“I just don’t want to disappoint him, mom,” you sobbed. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Oh baby I wish I was there right now. Do you want me to come visit? I have some vacation time saved up…” You smiled at her, seeing the concern in her features, but you shook your head.
“No, mom. Save those for the holidays.” You paused for a second, not sure if you should ask the next thing on your mind. “Mom?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Um, how did you know that uh, that dad was, you know. Special?” Your mom smiled sadly, and you almost regretted asking.
“Well, your dad and I met when we were both working retail. I don’t know. He made me feel safe, made me happy. He put my wellbeing above his own usually. At first I didn’t get it, but eventually I understood. He asked me out on a date and the rest is history.” You smiled with her, memories flooding through you. Your mom scrutinized you for a moment, eyes narrowed. “Why do you ask?” You opened your mouth to answer but heard a voice clearing behind you. You whirled around in your chair to find Dean standing in the doorway, face as unreadable as always.
“Hey mom, can you give me a second?” Without waiting for her to reply you walked over to the door, pulling Dean out into the hallway after you. “How long were you standing there?” you hissed, angry and worried that he had heard something he wasn’t supposed to.
“Long enough,” he replied, arms crossed over his chest. You rolled your eyes. “Were you gonna tell you us planned to leave? Or were you just going to do it when Sammy and I were asleep?” That pissed you off.
“Jesus, Dean. This is EXACTLY why I didn’t tell you about school. I knew that the second you heard I was getting my degree you’d automatically assume that I would leave. You wouldn’t even stop to think that maybe this has nothing to do with you.” That caught him off guard. He nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Does it have something to do with me?” he asked. You scoffed.
“Absolutely nothing.” Dean obviously wanted to ask you something but he wasn’t doing it.
“Oh for Christ’s sake. Just ask me, Dean. Might as well air this whole thing out.” Dean studied your face for a moment.
“Who don’t you want to disappoint?” His voice was low, and you could tell he was apologetic about the situation at hand. You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“My dad. He made me promise I’d get my degree before he died, and this semester is kicking my ass. I’m so close to graduation but I don’t know if I can do it.” Dean nodded, looking at the floor.
“Well, I may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I can help you best I can. Sammy too.” You looked at him, feeling tears well in your eyes.
“You’re smarter than you know, Dean Winchester. Thank you.” You hugged him, telling him that you’d meet him for lunch after finishing your Skype call with your mom.
Sitting back down in your chair, your mom saw the tear tracts on your face and became concerned.
“No, mom. Everything is okay. Happy tears, I promise.” The two of you talked some more before your mom asked a question that caught you off guard.
“Is Dean the reason you asked about how I knew?” Your eyes widened.
“How di- I don- um,” you chuckled wryly. “Yeah, mom. He is.” She smiled knowingly.
“He loves you, pumpkin. He really does. I just think he’s too worried about the next step, so maybe you should nudge him in the right direction.” You thanked her for the advice and ended the call with a promise for another next week before walking to the kitchen. You found Dean making velveeta Mac n cheese, your favorite.
It whispered beneath
Scittering and crawling
A gleam of red that shakes the earth
An echo that blackens the night
Where it comes from no longer is
As where it exists is doomed to not
A sprawling darkness
Fetid and chaotic
Seeped in carnage
Warped by anonymity
A visage unknown
An old god unheard of
Before time immemorial
Where naught a star in the sky
Hollow of the fell fires cry
Abhi'zolos the emissary of the void
Harbinger of necrosis
Asleep and forever waiting the dead priests call.
I love Flash. By “Flash” I mean Barry’s cohabitant Speed Force side. The beyond-living emissary of not another world but another existence. The one which is truly, literally unfathomable and yet utterly familiar to Barry and his closest friends. I love writing about it, I love including it in theories, and I love it. There is so much Flash-fic I have not yet written and I cannot wait to do so.
Name: “Hale’s Emissary | Sterek | Trailer” Genre: AU-ish A/N: Beware the big bad wolf and his badass emissary :).
Plot: I sort of adjusted the role of an emissary. Stiles is a special one, thanks to his mom’s disease (which we still don’t know whether it was natural or supernatural). Stiles’ connection to Derek as an emissary is so strong he can feel what Derek feels, especially pain. It is needed, though. Stiles draws his powers from Nemeton, unlike the other emissaries but similarly to Jennifer, and using his powers leaves him with physical marks/scaring, which most of them can only be healed by Derek’s healing powers (some of them, though - for the most powerful ‘spells’ are permanent).
Sterek AU: Stiles is starting to think it may not have been the best choice jumping into some stranger’s car while trying to avoid the Sheriff. This guy’s eyebrows are giving off definite serial killer vibes and he doesn’t seem to be responding well to Stiles natural wit and charm.
Luckily for Stiles, Derek almost definitely won’t kill him. When the Sheriff finds out that his son carjacked his new deputy however, it might be a different story (insp.)