Summary: When you and Sam go off on your own to face Amara, it doesn’t exactly go as planned. Dean shows up just in time to stop Amara from killing you by offering himself to her.
Based on this imagine: Dean’s love for you is so strong it breaks him free of Amara’s connection to him. (Sorry I have no idea where I saw this so I can’t link it!)
Word Count: ~4,300
A/N (important!): Ok so there’s a lot of cannon divergence here. I started writing this before the finale and more towards that episode when Dean kissed Amara and there was that whole theme of him not being on control of himself around her and wanting to kill her but also not wanting to hurt her (etc.) So this is highly based on that idea. I really love Amara and how the finale worked out and this is SUPER different from how her character turned out to be. Just so you’re not confused.
This hasn’t been my favorite or my best, but I liked the idea so I ran with it. Let me know what you though!
You sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, staring out the window and listening to the soft hum of acoustic guitar streaming through the crackling radio. Sam gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, turning down a long and winding road where you were meant to face Amara.
The wooden shard from the Ark sat delicately in your lap, wrapped in a thinly lined cloth. Sam eyed it every once in awhile as he passed over a bump in the road. You couldn’t tell if he was doing so in awe or if he was afraid his last shot at saving the world would suddenly vanish if he looked away for even a second.
You sighed, your stare accidently flashing to the rearview mirror where you saw nothing but cool leather and empty spaces. You hated leaving Dean behind. It felt unnatural for you to be out on a case with Sam without him. Dean was always there, even when you didn’t always want him to be. It had taken hours to get him to stay put in the bunker. He understood that he couldn’t be near Amara but he couldn’t stand the idea of you and Sam going off to face her alone.
Above & Beyond @ The Great Saltair SLC ‘Get Lucky’ St. Patricks day event 3.22.14
“Everyone needs love.”
“Leave this place with more friends than you arrived with.”
Above & Beyonds music saved my life when I thought I couldn’t handle staying here anymore. I thought it was the end for me, but I discovered their music and it helped me get through so much.
Last night I experienced the best thing in the world. I had waited over four years to see A&B, and I finally got to last night. When they started playing Sun & Moon, tears started coming out of my eyes. A girl walked up to me and said I was the most beautiful person that she had ever seen, and I lost it. I could not stop crying because I was so happy. I had never once cried out of happiness in my life but last night it happened. Thank you Above & Beyond, for everything that your music has done for me and my friends. Thank you for connecting me with people all over the world. Thank you for saving my life.
Request: Oh yes! Imagine being a Sith and finding out that Obi Wan and Ani are held hostage at your station so you set them free. Later, when they’re safe, Anakin notices that Obi is way too silent and looks sad so he asks why and Obi says that the Sith that set them free was his long-lost sister
A/N: I have a feeling already that I’m going to make a part two of this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You had been a Sith for 11 years, training under Count Dooku and Darth Sidious. You weren’t a huge fan of the later, so you often just stuck to Dooku.
You had learned a lot in the past 11 years, and had also grown a lot. You formed your own opinions, including that the Darth Sidious was a bad person, and had bad plans for the Galaxy. Dooku was just a pawn in his game, as were you.
But in order to survive, you stayed silent. You knew the day would come when you ran from the Sith, but for now you’d wait out the storm.
You were still in training, so you often spent your days on Dooku’s space station. Occasionally, he’d take you on smaller missions with him. He was a harsh cruel man to most people, but he had a bit of a soft spot for you.
He had found you when you were 13 years old. You had lost your parents five years before that, and had been living on your own since. You were so lonely, a tiny little thing living on the streets.
Dooku had sensed you, he felt how strong you were in the Force. So he came to you, and you welcomed his company. He showed you kindness, and you felt a little less lonely when you were around him.
So when he told you about the Force, and offered to train you as his apprentice, you immediately said yes.
Today, Dooku had come back to the space station with two prisoners. You noticed they were Jedi, and your curiosity was instantly spiked. He noticed you, and gestured for you to join him.
“There’s my apprentice. No problems while I was gone?” He asked as you walked in front of him. You glanced at the two Jedi, and you felt a nagging in your stomach when you looked to the second one.
He was older, probably in his early thirties. He had copper colored hair, hair which you could tell had fallen from its normally clean combed look. He had a full beard, touches of blonde here and there. But his eyes… his eyes were so familiar. They were a bright blue, the very same color as yours. You felt like you knew those eyes… but how?
“No Master.” You said, turning your attention back to him.
“Good.” He said, placing a hand on your shoulders and leading you to walk beside him. “How is your training coming along?”
“Quite well Master, I’ve mastered the Jedi mind tricks.” You told him, and he smiled at you slightly.
“Have you? Would you care to demonstrate?” He asked, and you nodded with a smirk. You called over one of his soldiers, and you stared into his eyes.
“You will tell me everything I need to know, and you will tell me truthfully.” You said, your voice soft and demanding. You knew the Jedi were watching you, you could feel their stares.
“I will tell you everything you need to know, and I will tell you truthfully.” The man responded, his eyes glazed over in a trance.
“Who really attempted to kill the General last week?” You asked. Last week, someone had tried to kill General Grievous so that they could rise in power. But Darth Sidious had ben able to save him, and now he was more droid-like. He was still Grievous… but he wasn’t.
“It was Briggs.” The man answered robotically, and you glanced back at your Master.
“I’ll deal with him later.” He said, his eyes angry. You nodded, turning back to the soldier.
“You suddenly feel tired.”
“I suddenly feel tired.”
“You will forget this conversation happened.”
“I will forget this conversation happened.”
“Sleep.” With that, the soldier passed out on the ground in front of you. Dooku laughed, ordering another soldier to carry the man away.
“Well done.” Dooku complemented, and you felt a smile form on your lips. “Yes, I think you’ll be joining me very soon as a full Sith.” He said, a confident look in his eyes. “You can have the afternoon off, go flying if you wish.” You nodded, bowing slightly before you left. You felt the eyes of the older Jedi following you, and the nagging in your stomach continued.
As the day passed, the nagging feeling wouldn’t go away. You’d tried flying, training, anything to distract yourself. But nothing seemed to work.
Which is why you found yourself growling as you headed towards the cells. You knew they shouldn’t be here, and the Force was telling you to free them. It frustrated you, but you couldn’t fight off the feeling. So begrudgingly, you decided to act on the feeling.
When you approached the guards, you knocked them both out, making sure that they wouldn’t remember what had happened.
You walked into the abandoned room, finding the two Jedi locked together in a cell. They were a bit banged up, but otherwise fine.
Both looked up when you entered, remaining silent. The cooper-haired Jedi was staring at you, as if trying to put together a puzzle.
“If you want to get out of here, you’ll listen to me and do as I say, got it?” You demanded, looking over your shoulder to make sure the door was shut.
“Who are you?” The younger Jedi asked suspiciously, his eyes distrustful. You rolled your own, about to respond sassily, until the older Jedi cut you off.
“Y/N.” The older man breathed, his eyes wide with shock. You looked at him in confusion, but there was still the nagging feeling as if he were familiar. But why?
“How do you know my name?” You asked, looking at the other Jedi to see if he had any ideas. The younger Jedi just shrugged, not having a clue.
“Why are you with the Sith?” He asked, ignoring your question. You were irritated at that, but answered anyway.
“The Sith took me in when no one else would. I was alone, I had no family. Now I do. Maybe I don’t like their ways all that much, but I had no where else to go.” You told him, and a look of quilt flashed across his eyes.
“You have no family?” He asked hesitantly, but he needed to know more.
“I think I had a brother once, when I was much younger. But then he left, and a year later my parents died in a raid.” You said, and the man looked upset. “So then I was on my own, until Count Dooku found me. He said I was sensitive to the Force, and he’d train me. And now here I am.”
“I’m sorry.” The Jedi said, and it made you feel weird. But you shook off the feeling, returning to your emotionless mask.
“It doesn’t matter. Now do you want to get out of here or not?” The two Jedi nodded, and you continued. “Then no more questions. Do whatever I say, and stay quiet.” You said, unlocking the door.
They stepped out, looking around the hall hesitantly. You pushed both of them forward, watching behind your back for any guards. The two that you had knocked out where still in the same place when you passed, and the two Jedi looked back at you in shock.
“I never liked them anyway. “You shrugged, pushing the closest one to you, the familiar one, down the hall. They both continued, and you quietly and quickly cleared your way through every hallway.
Twenty minutes later, you were back to the Jedi’s ship, and they rushed towards it. The older Jedi hesitated, looking back at you.
“Why are you doing this?” He asked, his blue eyes staring into yours.
“I don’t know.” You responded, and it was the truth. You didn’t know why he seemed so familiar, why you felt like you had to help him. But you did it, and you felt like it was right.
“Come with us.” He said suddenly, and you looked at him in shock. “You don’t belong here. You could train with the Jedi… I could train you.” He pleaded, and you felt like you wanted to follow him. But for now, you couldn’t.
“Maybe in time. But for now, my place is here.” You said, and he looked sad. “Now go, you haven’t much time.” You spoke hastily, and he nodded.
With one last glance towards you, he disappeared up onto the ship. He made his way into the cockpit with his Padawan, and silently took a seat. Usually he’d tell Anakin not to kill them with his flying, or tell him to slow down, but he just stayed quiet as Anakin took off into the sky.
Anakin grew suspicious, sensing the sadness in his Master. After the silence stretched on, Anakin couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Master, we’re free. We’re alive and can return to the Council and tell them what we have learned. So why are you so upset?” Anakin asked, glancing at the man who was slowly becoming like a father to him. He’d seen him angry, irritated, happy, serious, annoyed, sarcastic- but he’d never seen him upset like this.
“I knew her Anakin.” Obi-Wan responded as the ship began taking off. His eyes were glazed over, as if lost in memories.
“Who? The Sith that let us go?” Anakin asked, looking over at his Master for a brief moment. When Obi-Wan nodded, he continued. “How?”
“She was my sister.” Anakin was beyond shocked by the words that came out of his Masters mouth, and he nearly lost control of the ship.
“She was my sister Anakin.”Obi-Wan said, his voice so sad and full of pain. “I just left her, I left her so that I could become a Jedi. I left her, only for her to be completely alone a year later. And now she’s with the Sith, and it’s all my fault.” He spat angrily, burying his face in his hands in frustration.
Anakin didn’t know what to do, so he placed a reassuring hand on his Master’s back.
“You felt it though, didn’t you Master?” Anakin asked, and Obi-Wan looked up at him. “The light. She wasn’t like the other Sith, there was good in her. She can be saved.”
Obi-Wan felt a hope fill his heart as they took off into hyperspace, a hope so strong he knew it to be true.
“I will save you, Y/N. I’ll come back for you sister.”
You were watching as the ship took off, making sure they escaped undetected. You felt the pang of familiarity again, centered around the older Jedi who had known your name.
Suddenly, you realized why he had been so familiar to you. The haze lifted from your eyes, and you remembered the boy you had loved so dearly as a child.
“Obi-Wan.” You whispered as you watched the ship disappear into the sky. All of your memories came rushing back then, of him taking care of you as a child. How much you loved and looked up to him. He was your world at one point, your best friend and brother. How could you have forgot about him?
When the ship was completely out of sight, you turned and headed back into the station, making a promise to yourself.
An ode to a habit long gone….Here I place “Save The Last Trance For Me” by Paul Oakenfold underneath samples from various Marlboro cigarette ads, some of which were performed by the legendary Eddie Arnold.
I know I’m horribly late but writing that Swan Believer bit yesterday opened a can of worms and here I am today posting another little fic, this time all about Captain Swan. It’s a bit of speculation about them arriving in Camelot. This is unbetaed so if you find anything disturbingly wrong with it just send me a message and I’ll do my best to correct it
(Whether or not they have sex in the tub is up to your interpretation)
King Arthur and Queen Guinevere had insisted upon throwing a ball to
welcome such honored guests to their kingdom. Everyone, Emma especially, had
tried to explain that it wasn’t necessary. They just needed information on
Merlin’s whereabouts, maybe accommodations for a night’s sleeps and they would
be on their way. Sir Lancelot, whose presence had been a surprise to her and
Snow after their debacle with Cora, had assured them that the wizard was
already on his way to Camelot, having seen the group’s arrival and their reason
for seeking him. They were to expect him in two days’ time. Besides,
preparations for the ball were already underway and the invitations had been
sent. They wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone.
Emma took Killian’s offered arm without hesitation as the knights of the
round table lead them towards the castle. Her first moments as the Dark One had
been filled with fear and apprehension towards everything that was going on
inside her. Her feelings were at war and her light magic could barely co-exist
with the power of darkness. Her thoughts had been a jumbled mess, the vision of
Gold in full Rumplestiltskin regalia and her inability to control all that
magic at first had thrown her off.
And when she’d finally been left alone, she remembered her last moments