@JensenAckles

Imagine: moving into the infamous Murder House.

I had always been shy, and moving into a gigantic victorian house in LA I thought would be what we needed. I was old enough to move out from my parents; 18, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave them. The house was extremely cheap for how huge it was, how beautifully detailed it was. My parents were so excited to seal the deal with it. As I explored the house, it gave me an eerie feeling, like we weren’t alone there. I unpacked my things later that day, looking out the window of my room to see a guy around my age sitting outside, with headphones on. He had blonde curls, and he was wearing a long sleeved, stripped shirt, with thumb holes cut into it. He looked up at me at the same time, giving me a crooked smile. I smiled back at him, confused as to why he was sitting in the yard, then the doorbell rang. I walked outside to the top pf the stairs to listen to what was going on, it was the next door neighbor. She handed my mom a pie, and looked up at me. “Is this your daughter?” She asked with a smile “Yeah, this is Y/N! She just turned 18.” The neighbor smiled at me “I have a son your age, you’ll have to meet him, my name is Constance by the way! Tate, come meet the new neighbors.” I walked down the stairs to my mom, and watched him walk up. He smiled at me shyly. “This is Tate, Tate, this is Y/N,” “Hi,” I said looking down at my feet. “Hey,” he responded. “Oh they are both shy, I think that is sweet. Well, we used to live in this house, if you ever need to know anything, I’m just right next door,” She said with a wave of her fingers. Tate took a long look at me and walked away with her. Then I took a second look at Constance and she was by herself. “Mom, he like disappeared?” I said confused. She looked outside to confirm “Well, he probably just hurried inside. He’s cute! You should hang out with him.” She said. I shrugged my shoulders “I don’t know, being as weird as I am doesn’t have a lot going for me.”

Later that day I sat outside, smoking cigarettes and listening to The Smiths, in the gazebo that was already built when we bought it. “Hey,” I heard behind me. I jumped to see Tate standing there. He climbed into the gazebo, and sat down by me. He laughed when he realized he had frightened me “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” He asked with a grin. “Well, yeah! You shouldn’t sneak up on people, what if I was crazy and punched you?” He laughed at my response “Wouldn’t be the first time.” “So, you make a hobby on sneaking up on girls then?” He laughed and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.” We both continued to laugh for a good minute and then he examined my MP3 player. “So, what kind of music do you listen to?” He asked as he set it down, seeming to not know how to use it. “I listen to all kinds!” I exclaimed, showing him all the bands. “Play Alice in Chains!” He said with a smile. I did as he requested and he grew more content. “Ah, I love this band so much,” he said with a sweet smile. He was so beautiful, he didn’t seem real. I paid attention to the detail of his face, and the dimple in his cheek. “It’s not nice to stare,” he said raising an eyebrow, then smiling at me to let me know he was joking. My face turned red as I looked down. “I was joking, you can stare at me.” I laughed as it made me blush more to hear him say that. “You’re really pretty,” I looked up at him. “R-really? You mean that?” He nodded “Yeah, really pretty. I mean that,” I smiled at him not knowing that to say to him. “Are you afraid of anything?” He asked me suddenly. I looked up at him, confused by the question. “Well, I know some stuff about this old house, stuff about ghosts.” I looked at the house, “Well, I like to hear about scary stuff, try me.” I said scooting closer “Well, the guy that built this house, used to run an abortion clinic in the basement, he was the doctor to the stars as they called him, well, one day his baby was kidnapped and they sent the baby back in tiny little pieces. The doctor went crazy, put the baby back together, and it was said the baby came back to life a monster, then his wife killed herself. After that, there are rumors the black dahlia murder happened here, two nursing students were killed here, a gay couple was killed here, and a teenage kid who shot up a school was killed here in your room by the police, there are also many more here.” I was shocked to hear how many deaths had happened, most of them murders. “Whatever, you’re just trying to scare me.” He smiled at me. “I can prove it to you, if you’re not scared.” He reached out his hand to me “I-I don’t know.” He chuckled “You don’t have to be scared, I’m here.” I reached out and relunctantly grabbed it. He lead me down to the basement, then pointed down to a dark spot in the basement. “Tate, stop it the-” “Wait for it,” he whispered, his hands on my shoulders. That’s when a small ball came from the darkness, and rolled to my feet. I looked at him, and he smiled “Roll it back,” I rolled the ball back into the dark, and it rolled back. I walked towards the darkness slowly, full of couriousness of what could be there, rolling the ball back. That’s when a woman appeared, she was sobbing, dressed in 20’s style clothing. “Where’s my baby?!” She cried loudly, grabbing onto me. I gasped loudly and covered my eyes. I opened them again, and she wasn’t there. “Tate?!” I yelled “Do you believe me now?” He asked wrapping an arm around me. My whole body trembled as he laughed “It’s okay, nothing can hurt you. Just tell them to go away,” I was so scared I couldn’t say anything. We back upstairs, and I showed him my room. We both hung out for hours until my mom said for him to go. The same eerie thing happened, where he disappeared.

Tate’s POV She was beautiful, she was an outcast like me, I wanted to know more about her, and I didn’t want her to know that I was dead. If she knew I was dead… I bet she wouldn’t wanna hang around me anymore. She was all alone one night, her parents went out with friends. I just…. had to sneak a peak at her. Just wanted to watch her exist. Her door was opened slightly, and I decided to look inside. There she was, laying on her bed with her headphones in. I continued to watch her for a while, when suddenly she started to undress. I felt like a creep watching her, but I couldn’t help myself than to not look away. She got down to just her underwear and she peered outside for a moment, I’m sure to check if they were home yet, she laid back down in her bed, and I continued to watch her as her hand slipped between her legs. My jaw dropped as I thought I should probably walk away, but being a guy, I still watched her, as she pushed her panties aside, and began to rub herself and slip 2 of her fingers inside herself. I felt my dick get harder and harder, wishing I could just fuck her. She started to moan, and I watched her arch her back, closing her eyes, her mouth gaped open, I pushed down at my crotch, as it became solid, as she fingered herself harder. I imagined myself thrusting into her. I bet she felt so good. I my arm slipped hitting the door as it creaked open. She gasped, and pulled the blanket over herself as I ran off. I watched her as she poked her head out of her door, she then shut it and locked it. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest. “It’s not polite to spy on a young lady,” I heard behind, I looked over my shoulder to see Moira, her face expressionless. My face turning red with shame. “I… I know. I just…” She didn’t say anything as she walked downstairs, oddly enough I didn’t regret what I saw, and it only made me want her more… To see what she was like.

4x17 | It’s A Terrible Life

Gotta love Dean’s exasperated, yet mildly intrigued I’ve-read-enough-fanfic-to-know-where-this-is-going-pal face.