a woman ahead of her time

It’s exam week and I am tired. Instead of coherent content, please enjoy this list of random dialogue that I currently have no context for:



Damian listened thoughtfully until Tim got to the end. “So basically we need your help. Any questions?”

“Yes,” Damian decided, after a few seconds of silence.

“Shoot.”

“When did I give you the impression that I cared?”

“Oh come on.”

“What was my mistake?”

“We’re on a timeline here.”

“No, really,” Damian asked, raising his hands in an exaggerated gesture of confusion. “Where did I go wrong?”


“I’m confused,” Duke told him. “Red Hood Jason or Trophy Case Jason?”

For some reason, Tim didn’t seem to understand the question. He pointed across the cave, to where Hood was sorting through medical supplies. “Jason.”

“So not the Robin that died.”

Tim pointed again, slower this time. “Jason.”

“That’s… the same person?”

“Yeah.”

“He didn’t actually die?”

“Oh boy,” said Tim, biting at his lip. “No, he was definitely dead.”

Was?”

“Short-term. You really didn’t know?”

“It’s not an uncommon name?” Duke could hear the panic in his own voice, but he didn’t feel inclined to check it. “Why would I assume that one person… came back from the dead?? Instead of assuming there are two people named Jason?”

“Oh boy,” Tim repeated. He turned to Damian, who Duke suddenly noticed was smiling in a very unsettling sort of way. “You didn’t tell him?”

Damian shook his head. The smile became downright maniacal. 

Tell me what??”


“It’s a family meeting,” Dick told him. “You have to stay.”

Jason collapsed back into his armchair, glaring. “You know sometimes I think I never actually came back to life? I just died and went to hell.” He crossed his arms. “Because honestly? This could be hell.”

“Stop being dramatic.”

Jason threw him a look that clearly communicated ‘when hell freezes over’ in the most dramatic way possible, or at least that was the goal.

Dick turned away, rolling his eyes. He seemed to get the message. There, Jason thought. Nailed it. He felt better.


“What’s the holdup?” Tim asked, settling onto the couch next to Cass. “Something wrong?”

Dick shrugged. “Bruce says he has an announcement.”

“We have a new sibling?” Tim guessed.

“What? No.” Dick frowned, probably running the odds just to be sure. “Not that I’m aware of, anyway.”

“You had to think about it,” Tim noted, and then turned to face the door as Bruce finally made his entrance.

“I have an announcement.”

“We have a new sibling?”

“What?” Bruce asked. “No.” His eyes flicked upward for half a second, and then he continued, decisive. “No, you don’t.”

“See?” Tim asked. “He had to think about it.”


“I thought you were against this plan,” Duke said.

Damian nodded. “I am, but Todd and I reached an agreement.”

“Yeah?”

“Simple bet,” Damian confirmed. “If it works, I have to go to Drake’s birthday party, but if Todd dies again, I get to put ‘Damian told him so’ on his new headstone.”

“Oh,” Duke told him. “That sounds… fair.”

Damian leaned back against the wall, smirking. “I like my chances.”

[scene break]

At that point, Duke became pretty sure that the plan wasn’t going to work. He looked from Jason, up on the rooftop, to Damian, who was calmly punching numbers into his phone. “Uh. Shouldn’t we go help him?”

Damian raised a finger in a give-me-a-second kind of gesture while he put his phone to his ear. “Hello, Elliot Funeral Home? How much do you charge for gravestones? Midrange. I see. Very reasonable.”

“Damian!”

“Fine,” Damian sighed. “Thank you,” he told his phone. “I’ll be in touch.”


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Ella Fitzgerald and Marilyn Monroe at Tiffany Club 1954

“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt … she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.“ Ella Fitzgerald  

Some Awesome Female Avant-Garde Artists

Now I have always been a very big fan of unconventional art movements. Not only do I appreciate how those art movements have influenced what we see today, but the history that prompted them is rather revolutionary. Today, I want to appreciate the women who aren’t as well-known as the great Frida Kahlo. This post is more focused in the late 1910’s, to the 1930’s period. It is to honour some of the out-of-the-box women that I admire so much, from all sorts of movements. Here we go!

Helen Lundeberg (1908–1999)

Not just a formally taught and talented artist, but Lundeberg was actually one of the founders of what would be known as the Post-Surrealism art movement, later leaning to abstraction in the 1950’s. She was not only talented, but extremely intelligent, earning a place at Stanford University for “brilliant children.” Now while I said I would focus on the lesser-known artists, Lundeberg is a rather more famous one. However she is a tough one to leave out. She was especially famous during the 1930’s. She was in charge to create multiple murals, and her exhibitions (including her early solo exhibits) were very successful. It’s interesting to see her works evolve during her life, yet remain distinctly recognizable as hers.

Above: Portrait of Inez, 1933, by Helen Lundeberg (1908–1999).

Sophie Taeuber-Arp (1889-1943)

Certainly a woman ahead of her time, Sophie Taeuber-Arp’s artwork as a painter, sculptor, textile designer, furniture, interior designer, architect and dancer all scream “modern woman.” She studied different art forms, primarily textile art, formally in some areas. She was quite heavy in the Dada scene, yet her Constructivist works are probably her most recognizable. Her use of colours of her geometric forms are what draw the eye. Taeuber-Arp’s talent and hard work earned her a position teaching weaving and other textile arts at the Zürich Kunstgewerbeschule (Zürich University of the Arts). She was a woman that appreciated art in all its forms, and many appreciated the way she presented them. In fact, her flexibility and talent is appreciated today, as she is, in fact, the only woman on the current series of Swiss banknotes in Switzerland.

Above: Oval Composition with Abstract Motifs, 1922, by Sophie Taeuber-Arp (1889-1943).

Marguerite Zorach (1887-1968)

Another intelligent artistic lady on the list, Marguerite Zorach became interested in art at a very young age. She, luckily, was blessed with very supportive parents that encouraged her to study everything related with liberal arts. People generally don’t get as unconventional as Zorach really was. Influenced by friends such as Picasso and Matisse, she is naturally recognized for her Fauvist work. Even her husband commented “I just couldn’t understand why such a nice girl would paint such wild pictures.” It may sound like he didn’t approve, but her husband (William Zorach) loved the way she stood out from a crowd. While she settled her “wild” painting side and became more focused on her family, she was titled president to the New York Society of Women Artists. Throughout her life Zorach experimented in all kinds of art media - even making clothes. You can certainly tell the different influences and evolution of her works. Because of this she received mixed criticism throughout her artistic years, yet her works are remembered today.

Above: Death of a Miner, 1930, by Marguerite Zorach (1887-1968).

Pan Yuliang (1899-1977)

Truly a woman to differ from the mainstream (and possibly my favourite on this list). Pan Yuliang is considered China’s “first woman in the country to paint in the Western style.” Unlike many of the woman included in this list, Yuliang did not come from a family of prominence. Just at the age of 14, she was sold by her uncle to a brothel and forced into prostitution. In an amazing turn of events, however, she was noticed by a kind wealthy man who brought her freedom. Becoming his second wife and adopting his last name, he sponsored her education and allowed her artistic abilities to flourish. Because of her talent, fast learning, and hard work, she was accepted in not only the Shanghai Art School, but also numerous schools in Europe. This even included Italy’s Roman Royal Art Academy. Pan Yuliang wasn’t particularly loved by all in China, however. Her works caused some outrage in her home country, and she eventually settled in France, where her paintings were more appreciated.

Above: Detail of Self-portrait, 1936, by Pan Yuliang (1899-1977).

Aleksandra Ekster (1882-1949)

Another abstract woman to appreciate, Russian painter Aleksandra Ekster uniquely used her skills for design purposes. Because of her extraordinary designs, she was required to work in numerous fabulous cities, from places in her home country of Russia, to the romantic Paris, France. Thanks to her prominent and wealthy family, Ekster was free to study art formally, later graduating from Kiev Art School. Her life was the ultimate art fantasy, as she organised meetings at her studio for Russia’s “intellectual elite.” This included artists, writers, and poets. While she never stuck with just one movement, but varied in many revolutionary avant-garde art movements of her time, her style is completely unique and consistent. She is known distinctly for her fashion designs, which were not only completely wearable, but also very memorable.

Above: Costume design for Romeo and Juliette, 1921, by Aleksandra Ekster (1882-1949).

“Tombstone” (1993): cowboys and gay subtext

Disclaimer: I wrote this text long time ago, when we first heard the title of the episode, and we knew perfectly nothing about the plot - I just somehow never got to posting it. Back then I never DREAMED that we will be getting Cas and Dean roleplaying Texas rangers, and running around in cowboy hats. (What a time to be alive!) Anyway, I hope this little rant about how “Tombstone” (1993) is relevant to tomorrow’s episode will still be fun to read.

Disclaimer 2: I do not equal effeminate/weak bodied/flamboyant = gay, just different from the surroundings in the context of this movie. At the same time, the movie uses cheap stereotypes to characterize their characters in subtext.  It is 1990s, and this is not good, but it happened back then.


File it under the “Things I do because of my “Supernatural” obsession”: I watch and read stuff I hadn’t expected to before I started watching the show - you know, like a 1993 western telling the story of the legendary gunman Wyatt Earp and his two brothers, hunting and killing some Old West gang of outlaws in a frontier town.

Nevertheless, I did watch it, and now I will write about it because I am painfully aware that episode 13x06 is called “Tombstone”, that it has a western theme, and that it’s an episode by the writer who gave us “Stuck in the Middle with You” (12x12). It is therefore quite possible that the source material is relevant to the final product - plus with Tarantino being a western buff, it all connects nicely.

I will not speculate about the actual episode since we have almost nothing to go on at the moment - besides a few pictures from which we can gather a couple of facts:

  • The boys are most probably in Dodge City at some point (we saw pictures from the set saying “Dodge City” on one of the buildings). The city is about 3,5 hour drive from Lebanon - where the bunker is - and it was here Wyatt Earp was the sheriff before he moved to Tombstone. It also is “the cowboy capital of the US” because of it being the main city on the old “cattle trail”, famous for its cow markets and for its gunfights. We saw Dodge City on the show once before when Krissy’s dad was attacked in “Adventures in Babysitting”, but otherwise this is the first time we visit it,
  • We also know that at some point we will visit a cowboy-themed motel.

[While all of this gives us no story hints whatsoever, I think it’s safe to assume that the keywords for the episode are “cowboys” and “western”. Since Davy Perez’ most noteworthy episode last year was Tarantino themed, I am not remotely surprised this season for him is “westerns” (he is also bringing us the train heist episode later this season - yes, please.)]

I can, however, present the movie “Tombstone” that may or may not have something to do with the final episode (we’ll see). As I am aware that not everyone is as dedicated (read: bored and obsessed) as me to check out every pop culture reference on the show, I decided to share my newly aquired wisdom with the class.

Ok, so the story. The movie tells a (rather idealized) version of the shootout that occured in the frontier town of Tombstone, Arizona, between Wyatt, Virgil and Morgan Earp (plus their friend, Doc Holliday) and the gang of outlaws who called themselves “the Cowboys” - known as the gunfight at OK Corral. I will talk just about the movie here (since the historical truth is a little different, and a compare-and-contrast historical analysis is not what we need right now).

So, Wyatt Earp got famous being the marshall of Dodge City, while also being a pacifist and trying to avoid starting conflicts as much as possible. Tombstone was supposed to be his retirement - he wanted to settle down, finally having his family around, and earn some money for a comfortable and silent life. He came to Tombstone together with his two brothers and their wives; upon arrival, he found out that his best friend, Doc Holliday, also ended up in the town, searching for his luck and trying to cure his TB - an illness that will later kill him at the age of 35. 

We meet Wyatt Earp when he has people closest to his heart right around him, and is very content with his life. He is also very adamant to leave the past and the fame behind, and start a completely new chapter in Arizona. The Earp brothers find out very quickly, however, that Tombstone is very far from the sleepy abode the name might suggest. The town is full of colourful characters - gamblers, gunslingers, preachers, prostitutes, outlaws etc. And of course there is a conflict boiling just below the surface.

Unwillingly, one by one the Earp party is pulled back into being the law officers again, and into the bloody frontier war.

SPOILERS AHEAD (you know, if you wanna watch the movie yourself)

So many themes here that remind me of SPN!

  • We have a duty bound man who meets a maverick and outgoing woman. She offers him excitement and adventures, and of course he falls for her, but doesn’t let himself have what he wants because of his mission, his situation (he was married at the time), and the need to act honourably. He is, however, perfectly aware of his feelings and that a part of this behaviour is fear of following his heart because he had never done this before in his life;
  • It takes a death of his closest friend to realize life is too short, and he should go for what he wants, which he does;
  • Before this, however, he follows the murder of one of his brothers by going on a shooting spree, and killing every bad guy he can find until they all are eradicated,
  • There is also so much gay subtext between two of the characters that the movie is always mentioned when “gay westerns before Brokeback Mountain” are discussed.

“Tombstone” as a lesson in gay subtext:

It is never mentioned in the movie that Billy Zane and Jason Priestley’s characters are gay. Yet, it is so obvious from the way they are portrayed that even people who are not used to reading subtext are perfectly aware the two characters are most probably lovers.

The characterization

The first thing we notice is the look of the characters. The two man are both dressed in a way that differenciates them from the enviroment around them - Billy Zane’s Fabian is completely different from the masculine world of the Old West, with his soft hair, boyish good looks, clean shaven face, and elaborate outfits.

Jason Priestley’s Billy is more in accordance with the tough world of Tombstone - he is the deputy sheriff after all, and can be tough when needed - but still, in his time off he is portrayed as soft, effeminate, especially while contrasted with the criminals he usually runs with. His outfit is not too different from everyone else’s, but he is the only person to wear a bowtie (everyone else wears neckties or bandanas) and spectacles. He is portrayed as a slightly weaker and more vulnerable person.

Exposition in relation to other characters

The two characters sexuality is shown, not talked about, especially through the kind of interractions they have with other people.

We meet Fabian when he steps out of a carriage, all confident, flamboyant, well-groomed and witty. His person awakens the reaction in the manly-men of the West, which is shown by Morgan Earp asking the local sheriff “What kind of town is this?” (at which point Wyatt shushes him, as if he said something offensive). 

To hammer the point home, Fabian is an actor who travels with a gorgeous woman, but obviously has no sexual interest in her - they are best buddies who ogle the Earps together, and comment on their attractiveness.

As for Billy, we meet him when he arrives at the theatre to see the actors’ performance, and right away he is shown bullied by the Cowboys. The quips obviously refer to his sexuality (“Hey, sister boy, gimme some!”). He doesn’t try to shoot them down, just tries to avoid being touched. Quickly he is “saved” by the leader of the gang, and seated beside him. Shortly afterwards the camera shows us the difference between the Cowboys and the deputy sheriff’s approach to Fabian onstage (mocking vs in awe).

Later, during a blink-and-you-miss-it moment, Billy grabs Fabian in the saloon, and cordially invites him to his table. This is the last time we see the two men together, alive.

Fast forward to the end of the movie: Billy is riding around with the Cowboys while Wyatt Earp runs around, shooting everything he can find. The outlaws stop a carriage and find the actress and Fabian in the back: the actor is dead, shot by the Cowboys. Everything here happens completely beside the dialogue and the rest of the scene. Billy watches dead Fabian while the actress holds her dead friend, and angrily discusses the war with the leader of the gang.

(Just for your viewing pleasure, I created THIS GIFSET of the scene)

It is never said out loud that Bily and Fabian are lovers. It is still pretty damn obvious. It is perfectly clear from the way they are presented, their interactions with other characters, and the (very limited) onscreen interactions with each other.

“Tombstone” is a cowboy movie that takes a step towards the actual reality of the Wild West, and makes it almost textual. Homosexuality was a natural part of the cowboy lifestyle - it was after all a society full of men, where the men to women ratio was around 8:1. Everyone had needs, not everyone had money, and love and sexual encounters between men were as common as in any other, similar enviroment. There is a reason why the uber-masculine cowboy stereotype is one of the main figures in American gay iconology - think everything from “Midnight Cowboy” to The Village People and “Brokeback Mountain”.

Why Davy Perez chose to call his episode after the kettle-market town in Arizona, but also after the movie with such a strong gay subtext?

WE MAY NEVER KNOW!

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lois lane week: day six | retro

Noel Neill: Gals would come up to me and go “Gee, you know it was something when I saw you on television working as a woman in a newspaper office and part of the men’s club. It gave them the courage to get out there. Dana Delany: Lois Lane was ahead of her time. It was really important to have that as a role model for girls my age. She was a career woman, and she didn’t take crap from anybody. Margot Kidder: I think you play Lois in accordance with your cultural time. Jeph Loeb: She was a smart, tough, sexy gal who worked in a man’s world. – Being Lois Lane

shout out to twin peaks for having a trans woman character in the 90s and not sexualizing her, not treating it as something “weird”, not making her explain her name or pronoun change, not having the fact that shes trans brought up in every conversation, and having realistic interactions between her and people who were confused by it. ahead of it’s time. 🦉☕️❤️ (also yes she could have been played by a trans woman, but it still was working towards bigger steps)

Lena Luthor being brought back as a series regular is important for me. For several reasons:

1) She is a strong, bold woman who is the CEO of her own company.

2) She is incredibly smart and she has never used her appearance to get ahead.

3) She is open to change and respects ideas that are different to her own.

4) She has almost died on a few different occasions but each time she comes out fighting.

5) She was brought up with disgusting, xenophobic views but she actively goes against her family and all that she knows because she isn’t like them.

6) She has been a great friend and provided wonderful moral support for Kara.

7) She is hardworking and driven. She worked into the night just so she could help a friend.

8) She saved the entire alien race and single handedly took down her mother who’s plan was to kill all aliens.

9) She is a victim of emotional abuse and she is constantly fighting, she is constantly battling with it but still remains good despite her horrible past.

10) She is played by Katie McGrath who is a very talented and giving actress. Who has given us such wonderful, raw emotions and scenes that both mend and break my heart.

So I am excited for Lena’s return for a lot of reasons. I am excited to see her bond with the Superfriends, I am excited to see her having drinks with Maggie, I’m excited to see her friendships develop and I am excited to see her company thriving, to see what she faces, to gain more backstory. I am excited to see more of a character who has been similar struggles to myself and has come out on top. I am excited for Lena Luthor.

Face Time ; Sebastian Stan

WARNINGS: cyber sex theme-ish, masturbation, nsfw!!, parts of seb cussing in romanian, kinda hot tbh –be prepared

summary: being parted from Sebastian, as he visits his homeland, can be a pain in the ass –especially because both of you are always in dire need of sex.


A/N: heh so much Romanian shit happening….i cant even comprehend. sorry if you felt attacked with this drabble

The monitor of your laptop illuminated bright white lights around your dim lit room. You faced against the monitor and scrolled around Youtube and other social medias trying to find updates about the interviews of Sebastian –though completely ignoring the fact that you could directly ask Sebastian yourself via a simple text. And as you looked through the videos suggested, you came across a previous interview about Captain America: The First Avenger in 2011.

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I always wondered about this line. 

Because it sounds almost bitter and bitterness is something I was never able to associate with Spock. Sure, he can be angered and he can be pretty stubborn, but he is so gentle and bound to logic that turning bitter just doesn’t seem to be compatible with his nature.

So I was asking myself where did that come from?

Spock is really not broken up about losing T’Pring to another man. He isn’t even mad about her almost getting him killed, because he understand her reasoning. He knows that in order to marry someone she wants and keep her social status she had to divorce him according to the old traditions. So that’s definitely not it. 

Could it be that only a short time before he witnessed how it would be like to get something greatly desired…

…and having to live with all the consequences?

I think “City on the Edge of Forever” is the episode Spock realizes what nature his feelings to Jim Kirk are. Maybe it was the close proximity, (I mean they always lived in each other’s pockets an the Enterprise, but here they were even closer…) or maybe it was the fact that Jim let himself fall in love with Edith Keeler. Because it’s when we see something we can not have that we realize how much we want it, isn’t it?

I never understood Jim falling for Edith, not because I don’t like the woman, far be it! She is amazing, a bright and gentle spirit far ahead of her time, although a bit naive… But for Jim to fall in love on a mission, while being trapped in the past and thus coming very near to breaking the Prime Directive on a massive scale is just plain unprofessional. 

(Shout-out to plaidshirtjimkirk at this point for writing a beautiful piece of work that got this to MAKE SENSE! The thought of Jim Kirk who, away from his ship and command, would let himself fall for someone who couldn’t exploit him or would want him for prestige and influence is by far the best explanation I read for his behavior here. Because he had nothing and Edith still wanted him.)

Furthermore, Spock’s demeanor throughout the episode is worth noting. I mean what were Nimoy’s instructions for this scene? Did Joseph Pevney go ahead and say: “Hey you know what? Just look as heartbroken as you possibly can, that’ll work!”

Because he does. 

Spock is so resigned, almost sad for most of the episode. Just imagine: he had to watch his best friend fall in love knowing how it would end, knowing that although Edith loved Jim back, she would still break his heart. Jim is the one person Spock trusts and he can do absolutely nothing for him. He can’t save him the heartbreak. (An interesting observation here is that later, muuuuch later, into the 5-year-mission when Jim mourns Reyna’s death, Spock DOES intervene. But by that time they have already established a mental rapport so Spock is not afraid of disregarding Jim’s privacy to help him.)

I think after this mission Spock had to acknowledge that Jim Kirk was far more important to him than he previously thought. But he also saw what really letting himself fall for someone did to Jim. Considering all the pain Spock witnessed maybe “After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting.”, is the lesson he learned from watching what love could do to someone. 

It could be the reason he never acted on any eventual feelings. Why possibly ruin a sufficient working relationship and a dearly cherished friendship for a “What if”? Longing for something from afar is a lot safer than actually risking something in order to get it.  

After all, where is the logic in heartbreak? 

The Wrong Side of Heaven Part One (demon!bucky x reader)

Originally posted by sebbystanimagines

Summary: Bucky is a demon, sent to earth to kill a human. But when he meets her, he can’t exactly figure out why she was chosen to die.

A/N: PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!!

Word Count: 940

Warnings: uncertainty

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“Her,” he pointed at the globe in the center of the enormous room. “You are to watch over her until the time comes.”

Bucky shook his head, glancing up at the figure standing over his shoulder. “Why? What has she done?”

“Enough to cast her away from the pearly gates upstairs,” he answered, looking grim and glum as he watched the girl in the globe as she walked about the sidewalk, grinning, unknowing that her end will meet one day soon. “She’s not meant to die of natural causes. You need to see to that.”

“But, sir-!”

“Barnes.” He warned, throwing Bucky a dark look.

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Chance Encounter | 01

Character / Genre / words: Christian Yu ( DPR +IAN / Yu Barom ) x reader | Fluff | 7,115 words

Warning: Nothing yet. For now. Possible smut scene ahead

a/n: inspired by the infamous DM mishap which happened to me about a week ago or more, so I decided to just write the whole thing down as a cute reminder. This is the first time I’m writing for him, so I hope I do him justice | dedicated to: @rapmonluv , @meanyoongis who have been supporting me into actually writing this, and @2seoke who has shown me the light^^

Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03


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Black and White (Part 1)

Dean is a mechanic, running an illegal chop shop on the side to pay for his baby brother’s college tuition. Castiel is a local photojournalist who just so happens to catch Dean on film stealing a car.

Dean convinces Cas not to turn him in, and sparks fly.

But what happens when Cas appears to be involved with a rival group? Can Dean trust him at all? Or does Cas already know enough to ruin him?

Word Count: 3250

Warnings: None yet

A/N: Feedback appreciated! This is an AU that’s a little different, so I hope y’all enjoy this one!


There’s nothing left to do for the day, and Dean’s just about to lock up when a woman walks in, walking briskly and looking a little flustered, like most people who’ve just had unexpected car trouble.

“And what can I do for you?” Dean asks, eyeing her as she sets her purse on the counter. Pretty, but a little too upscale for his taste, with her manicured nails and name-brand everything.

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You, You’re Everything

A coda for 12x10 which needs no coda as it is perfect. Here’s this anyway. You can also find it on Ao3 Here


“So you were in a female vessel before?” Dean looked at Cas as he tipped back the last bit of beer. Dean had gone through a few bottles and felt the little heady buzz of it. Sam gave up and went off to bed. He gave Cas a pat as he passed, a moment of brotherly affection passed between them in a glance. 

Dean waited for Cas to explain. The room felt smaller somehow, now that Sam had left it. “I was, and she was a truly kind, devoted woman. I am grateful that she did not suffer for having been my vessel.”

“There’s a story behind that.” Dean stretched out long and lean in the chair beside the table. He considered popping another cap off a beer, but didn’t. He felt good enough as he was. Cas’ voice, was low and gentle in the quiet.

“When I came to Jimmy, it was always going to be temporary. I never intended for any harm to come to him. I never wanted for him to suffer. I have regrets there, where he’s concerned. He deserved more of my concern, more compassion. I gave it only too late.” Cas stared off into the distance and Dean reached out to him across the table, settling a hand on his arm. He gave him a little squeeze.

“You did a lot for his family and for the world in general.” Dean knew that Cas was making a protracted argument in his head for all the reasons why Dean was wrong, but he didn’t speak the words aloud. Dean could see it though, painted in the way his mouth curved down a little, and his eyes looked like they held tears.

“It was different with Constance.”

“Constance was your vessel?” Dean already pieced that together, but he wanted to help Cas along, show he was invested in the story.

“Yes, she was. She’d lost her whole family in a tragic fire. She devoted herself to her faith, believing that God must have had a plan for her. She had money, but as a woman, no means of inheriting it outright. She ended up moving into a small convent on the east coast. She prayed beautifully, and I heard her prayers.” Cas got up from the table and paced about a bit.

Dean worried that he’d stop the story. “So she said yes and you did the mission with Ishim. What happened afterwards?”

Cas sighed, “I knew her thoughts, her life, her fears. Her mind was open to me. She told me that she didn’t want me to go.” 

“Well, it was 1901, not exactly a time of equal rights and such,” Dean said.

“I decided not to leave right away; though, I feared that I was connecting with her too much. Ishim had said that humans were dangerous creatures, best avoided or held at a distance.”

“Yeah, well he had a flawed perspective.” Dean got up then and walked over to Cas as if to point out that proximity wasn’t hurting either of them. Personal space be damned.

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 9)

Characters: sister!reader, John, Mary, Sam, Dean, Ketch, Toni, Mick, Claire(mentioned), Bobby(mentioned)

Warnings: mention of suicide, angst, loss, death, angst, swearing, crying, angst, murder, anger issues, did I mention angst?

Word count: 9597

Summary: Sam, Dean, John and Mary all take action against the British Men of Letters after Dean listens to tape 9.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Where do we go from here, Dean thought. How will we move on? Can we move on from this? After these tapes, how will he ever live knowing that they caused you so much pain. How can he keep going when these things are hitting him in the face with all the facts that everyone that ever cared about you, never paid attention to?

Dean had started tape 9 in the car on the way to the motel they were staying at. It wasn’t too far from the bunker, only a couple of hours. When he arrived at the motel, he took a seat on the bed and continued to listen. As your words flowed through his ears and impressed him, he thought about all of the pain the others had caused to you and he couldn’t relate to them; however, he understood what this one felt like. He knew what it was like to be betrayed like this, but even worse to know what you had done.

He finished the tape. He actually finished tape 9 without pausing it and was shocked that Ketch was even capable of what you had spoke of. He knew what people like Rowena and Crowley were able to do, but this was a low blow… Even for Ketch.

“Dean, come on,” Sam said as they were all leaving the motel room. “We’ve gotta go talk to the victims, it’ll bring us closer to the British Men of Letters.”

“Coming,” he replied with a nod. But all Dean heard was, It’ll bring us closer to killing Ketch.

* * *

It was a few weeks after Rowena had practised her magic on you and you were not coping well. You hadn’t left the bunker in those few weeks and hadn’t eaten or slept much. Your brothers constantly pressed you to tell them what happened that night or who was involved but you would just scream at them and go back to your room. You couldn’t tell anyone about it. Rowena could find out and she would make Crowley return Jody’s soul to hell. Who could you go to anyway, your brothers? Or John? Or even Mary?

You missed Mary. You really did love her like she was your own mom, but the thing was she didn’t love you like a daughter. She was kind to you in front of your brothers and John, luckily you didn’t get any time alone so she couldn’t be mean to you.

A light tapping at your door pulled you from your thoughts before you regretfully said, “come in.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” John spoke softly. “We’re all going on a family trip for a big hunt, we obviously want you to join us. You in?”

* * *

Dean remembered back when they first worked with the British Men of Letters and were forced to trust them. It was after they had tortured Sam into giving them information about American hunters. They would work on cases with Mick Davies usually because he was the only one that Dean actually trusted. Ketch and Toni were his problem mostly, but even back then they had to trust them even after everything they had done to Sam.

* * *

“I don’t know, dad,” you told him with a forced smile, he could see in your eyes how damaged you were. “I’m not really feeling it right now.”

“You haven’t felt like doing anything for a few weeks,” he spoke softly. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked you as he closed your bedroom door and sat at the end of your bed.

You shook your head; your eyes darted away from him because you knew you couldn’t look him in the eye and not tell the truth. “I’m okay.”

“Listen, I know that your life hasn’t been easy, sweetheart. Especially since you’ve met me, and my wife and your brothers.. I know that, I get that. I also get that you can’t forgive me yet, or maybe you never can and that’s okay. I understand,” John stressed. “But what’s not okay is you locking yourself away from us all and not talking to us when you need to. I know that you’re suffering, and you have to know that you can speak to me. You don’t trust me, but that’s gonna leave you worse off rather than better.”

You let your eyes look back up at your father. Of course you didn’t trust him, he left you. He sucked. You hated him and you didn’t know if you could ever forgive him, but right now he was all you had and he was saying everything you needed to hear. You started to think that maybe you could beat this… You would give life one last chance.

* * *

“Can you describe what these people looked like?” Mary asked the young woman who held a child close at her hip.

“There was a blonde woman, or ginger. Like, strawberry blonde. She wore a red blazer with a white blouse and a black skirt. She wasn’t actually doing anything. She didn’t-” she began but caught her breath as she looked down at her son who was only five years old and would now have to grow up without a father. She whispered the rest of her statement. “She didn’t hurt my husband, there was a group of men wearing black gear, with guns in their hands. They all wore masks apart from one man that spoke to the woman in the blazer… I think she called him Keith, or Catch? Something like that. Also, they had British accents.”

She described them perfectly, it was the Brits after all. Toni and Ketch were still in on it and trying to kill all of the monsters in the States. One secret that Dean regretted they had to keep from this woman was that her husband was turned into a vampire a few years after their son was born. He and Sam had heard of this vampire before, that’s how he knew why the Brits had taken care of him. He was an awful monster, really. But the way they handled it was terrible; they were killing the whole nest right in front of the leaders wife.

“I don’t know who the people with my husband were,” she told them. “He used to go out a lot. During the night, just before the sun rose, he would head out and say he was going somewhere and not come back until night again. I followed him once, he headed to a warehouse about 10 miles from here. I didn’t go inside, I was scared of what he could have been doing. I guess, whatever it was, it got him in trouble with the wrong people.”

“Thank you for your time,” John thanked as he pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to the woman. “If you remember anything else please don’t hesitate to call.”

They all stood around together, away from the woman they questioned, and talked about what she had said. “It has to be them, she described them perfectly!” Mary exclaimed.

“We can’t get too ahead of ourselves,” John reminded her, but Sam and Dean were with Mary on this one.

“Dad, come on,” Dean argued. “She said that a British woman called one of the men Keith or Catch, you can’t tell me that isn’t Ketch! And a red blazer? That’s got to be Toni.”

“Yeah, I don’t see it being anyone else,” Sam agreed. “If it was that would be too much of a coincidence. Like it was set up.”

“Yeah, set up,” John nodded. “That’s what I’m trying to say, Sam. I mean, come on, all of you! You really think Toni would be caught dead out here with those guys? You really think they would risk saying their names so loud that someone would hear them?!”

“So you think they’re setting us up?” Mary questioned.

“I think they’re trying to throw us off track,” John replied. “But that just leaves the question of, where are they?”

“Y/N would have had this figured out in no time,” Dean told them all. It was supposed to just be a thought, but the words escaped from his mouth. “She always was a smart kid.”

“Yeah, she was,” Sam agreed with a reminiscent smile. “I guess the four of us are gonna have to try and beat what Y/N could do on her own.”

“As if we would ever be able to pull of what she was able to pull off,” Mary added. “We need her.”

* * *

No one needs me, you thought. Why does no one need me? I wonder if anyone ever thinks to themselves, ‘I need her.’ No, of course they wouldn’t, so you scrapped the idea and packed your bag for this family road trip they had all planned.

Dean was driving with Sam next to him and you in the back seat. John and Mary had decided to take a different car they had got from Bobby’s at some point just so there was a little more room. Things were still awkward with your brothers because you refused to tell them what happened.

“How far is it?” You asked as Dean started to drive. “And who are these people?”

“You know how we’re all legacies? The American Men of Letters, these people are the legacies in Britain,” Sam finished.

“Wait a second,” you replied to your brothers, Dean kept his eyes on the road up the highway. “You can’t mean the British Men of Letters. You guys told me that they tortured Sam, or am I thinking of someone else?”

“Y/N-” Sam started to say.

“Oh my god,” you complained. “You have got to be kidding me. Working with the people that almost killed you?!”

“Our lives are complicated,” Dean told you sternly. “I know that is sucks and as much as we don’t want to work with them, it’s in our best interest to do so. I hate them, OK? Sam does too, we all do. But like I said, best interest and all that.”

“Well they can kiss my ass if they think I’m going to be nice to them,” you complained which earned a small chuckle from both of them. You were starting to act a little less angry and a little more, well, you. The you that they knew and loved, the one that’s happy. That’s how they wanted you to be because they hated the thought of you suffering.

“There’s one that’s not so bad, his names Mick,” Dean added. “Claire might have told you about him. She met him once.”

“Uh, actually, I haven’t spoken to her since what happened at Jody’s,” you reminded them. Great, another reminder that you had lied to their faces just a month ago. “But anyway, I’ll make my own judgements on these people. So far they haven’t got me happy, hurting my brother was a huge mistake.”

You saw Sam smile. A genuine smile that you only ever saw now and then. It wasn’t a very regular thing that happened but you loved when it did, the way the corners of his mouth would try to stay subtlety risen but he just couldn’t help himself. It was when you would show him love, you felt like he wasn’t appreciated enough and you showed him how much you adored him just by dropping small hints.

The rest of the car ride was silent, well, that is if you consider Dean singing, I’m sorry, screaming, along to every song on his AC/DC tape. Sam complained which only made Dean turn his music up even louder. The whole way there, he sung his heart out with the window wide open and it left you giggling in the back seat.

Once the whole thing was finished, Dean took the tape out of the player in his car. “You still have cassette tapes, you’re so lame,” you told him and Sam laughed to agree with you. “They’re pretty cool though, very vintage.”

“Yeah, you want some? I have a few blank tapes, you can put your own music on there,” Dean offered. “How many you gonna want?”

“I’ll let you know later,” you replied as Sam handed you the box full of tapes that Dean owned. “Boy oh boy, you have a lot of tapes.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty old,” Sam told you which earned a nudge in his side from Dean.

“Well, here we are,” Dean revealed. “This is gonna be fun.”

* * *

They were back at the motel and trying to figure out where the Brits were located. None of them thought the same way that you did, you had an open mind. They were always too focused on what the topic was.

“There’s gotta be some kind of sign. Why couldn’t they have just kept their base where it used to be and where we knew it was? I mean, we used to drive there, damn it. We drove there with Y/N once, why the hell did they have to move after that?!,” John complained as he paced back and forth. Mary sat at the table with a laptop in front of her, Sam and Dean both sat at the end of one of the two beds. “Seriously, how did Y/N used to figure this shit out so quickly?”

“She didn’t,” Dean interrupted. ‘She just didn’t focus too much on what was going on. She thought outside of it and it usually led us to what we were looking for in the first place.“

“Well like we have already said,” Mary added without breaking eye contact with her laptop screen, “Y/N was a smart kid, we could never do what she was able to do.”

“What if we forget about the Men of Letters base and where it is,” Sam suggested as if something had just clicked in his brain. John was about to get angry with him, but Sam continued to talk. “You know, what if we’re being watched and monitored? The Brits are smart like Y/N was… So they wouldn’t just let us roam free and wait until we figured out where they were. There must be someone from the British Men of Letters that’s somewhere near us, watching to see where we go.”

“That’s good,” John nodded as he finally stopped pacing across the room. “How do we find out though? And how do we know who it is?”

“I have a plan,” Sam told them, which caused Mary’s eyes to finally drift away from her screen so that they were all staring at Sam. “But you guys are gonna have to trust me, ok?”

* * *

When you first walked in, it instantly sent shivers down your spine. Just the look of this place made you feel uneasy, it all seemed so robotic and set up. Hunting wasn’t supposed to be like that, it was supposed to happen in the moment. Direct, physical fighting wasn’t something you would plan for because you would have no idea how the other people was going to react to your fists coming towards their face. You wouldn’t know if their reflexes were fast enough to block your punch.

“Winchesters,” you heard a man with brown hair say. “It’s good to see you again, I see you’ve brought someone new along with you.”

“Y/N, this is Mick Davies,” Sam told you. “Mick, this is Y/N. Our sister.”

“Oh, yes, Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you!” He exclaimed. “Claire has told me so much.”

“What?” You questioned. “Claire talked about me?”

“Yeah, it was while Sam and Dean were out and we were trying to find something positive for her to focus on. The first thing she brought up was you,” he revealed as if it was nothing. Wow, Claire still cared about you even after everything you had both been through. So why did she still do what she did? Why did she lie to your brothers and Jody about Gabriel? That didn’t seem like someone that cared about you, it seemed like someone who wanted you because they didn’t have you anymore.

“Mick,” another British man said from behind him. “You’re needed by Toni, she said she wants to speak to you about something from a few weeks ago. She said you had a lead on something and she’s found out more.”

“Ah, yes!” Mick replied as his head whipped around to look at this other guy. “I remember, I’ll go and see what she’s got. I’ll see you all later,” he told your family before walking off so the other guy took his place.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he smiled creepily as he put his hand out to shake yours. You didn’t put yours out to shake back, he just stood there stupidly with his hand in front of him for a moment before he pulled it back and sighed. “You must be a Winchester.”

“You must be Ketch,” you assumed. You had heard about him before, you condemned him for the things that he and Toni had done to hurt Sam. Not only that, but they captured Dean for a while too and even tried to turn Sam crazy. “I have a lot of things to say to you.”

“Ketch,” Dean nodded awkwardly. “This is our sister, Y/N. She’s joining us today in whatever you’ve got for us.”

“How delightful,” Ketch said happily, but you could tell it was sarcasm. You simply rolled your eyes at his words and crossed your arms over your chest. “Let’s not forget, fighting isn’t the only skill you need to be able to work these cases. It takes precision and the ability to work things out. In simple terms, you have to be smart.”

He walked and you all followed him to a room that was full of TV screens on the wall and one keyboard on a desk. “We’re plenty smart, thank you.”

“You seem a little young, Y/N,” Ketch told you as he put up a case for each of you on one of the screens. “I’m giving you all a case each, maybe you should take the easiest one.”

“I want that one,” you said as you pointed to the screen that said, Johnny Lurche. Species: as yet unidentifiable.

“Fine,” Ketch said. “You can have that one, If you can figure out what he is from the facts that we’ve given you.”

He pressed something on his keyboard that made all of the facts on Johnny Lurche show on the screen. “Done,” you said after just scanning your eyes over the screen. “He’s a witch.”

“A witch?” He questioned. “How could you possibly-”

“The smell of sulphur and the feeling of a chill suggests two different monsters. This would have been created as a diversion so that any hunter would believe it was either a ghost or a demon. However, that means this monster would have to be smart, so we already know it’s not a werewolf or a vampire. We know it’s not a vampire anyway because he’s not in a large pack, it’s the same with the werewolf. And if you look at Johnny you can see that he looks human so we can rule out a lot of monsters such as Banshee’s, Pontianak’s and Wendigo’s. Also, the bottom of the results you have back say that in his house, where he was assumed to have killed his wife, there was a small bag with a red symbol on it and it contained bones. It’s called a hex bag, it’s what witches use. So maybe before you start calling me stupid, you should do your damn research.”

Silence. Complete, utter silence. Not a single word came from that mans mouth, and you could almost feel how proud Mary, John, Sam and Dean were from what you had just expressed. You smiled sweetly, but of course, it was sarcasm.

“I’ll be right back,” Ketch sneered before he walked out of the room and left you all to choose which case you wanted to take.

“Nice work, Y/N,” Sam chuckled as Ketch left. “You sure proved him wrong.”

“Well, I know my stuff,” you replied without taking your eyes off the screen about Johnny. The real reason you had gotten so good was because of what happened with your dad back before your mother died. The way he made you feel because you didn’t know anything drove you to make sure you did your homework on monsters. You knew everything there was to know and you had to prove that to every hunter around you.

It was a little annoying to you all that you had to go off for separate cases, but you didn’t really have a choice. A different member of the British Men of Letters worked with each of you for the case you had chosen. In a very unfortunate event, Ketch had ended up being in charge of the case you had chosen. Fantastic, you thought, I get to spend more time with this asshole that likes to put me down and expect the worst from me.

You didn’t see your family for the rest of that day, you spent it in a car with Ketch on the way to the house of Johnny Lurche.

* * *

Dean walked into the bar that they knew they would be followed to. Trust me, Sam had told him, and of course he did. Sam’s his brother, he had to trust him. But you trusted Ketch and look where that got you. Ketch betrayed you. Sam would never do something like that, but the word ‘trust’ was very strange to Dean at the moment. Regardless, he believed in his brother, and he walked into the bar.

* * *

“I must say, Y/N,” Ketch said from the drivers seat with you riding shot gun, “I was very impressed by your quick work today. I was extremely embarrassed that you had showed me up like that so I left the room, but I was still impressed.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “I guess I’ve just got a knack for it.”

“You sure do,” he agreed. “That’s why I wanted to ask you something. I know how you’ll feel about the question but I want you to really consider it.”

“What dude? Are you gonna ask me to marry you?” You joked with annoyance in your voice.

“I want you to leave your family,” he revealed. You were about to protest… ‘But why would I do that?’ You would have asked, but he spoke before you could. “I want you to work for me. For us… The British Men of Letters.”

* * *

He held his beer bottle in his hand and looked down at the bar. His barstool was extremely uncomfortable but he had to act normal. He noticed a small woman sit close to him, she ordered a drink and spoke in a quiet, British accent. She must have been who was watching them. Dean placed his phone down on the counter in front of him and stared at it. He noticed the woman in the corner of his eye, she was trying to be subtle about the fact that she was watching him.

He continued to watch it like he was waiting for a phone call that would change his life. “Come on, call me back!” He complained loud enough for the woman to here. “Sammy, man, I’ve called you 25 times, call me back,” Dean once again spoke to himself.

He went to pick up the phone to call his brother, but just as he was about to the phone started ringing. He held the phone far away from his eyes like he couldn’t read the screen unless it was at a distance. But really he moved it away so that the woman had a chance to look at it. When she looked over she noticed the name on the screen said, ‘Sammy.’ She knew exactly who Sam was, one of the four Winchester’s that she had to look out for.

* * *

“That’s ridiculous,” you complained. “How could you even ask me something like that? You don’t know me!”

“We know more than you think. We know a lot about you, Y/N. We know about how you grew up with your mother, not your father. We know that as soon as you met him you were forced to become a hunter, then you found out that your mother was dead,” he revealed.

You gasped at his words. “How the hell do you know all of that?” You growled.

“Because that’s what our organisation does. We know things about every hunter in America because we have to be smart,” he revealed. He was getting agitated because you wouldn’t even consider his offer. “We need people like you on our team.”

“No,” you simply said. If only he would have just taken no for an answer.

“Y/N.” He was going to try and persuade you, and you didn’t want to hear it. You had already said no and he had to respect that. But he was an asshole, so you had to scream at him for him to even take in what you were saying.

“I said no, for fuck sake!” You screamed. “No. No. No! Don’t ask me again, you hurt my brother. You let Sam get tortured by your fucking organisation, I will not work with you. The only reason I’m here now is because of my family.”

Ketch seemed to be more angry than before, but his breathing had evened out which, to you, was much more scary. “Fine. That’s fine. You stick with the family that doesn’t love you.”

He was wrong, they did love you. Remember Y/N, you thought, you have to give life one more chance.

* * *

“Sam?” He questioned abruptly. “Sam, where the hell are you? I’ve called you so many times, you haven’t returned any of my-”

“Sir,” a man spoke on the other side of the phone. Dean made sure that his speaker was on even though the phone was next to his ear, just to be sure that the woman next to him could hear the phone call. “This is Agent Wildon. I’m here at the scene of a car accident, this is the phone found in the car.”

“What car? Is it-” he started to speak and his voice was shaking. “Is it a 1967 Chevy Impala?”

“That’s correct, sir,” the man on the other line replied. What this woman had no idea of was that the man on the other line was actually Bobby Singer. They had called him up to ask him for help in tricking these people. Bobby always loved you very much, just like he loved the boys, as if you were his own child. He hadn’t known you as long as he’d known Sam and Dean but he loved you no matter what. You meant a lot to him and if this was going to help your family kill the people that had hurt you at some point in your life, Bobby was more than happy to help. “We’re unable to tell the identity the bodies, but there seems to be two males and one female, two of them around the age of-”

“Wait a second,” Dean interrupted. “Bodies? You mean… They’re dead?” He gulped as he waited for a reply.

“I’m very sorry,” Bobby replied. “They were killed instantly after they collided with a truck on the highway.”

Dean froze and didn’t speak. She had to have been buying this, he heard her gasp a few times, she even pulled out her phone and started typing rapidly. The small woman must have been reporting back to the Brits.

“Sir?” Bobby asked, “are you still there?”

Dean hung up the phone, his mouth wide open and tears streaming from his eyes. He was told to fake cry, but it wasn’t hard for him to cry when he thought about tape 9 and how hurt you must have been. “Are you ok?” She asked in a fake, tacky American accent. He knew she was British because he heard her order her drink, even if she did do it quietly.

He looked at her and closed his mouth before wiping his tears away. “I uh… That was an Agent at a crime scene. He just told me… He told me,” he stuttered with more tears falling down his face. “My whole family are dead.”

“All of them?” She asked unsympathetically. “What were their names? How many were there?”

“Mary was one, she’s my mom. And John, my dad… And my little brother, Sammy,” he told her. He went a little cold even having to pretend that they were dead, but he had to trust Sam. This was going to work out how they wanted it to. “You know, I lost my sister a while ago too. She was only 18.”

“You had a sister?” She asked in surprise. They must have not told her about you, just about them. “What was her name?”

“Y/N,” he smiled as he spoke about you. “She was… God, she was fantastic. And I mean, she really was a great person. She was so, driven, and kind. She had her moments, I mean, come on! She was an 18 year old girl trying to figure stuff out. But over all, she was such a sweet person. When I lost her, I lost a part of me, too,” he told her. This was all true, this wasn’t part of Sam’s plan. “I miss her, so so much. Before she was gone I couldn’t have imagined life without her, now I’m forced to live it and I-” he couldn’t get the words out. “I just.. I don’t-” again, the words were just stuck.

“I’m very sorry,” she said truthfully this time. Tears has begun to surface in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall.

“Living without her is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” he finally said. “She- she killed herself. She was so unhappy with her life that she actually ended it. If she would have just talked to me I would have done whatever it took to fix it. I would have helped her so she could keep on living. Suicide shouldn’t be an option… It should never be an option.”

He had no idea why he was opening up to this woman. Maybe he just had to finally let these words out, regardless of who he was talking to. But as he looked at her, she reminded him a little bit of you. The way she sat and listened to what he had to say. The way she actually felt emotional for him because she didn’t want him to hurt, even though she didn’t really know him. That’s the kind of compassion you had and this world didn’t deserve you, but you deserved the world.

“I’m gonna get going,” he told her. “I uh… Thank you, for talking to me, and listening to me speak about Y/N. I know you don’t know me-”

“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head and smiled. “You take care of yourself.”

Dean walked out of the bar, he cleared the tears from his eyes after opening up about you. He had felt that way for a long time but never told anyone about it. The only reason he did talk to someone was because you never did and it’s what he wanted you to do… He knew that it’s what you would have wanted him to do. You wouldn’t have wanted him to suffer the same way that you had to.

* * *

The car journey seemed prolonged after you screamed at Ketch. You hated the man and weren’t going to act like you were okay with working with him. This was your families decision and you were with them.

Just as you drove up to Johnny’s house, Ketch kept the car moving. “Hey, you missed the house.”

“That’s not his house,” Ketch told you. “Remember? It’s number 130 not 30.”

“Right,” you nodded. I must have got it wrong, you thought.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said,” Ketch revealed which surprised you. “I didn’t mean to get too angry, I just wanted you to work for us. Maybe one day you can look past what we did to your brother.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed. His apology wasn’t sincere. You knew he was up to something but you had no idea what, maybe he was going to force you to work for them somehow. He might have been apologising so that you would trust him and tell him something that he could blackmail you with later. It wasn’t going to work, no matter what his trick was. He may have been smart, but you were smarter.

“Here we are,” he said as he parked a little down the road from house 130. It was dark outside but the numbers on the houses were visible under the street lights. “You know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I know what I’m doing,” you snapped back as you took your gun out of your pocket. You checked again to see if the witch killing bullets were in place. “He lives alone right? Well, since his wife died.”

“He does, yes,” Ketch told you. “Are you sure you can handle this?” He wasn’t asking to be nice, he was asking to be a smug asshole.

“I’ve handled worse,” you smiled back sinisterly. “Wait for me here, I won’t be long.”

You stepped out of the car and shut the door quietly. If you were in Dean’s car, the door would have been creaking and his engine roaring, probably waking the entire neighbourhood. You had this, all you had to do was get in, kill him and get out. Simple, right?

* * *

Dean walked back to the motel from the bar. It wasn’t too much of a walk, but having the car around could have blown their cover because Dean told the woman that his family were in a car crash. The second he walked through the door he asked Sam what it was that he had to trust him with. Sam ignored his brother, he just continued to type away on his laptop with wide eyes. “Sammy?!” Dean demanded.

“Shh,” Sam replied harshly. Once again his hands were moving quickly while he concentrated on the screen in front of his eyes. “I’ve almost got it.”

“Got what?” Dean asked but was once again ignored. He just waited until Sam was done.

“Yes!” Sam cheered. “I did it, I actually did it.”

“Did what?” It was John is time that demanded an answer.

“Because Dean was on his phone at the same time as the person working for the British Men of Letters, I was able to pick up a signal from her phone and hack into it,” he revealed. “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work but it was all I had.”

“So what can you do now that you’ve hacked it?” Mary questioned from across the table. “And why did Dean have to act like we were dead?”

“I told you guys. I have a plan and you have to trust me,” he said as he started fiddling with the key board. “I can read her text messages and if Dean did it right, it should work out how I’d wanted it to.”

“Who are the texts between?” Dean asked.

“Her and Ketch,” Sam revealed. He turned the screen around so that they could all read the texts between Ketch and the woman, who’s name was revealed as Andrea.

Andrea: I followed Dean to a bar. He was on the phone and found out that his family are dead. That’s Mary, John and Sam. I thought he may have been lying but he cried a lot and talked about his sister, Y/N. Did you know who she was? You never mentioned her.

Mr Ketch: All of them are dead? Are you sure it wasn’t a trick, Andrea? And yes, we knew her. She was trouble, that girl. You don’t have to worry about her, she’s gone now. Good riddance, too.

Andrea: He couldn’t have lied, you didn’t see the look on his face. And I even overheard the person on the other line, it wasn’t him pretending to be on the phone. What do I do now?

Mr Ketch: Stay in the bar. Me and Toni are on our way, then we will find the bodies to dispose of them, and then we will kill Dean Winchester. See you soon.

They all finished reading the texts around the same time. Dean took a step back and steadied his breathing so that he wouldn’t cry again. He didn’t want his family to know that he had a moment of weakness and opened up about you to a complete stranger. He didn’t want them to know that he was hurting, but it was better for them to know rather than him be alone.

“My plan worked,” Sam said as he pulled the screen back to him. “Ketch and Toni will come here alone and look for Dean. They’ll think that he’s alone and vulnerable and easy to take on. That’s when we hit them hard, it’s not exactly finding the whole of the British Men of Letters but it’s a start. It’s what Y/N would have done.”

* * *

You quietly approached the front door and realised it was locked so you headed around the back of the house. Once again, the door was locked. You didn’t know why a man who lived alone, lived in such a large house. You could tell by the amount of windows that it was a three bedroom house. Why did one man need so much room? Maybe it was for his witchy stuff. Maybe, one room was for sleeping, one to keep his potions and ingredients and then the other for actual magic practising.

You stopped wondering and focused your mind back on the task. You had a job to do and you couldn’t allow yourself to get distracted.

The kitchen window was open slightly; you were just about able to slip your hand in and open the latch so you could push the window in fully. Once it was opened, you gripped your hands on to either side and pulled yourself up until you were nicely placed on the kitchen counter.

You climbed down from the kitchen counter and shut the window. You quietly made your way to the front door and unlocked it so that you had a quick escape rout. If Johnny knew you were here and tried to fight you first, the neighbours could easily hear you fighting and call the police. At least with the door unlocked you could just run downstairs, get out and jump into Ketch’s car.

A creaking sound came from the floorboards as you made your way up the stairs. You had to stay as quiet as you could, or he would hear you and it would be harder for you to kill him.

Hunting was such a normal thing to you now. To you it just sounded like killing. Why was killing so natural now? It should never be something normal for a person to do. After all the lives of monsters you had taken, you always wondered where they went afterwards. Hell? Purgatory? Or, did their ghost still linger because they had unfinished business?

A noise suddenly came from the bathroom; once again you were pulled from your thoughts and remembered that you couldn’t keep losing focus while you were on a hunt.

With your gun raised and in position, you carefully stepped towards the bathroom. The noise was a tap running, he must have been brushing his teeth or washing his face. You were quick to kick the door open and see him, standing there in front of you. The bullet flew from your gun and through his head, before you could even realise your mistake. By then… It was already too late.

* * *

Sam, John and Mary all had different places they were going to hide. Two inside the motel, and one outside to watch every movement of Toni and Ketch. John was inside the closet, Mary behind the bathroom door and Sam just outside of the motel, watching from inside of a car he borrowed from Bobby’s shop.

“Before I go-” Sam whispered to Dean as he noticed John and Mary talking about killing Toni and Ketch, “-I just wanted to tell you that I’m here for you, man. I know that you miss her, I do too. You haven’t admitted how much it’s affected you, and it’s okay.”

Dean nodded at his brother. “Same with you, I don’t want either of us to bottle things up so much like Y/N did. I can’t let anyone else hurt themselves the same way that she did, or have the same outcome. And I don’t just mean you,” Dean continued. “I mean, everyone we see everyday. We have no clue what people are going through, if someone had seen Y/N and knew what she was feeling they would have said something, you know? They would have, I don’t know, at least tried to convince her to not do it. They would prove to her how worth it life is. I want to show that to as many people as I can, but I don’t know how.”

Sam gave Dean a reassuring smile. “We’ll do the best that we can.”

“It’s not enough,” Dean replied. “It’s not enough, it isn’t. I don’t want anyone to kill themselves… I never want anyone to do that.”

“Neither do I,” Sam agreed. “And if we can save at least one person, that’ll be good enough. It’s what Y/N would have wanted. She’d be proud of us, you know? I’m sure of it… She would have wanted to do the same thing. We know the signs now, because before we didn’t pay attention to Y/N’s signs,” he admitted. Dean sighed but he knew his brother was telling the truth. “I know that you want her back, Dean. I know that you wish we could go back and stop her from doing it, and I’m sorry. I wish we could, too… But it’s too late. All we can do now is learn from it.”

“You should probably go and watch from the car,” Dean told him as he wiped a single tear away from his cheek. “They’ll be here soon.”

He couldn’t stand to talk about it anymore. He had never really thought about how much pain it can cause people when a person commits suicide. Dean had lost a lot of people in his life, but this felt different. You went because you wanted to and it physically pained him in the chest. It was as if he could really feel his heart breaking.

Dean watched from behind the closed door to see when Toni and Ketch showed up. He was covered in the parking lot and inside the motel so it should go okay… At least that’s what he had hoped.

* * *

Maybe you were mistaken. Maybe Johnny had died his hair from bright blond to dark brown. Maybe he had changed his eye colour and gotten those three, fading tattoos. Oh, how naïve could you be. It was obvious what had happened here, Ketch did this on purpose. He made you kill an innocent man.

You were right, Johnny lived at house number 30, not 130. How could you have been fooled? Also, why? Why would Ketch do this?

The only thing that could have made this worse happened. There was a noise from another door. You looked up to see a small boy standing there, he couldn’t see his dead father inside the bathroom. “Who are you?”

“What’s going on out here, babe?” A tired woman asked her husband. But he would never reply again, he would never answer again. He would never hold his child or his wife, not ever again. Then she saw you, and she saw her son. She panicked. She grabbed her son and held him close, the tiredness of her body leaving in seconds. “Take whatever you want, please don’t hurt us!” She begged as she noticed your gun.

“No, no you don’t understand!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face. “I- I’m an agent. I was sent here… I was sent to the wrong house!” You cried as you tried to explain, and the woman saw the blood flooding the floor under your feet. “I’m so sorry,” was all you could say before you ran away and heard her scream her husbands name. Nathan, that was his name. Nathan, the poor man, would never see the light of day again. He was gone, and it was because of you.

You killed him… You hurt his wife like John had hurt you. You hurt his son just like Crowley had hurt you. You damaged them just like everyone that you had ever met had done to you but this time you weren’t the one that was broken. You were the one who destroyed, and that was when you knew that it was too late to save yourself. You knew what you had to do in order to stop people from getting hurt, but you needed to leave something behind to tell people why. If you were going to be gone it was time that everyone knew the truth.

* * *

It didn’t take long for Ketch and Toni to arrive. Sam watched intently from the car, his gun was lined up with Ketch’s head incase he tried to make a move to hurt Dean. They weren’t sure what they would do, they didn’t know if they would break in and try to kill Dean instantly or surprise him by going through the window.

They knocked at the door, and Dean opened it quickly as if he had no idea who it was. He stared at them, Ketch’s face looked very punchable, and Toni’s wasn’t too far from it either. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean growled.

“We’re here to talk about Y/N,” Ketch told him. “May we?” He asked as he gestured to walking into the motel room.

Dean let them, he actually let them. “Dean, what the hell are you doing?” Sam whispered to himself from the car. He wouldn’t be able to shoot them now, he would have to depend on John and Mary to shoot from inside.

“Are you really here about Y/N?” Dean asked. “Or are you here about my whole family being dead?”

“You don’t think we believed that for a second, do you?” Toni asked with laughter in her voice. What a bitch, what a god awful woman. “Andrea may be stupid, but we’ve been trained for years, Dean. We’re guessing you thought you could draw us out here and kill us. We saw Sam in the car.”

Dean sighed at her words, which resulted in Mary and John walking out and pointing their guns towards Ketch and Toni. “Now, we didn’t come here to kill you,” Ketch said, “we really did come here to talk about Y/N.”

“Y/N hated you,” Dean growled. “After what you did to her, Ketch.”

“It wasn’t just him, it was the whole organisation. We sent her out on that hunt to kill that witch,” Toni snapped.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Dean asked as he stepped forward. Don’t do it Dean, Mary thought, you’re just going to get yourself killed. “You were too scared of your tape because you didn’t want your organisation to find out about what you did to Y/N.”

“That’s why I’m here to talk about Y/N,” Ketch admitted. “I want that tape destroyed, Dean.”

“Tape? What tape?” Toni demanded. “What do these tapes have to do with Y/N? I thought we were here to kill the Winchesters.”

“Why did you bring her if you don’t want anyone to know about the tapes?” Mary questioned. “If she finds out she’ll tell the rest of them.”

“Hm,” Ketch nodded with a smile. “I guess you’re right, she will snitch on me, won’t she? I guess I’ll have to stop her myself.” Insanity took over Ketch, these tapes ruined him almost as much as they had ruined Dean and he didn’t even know you that well. He pulled out his gun and shot Toni in the head like it was nothing.

* * *

Her screams were so loud, they were heard all over the neighbourhood. As soon as that door was flung open, you raced to Ketch’s car, but before you could climb in he started driving off. “Hey, no no no!” You cried. “Hey!” You screamed violently. “Come back!”

You were running out of time. The only option now was to run back through the house and climb out of the kitchen window. As much as it killed you to think, you knew that the woman was too scared of you to try and stop you from escaping. All she wanted to was protect her son from the monster that had broken into their house and killed her husband.

You jumped through the bushes in her back garden and made your way to a familiar road, it was where you and Ketch had drove down when you were on your way to the house. That’s when you saw his car coming towards you at full speed. You were beyond caring now; you stepped in front of his car. Ketch slammed his foot against the brakes, his car was a centimetre away from you. Once he was pulled over you opened the passenger door and climbed in. Ketch didn’t look at you, he just continued to speed down the road and away from the house with you sat next to him.

Your door slammed and made you jump as he began to drive. “Ketch,” you sobbed angrily. “Ketch, tell me I didn’t just do what I think I did.”

“I was testing you,” he admitted as if it was nothing. He really was a cold hearted man, that was if he even had a heart. “You’re not as strong as I thought you were when it comes to the mistake of killing an innocent person, it needed to be-”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You screamed so loud that other people would probably come out of their houses, too. “That was not a fucking joke, you asshole! A man is dead. He had a son and a wife, he had a family you fucking piece of shit!”

“These things happen.”

“It wasn’t an accident, Ketch!” You fumed. Once you were out of the neighbourhood and hidden in a parking lot of some diner, you slammed his head against the dashboard. Again, and again, and again. “You asshole! You. Asshole.” You repeated before pulling his head up by gripping his hair. “You wait until I tell my brothers,” you growled. “They’ll kill you if I don’t get there first! Your organisation will go under the fucking ground!”

“They don’t know about it,” he told you calmly as he held his nose to stop the blood from pouring out of it. “The Brits don’t know and they can never know, and neither can your family.”

“And what makes you think that I won’t tell them?!” You spat. You had never met someone like this, even Crowley had more compassion than this man and he was the King of Hell!

“Because they’ll know what you did and hate you even more,” he told you as his cold eyes looked into yours. You were about to protest about how wrong he was but he continued to explain himself. “We know things, we know how your father abandoned you and that your brothers hated you because of how you reacted to some situations. Claire told Mick things when they met, and he told us everything she knows. Do you really think they’re going to want to stick around for someone who was stupid enough to kill someone before even checking if they were innocent?”

His words broke your heart into a thousand pieces. He was right, fuck, he was right. How could someone so cruel speak words that were so true? They would never want you if they knew about this… They would never want you or need you. It was over for you, there was no point in adding to the disappointment that your family already felt towards you. So you had to lie, you and Ketch. On your way back to their base, you came up with your lie that you would tell everyone.

* * *

Toni didn’t move. She was still and not breathing. The blood poured from her head and on to the dirty motel carpet. “She was an asset. She decided to tag along and I let her, but I can never let her know what I did. This isn’t even an official job, they didn’t send me here and they have no idea that Toni and I have been tracking you all.”

“You hurt Y/N,” Dean growled as he got even closer to Ketch than before. Dean didn’t have a gun or any kind of weapon but he didn’t care, he just wanted to tell Ketch exactly how he felt about what he’d done to you. “You let her kill an innocent man. And come on, he had a wife and a kid! I know you were a dick, but this is a whole new level of evil. The way she spoke about you on the tape is different from how she spoke about everyone else. She was considering giving life another chance, and you ruined that.”

“She had already made the decision to take her life, whether she told herself that she was going to give life one last shot or not,” Ketch replied as he took a step back in fear. “Someone was going to do something to upset her… If it wasn’t me then there are four more tapes after me, yours included. Now, Y/N never trusted me. But you, she loved you. She trusted you and put her faith into you and what did you do? You know what you did, you’re just too scared to let it in. You’re too scared to accept that what you did was worse than what I did because she loved you and she didn’t love me.”

Don’t believe what he’s saying, Dean thought. What Ketch was saying felt true to Dean, but accepting that would be like accepting your death. It wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t control his actions. Anger took over his body as he stepped forward and wrapped his hands around Ketch’s neck. Ketch dropped the gun he had in his hand and tried to move Dean’s hands away but he simply couldn’t… Dean was too strong. “Dean, let him go,” John said warily. They had planned on just shooting him and getting it over with, but Dean made it personal. Hell, it was fucking personal. Ketch had never seen as much anger as he did in Dean’s eyes as he watched the life leave the helpless man’s body.

“You are gonna fucking rot for what you did, just like all the rest of them,” Dean growled before squeezing so tight that Ketch’s neck snapped. With that one harsh squeeze, Ketch died instantly and dropped to the floor. Dean didn’t look back at his worried mother and father, he just stared at the motel door before whispering so that they both heard him say, “let’s go home.”

It wasn’t an angry whisper like they had expected, his response was filled with pain and sadness. As much as he had hoped that turning his hurt into anger would help, it only made him feel worse.

* * *

You told them all the lie and they bought it. Everyone, including your family, really believed that you and Ketch had killed the witch successfully. That’s how you explained his nose bleed, the witch was aware that you were in his house or some bullshit. You didn’t really listen, you were too focused on what you had done and what you were planning on doing to stop yourself from hurting anyone else.

You were in the car going home with your brothers, John and Mary were once again in the other car which left you just with your brothers in the Impala.

It was completely silent up until you were around half away home. “Hey, Dean. You know you said I could have some of those tapes?”

“Yeah, kiddo?” He questioned.

“Exactly how many blank tapes do you have? I want to take them all if that’s okay.”

You had already made your decision of how you were going to leave the truth with people. You were going to make tapes to tell the story of everyone person that had hurt you in the last year. There were so many so you probably wouldn’t have been able to add every single one. So you decided that you would just chose the worst ones for the amount of tapes that Dean could give you. That would be your legacy.

“Sure, you can have all of the blank ones,” Dean nodded with a smile. “There are thirteen.”

///

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Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

Word Count : 2,204

Warnings : None 

Summary: Y/N is tasked with a mission to keep the weird Barebone family in check. But things don’t always go as they are planned. After all, love always chooses those paths which are the least predictable. 

                                                                     ~

The balmy weather was nice enough to warrant a visit to Central Park, a picnic would have been the ideal activity for this breezy summer day. The flowers were in full bloom and the air hung heavy with the smell of food, probably wafting from the hot-dog vendor standing nearby. Ignoring her growling stomach, Y/N glanced up at the clear skies before shrugging away thoughts of an imagined holiday. Vacations were a luxury Aurors couldn’t afford, especially not in such turbulent times. 

She refocused her attention on the gathering crowd ahead of her, as the New Salem Philanthropic Society commenced another of its infamous rallies. Y/N effectively merged within the crowd, nonchalantly staring at the flyer she had been handed. The Barebone woman continued spewing vitriol against witches and magic, assuring them that the threat was very real. Y/N’s watchful eyes swept across the crowd once, before settling on the leader of the Second Salemers as she urged the gathered people to watch out for the lurking darkness that hid so cleverly among ‘us’! Mentally, Y/N scoffed wondering how many actually believed this supposed gibberish. But disbelief was good, disbelief kept her kind safe. And above all, it was her job to keep that disbelief unwaveringly constant. 

She shifted a few paces ahead, before blocking herself from Mary Lou’s line of vision behind a man wearing a rather outlandish top hat. She continued her observation, staring at the two daughters standing beside the woman. The elder one, Chastity stood primly, projecting an image of trained etiquette and polite interest. The younger one Modesty, meanwhile, shuffled onto the steps of the bank where the rally was being held, mumbling a song and fidgeting to its tune. 

Y/N gaze then shifted to the eldest of the Barebone children, Credence. He stood amongst the crowd, handing out flyers with shouty capitals, blaring the NSPS anti-witch propaganda. He must be quite tall, Y/N mused, as her eyes assessed the lanky boy. But he seemed shorter with the pronounced hunch with which he carried himself. Almost as if he could disappear into nothingness if he tried hard enough. 

It had come as a surprise to Y/N when her fellow colleague Tina Goldstein had been removed from Auror services. For jeopardising their safety by violating the International Statute of Secrecy’s provisions nonetheless! Tina was a stickler for rules and for the number of cases that they had partnered together, Y/N knew her to be thorough and efficient. How she ended up losing her steam over the Barebones and subsequently losing her job as well, was a mystery. 

What came as a greater surprise however, was when Director Graves summoned her in his office. He assigned her the responsibility of keeping an eye over the Barebones, ensuring that the safety of the wizarding community was not threatened by the enflamed speeches of an overenthusiastic zealot. While she was of the opinion that there was no harm in keeping a watchful eye over this fanatic, there was something in the way the Barebone boy carried himself that kept drawing Y/N’s attention. 

Not one for distractions, she changed places again, this time edging towards the back of the crowd. Her gaze trained itself on the speaker again as she withdrew from the dense crowd, making sure that Mary Lou didn’t notice her. In her effort to appear inconspicuous, she didn’t realise until it was too late as she stumbled across someone’s feet. Though the force was not near enough to knock the person down, it did displace the dozens of sheets that the person was carrying. No, not sheets, flyers to be exact. 

When had Credence slipped to the back, Y/N wondered, as they both crouched down to gather the scattered flyers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were standing here. I was in a rush to get back to work. I hope I didn’t hurt you?” she gave an apologetic smile having managed to collect a few of the papers, and handed them to the gaping boy. He stared at her for a moment as their fingers brushed each other, before swallowing audibly and said, “N-no. It was, m-my fault. I shouldn’t have been…standing here. Y-you didn’t hurt me. S-s-sorry!” he stuttered nervously as tingles surged from his fingers where they had accidentally touched Y/N’s.

She waved away his apology before smiling brightly and said, “No worries. I do hope you are alright though”, glancing at her watch she muttered under breath before continuing, “I have to go now, lunch time is almost over. I’ll see you later then! Have a good day!” she waved breezily before crossing the road and disappearing in the bustling crowd. He turned around to face the rally once more, warmth enveloping his being at the possibility of meeting the kind and pretty woman again. But the sight in front of him made his stomach fill with dread and he paled visibly. His mother was staring at him, malice dripping from her gaze; it would suffice to say that she was not at all happy with him.

                                                                      ****

Y/N cursed herself as she hurried towards her cabin in the MACUSA. That interaction should not have happened. It was vital for the assignment that the Barebones remain unaware of her, as much as possible. It was a lapse of judgement on her part when she struck up a conversation with the boy. It would have been easier, wiser even, had she just walked away without stopping. People tended to forget the faces of rude strangers stumbling across their toes as opposed to polite strangers helping them out. But on seeing him she couldn’t bring it in herself to act the part. 

Y/N cursed herself again as she stumbled in her cabin. Sinking wearily into the chair, she pulled the nearest sheaf of papers towards her. She would have to lie low for a while, make sure that her absence and the flow of time did away any traces of recognition from the boy’s mind. Sighing loudly, she read through the paperwork before signing a few and tearing away one or two. A head popped into her cabin, followed by the appearance of a smiling brunette. “Hello Miss Workaholic! Having a long day?” Y/N spared a glance from her work before giving up the day as one of the worse ones. “Abernathy”, she had acknowledged his presence but that didn’t mean she had to have a conversation with him. 

She continued staring at the application for an early release from detainment, not grasping a single letter of the 700 word document, hoping against hope that the man would just let her be. “Tough case?” Apparently not. “Not really.” Curtness and a calm demeanour was the key in such scenarios. “Care to join me for lunch? I was just about to pop out and was hoping you could join me. It’s a lovely day and you shouldn’t waste it cooped up in….” She cut him abruptly, “I’m sorry I can’t. As you can see I’m a bit busy at the moment. Paperwork does make the day long and it won’t complete by itself however much I charm my quills. They haven’t invented the artificial intelligence ones yet I’m afraid.” To hell with calmness, today was just not her day! 

Abernathy gave her a disappointed look before saying, “Well another time I suppose. Oh by the way, Director Graves wanted to see you.” He casually mentioned that as if they were discussing the weather, the oaf! “And you are telling me now! I better see what he wants…” Y/N closed the file before exiting the cabin, Abernathy in tow. “I thought you were popping out for lunch?” She questioned her unwanted companion as he tagged along. He came to a stop as if remembering it suddenly, “Why yes. I..I shall be going then?” He questioned as if seeking permission. But Y/N had long since disappeared, his question echoing emptily across the hallway. 


Y/N hurried towards the upper echelons of MACUSA hoping against hope that she hadn’t made the Director of Magical Security wait for too long. She wondered whether she had unwittingly jinxed herself in the morning or got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or perhaps it was the neighbour’s pet Kneazle crossing her path with a pointed hiss. Mr Smith had always envied her for bagging the road side apartment (something about better natural light) and she wouldn’t put it past him to rub some bad luck potion on his pet in the off chance that it stumbled across her. All in all, the day was going down in the dumps by the looks of it.

When she knocked and entered Percival Graves’ posh cabin, this theory was further bolstered. He was staring at her with a stormy expression, rubbing his temples in a weary manner. “I had hoped you would reach here the moment I called upon you. Tardiness is unbefitting of an Auror of your stature.” His voice was low and razor sharp, cutting the air with the accuracy of a newly sharpened blade. Donning her best professional visage, Y/N answered in a voice smooth as silk, “My apologies Director Graves. I just returned from observing the targets you had assigned me and when I received the message from Mr Abernathy, I came immediately.”

Her boss stared at her, taking her words in and making her uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny. When he spoke, his voice dropped an octave as if distancing himself from the room they were occupying, “Ms Y/L/N I presume that you are not keeping any written accounts of this assignment?” This had been one of the conditions for accepting the case and had made Y/N’s spine tingle with unease. Undocumented missions ensured the highest amount of confidentiality, but at the same time there was a danger of increased responsibility on the Auror. The Director could very well wash his hands off in case things went awry and Y/N would be stuck in inquiries faster than you could say Protego, with no real means of an escape. 

“Yes sir” she answered him, maintaining the façade of calmness. “Good. Though it isn’t a matter of grave concern at the moment, it is imperative on your part that you keep a close eye on them without anyone knowing what you are up to.” She nodded once, showing her acquiescence. “Y/N” he called out. She was thrown off guard by the casual manner in which he addressed her. So very unlike the strict, no nonsense man known as Percival Graves. “You are a valued part of the MACUSA, your skills are unparalleled even amongst our best on field Aurors. You were top of your class and it is a privilege that you chose to work with us instead of your native Ministry of Magic. You will definitely go places.”

Y/N swelled with pride at the praise but a tingle of worry skittered across her conscious. There was something wrong with this. “Thank you, Sir. It’s an honour…” “However, you should be careful of the path upon which you tread. A careless mistake and it could cost you your career. I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.” His eyes bore into her, considering her the way a hunter may look upon his prey. The nerve of this man! He was openly threatening her as if she were in the wrong! Steeling herself Y/N replied, “I assure you Sir that something like that will never happen as long as I’m on this case.” She stared into brown eyes, a challenge in her gaze. “Very well. I will expect the usual verbal report the next time you find anything of note.” Noting the unspoken dismissal, Y/N gave a curt nod before excusing herself out of the room.

She hurried towards the sanctuary of her cabin. The moment she entered it, she locked the door, put a muffling charm on the room and extracted the tiny pair of floral earrings from her ears. Setting them on her desk, she waved her wand in the air carefully but nothing happened. She gave a sigh of relief, atleast she was free from worrying about any external unwanted snooping. She then tapped the earrings carefully, a muttered incantation under her breath. The earrings sputtered for a moment before echoing in a voice frighteningly similar to the Director of Magical Security, “I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.“ 

Y/N let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. Who knew learning to enchant everyday items that could record her magical lectures would one day help her in this manner? Graves may have thought himself too brilliant to hoodwink, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Slipping on the earrings again, Y/N’s mind went over the conversation once again. Her intuition had been correct. Something about the Barebones was making Graves anxious, so much that he went to the length of threatening her to ensure that the case went smoothly. The picture was too hazy to discern any meaning from currently. But Y/N vowed that she wouldn’t rest till she got to the bottom of this.


A/N: Hah, this was supposed to be a one shot. Though turning it into a series doesn’t seem that bad of an idea. This is a filler chapter, where I’m setting the scene for the oncoming plot. Hope you guys liked my first venture into the fbawtft universe. Please excuse any typos and let me know how you found it. Gif credits to the owner. ~mystical reading nerd

Originally posted by saltyhomosexual

anonymous asked:

Can you explain how you would free style? I've been on SA for a bit and it's a waste of time x

GTFO off SA for starters babes! Real talk doe. Here’s my solo freestyling tips ladies that live in large cities!

1) Look like a million bucks. Spurge on a new dress or lipstick to make you feel confident! I always make sure I got my hair done, nails did, everything done BIG before I embark on a solo freestyling mission haha. When I know I look good or sexy, it gives me that extra bounce in my step. .

2) Location, location, location. Ladies, I can’t stress it enough. Unless you live in a rural area, you should know the hottest places SD’s hang at. For myself, I prefer lounges, hotel bars, and the occasionally boutique hotel or cafe. Everyone has different spots, but, for solo freestyling (which I prefer because I’m a loner at heart). Mostly, I stick to my usual spots, but every once in a while I switch it up for fun or boredom. Men are more likely to approach if you’re alone versus a squad of women because of the fragility of the male ego. I’ve freestyled with other girl before yet found most of them boring and moody. They would get pissed if men showed more interest in me, can’t complain cause I got a bombass personality and make people laugh that gets me ahead of the rest.I’ve said it a million times, don’t rely on just being pretty! You gotta let that personality shine! I wasn’t the most confident growing up, but, I faked it until I believe it. Plus, an SD told me once “show me a beautiful woman and I’ll show you a man who’s tired of her…”

3) Make friends with the bartenders. The only reason why I say this is because I used to be one! You got a great resource and wingman behind that bar. They can get you into VIP parties and tip you on celebs coming by. I made good friends with a bartender from Chiltern Firehouse and he always gets me free drinks even when I come with a POT haha. Most of them are used to being mistreated or ignored, so they like being recognized and treated fairly ( I always always tip 20% because I know how much they work). I usually flirt and chat them up right away to get a free drink and never has failed me. Once you start chatting with the bartenders, other patrons sitting at the bar will join in. It’s 100% true fact, others will engage if the conversations are interesting and fun next to them.

4) Make up a story as to why you are alone. Say you’re waiting for a friend but they are having car or transportation issues. Say youve been stood up if you reallllllllllllllllly want men to pity you and get drunk for free.My usual lie is that I’m a flight attendant with Emirates and I work on call so I rarely have time to grab a drink and unwind. That way no one will think it’s weird that I come alone often. Men love flight attendants that I will say! But, I don’t divulge fake details about it and often ask more questions about others ( which is the sure way to get people to like you)

5) Entertain the first man that buys you a drink. Even if he’s not cute, doesn’t look like a POT, or SD, do out of courtesy. Remember his name no matter what and use it because people like the hearing the sound of their own name. While talking to him make sure show off your personality and outgoingness, every now and then, look around the room and lock eyes with someone, smile and return to the conversation. Plus, other men (aka his friends or patrons at the bar) will pay attention and try to get involved in the conversation. A man finds a woman more attractive when others are interested in her as well. It’s like women fighting over a pair of shoes on sale, they only find it alluring because others want it too rather than the actual flipping shoe. When you’re a catch, even if the man doesn’t really want you, he doesn’t want anyone else to… So finesse the guy that bought your drink and then later his crew if he turns out to be salt. Then again, the guys that are going to the venues you’re drinking at should be prestige! 

And that’s it folks! Honestly, it too me a while to get better at freestyling alone, but I love it! And I always meet interesting guys, make new friends at the bar, and get a free drink atleast! 

Jeremy Brett on Holmes’ background

“I crawled into every corner of my imagination to find out what made Holmes. I have this whole history of him as a child which I used to fill this chasm- to find out what he’s made of. He’s very private. To help to discover what he’s like inside I had this whole story of his life. He was tied very tight as a child in the cot as they used to in those days to keep them quiet. Children were seen but not heard - especially in the Holmes household, which I’ve always placed in my mind in Cornwall…very remote. A bleak house. Never knew his father at all until he was 21. Saw him but never spoke to him. He had an elder brother who was fat and a little bit far ahead of him. They didn’t have much in common either. They were kissed by their mother on her way down to dinner, but that’s all. Isolation from an early age. Typical Victorian upbringing. I think that he had more in common with his mother - she was the brains - but,of course, women were not allowed to say much in those days and this reserved rubbed off on Sherlock. His father was a fat, ex-army toad, I think.

Anyway, he escaped to Eton - or one of the major public schools. He was a spidery person, with no colour in his face, no friends - scared of friendship - but brilliant at certain subjects. Brilliant at fencing and boxing, but always the person who walked away from personal encounters. He was devastatingly unattractive: white as a sheet, spotty probably, with all the complications of puberty and no one there to guide him through it. Probably enjoyed singing and joined the choir.

University. I would plump for Oxford. Oxford is darker; Cambridge is too full of light. Then brilliance - growing - mind developing - debating societies. Probably saw a girl - a woman, whom he fancied, but she didn’t see him. That one rejection did it. The one time he placed himself in a vulnerable situation and to see her turn away and choose someone else snapped the door shut like a steel trap, never to be opened again. What should he do now? Return home to his family and take up some dreary duties associated with the estate. He wanted to escape that. Mycroft, ahead of him, had escaped: he’d waddled out of University and managed to get a junior post at the current government. Mycroft had also joined a club only a Holmes would join - one in which no one spoke. Sherlock, isolated as he was now, forced himself to find his own way - his own job - and therefore became himself.”


~ Dancing in the Moonlight/Bending the Willow