by me: open gate

DM Forgot I'm neutral evil.

After the mayor nearly gets the entire party killed. The party manages to save the town from an orc invasion. The fighter lost an eye, the ranger lost a finger, the halfing rogue broke most of her ribs, the cleric died, the bard is unconscious and critical condition and my sorcerer made it out mostly unscathed except for the death of my crow familiar. Needless to say I’m not in a merciful mood. They are all chaotic good except me, myself and I

DM: The Mayor looks at you with thinly veiled contempt as he turns around from the window from which some of the scenic view overlooking the town is marred by smoke and a couple burning buildings. His daughter is limping and swathed in bandages. Visibly swaying her one arm obviously broken its clear that she’s teetering on death’s door as she slowly makes her way slowly to your position to exit the room to make it to the temple.

Mayor: Expecting a thank you? You have some nerve coming here alone sorcerer. You and your friends have an hour to get out of my town before I have you executed.There will be no payment.

Me: *Laughs* My friends are naive. Always looking for the good in people.They doubted me but I know it was you who opened the gates Mayor.“

DM: The badly wounded daughter slowly turns around her blade in her unbroken hand to face her father.

Me: I slowly raise my hand in a straight line targeting the daughter with the ring of the ram aiming it so both of them will be blasted out the window. “I’m just here for my pound of flesh”.

DM: Chaotic good doesn’t do spiteful murder. You will become evil for this.

OOC Me: You forget DM. I was never chaotic good. You just assumed I was.

DM: Oh shit.

OOC Me: Yep, they’re screwed.

Me: I expend three points for the maximum damage. *Rolls* an 18 targeting her and an near providence roll of 19 targeting her father in front of the window.

DM shaken: They both vanish in a horrid combination of breaking glass and terrified screaming. Its a long way down and the screaming ends with a sickening splat as its not the fall that kills you but the sudden stop at the end.

this ended up being a lena del rey with @llamavillana

“Feet don’t fail me now, take me to the kara´s arms
Oh my heart it breaks every step that i take,
But they are open up the gates and tell me,
I’m in Daxam
Come and take a walk on the gay side,
Let me kiss you hard on the pouring rain
You like your Luthors gay,
Choose your last words this is the last time cause,
Kara and I,
We were born to fuck”

So I’ve been working on dairy farms for the past six years or so, and whenever someone asks me about my worst experience, I always think of this.

About three years ago, I worked for a really great guy named David. Pay was good, cows were excellent, and the farm was well set up. Except for this one paddock.

I still don’t know what it was about paddock No. 47, but I’d get the worst case of heeby-jeebies (that’s the best way I can describe it) every time I went in there. Only in the dark, though, being in there in the light wasn’t a problem.

It’d start off with a simple shiver, and my brain telling me, “something isn’t right here.” Usually just after I’d opened the gate and patted the first few cows heading up to the dairy. Riding into the paddock, I’d get this feeling of unspeakable dread, and the further I got, the worse it would get.

Usually, I ended up freaking out and racing around the straggling cows, moving them at a faster pace than their regular ‘we’ll get there in our own damn time human’ waddle.

I still don’t know what caused it. That paddock was past of a seven-week pasture rotation for eight months of the year so I wasn’t in there very often. But I still remember that feeling of wrongness, and I haven’t felt anything like it since.

I would like it to be known.

That in this current RP event, Exiled Wolf rolled incredibly high and suplexed a train because the DM allowed it.

Needless to say, that Train won’t be hurting anyone any time soon. And who said Old Monks can’t do amazing things? 

I feel like I love people too much- too hard. As soon as someone expresses the slightest bit of love or care for me, the flood gates open and I love them whole heartedly. And I’ve noticed that normally that scares people away, which makes having this huge, ever loving heart feel awfully lonely. If you’re lucky though, you’ll come across people who recognize the complexity of your heart as their own, and in that moment forms an indescribable connection that will never break.
—  The Good Hearts
[P.H.D]
Try to Intimidate my disabled neighbor? I'll make sure you get dropped by your sponsors.

So this ended about four months ago, and still makes me happy whenever I think about it. This might be long sorry.

I’ve lived in this apartment complex about a year or so and it’s pretty nice I suppose. My next door neighbor is an older lady who happens to be disabled. While I don’t know the actual extent of her disabilities, I know she needs help from time to time and If I’m around I try to help. She’s really sweet and about once a week she’ll make me a plate of something homemade to eat since I work nights and really don’t cook. Her pork chops and fried cabbage are 🔥.

We both live upstairs and she uses a wheelchair but she can walk up and down the stairs slowly, and if I’m around I’ll carry her wheelchair down, but her daughter usually does it. Her daughter picks her up every morning on her way to work and takes her to this community center everyday so she can get out and socialize and such.

This is where this guy comes in, I like to call him Young Douche. YD is your typical piece of shit in that he is super obnoxious in everything. He drives a suped up Subaru that’s really loud and plays his music so loud I can hear the bass from upstairs. Also he likes to park in the one handicapped spot. Our apartments management is super shitty and they don’t get involved with anything and refused to get involved with this.

Now before he moved in my neighbors daughter used to park in the handicapped spot to pick up her mom, but since this dickhead started parking there she’s had to park in front of his car so she can get her mom. I tried to be nice and left a note on his car but nothing really changed but it was no big deal at first.

One morning I’m asleep and get woken up to this guy just holding down his horn non stop. My neighbors daughter had parked in front of him and he couldn’t get out. When I looked outside I could see him get out and start harassing both my neighbor and her daughter.

I could hear him talking shit so I put some pants on and walk outside and see dude all in the daughters face. She’s like 4'9 so he’s looking down on her like he’s gonna punch her, then my neighbor tried to calm him down and she put a hand on his elbow and he slapped her hand away hard.

I saw that and ran downstairs but as soon as I opened the gate and he saw me he backed off and got back in his car then started honking his horn again. I waited there until they​ left, then he left, not before he flipped me off while driving away.

So at that moment I knew I had to fuck with him. My other neighbor knows him and told me about dude. Apparently he’s big in the custom Subaru scene and he does shows and shit with his car all the time. He has sponsors that sometimes give him parts and they use his car in their ads I guess.

Anyway It took me awhile to come up with  some good revenges so I’d do simple stuff. I had expired milk in my fridge because I really don’t drink milk often but I like cereal occasionally and just had some, so I’d start putting a little bit all over his car when I got home. After awhile you can smell rancid milk all over it. But that wasn’t enough.

I needed a real big Fuck You so my other friend found out he had this big show coming up and dude had a photographer come and take pictures of him with his car. The night before the show​ I go to AutoZone and get the shittiest Decals and bumper stickers I can find and spent about an hour and a half putting these all around his vehicle. When I was done it looked horrible. I even did a swastika of Honda, Ford, Lamborghini and Fiat decals on his hood. While nothing I put wouldn’t permanently damage his vehicle, it would take hours to take it all off.

So about 6 am when I guess he was going to the show I hear screaming. He’s yelling so loud that some other neighbors go outside and see what’s up. When they see it’s him they laugh and go back inside.

He then called 911 and they show up but it’s not like there’s anything they can do. Then the cop actually gives him a ticket for parking in a handicap spot without tags then they left.

Apparently he had to make that show for his sponsors or else they were gonna drop him, supposedly he was hard to work with and it was the straw that broke the camels back.  

Now even after all that, dude STILL kept parking in the handicapped space. Eventually when I got home from work I’d just start throwing trash on his hood. I once threw a chocolate shake at his windshield.

Seeing this car in the handicapped space every night really pissed me off for some reason. Anyways he eventually moved out . Still hate that guy though.

anonymous asked:

Ok, so, if you had to pick animals that represented each dai companion, which ones do you think would be best? I saw that mod Sarah had a zoology interest and was a bit intrigued.

OH BOY QUESTIONS ABOUT ANIMALS??? AND DRAGON AGE??? SIGN ME UP!!! ASKING ME THIS WAS A MISTAKE ANON YOU HAVE OPENED THE INFO DUMP GATES I AM A BIOLOGY MAJOR SPECIALIZING IN ORGANISMAL AND EVOLUTION BIOLOGY

Cassandra: Perhaps a cat (any member of the family Felidae, though specifically for Cassandra, Felis catus, AKA the domestic house cat). Cats come in many personalities, just like humans and many other living creatures (not limited to vertebrates, consider cephalopoda). People, however, often associate them with being graceful and powerful hunters, but with also being somewhat standoffish– which is not a trait that is granted to all cats, as any cat owner would know. Most cats are loving and intelligent, too, which makes me think cats (mostly domestic cats, but if any of you are thinking of a black panther, which is just a melanistic member of any of the Panthera species) then go for it.

Iron Bull: A tough one. The bull (defined as any uncastrated males of the species Bos taurus), is the obvious choice– but with now much Bull likes dragons (while unfortunately not a real creature, because they can’t have a spare set of limbs to make wings-reptiles are part of the supergroup tetrapoda, have only four limbs; to have wings, the front limbs must be wings or or they don’t have any at all. In that regard, Skyrim dragons are the more anatomically correct dragons if they were to exist but WHATEVER this is a fantasy universe) a drake is also a very possible choice for Bull.

Blackwall: A bear would be the obvious choice, perhaps Ursus americanus, the American black bear, which is the most wide-spread of bear species and often the ones that wander into human settlements looking for food.

Sera: While many of you think of the a honey bee, any bee that is a species under the genus Apis, I don’t believe this suits Sera. Perhaps a raven, or another member of the genus Corvus. The reason for this is that members of the genus Corvus (which contains such species as ravens, crows, rooks, and jackdaws) are highly intelligent– and known to be ballsy as fuck. They can be taught human speech, and are known to even play tricks on each other for shits and giggles. They are the pranksters of the bird world, and I feel this would fit Sera excellently. 

Cole: A mimic octopus, Thaumoctopus mimicus. Bear with me on this; while all members of the order Octopoda, which are cephalopods, a subgroup of molluscs, are highly intelligent and capable of fantastic camouflage through the use of iridophores and chromatophores (to put it simply, they’re specialized dermal cells that contain pigment to rapidly change color), a mimic octopus is perhaps the best of all at camouflage. A mimic octopus is capable of changing its skin texture and shape to copy other species to blend in– sometimes called ninjas of the sea. Watch this TED Talk for further information: https://www.ted.com/talks/david_gallo_shows_underwater_astonishments 

ANYWAYS, GETTING OVER HOW RAD I THINK CEPHALOPODS ARE, Cole was a spirit who took the form of the mage Cole, in the White Spire. We have no idea what he looked like before then– as Dorian describes most spirits, they look “bizarre (and) monstrous” in their true forms. If a spirit is capable of such mimicry and such intelligence, I can think of no better animal to represent Cole than a mimic octopus.

Varric: A parrot. Parrots are highly intelligent and known for their speech capabilities, along with being v. pretty. There are MANY different members of the order Psittaciformes, which encompass all parrots. It is a very large clade composed of 393 species to date, but I I think Varric could best be represented by an African Gray Parrot, specifically the Congo African grey parrot, an Old World parrot of the species Psittacus erithacus. These birds are SUPER COOL because they’re among the best at mimicking human speech; one in particular in Japan was returned to his family after repeating the address of his home. They’re also known for hearing things in their surroundings and then repeatedly saying it, much to the ire of the humans they live with.

Dorian: This one is easy; a peacock, which comes in three species, though all are members of the family  Phasianidae, which is shared by pheasants, partridges, junglefowl, chickens, Old World quail, and peafowl. These are popular gamebirds, often poor at flying but PRETTY AS FUCK. For Dorian, I think I’ll go with the Indian peafowl, Pavo cristatus– notice the familiar ‘Pav’ in the name, anyone?

Solas: An ostrich A gray wolf, Canis lupus. No further explanation needed.

Vivienne: An orca, Orcinus orca. Orcas are among the most intelligent animals on Earth, known for being beautiful as well as the apex predators of the sea (being cosmopolitan species, like humans, they are found in a variety of environments, across multiple habitats. 

Josephine: A dove, any member of the family Columbidae, which encompasses 310 species. (Fun fact! Members of Columbidae are the only birds that don’t have to lift their necks up to swallow water. All birds except for them have to pull it into the mouths and pull their necks up to swallow). Doves are seen as an international symbol for peace and love, suitable for an ambassador. For her, I think I’ll go with the diamond dove, Geopelia cuneata.

Leliana: Like Sera, I think she would also fit as a raven, but for the sake of being a nerd and introducing another sort of animal, the next runner-up is the ferret, Mustela putorius furo. Ferrets were domesticated for their ability to ferret– that is, to hunt and catch prey, specifically rodents, which often reside in narrow holes and tunnels that humans can’t reach. Being an excellent spy, well, I feel this should explain itself.

Cullen: An African lion, Panthera leo. If anyone has seen his helmet, it should be sufficient explanation, but they are also famed by their beautiful, voluminous manes– just like Cullen!

The moral of this story is: don’t ask me about animals unless you are prepared for the info-dump, because I love the kingdom Animalia so much (I got OVER 100% in a college-level Zoology course, I could regale you for HOURS on Animalia, ranging from Porifera (sea sponges), the basal clade and taxa of Animalia, all the way to Mammalia. I meant to do chores an hour ago but got carried away. Thank you, and enjoy my fangirling.

–Mod Sarah

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Pride

Originally posted by vernonymous

“No.

The word echoed through my mind as I recalled the conversation I had with father I was forbidden to look for Jaebum. My brother was no longer allowed into heaven, leaving me as the last angel out of the ‘Golden Seven’. All of the others had fallen due to their own temptation and weaknesses and I wonder if my time would come soon too. 

No. It couldn’t be. Everything I did, I did for the love of my father but it seemed like my hard work wasn’t enough to please.

I know I have to find him…Jaebum is good. He’s just misunderstood. If I could just show father that he had made a mistake in turning his back on my brothers then leaving this place is the only thing I have left to do.

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Infatuation

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“Laying in bed, Taehyung’s mind skimmed over the events from today, always pausing to think about the extremely pretty girl who was staring at him earlier. He was determined to find out who she was, she wasn’t getting away so easily.”

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 1528

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You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea. 

                You are tired (I think) by E E Cummings.

Issues- Part Sixteen

ISSUES

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Death,violence, swearing and sexual scenes in this part.  

Word count-2,944

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Something more than smut, smut. S/C

I don’t know what this is. I wrote it last night after listening to some mellow tunes & a sipping a little alcohol, (who am I kidding. A lot). I don’t know if it’s a fic, or I pulled up a lawn chair and parked my ass in Heughan’s brain, jotting down his thoughts in my little composition book.

It will be posted on AO3 as well,( http://archiveofourown.org/users/WanderingSummerBreeze ) as soon as I get around to eating breakfast first (stupid clock change).

Just a Thought 


It’s like an out of body experience, making love to Caitriona. The way her eyes squeeze shut when I enter her. Or the low arch of her back, as her body begs for more, but can hardly handle the heightened sensations she’s already feeling. The barely-there sweat that dampens her brow or the crease that taints her forehead in concentration.

I live for all these little moments. They somehow seem to stop time, carry on forever, and yet, when they’re over, it’s like they never existed. A dream, that quickly fades in the morning light.

She awoke first this morning, or her body did, needing its fix. Consciousness be damned. I stirred as I felt a hip fall across my waist, then wet heat against my groin, grinding shallowly, as if intoxicated. We use each other’s’ bodies shamelessly and without question. Each granted unequivocal access. I lay still, allowing her to do as she pleases. As her body needs.

Caitriona finds completion against me, with barely an audible sound, and nothing more than a tightened grip to my side to expose her dirty little secret. That is, until I feel the wetness grow, my wiry hair no longer damp, but drenched in her sex. The smell fills the room, and intoxicates my senses.

I’m not here and not there, but somewhere in between, as my body lulls me to complete the necessary, filthy deed of self-indulgence. A necessary execution, if you’re to believe what human nature has taught us. I turn over, yielding to instinct, and acquiesce to my body’s demand.

I float outside my body when I enter her. Her slippery heat, tight as a vice. But still, it pulls me in, envelops me, welcomes me with wet kisses that sheath my manhood. I feel as though I’m in another world, watching myself make love to her. Like I’m in heaven, reliving the most beautiful moments of my life. She’s in them all.

I can feel each sensation, as I watch us from high above. The grip of her thighs around my waist as she pulls her legs up tighter around me. I can see the marks that traverse from my shoulder blades to my buttocks, as she scrapes her nails along my body.

I feel her womb with each thrust, longing to bury my whole being inside her. Curl up inside and never leave. I am a part of her and she of me.

Her head pulls back against the pillow, exposing her naked neck. I want to sink my teeth into her flesh. Drink her down. I want her to be a part of every part of me. I settle for a gentle lapping of her silky skin. The salty sweat tickles my tongue and my lips begin to suck. I pull her skin taught, sucking hard, and in some far-off land, I can hear her soft whimpers, they break my heart, but make me harder.

I’m like steel inside her. Nothing could bend or break me. I want to plant my seed inside her. I want to see her grow with our child. I want her death-grip on my hand as she gives life to our union. To the perfect blend of her and me. And then I want to do it all over again. I want to feed from her. I want her warm milk to flood my mouth the way I flood hers when she takes me between her lips.

I want to protect her and hold her close. I want to demand she never leave and do only as I wish. Make soft sweet love to her, while cooing with endearments, and then fuck her into oblivion. Make her accept every repulsive thought that has ever hitch-hiked through my mind. I want to command total and utter obedience.

I want her to hold me close to her breast, as I weep of fears, uncertainty, and sorrow. I want her to beat my chest in anger and drag me to my knees, begging her forgiveness. I want to feel her butterfly kisses speckle across my cheeks and eyelids and I want her to squeeze my testicles in possession, showing the world to whom I belong.

My body is on fire next to hers. We ignite a flame that never fizzles, only burns to a slow ember after completion, before bursting, like roman candles, full of fire and light, inside us once more.

The sweat of exertion pools around my lower back. I can feel her fingers dip into it on her path to my rounded cheeks, clawing at my skin. I struggle to keep my eyes open, my own pleasure taking hold. To watch her, would be almost too much to bear. To see her face in the throes of passion is an aphrodisiac all on its own.

I can feel my testicles, full and heavy against her skin, tighten. It’s an electric pleasure, as sparks shoot through my lower body. She meets my thrusts with a rise of her ass, slapping skin on skin. Skin in skin.

Her body is an amusement park. Each ride more thrilling than the last. A roller-coaster of screaming pleasure and fun. Her body is like a temple, to be kept secret. Worship and praise in silence, while you commit your body and soul to her.

My hands caress her body, folding under her ass to bring her closer. I take a nipple between my teeth, biting sharply, biting softly. I pull as much of her breast as I can, into my mouth. The swell of it, too much to take in completely. But they are mine. No other man will have them. No other man will have her. No other woman could touch me. No other woman dare blemish my body with theirs. I am hers. She is mine.

I feel the erotic pain rise within my body, from my toes to my fingertips, and every bit in between. I arch myself, my pelvic bone grating across her most delicious of buttons to push, eager to be swept into the abyss together.

Her fingers dig possessively into my buttocks as her legs tighten around me. She is close, she is with me. I let the flood-gates open, willing the tidal wave to rush forth and carry off into her body. I hang on tight, desperate to not float away. She hangs on tight, desperate to not fall away. We disappear into oblivion as one. One body. One mind. One thought.

All I can feel is wet. My skin. Hers. Our connected bodies. I sink back down into my body and feel my weight heavy against her form. I shift, but not enough to break free.  I cannot bear to part so soon. It’s always too soon. But lives to lead. Work to attend. Money to earn and bathroom breaks in between.

When we finally do part, nature proving its dominance over us once more, there’s a brief mournful moment. That small sliver of time, like a raindrop into a day-old puddle, distorting the peace, shakes you up. Up, until you can curl yourself into her body once more.

She always caresses me afterward. I never do. It’s a Caitriona thing, and I love her more for it. Her hand gently passes over my cheek and jaw. She mourns my loss too, I know. Mourns the fullness I give her, the hollowness of her body like an echo in a cavernous room. Vacant.

I let her stroke me and I hold on. That’s my thing. Holding on. Onto her. Desperate for her heat to warm my cooling body. Desperate for the love I know she gives unsolicited. I feel an intake of breath below my ear and I await the soft sound of her voice, eager to hear her words, but averse to breaking the silence.

“Do you know what you do to me?”

I say not but a word. For my eyes are her mirror. I see all of her, and all of me within her.

Yes. I know. For you do the same to me.

Father’s Day Visit

Summary: After a fulfilling Father’s Day, Soos visits his own.


Today was a good day.

Soos was happy to be surrounded by his children all day and to be spoiled for being a father. He loved every moment of it and reciprocated the love whenever possible. He hangs up the gifts given to him in the museum and smiles.

The most beautiful art you’ll ever see… nice ring to it, Soos thinks with a smile.

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Safe - Part 3 - Negan x Reader

Disclaimer: this is an A/B/O AU. it will not exactly follow the show, but some of the plot lines will line up.

Warnings: Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader, lots of swearing

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Much to your surprise, living with Negan wasn’t terrible.

It had been a week since you agreed to stay in his room, and it hadn’t been awful. He was gone most of the time (which meant you got the bed), and when he was there, the two of you played card games and had pleasant small talk. You were beginning to warm up to him more and more, and while the thought scared you, it made you feel better about your future and what it held.

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Huntress- Part 14: Pick A Side

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E13 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

“Please…just hear me out…” Mary begs, her eyes were stern.

You raised an eyebrow at her, not saying anything.

“What they’re doing…what we’re doing it’s better. The British Men Of Letters are…well, loo I’m not blind to who they are and what they’ve done.” She looked at you when she said that.
“When?” Your Dad asked, clenching his jaw.
“When….when did you start working with them?”
“Before the lakehouse…It wasn’t Wally who gave me the case, it was them.” Mary looked down.
“Cas nearly died!” Uncle Dean shouted at her.
“I know…”
“Another Hunter died.” Dad added.
“I know. I was the one who burned his body, who told his wife… I see him die every night.”
“Good.”

“I’m playing three decades of catch-up here.” Mary argued, turning the subject back to herself.
“We’re not!” Uncle Dean snapped. “We’re your sons, you have a granddaughter for Gods sake!” 

“I’m not just a Mom. And you are not a child.” Mary spoke through gritted teeth.
“I never was.” Uncle Dean changed his tone back to a quieter and calmer voice.

“You’ve made your choice, Mary.” You looked up when he used her real name “The doors there.” 

With that Uncle Dean stepped out of the room, no doubt to his own.

You stood up with your Dad, both watching as he turned the corner.

“Sam…” Mary whispered.

“You should go.”

“Y/N…”

Dad turned to leave, but stopped to see your response, hovering in the doorway.

You gulped, not sure what to say. You didn’t trust them at all. Hell, you lived with them, you were raised among them and you still didn’t know half of what goes on. But you didn’t hate them. 
They weren’t fair, kind or honest, but they were good at what they did.

“Please, you know more than any of us about the British Men Of Letters. Am I doing the right thing?” She asked, begging for someone to assure her.

Uncle Dean crept back, standing behind Dad to see what you’d say.

You avoided everyone’s gaze “The way they see it,” You spoke slowly and quietly “If you’re working with em, then you trust em. So you can’t turn back now. Don’t mess up. Cause I ain’t gonna be there to clean the stab wound in your back.”


“I’m fed up of this whole peace maker crap!” Uncle Dean’s voice made you slow down as you headed towards the main room. “You’re always playing the middle, for once just pick a side!” 
He stormed out, almost walking into you. “You’re quiet when you move, anyone ever tell you that?” 
You found it hard to know whether or not he was joking, but smiled awkwardly none the less. “I’m outta here.” Uncle Dean mumbled, walking away.

“He seems happy.” You sarcastically noticed, walking in on your Dad. Dad placed his phone screen-down on the table, cleared his throat and smiled at you. “Hey, Y/N. You okay?” 
“Mmhmm. What’re you doing?” You nodded towards his phone.
“I’m not texting anyone!”
“You know, it works better if I accuse you first.” You smirked.

Dad looked down, sighing. “Mom.”

“Eh?”

“I was texting Mom. She uh,” He picked his phone up and showed you the screen “She wants to meet. Say’s it’s urgent.”

“Yeah, I got that.” You hold your screen up tom showing the exact same text.

He frowned, nodding slowly. “Okay…should we go?”

You sighed “I guess.”


Dad pulled the car up, stopping in front of some sort of giant gate where Mary stood the other side. It looked a lot like one of their old temporary base camps they had scattered around the counties back in England.

You got out, sending her a suspicious frown. Mary smiled shyly “Thank you for coming.”
“What’s so urgent?” Dad asked, not buying any niceness.
“Look, Sam, Y/N…I messed up. But this. This is so much bigger than we are. We’ve got a real shot here.”
“Don’t you think I know that.” You snapped.
“Y/N, I don’t know what kind of history you have with them. But they’re not the same people you grew up with. They want to help.”
“I know. I’m not stupid.” You hissed.
“Just….imagine a world without monsters of demons-” Mary began but you finished it for her. “-or any of those little buggers that go bump in the night. Of a world where no one has to die because of the supernatural. A new world. A better world.” 

“How do you know what he said?” Mary asked.
You rolled your eyes “Because he says the same bloody thing every time.”

She nodded slowly before retreating to place her hand on the lock. The gate clicked open and she stepped aside “Let me show you.”
As you walked through the camp, you wondered if your hand would still unlock the gate. Maybe it would…maybe it wouldn’t…would it even matter?

A little reluctant to show your face, you stayed close to Dad. He noticed you were more clingy than usual, but didn’t say anything.
“Look.” Mary held her hand out to the series of monitors, endless screens showing all sorts of things. This was nothing compared to what was at the Chapter House. “You do realise I’ve seen all this before.”You grumbled.
“I guess it’s me showing you what you walked away from.” Mary answered back- to your surprise.

“Sam Winchester.” Micks voice made you look away, “And Y/N Winchester-Brooks.” He smiled, clearly happy to see that you both showed up. You noticed he’d used both surnames.
“Hows the American hunting life been treating you?” He asked you, clearly wanting to separate you from your Dad.
“It’s different.” You shrugged.
Very different.” Mick agreed.
“That does’t make it bad.” You added. In fact, you preferred the way American Hunting worked, it was more fun if nothing else.

“You’re just in time for the briefing. Remember how we exterminated all the vampires in the Uk and Ireland?” Mick looked at you again.
“Yeah.”
“Guess what we’re gonna do.” He chuckled, leading the way.

You looked at Dad, as if waiting for him to say you could go on after him. Mary went on, Dad looked at you. You shrugged, “Your call.”
Sighing, he put an arm gently on your back and you headed over.

The room wasn’t particularly large, but it had a long table running through the center with some computer screens at the front. Each of which had a map on it, numbers and symbols ran along the sides.

Mary sat down,but you and Dad remained standing.

“Everyone, we’ve got a few new faces.” Mick declared.

“This is Pierce, an American Hunter. This is Sam Winchester, Mary’s son. And you all know Brooks…Y/N.”

Serena and Alton looked at you, both with unreadable expressions. “Back already, are we?” Alton questioned.
You scowled at him “Still a wimp, are we?”
“Am not.” He stood proudly, you took one stride forward towards him. Immediately he retreated a little.
“Are to.”

“We are not children.” Mick sighed “So shut up the pair of ya.” 

“In the mid western region we mapped out every single location of each of the vampires,” Serena gestured towards the screen “Over a period of a few months, we’ve managed to eliminate all but,” She pressed a button and the numbers began to disappear before you all “11.”

“Wait, what?” Dad questioned, tilting his head.

“There’s a sort of underground chain of Vampires, with one a the very top-”

“The Alpha.” Dad filled in, nodding slowly.

“Exactly. We plan to eliminate every last bloodsucker in the entire country. Eventually, America will be vampire-less.” Mick explained.

As the briefing continued going into more and more details you couldn’t care less about you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. You thought you’d finally escaped the dull life that was being part of the Men Of Letters, as a kid there was no freedom. You did whatever they told you to do. You’d finally gotten out and here you were being dragged in again…of all people to be the one to take you back, it was your own family.

You weren’t against the British Men Of Letters, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t hold some sort of grudge against them. Technically, they killed your Mum….and your sister. But, technically they didn’t. There were two different perspectives and at this point you didn’t know which was worse.

Too busy staring off into space to notice the briefing was over, Mick broke you form your thoughts. “So, what do you think of our little operation?” He asked, clearly directing the question at your Dad.
“Serena and Alton are smart…Pierce is…well…pierce.”  Dad sighed, no doubt thinking a lot more than speaking.
“Y/N…Anything?” Mick raised an eyebrow. You were amazed he actually wanted to know what you thought. 
You shrugged “There’s not much to say. It worked in England…so why can’t it work over hear?”

Mick nodded “I’m glad you’re as confident in it as I am.”
You stuttered, lost for words in a response. You weren’t expecting him to say that, let alone twist your words. He chuckled before leaving you be.

“You okay?” Dad asked, looking down at you.
“Sure…let’s go with that.” 
He scoffed “Y/N, I’m serious. If you don’t want to be here-”

“Guys!” A worried cry interrupted him, reluctantly dragging your attentions away. Everyone huddled around the screen, watching curiously. Vampires spread out on screen, beginning to surround the buildings.

“We need to go on lockdown.” You broke the silence. Everyone sprung into action. Mary grabbed a walkie-talkie and ordered “Stand down. Do not engage.” as you ducked out of the room to go and check that the doors were all sealed up. You twisted the handles, waiting for a red light and steamed hiss to sound before moving on to the next. 

After checking and double checking that they were all as secure as they could be, you raced back into the room, twisting round corners and heading straight for where the noise was. Inside, your Dad was leaning forward, holding a vampire by his neck.
“How did they even find us?!” Mick questioned.
“Calm down, you’re panicking.” You shushed him, getting a knife and laying it on the table.
“He told us. Our Father.” The Vampire laughed. You frowned, glancing at Dad. 
“The Alpha.” Dad declared.
Before the Vampire could say anything else Mary swung at it with her blade in a scything motion, cleaning cutting through the neck. It fell to the floor, making Alton grimace. 

It amazed you how many people had never been trained or accustomed to field-work.

“Where’s the avd?” You asked.
“In the armory. Along with most of our weapons.”
“If we put it through the vents it should take them all out.” Mary suggested, following your train of thought.
“Exactly, let’s go get it.” 

“Will it kill him…will it kill the Alpha?” Mick asked. “Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news, but he does seem to be a big issue for us.”

“It’ll weaken him,” Dad piped up “But he won’t die from it.”

You watched Mick’s face as it turned to realisation. Him and Mary shared a look that said they were both thinking the same thing. You frowned.
“Where is it?” Mary asked.

After a few minutes of confused waiting Mick appears back and places down some sort of case. He unhooked the clips and opened it up, swerving it round on the table slightly to both you and your Dad could see it. “What is it?” You asked curiously, racking your brain to try and think of if you’d ever seen it before.
“The colt.” Dad answered bluntly, lifting it up in his hands delicately. His face was of amazement as he held it out in front of himself like he couldn’t quite believe it was tangible and there in front of him. “There are only five things in existence it can’t kill.” 
“Geez.” You mumbled, noticing the empty barrel “Too bad it’s out of ammo.” You noted before asking “Can we make some?”

“Yeah actually we can.” Dad nodded, as if struggling to get rid of a reoccurring thought. Unable to stop it he asked “Where did you get this?”

“I stole it.” Mary admitted.

“From Ramiel…that’s what he meant when he asked.” You realised aloud.

Mary nodded “Yes…I-” But she stopped herself, maybe she knew that there was no getting out of this. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed. Cas nearly died, Ramiel offered to leave if someone owned up and yet she didn’t? You couldn’t have done that if it was you….

“Okay, uh….here’s how.” Dad began writing down on a piece of paper the instructions on how to make bullets. He thrusted it into Micks hands before picking up one of the weapons laid out on the table.
“Where’s the armory?” 

“I’ll show you.” Mary decided. You grabbed a blade and followed on, Pierce did the same, calling out “I’ve got your back.”
You sighed, but didn’t question it.

Sprinting through the corridors, you came to halt, waiting in anticipation as your Dad reaches for the handle. The light changed from red to green before the door swung open. Immediately, two vampires were clawing at the open space desperately trying to get inside. Dad slammed the door back as far as it would go, holding them back. “Go!” He shouted “I’ve got em!”

Mary and Pierce nodded, racing off to go the back way. You steadied yourself, gripping the blade in your hand before looking at your Dad. “Open it.” You nodded.

He hesitated, but leaped forward trustingly, allowing the pair of bloodsuckers access. You ducked at their oncoming attack, parrying to the right then slicing through their neck. You felt the individual parts of the inside, the vessels, muscles and bones each broken by the blade as it cut through. The head fell to the floor, shortly followed by the body. You then ducked as another came straight for you. Thankfully, Dad had found his feet by then and had your back. He kicked the vampire away from you, allowing both of you time to adjust. Dad then stepped in front of you and sliced the head off.

Heavily breathing, he patted your shoulder lightly before nodding to himself “Okay, lets go.”

You both raced towards the armory, still highly aware how time was slipping away. “Dad!” You called, almost running into Mary’s collapsed body.
You knelt down next to her, holding her up a little.
“Y/N?” He turned the corner, lowering his knife at the sight. “Mom!”

“Y/N…?…Sam…?” Mary groaned, her eyes blinking awake.

“What happened?” You asked, glancing behind yourself in case of another unexpected attack. “Pierce…he…we should go.” Mary heaved herself up onto her feet, staring at the floor You followed her eye-line, falling upon the broken up avd. “Shit.” You cursed “What do we do now?”
“One problem at a time.” Dad nodded, making sure he kept calm for your sake “We deal with the Alpha first.”
“But-”
“Mick’s making some bullets, we just have to tr-” Dad stopped himself.
“Trust him?” You offered, hoping your dislike for the phrase was evident in your expression.
“Yeah. Let’s go with that.” He offered a tight smile.


You crept into the room where the Alpha vampire was talking proudly. Serena was on the floor, dead eyes staring up at the ceiling, speckles of blood reflecting the light. You winced a little at the sight, you’d always liked Serena. She had guts. 
Dad held the Colt up, making himself and thus you and Mary known to the Alpha.

“Sam Winchester.” He chuckled. His voice was deep and disconcerting. He had a large black trench coat over his casual-smart dress sense. His skin was dark, his eyes darker and his hands had long red nails where he could drain his victims. You grimaced at the sight, having never seen an Alpha of a species before. Maybe he liked keeping himself to himself. Who could blame him?

“You know there are only five things in existence that thing can’t kill, I’m one of them.” He declared. You watched, was that true? Surely Dad would have known…
“If that were true I’d already be dead.” Dad countered. You only hoped he was right.

“I have many many children,” The Alpha continued, pretending to ignore your Dad “What’s one or two here and there.”

“Exactly.” Dad agreed, You watched, hoping your Fathers ability to manipulate was as promising as it sounded.
“Let my daughter, my Mom and myself go. Then things can go back to the way they should be. Cops and Robbers, Hunters and Vampires a fair fight!” 
Dad sounded so confident in his lie you almost believed it to. 
“And the Brits?” 
“Have them.” Dad snarled.

“You bastard!” Mick had obviously caught on and “attacked” your Dad.
You watched, impressed how smoothly it went. As Mick launched himself at your Father, his hand moved so Dad took hold of the bullet. Dad twisted his body, loading the gun away from the Alpha’s line of sight and threw Mick off.
He then turned back and aimed the gun once more.

The Alpha chuckled- oblivious. “You and I both know that gun isn’t loaded Sam.”

Dad smirked “Isn’t it?”

The Alpha twitched, as if going back in time and realising what had just happened. “No…” He mumbled, still coming to terms with his possible end. His eyes widened, and, as if coming to terms with his end his whole stance relaxed: “Clever. Clever boy.” He smiled.

A shot rang out through the halls: perfect aim. Straight through the alphas forehead. His body shook when waves of electricity surged through his body, jolting him to death. He collapsed- dead.


“Back later, huh?” Dean rolled his eyes at his brother.
“Getting a drink, huh?” Sam remarked, holding back a chuckle.

“When I thought something might have happened to you, I came running…nothing else really matters…” Uncle Dean turned to face his Mother. “Mom….it’s not your job to make me lunch or kiss me goodnight and I get that.” Dean turned to look at his Mum “We’re adults. And you can make your own choices or your own decisions. I don’t have to like em. I guess I’ve just gotta get used to that. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Mary smiled, proud of her boys.

The clanging of chains, made the three Winchesters turn around to see Mr Ketch as he hauled Pierce away. “Where are you taking him?” Sam asked.

“We have a way of dealing with Hunters who go rogue, they aren’t pleasant. Are they Y/N?” 
You glanced up at the sound of your name, having only just arrived at the scene. You were busy putting some weapons back in the armory.
“Eh?” You scrunched up your face.
“The way in which we treat our rebellious Hunters. ie, your Mother.” Mr K said before leaving. You scowled at him even though he wasn’t looking. ‘Great’ You thought ‘that’s another awkward topic to bring up later.’

You walked over to your family, purposely avoiding their confused faces. “We going or what?” You asked, looking up,

“Uh, one moment.” Dad put a finger up and made his way over to Mick. You watched, turning back round to Uncle Dean and Mary. “Pie?” You asked Uncle Dean, making him grin and hopefully forget about awkward questions in the process.
Nodding, his eyes lit up “Pie.” 


“What happened to Y/N’s Mom and sister?” Sam asked, looking Mick directly in the eye. He kept his voice low, aware you could hear if they spoke any louder.
Mick whistled “That’s a biggie. Pick one.”
“Her Mom.”
“Rebecca? Like Ketch said, she went rogue.”
“Why? How?”
“Look, it’s not my place to say what happened to Becky,” Sam noted the use of “Becky” but didn’t say anything “Ask Y/N.”
“Okay…and Max? Her twin sister right?”
“So she told you, huh?” Mick raised an eyebrow “Y/N’s had it rough. But she’s a toughie.”
“What happened to my Daughter?” Sam asked sternly. The fact that Sam reminded Mick how Max was in fact his daughter changed something slightly in Mick’s mind. “If you’re so bleeding curious why don’t you ask your other one?!” Mick snapped, making Y/N turn to look. Thankfully, she didn’t watch for long before going back to whatever conversation she was having.

“I’m just trying to make sure that you didn’t…kill her for no good reason…either of them.” Sam was struggling to talk about it. This was technically his family. Even if it never felt like it.
“They didn’t.”
They?” Sam echoed.
“Well I didn’t do it, did I?” Mick sighed.
“If I ask Y/N, she won’t tell me that you straight out killed her? There had to be a reason.”
“There was. For both cases. A perfectly good reason. Sam. Ask her.”

Sam thought about it for a while, running through the ideas in his head. Weighing ups and downs on imaginary scales before settling with his conclusion. He took in a deep breath and said it before he could stop himself.

“I’m in.” Sam nodded slowly.
“Sorry?” Mick frowned, surprised to hear it after such a conversation.
“Tonight was bad, don’t get me wrong. But the Alpha Vampire is dead. You’re changing the world and I wanna be a part of it.”
“And your brother?”
“Give me some time…” Sam paused, watching as Y/N laughed with her Uncle. He felt a shimmer of guilt try and surface. “Aren’t you gonna ask about Y/N?” 



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