This is my entry for @d-s-winchester and her 4k bon jovi celebration challenge! I choose the awesome song wanted dead or alive :)
Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas (mentioned), a monster or two
Word count: 2,048 (italics are reader’s thoughts and the line of the song I used is bolded)
Warnings: one swear word, violence/threats to reader
“I can’t Sam”.
Shock. Confusion. Disbelief. All those and more showed on Sam’s face. I wasn’t surprised; after all the number of times I had said no to the Winchesters before today was exactly 0. But what he was asking of me? I just couldn’t.
“Y/N, what do you mean you can’t?” Sam’s voice was steady even if his mind was working overtime “I know you don’t do many hunts but either me or Dean will be with you at all times”. Of course I knew that even before he said it, the entire time I’d known them they’d protected me.
Dropping the box on the floor I took a couple of deep breathes cursing that the elevator had been broken. I had finally saved enough to get my own place and today I had moved the last of my stuff in. Sure the wiring was dodgy and the A/C kept dropping on and off but it was all mine…a home. 3 weeks later however and I was ready to snap. I had spent money I barely had just to be told that there was nothing wrong with the wiring or the A/C but that didn’t change the fact that they still kept having a mind of their own.
A knock on the door pulled me from my murderous thoughts. Opening it I almost did a double take at the 2 ridiculously good looking men stood there. “Y/N Y/L/N?” asked the one nearest me, bright green eyes glancing past me into my apartment. “Yes that’s me.” “Agent Bonham and this is Agent Page from the FBI. Wondered if we could ask you a couple of questions about the deaths that happened a few days ago”. The deaths in question had been my upstairs neighbours. “Oh I’m not sure how much I’d be able to help I was at work at the time” “Well this is more general questioning, background on the couple that sort of thing” said the taller man.
40 minutes later and I was showing the two agents out, the taller one giving me his card and telling me to call if I needed. Pulling my hair up into a ponytail my mind went over the conversation I’d just had. Having never spoken to the FBI or any sort of police for that matter I wasn’t sure just what kind of answers they’d been looking for. They’d seemed almost disappointed at the news that the couple had been the perfect example of loves young dream and that I didn’t know much about the buildings history. And the noise the green eyed one had made when I mentioned about my wiring. Surely the FBI had no interest in that sort of thing.
A couple of days later and my world turned upside down. This figure had just appeared in my home and tried to kill me. Locking myself in the bathroom I scrambled for my purse and hoped that I wasn’t about to sound too crazy. “Agent Page speaking.” “Um, hi, my names Y/N, you and your partner came round a few days ago?” I shakily got out. “Yes I remember. Is everything Ok?” Everything was not ok. The man was stood right in front of me. How the hell had he got past the locked door? Which was still locked? “Please agent come quick someone’s trying to kill me!” I couldn’t say anymore then that as the man’s cold hands wrapped round my throat and threw me through the door. I gasped, trying desperately to find someway of getting him off me. My fingers curled round my fire poker and I swung wildly, disbelief and fear setting in as the man flickered and then disappeared.
That was how I found out that everything you were scared of as a kid you should be scared of as an adult. Sam and Dean burned the painting the ghost was tethered to and saved me. And I’ve been in the hunting life ever since. Not really the active side of things, more as a researcher/alibi provider type of thing. Sam said to me once that only an old friend of theirs was better at remembering lore and legends. Dean was a bit more crass with it, telling Cas that I could bullshit my way through anything. And that’s how the Winchesters became my best friends, friends that I would do anything for because without them I’d have been dead a long time ago.
Written for @d-s-winchester‘s 4K Bon Jovi Challenge. My song was “We Weren’t Born to Follow” as it has a very Winchester feel to it. Lyrics will be in italics. No pairing.
Word Count 1047
Warnings: Winchesters (’nough said), Contains S12 spoilers from the finale
This one goes out to the man who mines for miracles
This one goes out to the ones in need
This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical
This ain’t about no apology
This road was paved by the hopeless and the hungry
This road was paved by the winds of change
Walking beside the guilty and the innocent
How will you raise your hand when they call your name?
This was how Sam and Dean Winchester were raised by their father into the life of a Hunter. The Life. The Family Business; Saving People, Hunting Things. It was their motto since that fateful November night.
There would always be someone in need, sometimes whole families. In the eyes of the law, yeah, they were sinners and thieves; they stole, they took what they needed, but they saved people along the way. People ‘the law’ couldn’t save, wouldn’t even know where to begin. They would still be the guilty, but there will always be innocents to save, no matter where they went or how many miles they traveled.
kickin’ ass, taking’ names “a man’s gotta have rules.”
🔫 mourning ritual - bad moon rising (cover) 🔫 pantera - cowboys from hell 🔫 dorothy - wicked ones 🔫 steppenwolf - born to be wild 🔫 juliet simms - trouble finds you 🔫 george thorogood - bad to the bone 🔫 mantra - i want 🔫 ram jam - black betty 🔫 kaleo - no good 🔫 ac/dc - back in black 🔫 black pistol fire - suffocation blues 🔫 judas priest - breaking the law 🔫 the white stripes - blue orchid 🔫 dorothy - raise hell 🔫 queen - another one bites the dust 🔫 bryce fox - horns 🔫 iron maiden - run to the hills 🔫 goodbye june - oh no 🔫 ac/dc - thunderstruck 🔫 year long disaster - the fool and you 🔫 ozzy osbourne - bark at the moon 🔫 bleeker - highway 🔫 bon jovi - wanted dead or alive 🔫 isobel campbell & mark lanegan - snake song 🔫
What a cool trick to remind the audience of past episodes during an episode all about memory. I want through and watched again to try to catch these call backs:
Dean says at the end, “It wasn’t just the crap that got lost. I mean it was everything. It was us, it was what we do, you know? All of it. So that’s what being happy looks like? I think I’ll pass.” Reminded me of Lucifer Rising’s, “You can take your peace and shove it up your lily-white ass. ‘Cause I’ll take the pain and guilt. I’ll even take Sam as is. It’s a lot better than being some Stepford bitch in paradise.”
Dean’s bull ride song at the end brought back Eye of the Tiger feels from Yellow Fever.
Dean manning the flashlight felt like a call back to Yellow Fever.
Dean trying to read lips made me think of Eileen from Into the Mystic.
The post-it note on the grenade launcher is a call back to multiple times recently where we have seen Dean want to use this weapon.
Dean watching cartoons felt like a call back to Hunteri Heroishi.
Their motel reminded me of the motel from It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester. Plus bonus Dean mentioning eating all the Halloween candy.
Dean not knowing who he is or that he is even a hunter but going on instinct anyway felt like a call back to It’s a Terrible Life where Sam and Dean were plopped into an alternate reality with no memories of hunting but still finds a hunt. As Zachariah tells him, “You’re a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from hell, but because it is what you are. And you love it. You’ll find your way to it in the dark every single time and you’re miserable without it.”
And that self-reflection while looking in the mirror moment felt like a lot of season 10 where Dean was struggling with the Mark of Cain and kept having crises while looking in the mirror.
Bon Jovi of course made us all think of Sam & Dean singing Wanted Dead or Alive in No Rest for the Wicked.
What a great storytelling technique - to make us think about all of these previous moments we all love while watching Dean lose them.
And I loved in vane
‘Cause you give love a bad name
Though I aimed to please
You treat me like a social disease
And even when I became a begging man
You would just raise your hands
I said I’d die for you
Believe me it’s true
But I’m fighting to survive
Now wanted dead or alive
Not that you really care
That I’m just livin’ on a prayer
You just say let it rock my sweet
As I run wild in the streets
But to live without love I’d die
So I’ll never say goodbye
The prompt is slippery when wet
From me this is what you get
Every track on Bon Jovi’s classic album
Is in here, I don’t think I’ve missed one