“Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.” Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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ok one of the most confusing things about reading harry potter as an aussie kid was when trelawney was like “hey hazza, u were born in the middle of winter yea?” and harry’s like “nah m8 i was born in july u dickhead” and everyone laughed and i was just sitting there like harry wtf she’s spot on why are u laughing do u not know ur seasons
Harry Potter gang being placed in different houses (while of course still being the most lovely of friends)
Like Harry can still be Gryffindor, but Hermione be in Ravenclaw, and Ron take his rightful place as the ULTIMATE HUFFLEPUFF.
And dunno maybe Draco is dissuaded from his awful upbringing (and self serving drarry reasons) and joins the group as their Slytherin because he needs love and affection (and drarry) and to be shown he is cared for by peOPLE.
Main motivation for all this is transparency of houses like the Hogwarts layout would be opened up to showcase the inner workings of all houses functioning/shenanigans?
Everyone coming up with ridiculous call signs to summon each other after infiltrating their common rooms (with poor stealth skills of course)
Harry Ron and Draco up at night sneaking around trying to get into Ravenclaw so she can be a part of the (put title adventure here) but they can’t figure out the stupid riddle so Ron and Harry are just whisper-screaming gibberish/the names of candy at the eagle because hey that usually works at Hogwarts while Draco just punches the door repeatedly until Hermione whose already outside calls out the answer from behind them because she totally figured out the mystery five minuets ago but there’re bound to be more cause this school is trying to kill them
Ron and Harry aggressively (but playfully) being all competitive over Quidditch matches chanting at each other in full house attire
Ron purposefully teaching everyone the wrong knock for Hufflepuff’s room so they’re doused by vinegar.
Draco literally hissing at being exposed to the overwhelming amount of yellow and brightness and overall pEPPY HUFFLEPUFF INTENSITY until Ron hands over some sunglasses that everyone in Hufflepuff just happens to have on standby saying “you get used to it after a few years,,,sometimes.”
Draco acting as a double agent acting to continue his mission in Half-Blood prince but is aided by Harry because “VOLEDEMORT IS IN MY HOME HARRY WHAT THE FUCK AM I SPOSE TO DO WITH THAT” so he helps a disguised Harry sneak into Slytherin to investigate and spy on which classmates Draco knows are interested in becoming Death Eaters to try and find a link, but Harry of course is all Gryffindor and keeps screwing with everything in the common room much to Draco’s dismay because first and foremost he’s “still a Slytherin bruh could you like not. C’mon I’m breaking a seven centuries “No Outsider Has Ever Been In Here” rule—be nice to the squid don’t taunt the squid the squid did nothing to you we live in a dungeon don’t make this any worse—OH MY MERLIN NO DON’T CHANGE THE LIGHTS FROM GREEN TO YELLOW HARRY IT’S LIKE A SUN (dissolves into hissing fit) we aRE tryING TO Be DiSCreT”
Draco being harassed by some of the Death Eater Slytherins and despite his housemate friends trying to defend him it’s still a lot to deal with especially exposed during sleep so Harry Hermione and Ron all work together to hide him in their house rooms on alternating nights (using magic okay just some magic) until someone discovers him in the Gryffindor common room and get like super Gryffindor vs. Slytherin antagonistic about him being there but before they can kick him out Harry’s ‘nah-uh’ and stands in front of Draco protectively explaining how he’s helping Hogwarts as a whole and honestly “why should we be so uptight about house entrances? Let’s not separate alliances by where we’re from we’re all fighting for the same reasons here” and the Gryffindor’s agree to let Draco stay with them due to the circumstances
but after all that the house communities become more free flowing as the war approaches with people of differing houses being allowed into common rooms to discuss plans and precautions, more people being comfortable sitting at any table in the great hall, rivalries being more like friendly competition than angry battles about which house is the most important
the first time the sorting hat calls out “SLYTHERPUFF”
everyone genuinely applauding whoever wins the house cup
“Can I ask for a fic request? Lupin x reader… but it’s POA era so Lupin is a professor and the reader is a 7th year. They both dance around the fact that they’re clearly attracted to each other and he’s desperately trying to be the responsible teacher but eventually they succumb to their attraction…? :D x” - @nervetonic
“Hey so requests are open? Could you please do something with adult Remus Lupin x reader? There’s so many young Remus stuff, which I love, but I could barely find adult remus stuff. Thank you so much! :3″ - Anon
So it sure has been a long time since I’ve posted anything lololol. I am going to put a slight warning on this one - I didn’t write a student/teacher relationship, but I did make the reader considerably younger than Remus. Also I’m going to have a language warning because I definitely threw in a couple of “fuck”s. As always I proofread a bunch so if there are any errors please forgive me! To the anon whose request I combined into the original one I received, if you’re not happy with this please feel free to send in another request when I open them back up; Remus is my fave and I would be happy to write more imagines for him!
The Great Hall overflowed with excited students, each
trying to talk over the others as they welcomed the new members of their houses
and reconnected with their friends. The sorting had just finished and
Dumbledore was preparing to stand and give his traditional start of term
(Y/n) glanced around Hagrid, who was seated next to
her, down the long table that seated all of the Hogwarts’ professors. Her eyes
connected with Professor McGonagall, who nodded slightly, offering (y/n) a
small encouraging smile. (Y/n) smiled back, before continuing to peer down the
table; she quickly skimmed past Snape, avoiding eye contact, before landing on
a new professor she didn’t recognize.
His face was adorned with a few small slashes that had
faded into the premature wrinkles around his eyes. The flecks of grey in his
hair shone in the light from the thousands of candles hanging above them. He
smiled slightly at something Professor Flitwick said and (y/n) couldn’t help
but admit that he was handsome. She continued to stare at his profile only
slightly paying attention to the other professors chatting around her.
(Y/n)’s reverie was broken by Dumbledore standing and
beginning his welcome speech. She flushed when she realized how openly she had
been staring at the new professor and tried to focus on Dumbledore’s words.
“This year we are happy to welcome a new Defense
Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Remus Lupin,” Dumbledore said,
gesturing toward the man (y/n) had just been admiring as he stood and nodded
his head at the students who were giving some half-hearted applause at the
announcement. “We are also happy to announce that our own groundskeeper, Rubeus
Hagrid, will be taking over as the Care of Magical Creatures professor.” The
Gryffindor table erupted into applause, supported weakly by the other houses, when
Hagrid stood, looking a bit sheepish. “I would also like to welcome a recent
Hogwarts graduate, Ms. (y/n) (y/l/n), who will be working with Hagrid in both
his teaching and maintenance endeavors.” You gave a small nod and wave to your
former house, who had given a few small cheers in response Dumbledore’s
Dumbledore gave a few short announcements, half-jokingly
warned the first years about the Forbidden Forest, and finally concluded with a
wave of his hand. The feast began and (y/n) took up a conversation with Hagrid
and Professor Sprout, discussing new treatments for this year’s pumpkin
harvest. Despite being engrossed in her conversation, (y/n) found herself
glancing over at the new professor, Professor
Lupin she had just learned, every few minutes.
The first few weeks of the school year were a
whirlwind for Remus. Classes had been going well, the students seemed to be enjoying
them and seeing Harry for the first time in so many years had been both gut-wrenching
and heartwarming. Remus was currently working on his lesson plans for the next
couple of weeks, and considering how successful he had been, he thought it best
to send for a few magical creatures to give the students more hands on
Remus considered placing his own order, but thought it
would be more efficient to tack it onto whatever Hagrid was probably getting
for his own class. He began the trek down to Hagrid’s hut as the sun was
setting and upon arriving he was not greeted by Hagrid, but by a girl
skillfully ushering a hoard of nifflers into a pen set up next to Hagrid’s
garden. She was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun and Remus found
himself staring at her as she shooed the last one through the gate and locked
it with a tap of her wand. She turned to Remus and stopped short, jumping a
little, obviously surprised by his presence.
“Sorry to scare you,” Remus said, suddenly feeling
slightly embarrassed at the way he had been watching her. He cleared his
throat, shaking off the feeling. “Ms. (y/l/n), correct?”
“Oh, um, yeah,” (y/n) broke her silence. They both
paused for a moment before (y/n) spoke up again, “did you need something?” Her
eyes grew a little and she quickly backtracked.
“I’m so sorry, that didn’t come out right. I just-”
“It’s alright,” Remus chuckled, “I know what you
meant. I was actually looking for Hagrid, is he around?”
“No, he headed into Hogsmeade for the evening,” (y/n)
paused, still looking a little disoriented, “sorry about that, but if it’s not
too complicated I might be able to help.”
Remus chuckled, “I was actually thinking of ordering a
grindylow to use during lessons, is Hagrid putting in an order soon?”
“Yeah, we were going to send the order in tomorrow, so
we can add that to the list,” (y/n) signaled for Remus to follow her into
Hagrid’s hut. “I would have loved having real
lessons with actual magical creatures
last year,” (y/n) said while searching for the order sheet amongst the stacks
of paper spread across Hagrid’s table. “We only had one lesson that was hands
on, and it was with Cornish Pixies, so I’m sure you can imagine how that
Remus and (y/n) laughed together, “I’ve heard a few
stories of Professor Lockhart,” Remus said, a small smile still spread across
“You’re lucky you never had to meet him,” (y/n)
mumbled, still sifting through the mountain of papers.
“Actually, we were at Hogwarts at the same time, I was
a bit older but I heard quite a few stories of his… escapades?” Remus and (y/n)
laughed again, but he could see that something had flashed in her eyes. She
stiffened slightly and looked back down at the table.
“Here it is,” (y/n) said holding up the order, she
cleared a small part of the table and retrieved a quill preparing to add
‘grindylow’ to the list. “Just the one?” she asked, glancing back up at Remus.
“I think that should be fine, do you agree? You are
the expert on magical creatures here,” he said, coaxing a smile out of (y/n).
“Hardly,” she said, “that’s why I’m working with
Hagrid, there’s always more to learn.”
The pair paused, looking at each other, Remus still
couldn’t decipher what was going on in her mind.
“I think just the one should be fine,” (y/n) said
breaking the silence that was quickly becoming awkward and jotting it down at
the bottom of the list.
Remus and (y/n) walked out of Hagrid’s hut in silence,
pausing at the bottom of the stairs that led to Hagrid’s door. Remus couldn’t
help but compare the moment to the end of a first date. He quickly forced the
thought away, and cleared his throat before thanking (y/n).
“Oh, yeah, no problem,” (y/n) said, smiling before looking
back down at the ground, “it’s getting dark so uh-”
“I should probably get back up to the castle before
it’s too dark to see,” Remus said, trying to smile or laugh, anything to remove
the tension from the moment. “I’m sure I’ll see you around the grounds,” he
said starting to walk away, “or whenever I have any questions for the magical
“You should probably make sure Hagrid is here then,”
(y/n) said smirking and offering a small wave. She turned and headed toward her
small hut that had been built next to Hagrid’s.
Remus walked the entire way back up to the castle with
a smile that he couldn’t quite shake off. She’s
practically a student, he told himself, you’re
almost double her age. Remus paused a few steps away from the entrance to
his office. There’s nothing wrong with
being her friend, she works at
Hogwarts, and you’re bound to run into her. Remus finally entered his
office, taking off his cloak and preparing for bed, the entire time repeating
loose justifications for spending time with (y/n) to himself.
(Y/n) quickly entered her hut, shutting and bolting
the door before leaning her back against it. She slid down onto the floor and
pressed her palms to her burning cheeks. Holy
shit (y/n) get a grip. He’s a professor.
(Y/n) dropped her hands from her face and pulled her knees to her chest, but you work here now. “That doesn’t
change anything” she whispered aloud, slowly getting up and changing into a
huge tshirt and athletic shorts before sitting down on the edge of her bed.
(Y/n) flopped backwards and crossed her arms over her
face. She replayed the evening in her mind. She had felt his equal through
their conversation, and then he had mentioned attending Hogwarts with Lockhart
and (y/n) had realized just how unequal they were. He was a professor, and she
was still practically a student. But the
way he looked at me- (y/n) cut off her own thought, you can’t think like that, he was just being friendly.
Removing her arms from her face, (y/n) slipped under
the covers and struggled to fall asleep and her mind raced with justifications
for talking to Remus again.
Over the next couple of weeks Remus started to seek
out little conversations with (y/n) whenever he got the chance. Remus would
“forget” little facts about magical creatures, and asking (y/n) for the answer
was easier than looking it up in some old book, right? He pretended not to
thrive off the way her eyes lit up when as she answered his questions, or the
way her lips would curl into a smirk whenever they joked with each other.
Remus was making his way across the grounds one
afternoon when he saw (y/n) coming toward him looking solemn. Completely
absorbed in her own thoughts, she didn’t even see Remus coming.
“(Y/n)?” Remus called, causing to her look at him with
wide eyes, reminding Remus of their first official meeting. When she didn’t
answer, he continued, “are you alright? Did something happen?”
“Yeah- well, no. No it’s really not.” Remus could see
the tears welling up in her eyes. (Y/n) turned her face and blinked hard,
fighting them back. She turned back to him, obviously still fighting her
emotions, “I have to get up to the castle, excuse me.”
Remus stood and watched her leave, then turned to
continue down to Hagrid’s. When he was about halfway there he remembered that
(y/n) was the reason he was heading there anyway. I don’t even have a question for her, I just wanted to see her.
Remus had to sit on a nearby rock to recover from the shock of his realization.
After taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he rose slowly and headed back
toward the castle with every intention of retrieving his bottle of firewhiskey,
sitting in his office, and forgetting that this had even happened.
Sitting in his office an hour later, vision blurring
at the edges thanks to bottle sitting in front of him, he still couldn’t stop
thinking about (y/n).
The image of her with tears in her eyes stirred up a
whirlwind of emotion in Remus. In that moment he had longed to draw her into
his arms and let her cry. At the same time, he admired how she had handled
herself, holding her head high despite her obvious distress.
strong, intelligent, funny, beautiful. Merlin, she’s so pretty. The way she
always tucks her hair behind her ears when she starts to talk about her work,
or the way she smiles when she sees me coming across the grounds, or the way-
(Y/n) sat outside the doors of the hospital wing,
trying to reign her emotions before going in. She couldn’t cry once she got
inside, this was her job, for
Draco had been “attacked” by Buckbeak earlier that day
and Hagrid had sent her to check on his progress. (Y/n) wasn’t crying for
Draco, her tears were for Hagrid. He had worked so hard to make his lessons
exciting and informational, and then Draco had waltzed in and it had all come
crashing down. She could see the defeat in Hagrid’s face, he was convinced he
would be fired the second Lucius got word that his son was in the hospital
She drew in a single deep breath before rising and
pushing the doors open. Her discussion with Madame Pomfrey was short and to the
point. As soon as it was over (y/n) rushed back down to Hagrid’s hut so that
she could update him.
Once (y/n) finished telling Hagrid that Draco would
ultimately be fine, his injuries were all superficial and easily healed, she
headed to her hut once again sat against her door trying to gather her
thoughts. She found her mind wandering to when she had run into Remus earlier
was headed down to Hagrid’s- or maybe to see me? I’ve never seen him actually
talk to Hagrid he always comes to spend time with me and ask me questions. Why
Over the next few of days (y/n) didn’t see Remus at
all; the first couple of days weren’t a surprise, there had been a full moon
which would have left Remus bedridden. She had figured it out the month before
that Remus was a werewolf, and while she been angry at first, she came to
realize that it didn’t change him. He was still the man with the kind and
gentle smile who visited her and made her laugh whenever he could. The days following
the moon were a mystery to (y/n) though, he still hadn’t come to see her and
she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
While she was preparing the flobberworms for Hagrid’s,
now tamer, class her mind kept wandering back to him. He can’t be mad because I brushed him off when I was crying, right?
That’s ridiculous, he’s my… friend? Is that even the right word for what we
are? ‘Co-workers’ who spend a lot of time together and are attracted to each
other? Or at least, I’m attracted to him, and I don’t think he’s attracted to me… but he has been
(Y/n) stood up straight so that she could shake out
her shoulders, she just needed to talk to him. She wanted to get back to how
they had been before. Whether or not (y/n) was attracted to him was beside the
point, that was never going to happen so she might as well be his friend.
Christmas was fast approaching and (y/n) planned to talk
to seek out Remus, something she had never needed to do before, so that she
could get weird friendship back on track. They were both staying over the break
and it would be much easier to talk to him when there weren’t a lot of students
milling around and they both didn’t have much work to do.
Remus, on the other hand, was hell bent on avoiding
(y/n) for as long as he could. The first few days after his realization had
been easy because there was a full moon and he needed time to recover, but
after that it would steadily grow more difficult. He knew that he should at
least tell (y/n) that he had no interest in being her friend, a bold-faced lie,
but better than just never talking to her again. However, he also knew that he would
never be able to get the words out once he saw her.
Christmas break was starting and Remus wrongfully
assumed that (y/n) was going home to see her family. On Christmas Eve he sat at
his desk grading the last batch of essays from the sixth years when he heard a
soft knock on his already open office door.
He glanced up to see (y/n) standing in his doorway
“Hi,” she said quietly, offering a small smile. “Do
you mind if I…” she trailed off looking at the chair in front of his desk.
After recovering from his mild shock, Remus nodded. “Ye-yes,
please sit down. Did you need something?” he asked and without missing a beat
continued, “I’m so sorry, that came out wrong-”
“I know what you meant,” (y/n) said trying not to
smile, remembering the way they had first met. Remus ducked his head, chuckling
slightly. “I just wanted to drop by and say hello… you stopped coming around,”
(y/n) paused, knotting her hands together, “I guess you didn’t need my expert advice
The pair both gave each other strained smiles. Remus
took a deep breath, opened his mouth to speak, but closed it quickly. He stood,
moved across his office, closed the door, and then returned to his seat across
from (y/n). Forcing himself to make eye contact with her, he felt a pang of
guilt when he saw how confused and… hurt maybe?
he wondered to himself.
“I’m sorry that I haven’t been to see you, but… I’m
not sure that it’s entirely appropriate for us to see each other as much as we
“I don’t understand,” (y/n) said, having trouble keeping
her voice from wavering. “It’s not appropriate for us to talk to each other
about our jobs?”
“No, it’s fine. If you don’t want to talk to me
anymore that’s fine. It’s fine. It’s really, really, fine.” Remus could see that (y/n) was forcing back tears,
and he knew that he had let this go on too long, but there was no turning back
(Y/n) took in a shaky breath and stood quickly forcing
her chair back; the screeching sound it made cut through the heavy silence hanging
in the air. She turned to the door, but before she could go anywhere Remus
stood and caught her arm from across the desk.
“Of course I want to talk to you,” he said, his voice
dipping, causing goosebumps to erupt across (y/n)’s arms. He dropped her arm so
that he could walk around his desk and stand in front of her. (Y/n) stayed
silent, staring at Remus and searching his eyes for the meaning behind his
Remus lifted his hand and with a lot of hesitation, rested
his palm against (y/n)’s cheek. She flinched slightly at his touch, but allowed
him to keep his hand there.
“What are you doing?” (y/n) whispered breathlessly.
“I’m not sure,” Remus replied before tilting his head
closer to hers. He could feel his heart pounding as he watched (y/n)’s eyes
flickered shut. Remus closed his too and rested his forehead against hers.
(Y/n) fisted her hand into the front of his shirt, keeping the other balled at her
(Y/n) lifted her chin, brushing her lips softly against
Remus’. “This is mad,” she whispered.
“Never been the best at making decisions,” Remus said,
out of breath just from his proximity to (y/n).
“Are you going to kiss me or not?”
Remus’ stomach jumped against (y/n)’s hand as he held
back a little laugh at her boldness. Pulling in a shaky breath, he pressed his
lips gently to hers, then more forcefully. (Y/n) responded with enthusiasm,
letting out a soft moan when Remus slid his hand back into her hair. Remus
growled at the sound and snaked his other arm around her waist to pull her
flush to him. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, standing up on her toes
to push impossibly close to him. Remus opened his mouth, sliding his tongue
across her bottom lip, when (y/n) opened her mouth in response, Remus’ eyes
flew open suddenly realizing exactly what was happening.
He pulled his mouth way from her and pushed her away
from him by the hips, ensuring that she was at least an arm’s length away.
Remus turned away from her and ran a hand down his face, letting out a shaky
(Y/n) stood where Remus had pushed her breathing
heavily. She stared at his tense shoulders, trying to think of something to
say. She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, he had been in control of the
entire situation. (Y/n) stayed quiet, waiting for him to say something,
When Remus finally turned around, breathing under control,
(y/n) could see the regret painted across his face. Before he could speak (y/n)
“You don’t have to explain to me why that was a
mistake, or why we shouldn’t talk about it, or see each other, or whatever you
were going to say. I don’t want to hear it. If that’s what you really want, fine, but-” (y/n) paused,
gathering herself, “but I’m an adult and I can take care of myself.”
They stood staring at each other while (y/n) waited
for Remus to say something. When he didn’t she looked away from him, toward to
“Cool, okay… yeah, no this is fine.”
“(Y/n),” Remus said, but didn’t continue.
(Y/n) took a deep breath, “I’m going to go back down
to my hut. I’m going to make some hot chocolate and pretend like this never happened.
It’s not exactly going to be easy, but what’s a girl supposed to do,” she finished
chuckling to cover the hurt that laced her voice.
Later that night (y/n) sat in a big armchair that
resided in the corner of her hut, reading one of her favorite books and trying
to keep her mind off Remus. She wasn’t actually succeeding though, she kept
replaying their kiss in her head. It was
more than just a kiss, we were making out, like full on-
(Y/n)’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her
door. She rose slowly, expecting Hagrid with some sort of task for her that he
didn’t want to handle himself. (Y/n) opened the door while saying, “hi Hagri-”
(Y/n) stopped short at the sight of Remus standing in
“Yeah, I got that,” (y/n) said quietly. “Do you want
to…” she trailed off motioning into the single room of her hut, “it’s freezing outside.”
“Thank you,” Remus said stepping inside. They both
stood awkwardly, not really looking at each other. Finally, Remus spoke, “I’m
“For what? Kissing me or regretting it right after?”
(y/n) asked, anger bubbling to the surface.
“Both?” Remus hesitated, “it would have made it a lot
easier to work here, with you, had I not.”
“But you did,” (y/n) said forcing her anger down and
keeping her tone neutral.
Remus’ shoulders sagged, “I did, and- and I’m glad I did, because I’ve wanted to for
longer than I’d care to admit, but… but this isn’t exactly a normal situation.
There’s more to this than just-”
“Is this about you being older than me or you being a
werewolf?” (y/n) asked without skipping a beat and looking, for the most part,
Remus stared at her, lips drawn into a tight line and
“I’ve known since last month, you’re not the subtlest
when it comes to-”
“I think I should go,” Remus cut (y/n) off. He turned
toward the door, prepared to leave and, as far as (y/n) knew, not return.
“I don’t care.”
Remus stopped in his tracks, whipping his head around
to give her a stern look. “You should.”
“Well I don’t,” (y/n) paused, gauging Remus’ reaction.
When he turned back around to face her, she continued, “I don’t care that you’re
a werewolf, because you’re still you.
And I don’t what people would think of us. That shouldn’t matter.”
“(Y/n), I just think-”
“So then stop thinking.”
Remus let out a sigh, staring at the fierce girl in
front of him. She wasn’t backing down, wasn’t making this any easier for him.
He hadn’t been sure what he was going to say to her or what direction this
conversation was going to go in, but he didn’t expect her to blurt out that she
knew he was a werewolf. He sure as hell didn’t expect her to be okay with it.
“You’re still thinking,” (y/n) said when Remus didn’t
“I’m done thinking,” Remus said stepping toward her
and resting his hand on her face in the same place it had been only a couple of
“Good,” (y/n) whispered, fisting her hands in his
shirt and pushing up on her toes, “that makes two of us.”
Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.
This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!
Special thanks and shout out to @misguidedconqueress for reviewing, editing, suggestions, and as always putting up with me.
You started to panic with each step, and not just from the pain. If Dean got anywhere near this wound, there would be a least two things he would be bound to notice.
Dean leaned your back against the hood of the Impala while he went to dig through the truck looking for first aid supplies. You kept a hand pressed on the wound, suspecting the wrap you used to conceal your figure was helping to keep the injury contained and compressed.
“Dean, Seriously.” You gasped out, your act failing with each passing minute. “You should update Sam.”
“That can wait.” Dean replied frazzled, unable to locate the first aid supplies. In the meantime he brought you an old T-Shirt you could use to sop up some of the blood. “You afraid I’ll see you cry or something?” Dean questioned, trying to lighten the mood.
“Fuck off.” You clenched your jaw; annoyed with his joke, being much more concerned about what he would actually see. You rolled your eyes knowing ‘Mike’ would have a comeback. “Just afraid you’ll faint from the gore, Winchester.” You paused, trying to get the pain under control. “Then I’ll have to save both our asses.”
You heard Dean softly chuckle followed by the slam of the trunk. Your eyes widened seeing Dean had returned with a bottle of vodka, a fishing hook, and fishing line.
“Quit stalling and suck it up.” Dean joked nervously as he started to sterilize the hook with his lighter.
Your free hand gently scratched the false stubble on your jaw as to tried to think of a distraction. There was no way you could possibly outrun him to your car.
“From what I saw, there is possibly another victim out there. You and Sam need to focus on that. I can patch myself up.” You said eagerly trying to convince him. His earnestly green eyes searched yours. “I’ve had worse.” You lied.
“I can’t just leave you like this…. We’ll make it quick.” Dean explained, torn between the situations.
“I’ll be fine.” You gave one last shot to convince him. “Call if I need to…” When Dean didn’t argue back you asked, “Just help me to my car, alright?”
Dean sighed, still unsure of leaving you alone but gave into your demands, and helped support you walking over to the car. After helping you in, he left the supplies on your passenger seat.
“If I don’t hear from you in a half hour…” He warned.
“I’ll be dead in a ditch,” You sarcastically remarked, realizing too late you were not helping your case. “Don’t even worry about it.” You tried to assure.
“Be safe.” Dean patted the hood of your car before shutting you in.
You watched to ensure he’d make it safely back to his Impala, slightly concerned that thing might pop up again. Once you were satisfied, you grunted from the effort it took to put your car in gear. Dean followed you down the road. You fretted that he might have changed his mind and was following you to the motel. But a few minutes later, you sighed in relief as he turned left at an intersection.
So just to reintroduce myself, my name is Lily and I am the person behind inteqrals. I am currently a senior in high school and I will be attending MIT as the class of 2021 this fall. Just a few fun facts about me:
I am a total nerd. I love star wars, harry potter, all of that shtuff
House of slytherin
Planning to major in Biological Engineering and minor in Management
I love kpop and kdramas way too much (TALK TO ME ABOUT KPOP)
I love robotics (avid participant of FRC)
So, a lot of you guys that followed me before may have noticed that I was really inactive for the longest time. That was partially my fault as I had so much going on. However, around a month ago I also realized I couldn’t get back into my account and recently saw that everything was deleted (essentially I got hacked cri). But I am back now and I miss you guys so much!! I can’t wait to get back to posting things and talking to you guys again!
Imagine draco during the quidditch world cup he would have regularly been confused as to why he wasn’t attracted to the veela but he was too busy worrying about the fact that harry potter seemed to be ready to jump out of the box for the women.