThis is what we agreed on.â
âYou canât kill them,â Castiel moved so his body was blocking mine, âI wonât let you.â
âNeither will I, by the way,â Crowley stepped up next to Cas, âTheyâre special. They're not just some low-level demon that Iâll allow you to kill off.â
âSo, theyâre a demon?â Dean asked.
âI donât know,â Crowly responded honestly.
Well, that was really reassuring. The fucking King of Hell couldnât figure out what I was, the Winchester brothers wanted to kill me, and I was freaking out. It was too fucking early for the shit.
âThey are not a demon,â Castiel finally decided to say something, âThey are not a monster. They are, however, something very powerful-â
âMore of a reason to kill them!â
âDo not interrupt me, Dean,â Dean looked taken aback, but stayed quiet, âThey may be powerful, but they donât know how to use this power. They are as harmful as a paper cut. They are also a child. You will not kill someone that is innocent just because they have powers that they werenât aware of.â
âYouâre telling me they didnât know!â It was Sam this time that yelled.
Castiel stayed calm, âNo, they didnât know. Look how scared they are.â
The angel moved over slightly so the brothers could get a good look at me. I donât remember when it happened, but tears were now on my face. I was trying to make myself as small as possible as if that would keep me safe, and, again, I had no idea what was going on. They could probably see it in my eyes.
Castiel was now fully back in front of me and I was grateful. Not to sound like a broken record, but I was so fucking scared. I looked over to Crowley and saw he was already looking at me. If I wasnât hallucinating, it looked like the demon felt bad.
â...so weâre not going to kill them,â Castiel was still talking, âWe can take them somewhere else, but weâre not killing them.â
I heard huffs of agreement before Castiel moved from in front of me. I saw Sam and it looked like he felt pretty guilty for almost shanking me. He couldnât meet my eyes. Dean just stared at me like he was expecting me to do something bad any second.
Crowley didnât move from his spot in front of me. I didnât mind, but I think others had something to say about it.
âWhy are you still standing there?â Dean asked. His eyes were accusatory.
âThe dog is in front of me,â Crowley stated casually.
âWhat dog? Thereâs no dog, Crowley.â
âOh, squirrel,â the demon smirked, âItâs a demon dog,â Dean took a huge step back and almost tripped on his own feet, âYou of all people should know that theyâre invisible.â
âWhyâŠâ Dean's face looked as white as a sheet, âWhy is there a demon dog in the bunker?â
âCasey asked.â
Deanâs eyes snapped to me. Really? Did Crowley really have to throw me under the bus like that? Right after they agreed not to kill me? Dean looked too scared to be mad, but he still tried.Â
âI was curious,â I mumbled.
âJ-just get it out of here!â Dean squeaked.
I frowned. One of those big frowns that looks cartoonish.
âCrowley?â I started.
âYes, child?â
âCould you please make Steven leave?â
âSteven?â Crowley lifted his eyebrow in amusement.
âYes, Steven. Steven the demon dog. The right-hand man of the King of Hell himself,â I snorted and then started laughing hysterically. I started laughing so hard that more tears ran down my cheeks. Not because of fear this time, but because I named a fucking real-life demon dog Steven.
âCasey is in shock,â Castiel stated.
âYeahâŠâ Sam muttered guiltily.Â
Crowley took out his whistle after staring at me like I was crazy and blew. I felt fur brush across my ankles before the demon said that the demon dog was gone.Â
âNow,â Crowley said, âI think it would be best if I took them.â
Sam and Dean looked like they were about to protest, but Crowley gave them the âtalk to the handâ.
âFrom what I saw, you canât keep them safe. If anything, you two idiots would be the ones to kill them, and I will not let that happen. So,â Crowley wiped nonexistent lint from his suit jacket, âThey should come with me.â
âCas?â the old brother asked the angel.
âFor now,â Castiel took a breath, âI agree with Crowley.â
âGreat! Now go get your stuff, child.â Crowley waved his hand in the general direction of the bedrooms. The thing is, Iâd never been to my room before. Remember? I slept on the fucking couch.
âI, um, donât know where my room is,â I twiddled my thumbs.
âRight, these pigs made you sleep on the couch,â the King of Hell sneered.
âWe didnât-â
âI found them asleep on the couch. You made them sleep on the couch,â Crowley snapped.
âI will lead you to your room. You can get your clothes,â Castiel offered.
There was no chance in hell that I was gonna get more clothes like the ones I had on. I would rather sever my fingers with a plastic knife before wearing these rags. Seriously, who picked these abominations?
âIf clothes are all I need to get from there⊠I think Iâm good,â the angel tilted his head in confusion, âThe clothes probably look like shit or theyâre flannel. Iâm not wearing either of those. I have pride.â
Sam and Dean looked offended, but I didnât really care.
âCrowley can get me clothes that donât make me wanna wash my eyes with bleach,â I turned to the demon in question, âRight?â
He sighed, âI can.â
âGreat! Then, Iâm ready to go!â
âAlright, child. Out the door then.â
âYou drove?â I was surprised. I thought he was gonna teleport me out of here or I was gonna find out that he had wings. Plus, I had cars in my own world. Riding in one now is so fucking lame when thereâs supernatural shit that can help you travel.
Crowley scoffed, âOf course not.â
Crowley and I were at the top of the stairs when I decided to acknowledge the men - and angel - I was leaving behind. I wasnât very fond of Sam or Dean right now, but Castiel probably saved my ass today. He saw something in me that made him want to spare me. Something that he didnât see in whoever occupied this body before.
I turned and smiled, âThanks, Castiel. Hope to see you soon.â
The last thing I saw before the door closed was Dean and Sam looking like guilty little fuckers. They were enough dumb to think that after voting to kill me that they were gonna get a goodbye.Â
Hi! This is my first OC with a middle name in this series! I might end up changing his design or even his hobbies to more closely match his personality and what I was going for. I want him and Arthur to eventually get together and for Leo to influence him.
I havenât completely figured out his character yet or even his clothing style, so I made it a bit vuage. I think Iâll try to go for a mix of the 3 styles mentioned? Idk đ
Also, after thinking for a bit I wanted to add some stuff about Arthur. I changed his Time Slow Attunement into Mind Search, where he can search peopleâs minds when focusing on them.
Also Arthur is European. Idk from where exactly, though. Iâm thinking Italy or France or England.
Anyways, Leo has a pretty good life. I try and not make everyone in the same world too utterly miserable. Itâs more for diversity in my characters than anything, though.
Ah, I really tried to keep up the 1 post a day thing, but I guess I lost. Itâs 12:03 rn đ Oh well, Iâll still try to continue like this still.
Iâve just been distracted recently. I have some shows Iâve been watching and catching up on. Currently Iâm on around EP 13 or something of Dungeon Meshi, I want to watch Great Pretender: Razboulito (I forgot how to actually write it), and I wanna watch Apothecary Diaries season 2.
Anyways, have a fantastic morning or night, and if not I hope things get better for you soon â„ïž I know youâve probably heard this so much to the point your sick of hearing it, but even if things donât get better soon, they will eventually. Bye! đ
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Summary: What happens when you somehow end up in the Supernatural universe? What happens when you're somehow special in the Supernatural universe? Read on to see the chaos that ensues.
Warnings: poc!character, gn!character, teen!character, heavy cursing, Winchester madness, Dean needs a warning just for himself
Word Count: 2018
Chapter One: What The Fuck and Where The Fuck
Do you ever feel like time is going slow? I usually donât because Iâm a fast-paced type of person, but lately, Iâve felt like time has come to a standstill. It feels like my 10th-grade year ended three months ago when itâs only been three weeks. I feel like I havenât seen my friends in 2 weeks and not the mere two days that it actually has been.
I donât know why my world feels like itâs spinning at half the speed it usually does. Maybe itâs because Iâm excited? In August, Iâll start my junior year. My first year in high school that Iâll be an upperclassman. Maybe Iâm happy at the prospect of almost being done with high school. Or⊠is time not going by because Iâm not having fun? I havenât been completely bored, but it hasnât been the best summer Iâve ever experienced.Â
Is there something waiting for me in the near future? Did my world slow because I have something to look out for?
I know this sounds really dramatic. Some 16-year-old goof with an overactive imagination. Perhaps thatâs it⊠but something in me canât let it go.Â
Welcome to my thoughts! They never end, even when Iâm asleep. They take me down dark and gorey paths and also wildly stupid would-never-happen-in-a-million-years paths as well. All this shit in my mind flying around at lightspeed is probably why Iâm such a good writer. Or, at least I think Iâm a good writer. And my mom, but do moms really count?Â
I come up with things that are unique and cool. Because Iâm a unique and cool person. I donât know who Iâm talking to but I feel like Iâm talking to someone so instead of letting you suffocate in the hornets nest that is my mind, Iâll introduce myself.
Iâm⊠actually I donât want you to know my name, but Iâll tell you other things. Iâm 16 and I like anime, and colorful stuff, and reading, and writing, and basically anything. Iâm flexible like that. I can deal with people until I run out of battery like most introverted people. I have a severe superiority complex that I like to pretend isnât a thing, but itâs definitely a thing. It doesnât affect how I interact with people, but since youâre in my head, um, youâll see all of it. I thought Iâd give you a heads-up.
Anyway, what are you doing in my head? Who are you? It may be my superiority complex talking here but⊠am I some special being thatâs about to save the universe or something?
âŠIâll take your silence as a no.Â
Could you talk to me though? Itâd make me feel much less lonely and a lot less crazy.Â
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Oh my god, what am I doing? Thereâs no one in my head. Thereâs no one listening to my thoughts. I am quite literally just a goofy teenager that thinks theyâre gonna gain superpowers but, letâs be honest, what I really gained was a mental illness.Â
Thatâs what this is, isnât it? I have split personalities like Tobias Hankel in Criminal Minds. Am I gonna start killing people because my alter ego demands it of me? Am I gonna go to prison? I know Iâve talked huge crap about how tough I am to my friends, but I would be deluding myself if I thought I could survive prison. I would be eaten alive!
Wake up!
Be so hilariously for real! I am so awake I can see the words spinning around in my head. Iâm so awake that I could pinch my arm - when I find it - and it would hurt as much as my self-harm! I am awake!
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Okay, I canât find my arm. I know I said I would so I could pinch it, but I look down to where my arm should be and thereâs nothing there but black. And Iâm not saying that because Iâm black because Iâm not. All black people are brown, letâs get real. Itâs a dark ass void. Like, a space of complete emptiness.Â
Maybe Iâm not as awake as I thought I was.
Wake up!
Dude, Iâm trying! It has never been this hard for me to wake up in my life. Even when I was having those dreams about that tall, gnarly-handed fucker chasing me around I still had an out. I had that key that I would find and it would wake me up. And, yes, that sounds like the most made-up shit in existence, but those are my dreams. Theyâre a fucking acid trip.
âWake up!â Hold on just a second⊠Iâve heard that voice before. Itâs familiar, at least.Â
Not my mom, not my dad, not either of my brothers, none of my friends sound like that. Itâs kinda looking like I donât know this eerily familiar voice and Iâm making shit up to sound cool, but Iâm not!Â
I feel someone shaking my shoulders like Iâve pissed them off or something. I would have been upset, but the feeling in my shoulders means I have to have arms! Right?
âWake up! I did not hit you that hard!â They continued to shake me like I was a fucking snow globe, âYou better not be messing with me, dude!â
The dark void and my thoughts that I could see as words in front of me were starting to fade away. After they did, I was kinda hoping that I couldâve stayed in the darkness forever. I mean, if this was a dream - and it definitely was - this was one of the most realistic ones Iâve had. So realistic that it was practically rude.
The image that replaced the void was a face. A face that I never thought Iâd see except for on my calendar and TV. If I wasnât going batshit crazy, I was seeing the Dean Winchester leaning over me as I was laid out flat on⊠hardass concrete?
âI swear I taught you how to avoid that move weeks ago. Whereâs your head?â My head, Mr Dean Winchester sir is still trying to grasp the fact that you are a living, breathing, hunk of a man that is occupying the same space as me.
My mouth opened and closed like a brainless goldfish until I finally managed to word, âWhat the fuck?â
Dean looked taken aback. It was the type of face youâd give someone when they do something unexpected and I curse all the fucking time. This shouldnât be surprising to him. Plus, he shouldnât even know me in the first place!
âWhere the fuck and what the fuck?â I sounded like a psychopath. Wording wasnât going very well for me right now.
âOkay, letâs get you off the floor, and then we can talk about any brain damage you may or may not have gotten,â The next thing I knew, Deanâs firm arms were wrapped around my torso and my world expanded from just his face to⊠a storage closet room thing?Â
There were those old-looking boxes that looked like fake wood but were really plastic stacked all over the room on various shelves. Toward the edge of the floor-to-ceiling concrete room was an opening through the shelves that seemed to go into another room. In the center of the room we were in - I know, a lot to keep track of - there was a white-painted demon star thing. Dean sat me in the chair that was presumably moved from the middle of the demon star.
âWhat the hell is going on with you right now?â Dean was now crouched in front of my chair staring at me with half-worried eyes.
âDeanâŠâ I started.
âYes?â
âWhere the flying fuck am I?â His half-worried expression went to full-blown worry in a split second.Â
âDoes your head hurt?â He tried to feel the back of my skull but I quickly shifted away from him, âWhatâs wrong? Why are you acting like you donât know where you are?â
âBecause I donât know where I am! Iâm not stupid enough to think Iâm actually in the bunker!âÂ
Dean looked as confused as I felt, âKid, you are in the bunker.â
âAnd youâre Dean Winchester,â I scoffed, âYou may look like him, but thatâs kinda impossible.â
I know I said it was impossible, but remember that superiority complex I mentioned earlier? It kept making this whole situation more believable the longer I sat here looking at what looked like Dean Winchester and made me think I was here to save the universe or some shit.Â
âŠlook, man, I canât help it!
âIâm getting Cas,â Dean huffed and turned to see the angel himself standing behind him. He let out an inhuman squawk of surprise that I wasnât gonna let him forget before he reprimanded Castiel for probably the umteenth time for sneaking up on him.
âDean,â Castiel said in his monotone voice, interrupting the hunter from his lecture, âTheir energy is off.â
Dean quickly turned back to look at me before responding to Castiel, âWhat do you mean off?â
âIt shifted. Like theyâre like a whole different person.â
âMay I interject?â I said⊠interjecting, âI donât know who the fuck you knew before, but I am definitely not them. Iâve never met either of you in my entire life.â
âAnd theyâre not a demon, Dean,â Castiel spoke up when he noticed Dean reaching for something - probably a knife - in his pocket. I owed Castiel one. I was not trying to get stabbed today.
âIf theyâre not a demon,â Dean stopped reaching for his weapon but was still tense, âThen what are they?â
Castiel and Dean both turned to me thinking I knew what the fuck was going on. Iâm just as confused as you two!
âWell, my name is Jenny.â
âDonât lie or Iâll be forced to look through your mind,â Castiel threatened.
âMaybe you should do that anyway,â Dean stated.
âNo!â My voice cracked as I tried to keep my cool, âMy real name is Casey. Iâm a quirky 16-year-old from the barren land of the Quakers and I donât mean any harm. I mean, look at me. Do you really believe I could do any harm?â
âThey do have a point,â Dean said, âTheyâve always been kinda skinny and noodly.â
His saying that made me look down at my body. I was wearing a plain red T-shirt with dark blue jeans and cringe-looking sneakers. I did look pretty skinny. My body - which was most definitely not this one - was more muscular than skinny. I also didnât have hair scratching at my neck because I cut it when I was 13, but with this person's body, my hair was down to my shoulders. At least I was still my beautiful, golden brown skin tone.
âSo⊠can I get up now orâŠ?â I donât know if it was a conscious thing or not, but Dean and Castiel had blocked my escape from my chair with their bodies. If I wanted to get up, I would have to push them, and I didnât want to break the very thin layer of trust we had built up with my cooperation.
They seemed to have a whole conversation in their mind - maybe they did, I donât know the extent of angel shit - before they eventually gave me space to stand.
I stood. Honestly, I thought I was going to fall over for some reason, but I didnât. My new, skinny body did what it was told and stayed upright.
âOkay,â I smiled, âWhereâs Sam?â
âHow the hell do you know Sam? And how did you know my name?â Dean was still a bit suspicious of me. Telling him that he was part of a TV show I watched during COVID would probably make me sound crazy so I just went with:
âItâs a long story.â
Dean squinted his eyes at me as if he could actually see if I was telling the truth or not then, let out a huff, âFine, come on. Weâre going to the meeting room for a meeting.â
Oh boy.
AN: First chapter of my new series. Really excited to see how it goes! I have a bunch of chapters already written. I might post one every week. Hope you enjoyed!
Tags: teen!oc, gn!oc, poc!oc, Dean being Dean, weird dreams, CROWLEY, demon dogs, Dean being scared of said demon dogs
Summary: Casey goes to bed, has weird dreams, and gets to meet the King of Hell.
Chapter Three: Yummy Food and Weird Shit
I will never deny that I was a foodie. I mean, if you saw me when I devour anything put in front of me, you wouldnât even have to ask. I love everything about food. Sometimes I mix stuff together that other people think is weird like when I dip my waffles and pancakes in orange juice. I used to be the kid in elementary school who would mix everyoneâs leftover lunches together and actually go through with eating it.
One thing I learned from all my years of eating is that post-panic attack meals are the best. After crying half my weight in water and depriving my brain of oxygen, food just hits different. Plus, Dean brought back chicken nuggets.
âSlow down, youâll choke,â Dean said as he reached his hand to take my nuggies away. I obviously wasnât gonna just let him do that so, I smacked the shit out of his hand. I didnât think I put that much power into it but when I heard the smack echo, I knew.
âMmfh,â I was trying to apologize before he kicked me out on my ass, but my mouth was full of about 4 chicken nuggets. Dean glared at me and went back to eating his double bacon cheeseburger.
Sam had come to sit down across from Dean and me after he had finished preparing his salad. Dean asked if his brother wanted anything from the restaurant, but Sam insisted on eating salad. I love salad as much as anyone, but when someone offers to buy you fast food, you fucking take it. Salad be damned.
Castiel was seated next to Sam opposite of me. He didnât need to eat, so he was just reading the menu that had come with the fast food. Occasionally, he would look up from his reading to glance at me. It didnât look threatening, but it did look like he had something to say.
âSo,â I had finally swallowed down the colossal amount of chicken I stuffed down my face, âWhen are we going to go on a hunt?â
âWe?â Dean quirked his eyebrow at me.
âYes, we, Dean. I might as well since Iâm here. What else am I supposed to do?â
Dean crumbled up the empty wrapper of his meal, âNothing.â
âSam?â I turned to the younger Winchester. He had been really nice to me. He wouldnât agree with Dean.
âI agree with Dean.â
Well fuck.
So, basically, I was in this new universe and I couldnât do jack shit but sit underground. That was so unfair! They should at least take me once, but from their faces, it didnât look like they were gonna change their minds.
What did they even have to do in the bunker? I know they have alcohol. Too much alcohol, in fact, but even if I was of age, Iâm not really interested. They also have a library full of hunter books. I know that sounds cool and I shouldnât be complaining, but who would want to read books about these cool ass monsters if you could see them in person? Not me, thatâs for sure.
âThey should go on a hunt,â Castiel stated, not taking his eyes off his menu. How was that so interesting to him?
âŠwait.
âDid you just say I could go?!â I squealed.
âDid you just say they could go?!â The brothers yelled in unison.
âThey can go with me,â Castiel said finally putting his menu down, âThey wonât be harmed.â
I ran over to the other side of the table to tackle Castiel in a hug because I was so happy. Fried nerves be damned. He kind of froze for a second before awkwardly patting my back. Sam and Dean were still trying to get the angel to not bring me, but he didnât budge.
âWho would watch them if weâre all gone? Theyâre a child, they need protection.â
Dean scoffed at that like it wasnât kind of true before he stood from the table and stalked off. Presumably to his room. Sam shook his head in disbelief before he retired as well.Â
Soon, Castiel and I were the only ones left at the table. I was still eating my fries and Castiel was staring at me. It would have been creepy if it had been anyone besides him, but he had this innocence about him that didnât make him all that scary. Even though he was the only one here with powers strong enough to do God-knows-what, he didnât make me feel frightened at all.
âCasey,â I perked up, âyou should get some sleep. Itâs late.â
I wasnât sure how late it was because we were underground and I never asked, but now that Castiel brought up the subject of sleep, it made me yawn. I didnât even register I was tired. It felt like itâd been so long since I last slept. I wasnât sure if that was because of my eventful day or because it really had been that long.
I got up from the table and waved Castiel goodnight. I was halfway down the hallway before I realized that I didnât know where I was going to sleep. No one had given me a room or anything.Â
I wonder where my body was staying before I got here.
Not wanting to bother anyone, I slinked over to the couch I had sat on earlier and laid down. The couch had a blanket that was thick enough and a couple of pillows that werenât too uncomfortable.
The thing that made me so uneasy was the fact that it was out in the open. The couch sat against one of the walls of the library. I never did well with new sleeping spaces, but when those sleeping spaces were so big and dark that you werenât sure what was hiding in there⊠I did not like it. Plus, I couldnât watch YouTube before bed.Â
Iâm not sure how, but I eventually went to sleep. I ended up in another void. This time I couldnât see all my thoughts as words. This time I could see my mom. She was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. There was nothing on the stove and there was nothing in front of her to put the vegetables in. The only thing on the entire counter was the chopping board and the single carrot she was chopping. I wanted to know what she was doing and I tried to ask, but my mouth wouldnât move. She looked me right in my eyes before she disappeared.
Next, I saw my dad. He was in the garage sitting on his motorcycle. The engine wasnât running and the garage wasnât even open, but my dad had all his gear on like he was gonna take off at any second. He wasnât wearing his helmet though. I was standing in the doorway that lead from the house to the garage. My dad was facing in the other direction. He looked frozen in time. I couldnât even see his body shift from breathing. It was like he was paused. I tried to walk up to him to tap him on the shoulder, but - again - I couldnât move. My dad finally turned his face to me. Blood dripped from his mouth. Then, he disappeared too.
I saw my older brother out on the front porch. He was sitting in the gray chair that was facing me yet, I couldnât see his face. His neck⊠his neck somehow had his head on backward. His fingers still typed at the computer on his lap even though he couldnât see it. I didnât try to move this time, but my brother did. One of his hands lifted off of the keyboard to point at something behind me. Then, he disappeared.
My little brother was next. He was in the basement playing on his gaming setup. Well, at least he was sitting at his gaming setup. His arms were at his sides and he was staring at a blank screen. I was standing directly behind him. I wanted to run. I didnât want to see this creepy shit anymore, but I was stuck in place. I had to watch my little brother melt into a pile of flesh in his chair.
I didnât like this dream. No matter how hard I tried to wake up, I couldnât. I was stuck. Stuck watching some creepy version of my family from afar. I wished that I could hear Deanâs voice again. I wished he would wake me up by shaking my arms like he did before, but his voice never came. No one ever came. This wasnât me feeling like a failure that didnât deserve to be saved. I wanted to be saved. I needed to be saved.
âSave me!â A voice echoed through my head that Iâd never heard before. I never heard this voice before, but I felt linked to them somehow. I wanted to reach out and save them like I wanted someone to save me. For the first time since my dream started, my body moved. I reached my hand out for this voice. I swear I felt them reach back.
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âFuck!â I woke up sitting straight up on the couch I fell asleep on. My hand was outstretched like I was reaching for⊠something? Someone. Who was I reaching for?Â
My blanket and pillows had fallen to the floor which wasnât a surprise to me. Even when I wasnât having creepy ass weird ass dreams, I was still a wild sleeper. What the fuck was that dream about anyway? I liked to believe that all dreams mean something, but I didnât understand that one. Or maybe I was too scared to want to understand it. Iâd come back to it later.
Right now, I was more concerned with the man sitting in the library. He looked concerningly like the King of Hell.
âHello⊠new child,â Crowley said in his british accent. He was casually sipping on some of Sam and Deanâs alcohol stash. I felt underdressed even though I was wearing the same shit since I got here. It wasnât half bad, but I kinda wanted to meet Crowley looking like myself. Or at least with my own dressing style and not this cringe shit. He was one of my favorite characters after all.
âHow long have you been there?â I asked, slowly placing my feet flat on the floor.Â
âNot that long,â he shrugged.
I got up and walked toward him. I know heâs the King of Hell and all that jazz, but I really wanted to shake his hand. He didnât look like he wanted to hurt me. He actually looked kind of curious.
I offered him my hand, âIâm Casey. Nice to meet the King of Hell face to face.â
Crowly smirked and shook my hand, âYou know who I am and you think itâs nice to meet me. Iâm surprised the Winchesters havenât told you-â
âGet away from him!â Sam shouted as he practically slid into the room. It seemed like he rushed in here so fast he forgot to put a shirt on. He was only wearing his blue-patterned pajama pants. I looked at him with a âwhat the fuckâ face before turning back to Crowley. I know Sam was trying to look after me and shit, but he was not gonna make me walk away from the motherfucking King of Hell.
âI have so many questions if you donât mind,â I told Crowley as I sat next to him. Sam let out a sound of protest, âWhat do the demon dogs look like? I know the whole thing is not seeing them, but Iâve always been curious. Also, whatâs your favorite task to do as the King of Hell? Do you enjoy torture or do you only do it because you have to? Are other demons dumb cause how do they get killed by Sam and Dean so easily? Do you have wings-â
âYou have to give me time to answer, you know,â I snapped my mouth closed, âFor your first question⊠I could bring the demon dogs here if youâd like.â
âYes!â I squealed.
âNo!â yelled Sam.
Crowley brought out the summoning whistle from his jacket pocket. Sam looked like he was about to pass out, but he somehow managed to stay upright. I sorta forgot that Sam had trauma from the demon dogs. They killed his brother in what? Season 3?
I didnât think Crowley was actually gonna go through with it, but he blew the whistle. I guess if the dogs donât have orders to kill anyone, they wonât⊠hopefully.
âHow can you tell when theyâre here-â
I was cut off but something warm and wet wiping up my face. I let out a yelp of surprise before I realized it was most likely the dogs. I cautiously reached my arms out to feel for its body. My hands connected with soft fur. The dog or dogs - I felt multiple tongues licking at my face - were pretty big by the feel of it. Maybe the size of a pony? They were muscly as hell though.
âHow many did you call?â I asked Crowley.
âJust one. They have multiple heads. You can ask Dean about that.âÂ
Sam gave the demon a glare for his assholish comment before he spoke up, âWhy the hell are you here, Crowley?â
âWell,â Crowley looked back at me. I bet it looked like I was petting air, âI came here to see them.â
Sam was confused. I was confused. Why the hell did the King of Hell have business with me? Even though I had no idea what Crowley wanted with me and whether or not I was in danger, I kept petting the demon dog. I didnât know when I was gonna have the opportunity to do this again.
âYouâre not taking them,â Sam said, pulling an angel knife from his ass.
âIâm not taking them. Calm down, moose,â Crowley finally stood up from his chair, âI just wish to talk with them.â
âI donât see why not,â I pipped in.
âHeâs the fricken King of Hell!â Sam yelled like ruling the underworld was a crime.
âAnd?â I replied.
âAnd you're not talking to him!â
âWell, last time I checked, you werenât the fucking boss of me, dude.â I stood up from petting the demon dog and gave Sam a glare. I was getting fed up with Sam telling me what to do. First, he told me he didnât want me going on hunts, and now this? I hadnât even known him for a full 24 hours!
âYouâre a child, Casey! No!âÂ
âIâm not your fucking child, Sam, so buzz the fuck off!â
The demon dog started barking really loud after I said that. The air stilled. Crowley was smirking throughout Sam and Iâs whole argument, but now his face was filled with genuine surprise. Sam looked scarily angry.
âYou lied,â Sam stated. The angel knife that was once pointed at Crowley was now pointed at me, âYou are some kind of monster.â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â I said, breathless. Fear shot up my spine.
âYour eyes⊠they turned red.â
AN: Crowley's one of my favorite characters and in later chapters sometimes he just comes back for not reason other than I like him. I know I do shit on Dean, but like, I still like him. He's just not my favorite out of the trio. And yes, superpowered OC. Gotta love it.