Pairing: Death x Reader? itâs not really a relationship it just part of the plan??
Word count: 866
Warnings: Stripper!Reader and Death is the character on the receiving end of what that can imply.
A/n: This is my (late) entry for @impalaimagining F.R.I.E.N.D.S Quote challenge. Ive never seen the show so i have no clue the context of my prompt but i imagine it happened much like this....
Prompt: The stripper stole the ring!
You turned towards Dean, glaring at him. Only he could manage to get you in this predicament.
âHow the hell do you think i'm going to get him to give me his ring? Hello he is death I mean it's not like he likes us!â
âHe doesn't like Sam or I, he likes you Y/N. Plus I already sent a message that he was to meet you at the club.â Dean smugly said crossing his arms.
Your eyes closed in frustration.
âThis is a strip club, you told me iâd be working.â you could already feel the usual headache from dealing with him.
âYup, you are gonna be working that pole! Youâve done it before I donât see why you're so upset over this man.â His usual cocky tone disappearing under the weight of your glare.
âWhether or not iâve done it before means nothing, I don't even care about that truthfully. You should've asked, if you want Death's ring this is not going to get it. He tolerates me more than you but he isn't just going to hand that over because i looked good dancing.â
âWhat happened to that â When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, iâll be there for youâ crap?â Â
You snapped your eyes open infuriated, of all the things he could do implying you wouldn't help him was really not the way to go.
âDid I say I wouldn't do it?â
He sputtered for a moment before you continued.
âNo, I said it likely wouldn't work you asshole. Now I Â have to go get prepared.â
You turned to walk away angry with him. You got as far as the door before you turned around and snapped out one last thing,
âDon't you ever imply I won't help you with something this important again Winchester, it just pisses me off.â
Then you stalked off to your room.
*******
You smiled at some random person shooting a wink their way. Dean had somehow convinced the owners of this club to let you work there for a night. The plan was to get Death's ring by distracting him with your awesome moves.
Half the night had probably passed by the time you spotted him walking in. You signaled to the other workers that he was yours and made you way over to him.
âHey there, whats a well dressed man like you doing in a place like this?â You trailed a hand down his suit a sultry smirk in place.
âYou know precisely why Iâm here Y/Nâ he answered, oddly enough, in a mumble.
You lowered your eyes before grabbing his tie and tugging him towards a table.
âWell sir why don't you come with me and we can talk business.â You finished with a wink, your voice a purr, honestly this entire charade was overkill but you were having fun.
Reaching the table you turned him around and gently pushed him into the chair. Then you tossed your leg over him and sat in his lap, lazily dancing to the song.
â Y/n this is completely unacceptable for a conversation about my ring.â His voice was strained and his grip on his cane even tighter.
Maybe Dean was right and this plan would work?
âYou know this was all Deans doing, truthfully i would've taken you to get some delicious food.â You paused and leaned in close,
âOf course im sure im just as good as any food.â you nipped his ear playfully.
âMy ring is out of the question regardless of what food you offer me. I know your plans and  I donât have a shred of hope in it.â  his voice wavered for a moment, he was starting to enjoy the dance.
The song changed so you changed up you movements, going for something a little more bouncy to match the pop feel of the song. Your hands trailed down his arms before grabbing his hands and placing them on you.
âI figured that, how about you just enjoy yourself?â
***
A few hours passed before you felt he was sufficiently distracted to simply slip his ring off. The maneuver was risky but somehow he didn't realise until you had left his lap. You looked back a shot a wink his way as you left.
You were about a block away when you were pinned against the wall by none other than Death himself.
âSo the stripper stole the ring. You know y/n I am willing to be lenient just this once, return the ring or else.â
Being pinned as you were you started to panick just a little. Ring or no ring Death was no joke so you did the first thing you could think of. You jumped up and wrapped you legs around him before leaning forward and kissing him. You felt his grip loosen in shock so you quickly used your hands to push off the wall and turn you around.
Pulling away you dropped your legs and started running. Not looking back, if you had you would've seen deaths amusement and his hand trailing his lips
.Nonetheless you started looking for Dean and cursing him, when Death caught you you were so dead.Â
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Warnings: Slight NSFW content; gender neutral reader (after all pet names dont have a gender, do they?)
A/n: This is my entry for @hiswickedkitty 21st B-day Challenge, Hope you like it!
Prompt: Malibu Bay Breeze: I hear a lot of excuses and not a lot of the dishes being washed.
You rolled your eyes as your husband once again tried to get out of doing his fair share of chores.
âLove Iâm just saying this could be holy water!â
âCrowley, my darling, my dearest, my king..â You turned to him voice dipping into the sickly sweet territory.
âWhy would I ever keep holy water around just for you to do dishes?â The smile you had was most definitely fake and filled with annoyance.
He looked at you and, presumably, saw the annoyance hidden in your eyes and smile as he slapped on his most charming smile.
âLove of course Iâm not saying you were keeping it around.â He removed the almost forgotten basket of laundry from your hip.
âLet me make it up to you.â He huskily whispered, pressing his body against yours.
It would have worked if you couldn't still see the pile of dishes over his shoulder. Two could certainly play at this game.You wrapped your arms around him and pushed your lower half into his. Letting out an obscene groan. Then playfully biting at his ear you started to walk him towards the kitchen.
âI want you to show me just how good you are with those hands while Iâm sitting on this table.â
You smirked as his hands trailed down your body tantalizingly slow managing to elicit a low moan from your breathless lips. You hardened both of your resolves as your hips barely jerked towards his.
âOh trust me Kitten..â He slipped his hand into your pants.
âIâll show you just how good I am.â He nipped at your neck, if you couldn't see the dishes you'd gladly let him tear you apart in the most delicious way⌠Maybe you could reward him later?
You made up your mind, after all a reward for him could definitely be a reward for you. You pushed him gently away and turned him around.
âWell then honey show those dishes just how good  your hands are.â
âLater?â He growled pinning you to the table before you could even respond.
âI hear a lot of excuses and not a lot of the dishes being washed. You know I seem to remember you telling me youâd never make excuses to me.â
The frozen expression on his face as he struggled to come up with a non-excuse to continue what he had started was hilarious. It was almost as if you were torturing him, his cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal slowly grinding into you.
âWhat's the matter My King.â you purred, watching as his eyes went red. Maybe, just this once you could reward first? You smiled and leaned in to nibble his ear.
âAfter the dishes are done, and done to my satisfaction we can play.â When you said satisfaction his hips jutted forward just enough to make you moan out the last word.
Youâd never seen him move so fast before, you almost had whiplash. Smiling to yourself as he carefully did dishes you got up and went to continue laundry. You needed to get that as close to being done as possible before he came looking for his reward.
And judging by the ache you felt down below, you were definitely ready to reward him.
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Warnings: Castiel is an asshole and Canon violence
A/n: this is my (extremely) late entry @greenappleeyes mix and match challenge. (sorry!)
Prompt: The reason by Hoobstabank and â for some reason im attracted to youâ
âFor some reason Iâm attracted to you.â a bloodied Castiel gasped out as he staggered towards you.
He and the boys had left you chained in the basement of the bunker. They claimed it was because you had been friendly with whomever  they were hunting. The only people you could even think of would be Crowley and Lucifer, who to your knowledge, were both allies.
âWhat happened Darling?â You tilted your head to the side, desperately yearning to reach out to the injured angle. Your arms twitched uselessly against your bonds.
âThe person we were hunting turned me human.â He stumbled a step further and fell on his ass.
You looked down at his perpetually confused puppy eyes, near begging him to let you go. You strained your muscles trying to break the reinforced rope Dean had used to tie you down. Honestly tying you to a chair as if you were a prisoner was overkill, but apparently it was Cassâ idea.
âCass, Darling, Let me out Iâll help you.â
He shook his head slowly, indicating no, as he sat in an ever expanding pool of blood.
âIâm not a per-â he stopped and started coughing, those deep chest rattling ones. Blood stained saliva dribbled from his lips as he smiled at you. Your eyes teared up at seeing him like this.
âIâm not a perfect person Y/N. Â There's a lot of things I wished I didnât do, but Iâm still learning..â He trailed off as his eyes slowly closed and opened.
âCASS!?â you nearly screeched beginning to desperately try to escape.
The ropes scraping against your skin, blood slowly soaking into it. The chair was wobbling dangerously. Nearly  tipping over several times.
âCass, love? Please answer me, Iâll make your favorite dish again I donât care if I have to go to that expensive store!â Tears were streaming down your face.
His smiling face kept appearing in your mind's eye. His face so full of life and wonder. The chair tipped over and you landed on your nose effectively breaking it.
You ignored the slowly seeping blood, in favor of wiggling the chair closer to him. The memory of him trying to guess your favorite color when he was last human popped into your mind. He hadnât stayed incontact with people that time, but he always made sure to stop and see you.
He had looked so happy as he shouted out blue that you smiled and asked how he knew. You hadn't seen him smile that brightly many times, and ever since you saw blue in everything. You managed to tip the chair onto its side, you winced as you felt your arm crack as the chair harshly fell onto it.
âCass come on Love, Open those eyes.â His chest didn't move and his eyes stayed close.
Your face was covered in blood and tears, his body unmoving and bloody.
âCass?â You whimpered out, frozen in place.
You lost track of how long you stared at him, letting the tears and blood soak your face as you whimpered out his name and your heart shattered. Â Suddenly you heard footsteps, normally youâd be able to place them but you mind was in shambles.
âSo that's where he went to?â Dean muttered
âGuess so, time to burn him?â Sam said in response.
The cold tone they held was enough to shock you into moving again.
âHOW ARE YOU SO CALM DAMMIT?!â You tried to look threatening but the snot and tears probably undermined that.
They gave you a dismissive look before grabbing Cass and carrying him off.
âWHO THE HELL WERE YOU HUNTING! COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARDS AND LET ME GO.â
Gone was the shock you had felt, the sadness lingered, but at the moment you wanted to find who had killed the love of your life. You wanted to shred them into ribbons. Then you wanted to go after the Winchesters, who so coldly carried him away and let him get hurt.
Your shoulders shook in suppressed rage, your face contorting into a snarl.
âDonât worry love, I'll find whoever did this to you.â You avowed
For now you were stuck, hopefully they would come and let you go soon. Hearing footsteps you grew hopeful that they'd do just that.
Instead when you looked up at who had entered Cass stood there. Surely he wasn't really there? You had just seen him die, so who the hell was impersonating him?
âI must say I didn't expect you to take my âdeathâ so hard.â The imposter Cass said.
âYou can't be the real Castiel, he would never fake his death like that.â You snarled out, fingers slipping against the rope uselessly trying to break it surreptitiously.
He blinked as if surprised. His face a perfect mirror of Cassâ confused face.
âI can assure you I am Castiel, do I need Dean and Sam to confirm?â
âYes, plus prove you're not a shapeshifter.â Whether or not he got them it would buy you at least a couple seconds. He walked out to get them and you managed to find a loose nail.
You would've preferred something sharper but you'd work with this.
He walked back in with the boys in tow.
âAm I the real Castiel?â
âOf course man, what you think weâd really have no reaction to your death?â Dean joked
âYup, now can I go back to the research?â Sam said distractedly.
He was waved off as Dean looked at you as if you'd lost it.
In a way you had, your trust in them was gone, the nail was near useless, and you had no clue if âCassâ was really Cass.
âLet me out of the ropes, and prove your not a shifter.â
Dean pulled out a knife and causally approached you.
âToss it here.â You snarled out.
He raised his hands in surrender and slid it towards you, eyes reflecting a bit of hurt.
You managed to grab the knife and quickly cut your bonds. One arm was most definitely broken and your nose was still lazily bleeding.
âShifter test. Now.â The demand was quickly followed.
âNow do you believe I am Castiel?â He irritably muttered. Dean grunting in agreement before taking his leave. Casting a glance back at his knife in your hand.
âNo, I don't believe you're my Cass. Because whatever the fuck that was that just happened was way out of line.â Your hand shook, you believed him but you really didn't want to.
âHow was it out of line? I wanted to make sure you cared about me.â
Your mind flashed back to the arguments you had. They always revolved around things that were impossible for you to do. Most of those arguments were possibly because he just didnât understand the limitations you had, or at least you thought so. Had those arguments just been âtestâ of his?
âI THOUGHT YOU DIED! And if, and it's a big if, you are my Castiel you should know why that was wrong.â
His head tilted to the side and you felt your heart flutter  at the familiar action. Honestly if  this was the real Castiel youâd never forgive him.
âI can assure you I am the Castiel you are dating, i just see no problem with this test.â
Your eyes teared up again, in your heart you knew that this was Cass.
âItâs so wrong Cass, I canât believe youâd violate my trust like that! Did you even care how that would make me feel?â You wanted to yell that, but truthfully it was more like a harsh whisper.
âI donât see why it matters, I wouldn't act like that if you died. I donât see how this was supposed to be any different.â
That hurt, the time youâd been Crowley's personal torture pet hadnât even hurt as much as those words. Hell even the cage wouldn't be as soul crushing as hearing that.
âDo you even care about my feelings or hell do you care about me?â
He shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
âHonestly Y/N Iâm an angel. We donât feel human emotions, if i was human I would say I was attracted to you. I even believe Dean would say that those feelings would mean I wanted to do a bit of the old in and out? At least thats what he told meâŚâ He trailed off
You dropped the knife shocked. Then you stormed past him without a word.
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A/n: This is a wee bit late, I wanted to have it out before the 31st but its been a wild month. Anyway this is for @sdavid09 What If Challenge! Hope you Enjoy!! (P.S. I have a supernatural one in the works but this one is going to be multiple parts.)
Prompt: What if Hogwarts Ghost decided to do some matchmaking?
(To be linked in future)Â
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
The Fat Friar was generally thought of as a kind and gentle ghost. No student had ever managed to anger him, which is why many would be shocked to hear him loudly arguing with Nearly headless Nick.
âI donât care if you think young Mr.Malfoy and Mr.Potter would make a fantastic couple! Clearly Mr.Potter and Mr. Weasley would be far more suited to court each other!â
âNonsense! My dear Sir it's obvious Mr Malfoy and Mr. Potter have some unresolved sexual tension! Plus my dear friend imagine the children they would make!â
The two had at the very least been arguing in an abandoned part of the dungeons. The Grey Lady however had been there for the past hour as they waited on their last two conspirators to arrive. Moments later a door opened and The Bloody Baron,trailed by a giggling Dumbledore, came in. He looked very unamused, Dumbledore on the other hand looked as if he had just been told to pick whatever candy from the shop he wanted.
âShall we commence this meeting?â the baron asked
âAs loath as I am to admit it we still have to wait on Hogwarts Manifestation.â the Grey Lady's annoyed voice piped in. She sent a glare towards the two arguing ghost, who had yet to notice the arrivals.
A glow built up in the room and soon a vaguely humanoid shape appeared. A deep voice came from the shape.
âThe meeting can start now, the children are all sleeping.â
Everyone stopped what they were doing and eagerly surrounded Hogwarts manifestation, the planning only broken by Dumbledoreâs giggling.
***
The next morning as students poured into the great hall they were all greeted by Dumbledore. Some students, luckily or unluckily enough, were asked to stand beside their respective house ghost. No one dared disobey him and went easily enough to stand by them.
Soon enough he had 6 students, predominantly Gryffindors. He even amazingly enough he had even managed to get a teacher and parent to stand by the ghost.
Once everyone but the selected were seated, Dumbledore made his way to his podium.
âWhen I call your name please come up here. I will be calling out Two at a time. Once called those two are pairs, and they will follow each other around for the day. â
He picked up a piece of paper and cleared his throat.
âBefore I call the first pair, I would like to Thank the house ghost and Hogwarts themselves for helping plan this event. Â The first pair is Severus and Lucius.â
The two in question looked at each other with raised eyebrows before making their way up to Dumbledore.
âWhat is the meaning of this Headmaster?â Lucius sneered out.
Dumbledore deftly ignored him and slapped two bracelets on the unsuspecting men.
âThe bracelets will just insure you stay together throughout the day!â
He looked back at his paper and called the next two.
âPansy and Luna.â
Pansy scowled at the younger girl, who nearly just floated up to Dumbledore. The two got their bracelets.
âRonald and Draco.â
The two glared at each other, if they had been alone it was likely they would be fighting. After a bit of prodding they went up.
âHarry and Neville.â
Harry smiled at the relieved Neville and pulled him up to get their bracelets.
âThank you for participating in the first ever HOGWARTS MATCHMAKING EXTRAVAGANZA!!â Dumbledore yelled, raising his arms dramatically.
Silence greeted Dumbledore's ears, he had hoped for excited chatter or maybe clapping.
He lowered his raised arms and frowned at the shocked students.
âWell we shall see how it goes after Dinner. Classes are cancelled for the day.â He muttered, much like a kid displeased that he had not gotten his way.
***
Dumbledore looked at the four pairs. Only one had not managed to cause bodily harm to each other. Surprisingly the only one not hurt was The youngest male Weasley and the Young Malfoy.
âThis was a disaster.â was all he managed.
The others looked at him in varying degrees of sheepishness.
Pairing: Real world none, game world CharliexReader
Word Count: 2790
Warnings: Swearing, and some canon typical type violence, Male!Reader
A/n: This is loosely based on dungeons and dragons (D&D) but remember that loosely part if you play please. I have no clue how to play the game in all actuality and was kinda making it up as i went while asking google how the game worked. This is also my entry for @kdfrqqg writing challenge
Prompt:Â âMy wife is dead Thanks to him.â Which I changed slightly.
You locked shocked eyes with Charlie. Her in game character, whom was married to yours, had just been killed.
âCharlieâŚ?â you muttered, fully shocked by this outcome.
You were invested in this game, much like Charlie was. For you and her it might as well have been a LARP. You two had even planned out the future on how'd you raise your new adopted child, which Crowley so helpfully decided to play.
âYou know I expected death from those two,â She said motioning at Sam and Dean.
âBut never you. Never the good uncle, never my husband's brother.â She looked at Castiel betrayed
Castiel smirked smugly at her. He loved the game and his chance to be different with only in game consequences.
While Charlie stared down Cas, you looked to Rowena. You had somehow convinced her to play the âdungeon masterâ. One of her roles was to project exactly what was happening in the game. Currently she was happily looping the murder. It was obvious from that clip that your child had seen it happen.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then Cas as if they were miffed by him.
âDUDE! We were going to kill them!â Dean irritatedly stated.
Then looked shocked as if he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Cas meanwhile looked far too smug. Truthfully while Cas enjoyed being able to do whatever, so long as the dice let him do it, He wasn't usually the murder type. That was far more suited to Sam, Dean was the one who advocated for saving people.
âNext time be quicker, you were the one who told me to be more ruthless.â Â The mischievous smirk he now sported probably didn't bode well for the others. Luckily for yourself he had rolled a 1 on disguising who did the murder.
âFergus you have to roll to see if you break into hysterics or stay calm.â Rowena nearly sing-sang.
Crowley glared at her, but rolled. He managed to roll a 18.
âI want to roll to tell Father 2 what happened.â Crowley said.
You looked sadly at him, unless charlie was successful and rolled a 20 on becoming a ghost, she was out of the game forever, and he wouldn't ever have to distinguish between you two. Â
Rowena nodded, he rolled. It was a 20.
âCaius, Tells his still living father what happened. No detail is missed.â
The scene that was playing changed to depict Caius, Crowley's character, telling yours what happened.
âI hope everyone realises it's on now.â you said, then turning to Cas you glared.
âYou especially should be happy I have to watch my child. Or you'd be dead meat already.â
Cas cocked his head to the side,
âHow would I be dead meat? I am still alive..?â He muttered confused. Dean started to clue him in as Rowena turned to you, before she could speak however Crowley spoke up.
âIâm shocked feathers was so ruthless to kill Charlie's character, my father , in front of me.â
âI was not aware of your presence at the time of the murder, or I would've tried to kill you as well.â
Rowena cleared her throat, annoyed at the interruptions.
âLet's get back to the game, shall we?â
Everyone settled down, glares being freely passed around, and nodded.
âNow Y/n what do you do.â
âI hug Caius  and roll for comfort.â You roll a 20. While glaring at the other three you say.
âI lie to Caius and tell him he was mistaken, his Uncle didn't kill his Father. I hug him tighter and ease his fears before sending him to his room.â
Rowena reflected that scene before turning to charlie.
âRoll to see if youâll come back as a ghost now.â
You and Charlie locked eyes nervously. You both had suspected that she would be killed, so you already had a plan in motion. If she failed this roll the plan would unravel. She rolled, the dice tumbled as if in slow motion, before settling on a 18. You both hugged, then you being the brave soul you were, hugged Crowley.
âCaesar successfully comes back as a ghost. However he is stuck to his house and can not leave the premises. Lysander is nonetheless ecstatic.â
With the recent murder Cas had used his last turn to go into hiding. Which meant he gave up three turns, Sam and Dean had gone into hiding 2 turns back and still couldn't go yet. So it immediately flipped back to Crowley.
âI roll to sleep peacefully.â He rolled a 3
âCaius tosses and turns in his sleep, his sleep is anything but restful. Caesar and Lysander have a conversation.â
That meant you and Charlie had to converse about what to do in front of the others, who had to pretend to not know what was going on.
âCaius needs one of us here, I can not leave you should go and avenge me.â Charlie started out.
âI love you Caesar, but how would it affect him being raised by a ghost? He has already seen you killed.â You motioned at the screen which showed your two characters conversing in a still bloody room.
Charlie grimaced.
âI roll to start cleaning.â Rowena nodded and let her roll. She got a 18, meaning you join in on the âchoreâ.
âWell we start by cleaning this up. He will be fine. You can go off and avenge me.â
âI pause and caress my husband's cheek.â The animation showed just that. You and charlie copied it to add to atmosphere.
âAnd what of you love? Would you be ok if I were to leave to murder my brother?â
âAs long as you return safe and sound to me.â She brought he hand up to your cheek as well then leaned her forehead on yours.
âAvenge me, then return and keep this family safe.â
The animation showed your characters sharing a tender kiss, which was the only thing you and Charlie wouldn't do, mainly because you both were far to gay for that. She wasn't a guy and you weren't a girl.
The moment lasted just a second longer before you both got back to cleaning.
âWhat do you do?â Rowena asked
âI finish cleaning and gather my things for a journey. I plan to find and kill my brother.â
âRoll for to see what's behind the door as you leave.â Â Rowena said
You looked at her oddly, but rolled nonetheless. You rolled a 5.
âLysander gathers his equipment and kisses his husband goodbye. He sneaks into Caiusâ room and soothes his slumber, then leaves. As Lysander opens the door he spots someone, whom he assumes to be Castiel, running away. He only sees enough to ascertain the direction the person went.â
You looked at Charlie and Crowley and felt determination set in. you were definitely going to try and get revenge and stay alive. They may just be ingame family, but gosh darn it you were protective of them. Â
About three hours of aggressively playing later, Caius had a birthday and you briefly came home to celebrate. You had found clues that Sam and Dean, who uncreatively named their characters after themselves, were hiding Cas, and had found their location.
âRoll for luck.â Was all Rowena said as your character approached the hideout.
âTypical, let me guess if it's bad I wonât find him here.â Was all you muttered as you rolled. The dice seemed to tumble in slow motion, rocking on edge back and forth, just to tease you. You had done this countless times throughout the hours since Caesarâs demise. After one final rock it landed on 20.
âYou open the door and find Sam and Dean hastily packing three suitcases. Castiel is nowhere to be seen. The boys are heavily intimidated by you angry demeanor and their stats take 2 damage across the boards.â
Sam and Dean both glared at you. This campaign had lasted for nearly 3 years, and during all of that they had been building up the secret lair. The very one that your character now stood in, the very one that was unplottable. You tossed a sweet and innocent smile their way, your eyes however betrayed the danger lying within.
âRoll for resistance boys.â Rowena stated with an unusually happy smile on her face.
They both rolled, Sam got a 1 and Dean got a 10.
Rowena then turned to you.
âSam is unable to resist answering you, Dean can resist if you roll an intimidation under 10. Whom do you choose?â
âDean.â
âThen roll for intimidation.â
Everyone, including Charlie, looked shocked at your choice. You were hinging on rolling an 11 at least, no matter what Sam would cave in to your demands. It was even likely he wouldn't be able to fight back because he was so intimidated by you. Dean was the real threat.
You picked up the dice and turned to Charlie, holding it out to her you asked.
âWould you kiss it for luck?â
Before she could answer Rowena interrupted.
âIf Charlie rolls for luck and you roll for kisses, we can figure out the multiplier the luck will add, do you wish to do that?â
You had been joking but the chance to get a multiplier was too awesome to pass up.
âOf course!â Both you and Charlie said at the same time.
You rolled for Kisses and got a 2, Charlie rolled a 10 for luck.
âThe ghost of charlie comes forth and grants you 20 times your roll, roll for intimidation.â
The roll was a guaranteed win now. Charlie kissed the dice in real life twice, adding in a
âGood luck!â Â
You took the dice and rolled it, it twisted and turned as if it was a ballerina dancing to their death. Â Finally it took one last dramatic bow and fell down to reveal a perfect 20. Everyone looked shocked around the table.
âLysanderâs intimidation is now at 400-â Rowena stopped and cleared her throat, still shocked.
âWhat would you like to do?â
âShove Dean into a wall and ask where Castiel is.â
The animation updated to show Dean being shoved against a wall by Lysander. Animation Deanâs jeans grew slightly darker down one leg.
âYou shove Dean into the wall, who is immensely intimidated.â
âI want to roll for sass back ability.â Dean butted in, clearly not impressed with the darkened spot showing up on his animation.
Rowena gives him the go ahead, he rolls a 18.
âDespite being Intimidated Dean has the incredible ability to sass Lysander exactly one and a half times. Sam has curled up in a ball ineffectively. Dean and Lysander have a conversation.â
You and Dean looked at each other, mutually agreeing that this once you won't act out what the characters are doing.
âWheres Castiel?â You growl out. If looks could kill Dean would be long gone.
âOh heâs here and there, probably on this planet.â Dean said back, the bite in his tone overshadowed by the sheer terror his eyes projected.
You growled back at him, suddenly standing up at the table.
âMy husband is dead thanks to him. So you listen here asshat, Tell. Me. Where. My. Brother. IS.â You emphasized all of the last part, nearly screeching out the last word.
Dean gulped.
âI- I told you heâs here and-â He stopped his last chance to sass you over. The growl certainly didn't help his case.
âHe- Heâs in the back. I pro-promise.â Dean stuttered out.
âLysander, having gained the information he wanted, released Dean. He then proceeded to stalk to the back of the hideout, there is only one room in which Castiel stands. Castiel is not intimidated by Lysander.â
You reseated yourself as Rowena weaved the situation. The animation showing the scene as she described it. This was it, the moment you either successfully avenged Caesar or died yourself. Â Â Of course you could always attempt to come back as a ghost but anything less than a 20 meant you'd either fail or be stuck here.
âCastiel, Y/n roll for luck.â
You both locked eyes. He knew he couldn't cheat and he felt to strongly about the games random turn of events to even try cheating. You both rolled at the same time. He looked away first. You then looked at the dice, his was a 1 and yours was a 16, shockingly enough.
This was the first 1 that Cas had ever rolled. In fact he had never gotten below a 10 before.
âWhat course of action do you both take?â
âI attempt to run.â Was Casâ response.
âI wish to attack.â
âRoll for damage.â
You rolled a 5.
âCastiel attempts to run but trips over thin air. His defense is low and his health lowers by 2 points due to the fall. Lysander takes advantage of Castielâs moment of weakness and attacks, dealing 15 damage due to the origin of impact. Due to this Castiel loses the use of one leg and is bleeding profusely.â
The animation showed a grisly scene. You reached over and covered Crowleyâs eyes, despite the fact he had probably seen worse. He irritadly pushed your hand away.
âI wish to roll for persuasion.â
Castiel reached for his dice waiting on the go ahead from Rowena.She looked confused but nodded anyway. The dice tumbled out of his hand before landing on a-
âTWO THIS ENTIRE GAME IâVE GOTTEN A TEN OR HIGHER AND NOW WHEN IâM ABOUT TO DIE I GET A TWO?â He yelled out.
You looked at the usually calm angel surprised. He took a moment and calmed down.
âWhat were you going to persuade for?â Rowena cautiously asked him.
âI was going to persuade him to let me live.â He said through gritted teeth.
âVery well, Castiel tries to persuade Lysander to spare him. Lysander is lost cause to him. Lysander ignores Castiels attempt at speech. Y/n roll for damage, if you get an 8 or higher you will have killed Castiel.â
âYou know Cas I would say sorry but you killed my darling husband.â You smiled as you rolled. It was a 9.
âLysander deals the final blow, Castiel is killed and Caesar is avenged. Castiel roll for revival.â Rowena stated.
He rolled, everyone held their breath in anticipation. The dice rolled as if it was a wheel of cheese going downhill, until it reached the end and stopped. He had managed to roll a 17.
âCastielâs ghost rises but can not leave the building. Lysander what do you want to do?â
âI want to roll for swift travels and go back to my family.â
Rowena nodded and motions for you to roll. This time you got a 19.
âLysander turns and leaves the room, he quickly walks past the boys and leaves the base. He makes it home in record time to his family. Caius is asleep. Lysander and Caesar converse.â
âDarling, Iâve returned home.â You said caressing Charlieâs cheek. You were staring into her eyes as if she was water and you were a dehydrated man.
âLove, Iâm so glad your back. Is it over?â
Both of your eyes were filled with tears, both in game and out. You smiled and nodded. Your characters shared a tender kiss.
âWell Lysander and Caesar have moved on. They are happy and will be able to look after Caius. Castiel, Sam, and Dean are still at the not so secret secret bunker. And we have a starting point for next time. I am done narrating you idiots.â Rowena snapped out, before standing and leaving.
Cas had his head in his hands while Dean comforted him. Sam had already headed off to the library, you swear he had a fetish, And Charlie had left to her room to check on some other game of hers. That left you with Crowley.
âWell then, how do you feel about this session?â
âItâs nice to have both parents, now I can once again cause trouble with both of you.â He smugly stated. You chuckled along with him, before standing up.
âWell could I offer you a drink? I even managed to get Cas to take me to get some Craig.â
He smiled at you before standing and offering his arm to you.
âI would love a drink, shall we?â
You rolled your eyes and walked off to get a drink. Him following behind.
You truly enjoyed you get togethers, just not when they decide to kill your ingame family. The game is a nice way to bring everyone together and have minimal real life drama. You handed Crowley his drink and got your own before sitting down and chatting the night away.
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A/n: This one was written for @seenashwrite it takes place after the events of Firefighter, but honestly you can read it without having read the other. This one and the next one will just stay in the same universe as the first one, Have fun reading! Â
Prompt: Both of you Imagine shutting up!
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You rubbed your throbbing head. Maybe volunteering to accompany Gabriel on his trip to the boys had been a mistake. They had after all done nothing but bicker and threaten to kill you both.
â-nd why should we trust you?â The shorter of the two brothers growled out.
You had missed what set off this latest round of questions. Honestly maybe leaving him dead would've been better. Death by firefighter isn't that bad of a way to go.
You closed your eyes, and let out a sigh as they continued to bicker. Only to open them moments later as someone smacked the back of your head. The terrified look Gabe sported told you it hadn't been him.
âWhat about you sweetheart? Why should we trust you?â
You raised your eyebrow as you hastily tried to remember his name, before giving up. You had a migraine and he was not worth that effort.
âYou shouldn't trust me if you're my enemy, However, we are working towards a common goal.â You paused for a moment as the big one scoffed.
âHowever, you two are quickly getting on my bad side. Actually you big one, you should know-â
âKnow what? That it's obvious you just tag along to be in the way?â
Gabriel's eyes widened, the boys would soon learn why an archangel feared you if they kept pushing. Instead, you let a grin spread across your face, eyes hardening.
âYou should know, that the mystery spot was partially my idea.â Your voice was sickly sweet.
âWell to be more accurate Gigantor the firefighter death was my idea. And hoo boy was that funny.â a chuckle escaped, as his eyes first widened in horror then hardened and filled with rage.
âAnd donât just think you were wandering around looking for Gabe without our knowledge, oh no I was there. I was making it more difficult for you.â
You knew you struck a cord as his jaw started twitching. You stood and made your way towards Gabe, at this point your head was throbbing.
âWell, sugar I donât think they'll trust us now..â Gabriel muttered
You glanced at where he was looking, the boys were in a heated discussion, voices steadily growing louder.
âYou know what Darlin I have a migraine I truly donât give a damn.â
He rolled his eyes and lifted his hand to âcureâ your migraine, of course, his cures usually resulted in you turning into odd colors and or breaking out into random songs.
However, the sudden shouting from the boys, about whether to trust you or not, stopped him. His hand dropped back to his side almost as if he was admitting defeat, defeat of what you had no clue.
âTHEY KILLED YOU, DEAN!â Gigantor screeched
The other one, Dean now that you knew, reeled back as if shocked. Then squared up and leapt back into the ring.
âI DON'T GIVE A DAMN SAM THEY COULD FUCKING HELP RIGHT NOW!â
Interesting Gigantors name was Sam, yeah you weren't ever going to use that. Normally you'd take great pleasure in the in fighting you had caused, but at the moment it was stopping you from getting rid of your headache. As the bickering continued along the same thread you grew increasingly frustrated.
âJust imagine it Sammy, we could win against the devilâ Dean sharply snapped out.
Samâs face contorted in frustration, then he vehemently shot back.
âOh yea I can imagi-â
âOH HOW ABOUT BOTH OF YOU IMAGINE SHUTTING UP!â
They both abruptly stopped, Gabe was staring at you shocked. Normally you kept your temper quite well.
âSome of us have headaches and only came along to offer assistance. Now if you can't get over the fact we killed AND brought back your brother multiple times then sayonara jackasses.â
You grabbed Gabe's hand and let out a gruff âlet's goâ
You smirked as Gabe simultaneously healed your headache and left. Youâd probably end up helping them out anyway. Although they could show some appreciation.
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Warnings:Graphic description of a death, character death
A/N: This is written for @seenashwrite challenge, this is the first of three ill be doing so keep an eye out! This story also takes place during S3Ep11 Mystery Spot
Prompt: 121. No no no no - Like, a big, sweaty fireman carries you out of a burning building, lays you on the sidewalk and you think â Yeah, okay, heâs gonna give me mouth-to-mouth â but instead he just starts choking the shit out of you, and the last sensation that you feel before you die is heâs squeezing your throat so hard that a big wet blob of drool drips off his teeth, and just â flurp  â falls right onto your popped-out eyeball.
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Your eyes popped open, sleep evading you as a plan formulated in your mind. You even had the perfect person, well angel, to help you pull it off. He even had a plan that could easily be worked to involve yours. As a vicious smile spread across your face you climbed out of bed and got dressed. It was time to make a call.
***
âOk so let me get this straight man, you want me to kill him with a firefighter?â Gabriels asked confusedly.
âNo, well sorta? Would it help if I described it as if it was happening to you?â
He sighed but nodded nonetheless.
Your eyes went to a point over his head as you started imagining what you wanted to happen.
âOk so imagine this, you are in a building and itâs on fire. Right?â
He cautiously nodded.
âOk so then a firefighter comes and saves you, but then chokes you to death.â
Gabrielâs face screamed confusion, he nodded along anyway.
âThen right as you die a blob hits your eye!â You finished excitedly
âSo you want him to be choked to death by a firefighter and as he dies the person spits on him?â His voice was laced with confusion, not comprehending the inherent genius of your plan.
You shook your head no and made a disgruntled noise, honestly couldnât he just read your mind and get the picture? After a moments thought the proverbial lightbulb above your head dinged.
â No no no no - Like, a big, sweaty fireman carries you out of a burning building, lays you on the sidewalk and you think â Yeah, okay, heâs gonna give me mouth-to-mouth â but instead he just starts choking the shit out of you, and the last sensation that you feel before you die is heâs squeezing your throat so hard that a big wet blob of drool drips off his teeth, and just â flurp  â falls right onto your popped-out eyeballâ  you finally said voice full of malice.
You honestly sounded like you were seconds away from maniacal laughter. At this point if he didnât get it youâd just tell him to forget it. Luckily for him his eyes lit up with comprehension, his smile matching yours.
âNow thatâs something I can do.â
***
Watching Sam try and fight against the other firefighters as Dean was choked to death brought massive amounts of amusement to you. You turned and high-fived Gabriel as Deanâs eye popped out and a glob of spit landed on it.
âNow that had to be traumatic enough to drive the point home.â He determinedly said.
âIf it wasnât I bet he really regrets investigating the âmystery spotâ.â you chuckled out.
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A/n: This is the third and final part for @seenashwriteâ 200 follower challenge.This one is written a bit differently then the others. You donât have to read them in order but the first one is Firefighter and the second one is Shutting up. As soon as i get a more stable internet connection ill link them here.
Prompt: Holy Shit, you geeks are badass!
Part 1 Part 2
You had been around the boys when you met her, Charlie, the most amazing chick you had the pleasure of meeting. Unfortunately for you, you had been hiding your presence because you were on a strictly information gathering mission for Gabe.
You truthfully were a bit peeved at the boys since they let Gabe âdieâ. They didnât even know he was faking his death and they just let him do it.
The second time you met her she was hiding from the boys. She was a bit scared but eager to hunt. So you took her under your wing and taught her basics. Gabriel playing most monsters to help her. She had become like family to you by this time. Â So when she went and got discovered by the boys again you tagged along, Secretly of course.
Your heart ached when she went to Oz, mostly because you couldnât follow. She was like a child to you. Most people were because youâd been by Gabeâs side since basically right after he left heaven. You wouldnât trade the immortality for the world, because everyone, whether angelic or not, gets lonely and you didnât want that for him.
When she came back she wasnât the same. Gabe knew what was wrong but wouldnât tell you. Apparently you couldnât âmess with fateâ. He should know youâd kill a bitch before you let your child get hurt. You loved your new geeky child.
Finally you and Gabe revealed yourselves when Gigantor planned to get Charlie involved in something dangerous.
âI donât care Samuel, Charlie is not going to be unguarded!â You fiercely whispered, being mindful of the other sleeping man in the room.
âWe need her help, and I canât guard her all the time. Cas will be there.â His signature bitch face was making an appearance, voice a low rumble growl. After the mystery spot revelation he had never really liked you.
You narrowed your eyes and left. Youâd just watch from the shadows, you werenât letting her get hurt. Not when you were fully capable of stopping anyone from hurting her.
You were right to watch apparently, as the angle lost her and she was being hunted. Â The people were well and truly monstrous, they even went as far as modifying their own bodies. You watched the man approach her and corner her in the bathroom.
âIâd stop if I were you, sheâs under my protection.â Your voice was backed by Gabrielâs, something you mentally thanked him for because he had been off pranking some tramp? Or trump? Person. You really hadnât been paying attention.
The man, who was missing an arm, pulled out a gun and pointed it towards Charlie. The second she was in danger all thought left you. The only thing you could think to do was keep her safe. So you charged him, somehow managing to knock the gun away from her before he shot. Of course the way you knocked it meant you had been grazed by the bullet.
You threw a punch and become solely focused on beating the crap out of this guy. The next thing you knew the boys were pulling you off the mutilated body.
Charlie was alive and well at least, even if she flinched behind the boys when you looked over at her. If you had been thinking you wouldâve had he run away before you started in on the guy.
âIs she hurt?â
Dean glanced back at Charlie.
âThankfully no,â then he turned fully to Charlie.
âRight sweetheart? Youâre not physically hurt?â
âNo..â was the muttered response. The look she was giving you though meant she was mentally wounded. To her you had been the easy laid back teacher, not a guy whoâd beat someone past death.
âIâll get going then, I donât wish to scare Charlie. Sheâs had more then enough scares for a day.â With that you got Gabe to hide you away.
You didnât show yourself again but you watched her break the code. The very code that had almost gotten her killed just hours before. You vowed to just check in on her from time to time instead of the near continuous watch you had been doing. Regardless you figured until they figured out this one youâd stick around.
Since you were hidden you probably terrified her when you muttered
âHoly shit, you geeks are badass..â
As she startled and looked around you mentally asked Gabe to take you to him. It was time for Charlie to spread her wings without an overprotective parent hovering.
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