Wet leaves sop underfoot as the brothers trek through the woods, retracing Dean’s invisible steps. Sam is keeping both eyes out for anything that could give away the story of what happened last night, fully aware that his brother is practically useless right now.
“So, like,” Dean begins. Sam takes an exasperated breath in prep for the question. “Just how many things do we kill?”
Sam sighs. “A lot.”
“Yeah but, like. More examples,” Dean says, kicking some leaves. The flashlight wiggles in his grip and points too far to left, so Sam gingerly guides his hand back up. Dean smiles at him. “Please tell me I’ve met a mermaid.”
Sam scoffs. “Siren, actually.”
Dean’s eyes go bright and wide. “No way,” he breathes. “I was kidding. Ariel is real?”
moodboard | the ocean “beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
the Sirens (Greek singular: Σειρήν Seirēn; Greek plural: Σειρῆνες Seirēnes) were beautiful yet dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.
Can I just say if the new Sleeping With Sirens album doesn’t contain either a) political themed songs and/or b) at least one song that sounds at least somewhat decent if played on a piano then I’m probably gonna go rip up my Kellin poster
Chapter Summary: After Dean tries to kill you, you race off into the night.
After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.
Of course as you started walking, your items wrapped in your arms, the sky opened and the rain poured down, soaking you instantly. It mixed with the tears, washing them away as you looked for somewhere to stay. You were tired, upset and confused, and it wasn’t a good combination while you were walking in a strange town, with your only weapons left behind in your rush to leave.
As you finally spotted the neon sign of a motel just ahead of you, thunder shook the ground, a lightning bolt hitting the tree across from you. Rushing the last couple of steps, you dripped into the front lobby of a nicer looking hotel.
“Oh you poor thing.” An older woman said, standing up from her spot in front of the fireplace. “Let’s get you fixed up.”
ALL SIREN MOMENTS AND INTERACTIONS FROM IN THE FLESH SO FAR IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER.
HEY Y'ALL, REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I HAD A SIREN THING COMING? HERE IT IS FINALLY!! SO MENTALLY DISTURBED PEOPLE LIKE ME THAT FEEL THE NEED TO GO BACK AND SOB OVER THESE TWO ADORABLE IDIOTS FROM TIME TO TIME, NOW HAVE THE POSSIBILITY TO DO SO AND JUST JUMP TO THEIR FAVOURITE PART OF THIS VID. OR EVEN IF YOU JUST WANT TO MAKE GIF SETS OF THEM I HOPE THIS WILL SAVE YOU SOME TIME
your hand on my ass?” Stiles’ eyes widen, trying to swallow down a small whine
as he looks around the club.
Derek tends to get a little…possessive over
him at times. Not in a romantic way- although Stiles desperately wishes-but in a back-off-this-is-my-human kind of
way. Apparently Stiles’ 18 year old
hormones, combined with his budding spark, means he’s now some kind of werewolf
cock tease. Kind of like a siren, but for
werewolves, Deaton had said, and wasn’t thatjust what Stiles had wanted to hear from his
slightly shifty neighbourhood vet.
Stiles Stilinski actually dogot a booty and apparently all the local
weres want a piece of it. It’s flattering, most of the time. Until it’s not.
Stiles can usually take care of himself, but he can’t go around carrying his
trusty bat with him all the time, and he’s still got a lot to learn about
protection spells before he can actually do one.
And so, enter Derek,
who, for some unknown, slightly painful to Stiles’ long suffering crush on him
and his eyebrows reason, is totally
cool with playing the part of Stiles’ pretend boyfriend when they go out.
(The fact that Derek even goes outwith Stiles at all is baffling in itself, but
hey, Stiles isn’t going to question a good thing. If Derek gets something out
of watching him get his groove on heain’t
gonna ask no questions.)
Usually, Derek just growls a lot when Stiles’
hormones, siren song, whatever, starts triggering overzealous reactions in
people, sometimes pulling him wonderfully close and scenting
him, just a little. (Stiles is super proud of himself for not whimpering during
these moments. He deserves medals, or, at the very least, milkshakes. The good cholesterol
killing kind he never lets his dad have.) Never though, never has Derek touched his ass.
Stiles isn’t too
sure how he feels about it. Should he back up into it? Is Derek trying to
initiatesomething? Shit, maybe he hit his head and
he’s dreaming. It wouldn’t be the first time Stiles has dreamt about Derek
groping him in public. (Shut up, he has an exhibitionist kink okay? It’s
normal. Erica said so.)
“Shhh, Stiles, just
let it happen,” Derek…giggles?
Swinging around, Stiles’
eyes widen even further, a surprised laugh catching in his throat. “Are you…are
Derek never gets drunk. Ever.
“I don’t know,”
Derek frowns, eyebrows pulling down adorably. “What is drunk supposed to feel
like?” He looks up then, face completely earnest, and Stiles’ heart kind of
stops. Not even Scott manages to pull of that
puppy level of cute.
Stiles has caught
glimpses of Derek’s softer side before. He rarely lets people see it, but it’s
there, and Stiles wants nothing more than to find ways to coax it out of him
for the rest of his life.
(He’ll admit, he’s
in pretty deep.)
“It’s different for
everyone,” he finally manages to get out, licking his lips, unable to help it, breath
stuttering as he watches Derek track the movement. “How do you, uh, feel?”
actually pouts. Oh my god. “I like it
when I can touch you, makes me feel safe, and I’m not touching you. So I feel…unsafe.”
Derek’s frown deepens, like he’s a little confused by his own words, but then
he’s looking at Stiles in that way he
sometimes does when he’s struggling with something, like Stiles is the only
person in the whole world who understands him. It takes Stiles’ breath away
every time, that trust, and even now it takes him a few moments to recollect
himself, to focus on what Derek is saying.
“You know, I’m always prepared for the ‘top five hottest people’ question, but this one is a little…- well, it definitely cuts to the chase, doesn’t it? Based on nothing more than who I’d probably usually put down on my hottest at the school list -
Raleigh Jones I can go there again, right?
Bailey Forrester. But, y’know– it goes beyond that. She’s pretty and she’s smart and really, I’d rather just bring her out for a nice meal and treat her right but if I’ve gotta fill this list out, then…
Wesley Ratcliffe. He’s pretty, alright? And pretty alright. So, y’know, not the worst option.