Supernatural ended. Iām having mixed feelings about the finale, I mean I cried my eyes out but there were things that could have been done better. It still was a solid ending for the show. I liked 15x20 more than I liked the rest of season 15. But now I have to cope with the end of something that was a part of my life for the last 5-6 years. I will be okay though - I will keep fighting - always ā¤ļø
Hi, so Iām back and I tried myself on a oneshot. Itās a KetchxReader. I honestly just sat down and wrote an idea out that I had in my head. Itās not following the spn story line. I would appreciate some feedback because it would help me improve my writing. I donāt own any of the characters.Ā
Characters: Arthur Ketch, Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester
Warning: Angst(?), break-up
Words total: 1411 words
āDo you remember when we took that trip to the beach? I remember it as clear as it was yesterday because it was the day you told me that you would never leave me.ā
We had just finished a hunt in Florida, and I was able to convince him into going to the beach and watching the sunset. I love taking a moment to breathe after a hunt just to remind myself that I am still alive. At first Ketch was complaining of course. He was always so focused on doing his job but after watching me closely for a few moments he gave in. I donāt know what it was, but I could see his eyes soften. Arthur even gave me a little smile when he agreed. I was so happy that I simply hugged him. He seemed surprised about it, but I guess we were both as surprised as he hugged back.
We got into his Bentley and drove to the closest beach. I simply sat down in the sand while Ketch started rambling about his suit getting dirty. I honestly didnāt pay much attention to him. I enjoyed the sand underneath me and the wind that was softly blowing through my hair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I love the smell of the sand and ocean. It gave me peace. As I opened my eyes, I saw that Ketch was sitting next to me. He had stopped talking and was watching me closely as if he was trying to figure me out.
āWhy?ā he asked. Ā āWhy what?ā I responded confused. Ā āWhy havenāt you left me yet? Why arenāt you scared of me? Why donāt you hate me like the Winchesters do?ā. Ā I was surprised by his questions. āShould I be scared of you? Arthur, yes you have done some bad things in the past, but you changed. I can see it. I remember when we first used to hunt. Your whole demeanour was different. Now, you are more kind, you are trying to be a better person and I can see that. Yes, Sam and Dean might have a grudge against you, but can you blame them? After what you did? Not that I judge you, but I believe in second chances and you havenāt given me a reason to mistrust youā I answered. Ketch looked shocked by my answer. He adjusted the cuff links of his suit, a habit which I noticed he was doing when he was insecure. āI donāt deserve you. You are everything Iām not. But still I canāt get you out of my head. I want to change, I donāt want to be this cold-hearted monster because I want to be with you. You had me intrigued the first second I laid my eyes on you. You ...ā Ketch rambled on.
āArthurā I interrupted him. He looked as me, scared about what I would say next. I studied his face. Arthur was pouring his heart out, what he had never done before. Ketch looked completely broken. I took his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was everything I wasnāt expecting. It was full of passion. Arthur moved his lips softly against mine.
That night we slept together for the first time. Ā It was the start of our relationship or at least thatās what I thoughtā¦
Now Iām sitting here in my room in the bunker, in one of his shirts and Iām crying again. I thought by now my eyes would be completely drained. You donāt even deserve my tears but still I canāt help it. That night at the beach was a month ago. I was happy and I thought he was too. I thought I knew him but apparently, I didnāt. Ā Two weeks after the beach Arthur turned into his old self. He became cold and distant and I donāt even know why. Ā I tried for another week but then I had to face reality. Arthur never really loved me. He just played with me.
One day I confronted him in the library and tried to get some answers. He just looked at me with his emotionless eyes. āYouāre right. I never loved you. It was all for fun but then you had to turn it into something serious. Love, you should know that thatās not who I am. But I guess thatās your personality. Your kindness will kill you somedayā Ketch shrugged it off. I wanted to punch him so bad in that moment. I was balling my fists. Of course, he noticed it and just smirked. āYou can punch me if it makes you feel better, but it wonāt change anythingā he said. āHowā¦How can you be like this? I thought you changed. I believed you, trusted you! You really are a cold-hearted monster. Just so you know, you will regret this, but I donāt care. If ever see you againā¦ I will kill you so stay away from me Ketch!ā I screamed at him with tears in my eyes. I turned around to walk to my room. I didnāt care if Sam or Dean heard us. Ā But also, I didnāt see a heartbroken Ketch as soon as I left the room.
Ā *Ketch POV*
It hurt me so bad to see her break down in front of me. But itās for the best. Iām no good for her. Iām doing this to protect her. Or thatās what Iām telling myself. I had to keep my cold emotionless face on so that she understood that I was serious. āā¦ I will kill you so stay away from me Ketch!ā she screamed at me. She turned around and left the library. And I just let her walk away even though it hurt more than any other torture I had suffered before.
āGive me one good reason not to kill you right nowā I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around to face an angry Dean Winchester. āYou have every right to, honestly, but it had to be doneā I answered him. He glared at me. āYou had to break her heart? Oh no, you son of a bitch. Sheās a good person and she deserves the world. You donāt get to swoon in and hurt her.ā I can understand him. Y/N is like a sister to the Winchesters and I hurt her, badly. āWell, I guess you heard her, Iām going to leave because otherwise she will kill me herself. Now if you excuse me Winchester, I have to go drown my sorrows in the next pubā with that I made my way toward the staircase.
āIf you love her why did you do this to her?ā I heard Dean ask me. I turned around to face the older Winchester. āIām no good for anyone especially since the British men of Letters found me here in America. They want me dead and if they find out about herā¦ I canāt risk it Dean. I love her too much to sign her death sentence so even though I love herā¦ I have to let her go.ā Dean looked shocked by my explanation. āSo, if you excuse me, I have to leave the country and get as far away from her as possibleā I said while making my way to the door, āOh and Dean, I would appreciate it if this would stay between the two of us. I donāt want her looking for meā with that I walked out the door with the intention of never coming back.
Ā 3 Months laterā¦
*Y/N POV*
āDo you remember when we took that trip to the beach? I remember it as clear as it was yesterday because it was the day you told me that you would never leave me.ā
I sent the message to the number that was still saved as Arthur Ketch in my phone. I never expected an answer. I knew better than to think that Ketch kept the same number. I didnāt get my hopes up, so I put my phone down and got back to researching for the case that I was working. It was in the middle of the night when I heard the notification sound of my phone. I fell asleep on the book that I was reading so I picked up my phone, probably just Dean asking me to come back to the bunker.
When Iām in that place, I can see how thereād be pain. But thereās also hope, love even. Angels can only imagine. Sometimes I envy humans. They can be anything.
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