“ In Rope Piece,” (July 4 1983 to July 1984) Hsieh invited fellow performance artist Linda Montano to tie herself to Hsieh for one year. They didn’t get along. In fact, both sides seem to delicately avoid the subject of what that year was actually like. “Peaceful moments were the best we could hope for the piece, says Hsieh.”
Tehching Hsieh and Linda Montano “One Year Performance”
“Hand her over. NOW!” Dean demanded, refusing to put his gun down. He was not leaving without you. He wasn’t going to leave you behind. Not ever again.
You were forced on your knees, feeling absolutely worthless and tears streaming out of your eyes. Your mouth was duct taped, and your arms were tied back with a piece of rope.
You had been kidnapped by a handful of demons. You, Dean, Sam, and Bobby had gone in what appeared a safe haven for the demons and when you were caught, you all ran in different directions in hopes to find a exit.
Unfortunately, you got lost and overpowered. And when Dean, Sam, and Bobby returned to their cars they all drove off, forgetting you. When Sam and Dean we’re somewhere on the highway and a couple of hours in. Sam had a bad feeling. Like, they forgot something really important back at that house.
“We’ve got all of our weapons? Dad’s journal? We’re fine then.” Dean said, telling his brother not to worry about it. Then it hit Dean. And Dean and Sam both said your name at the same time.
“Y/N!” Dean didn’t care to look to see if there was a sign that prohibited U-turns, he was taking a U-turn. “I’m calling Bobby.” Sam said dryly. He couldn’t believe they left you behind that way. He felt awful. Dean, on the other hand was eating himself alive.
He was blaming himself for leaving you behind. He should have done a head count when they got back to the impala. He should have done something so you wouldn’t be in your situation. He didn’t what those demons were doing to you.
He was gonna kill them all though. Even if he had to use every last bullet in the cult. Dean was going to do anything to get you back safely and sound. Dean shut his headlights off when the pulled around to the house. Bobby told Sam on the phone that all that mattered was getting you back and also added that they were idjits.
Dean and Sam saw that one coming. Dean and Sam got out quietly, after discussing the game plan. One of the demons waltzed out the front door. “You’re back for more, Winchesters? You ran out like bats from hell when you heard the slightest noise.” He smirked.
“Oh wait. Are you back for the girl? Y/N? She’s a little busy right now.” He said, trying to get underneath their skin. “Bring her out here. We’re not asking for much.” Sam said, making them sound as they were willing to negotiate some sort of deal.
“You heard the boys. Bring her out here.” The demon commanded, and another demon appeared with you outside. You were scratched up, and Dean could see bruising and swelling on your facial features. It angered him even more but he knew he couldn’t kill them.
So he did what he thought that would intimidate them. He pulled out the cult. When he did, the demon forced you to your knees. “Hand her now!” Dean said, letting his emotions rule his mind. He hated to see something happen to you.
But Dean was afraid he would hurt you more because he was going to die in a year. “You know she asked for this.” The demon said, trying to fool them. “Haha. Right.” Dean said, asking again to hand you over. “No can do, gentlemen. She’s ours now.”
“Sam now!” Dean yelled, and Sam went to action. He tore up those demons with the new blade they acquired that could actually kill those sobs. After Sam killed the one who was holding you hostage. Sam helped you to your feet but you fell against him.
Dean slid the gun in his jeans and ran over to you two. Dean picked you up in his arms and carried you over to the impala. The two of you rode in the back while Sam drove. You woke up on the road, in Dean’s arms. “Where am I?” You asked, trying to sit up.
“Hold on, sweetheart. Take it easy. You’re in the impala now. You’re safe.” Dean said, as you laid your head back against his chest. “Thanks for saving me.” You yawned tiredly. “No, I’m the one who should apologize. We’re so sorry for leaving you behind and not coming back for you.” Dean said, feeling like he was about to cry.
“It’s okay, Dean. I’m the one who got lost.” You shrugged, knowing they wouldn’t have done it on purpose. “I love you, Y/N.” Dean blurted out, knowing it needed to be said. He helped you sit up and you looked at him in the eye, and you told him the same.
That was all he needed to hear and he pressed a kiss on your lips.
Like a Piece of Rope Made Out of Two Pieces of Vine [Tate Langdon x Reader]
Author’s Note: I started watching American Horror Story yesterday… binged all of season one in a day and I’m now halfway through season two. I like, can’t stop watching lol. I had a couple of ideas for Tate, this is the first one. It kind of just wrote itself, and I’m wondering if you can tell… It wasn’t really supposed to be this long haha. I hope you like it. Also did anyone catch my pun/tiny joke in the last line or…
Skin is horrible today but I woke up at 8:00 am and feel proud. Left my laundry around the corner in the laundromat over night by mistake. Am going to be life modelling for six hours tomorrow, and then three the next morning. Have an 80 page reading to do. Started using an agenda.
A performance to prepare for Wednesday. Involves brick shoes fastened with rope, movement, a piece of wood that I slid all the way home last night like a big sled bc it was sliding over all the snow and ice. A story about my dad that I will read out loud. Pocket knife.
So far being back has been good, I’ve cried and not cared if I spent days doing nothing. Two things I find important. I think I’m good at working this much, because I know everything I’m doing is for myself and feels productive towards something.
Feel way to high when going out on Friday, instantly nervous and felt like a cartoon in these huge chunky sneakers and cropped bell bottom pants.
Had a nice convo with a new friend who was drinking a pink martini.
Looking into midwifing for after school, I want to help people.
I had a dream once where Erik and I were sat having tea in the Louis-Philippe room, when he randomly asks, “You don’t mind if a friend of mine…hangs with us do you?” To which I agreed. Suddenly The Daroga, strung by the foot from a piece rope drops through the ceiling. In outrage I stood, flipped the table and screamed, “CAN YOU STOP BEING A D*CK FOR TWO MINUTES?!”