woven plaid

i.

imagine a family;
a mother, a father and two little kids.
a white picket fence daydream,
complete with apple pie and cut-off crusts and warm hands
and a shadow of a monster in the corner.

ii.

imagine a family:
two scared boys grasping at each other in a world full of nightmares,
one small step away from alone.

iii.

imagine a family that doesn’t end in blood,
a man as worn out as his baseball cap,
a student turned prophet,
a hacker turned hunter,
an angel of the lord turned human;
imagine a plaid-woven patchwork happiness carved away from monsters,
a bunker underground called home.

iv.

imagine two tired men grasping at each other in a decaying world.

a question arises:
is it better to have loved and lost or never loved at all? —
for even an honorary Winchester is already damned.
rivers of red upon white knuckles and trembling fingers;

family doesn’t end in blood
until it does.

(spn hiatus creations | week ten
↳ bunker family )

“The Colors of The Plaid” Teaser- Part 1 in full tonight!

Childhood friends who don’t understand that they are supposed to hate each other. Family betrayal. An adventure that leads to so much more than a happy reunion. An unexpected love that turns the world upside down. Secrets and lies that threaten to destroy everything. Is it possible to get your happy ending?

England, 1300 AD

“You actually mean to come with us back to Scotland, lass?” Finally, the intimidating leader spoke. His voice was deep and rich, thick with the rolling burr of the Highlands, and it demanded your attention. You had avoided looking at him after that first glance, but you didn’t want to be rude.

As soon as you gave him your full attention, you wished you hadn’t. His eyes were a piercing green, made brighter by the green woven through his plaid, and they seemed to be looking through you. His face was pleasant, with rosy cheeks and full lips, framed by long, dark blond hair that hung to his shoulders. He wore a few days worth of stubble on his jaw, and despite the way he was glaring at you, you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers over it.

Oh, you didn’t have time for this.

You glared right back, hoping to hide the fact that you were frightened of him and attracted to him at the same time. “What is your name?” you asked.

He remained silent, so his second in command spoke again. “That’s Dean Winchester, Sam’s brother and the laird of our clan. I’m Benny, and that’s Gabriel and Chuck,” he finished, nodding toward the other two men, who were both smiling at you now. At least you had a couple of friendly faces looking at you.

Dean Winchester was still glaring.

“Well, Dean Winchester, yes. I do mean to come with you. And I’d like to leave before the second coming, if you don’t mind.”

His glare turned to surprise and he raised an eyebrow. You would have sworn you saw the start of a smile on the edges of his lips, but he held it back and simply nodded at you.

“Then let’s be on our way.” He held out his hand to you.

“I- I’m riding with you?” you asked dubiously.

“Unless you’d rather walk,” he huffed, but there was a twinkle in those green eyes that told you he was teasing.

Grabbing his hand, you pushed off the ground as he pulled, easily swinging you into his lap. You weren’t prepared for the warmth of his hand, or the way you were sitting, the backs of your thighs plastered against his bare ones. You could feel his body heat through your thin linen skirt, and it was utterly indecent. You immediately tried to adjust your position to one with less contact, but Dean wrapped an arm around your waist and held you still.

“Stop squirming, lass, or you’ll be walking to Scotland for sure.” His mouth was close to your ear, warm breath washing over your skin, and though none of the other men heard his whispered words, you felt your face flush regardless.

You immediately stilled and settled for smoothing your skirts, your back straight and held away from his chest as the other men quickly dismounted to grab your luggage and secure each piece behind them on their horses.

“Ready?” Dean asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied.