Always Keep Fighting Winchester

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The Abomination Chapter 1 - An Old Friend

The ocean... It's the only thing that I feel understands me, sometimes. Whenever I'm upset, it's where I go to try to be at peace. I can close my eyes, smell the misty dew of a new morning, and rely on the ocean for control. Control of my thoughts and actions when it feels like everything around me is falling apart. I haven't felt like that for a while, but it still gets bad from time to time... usually when I'm thinking about my mom. 

Rachel and Elizabeth used to be my ocean, but they're both gone now. They've gone on to bigger and better things and forgotten about me. The beach was our favorite place to go, and now it's just me. Our mom taught us to try to find peace in the waves and let them consume our evil thoughts that would try to consume us. From time to time, I come out here hoping that Rachel and Elizabeth will be here waiting to sit with me and reminisce about Mom. Yet I know she would tell us to move on and let the waves wash our sad memories away. 

Not wanting to think about her anymore, I take a deep breath and wade waist deep into the water. Looking up at the sky, I wait until a large enough wave can pull me away and relax into it, letting it pull me onto my back. My long black hair floats to the surface of the water around me, and I let myself drift further and further away from the shore until I make it past where the waves are breaking. 

'I miss you...' I think as I spin my arms gently to keep myself floating above the swelling wave behind me. 'I miss... you.' My mom's warm smile flashes into my head, and I focus on the water to make it fade away. 'I... miss...' Her face fades away and the blue sky and clouds above me flood my field of vision instead. It's then that I know that the water has washed away my sadness for now. 

Just in time too, because I hear Jacob yelling "Lauren!" off in the distance. 

With a deep breath, I flip my legs under me to flip onto my stomach so I can paddle out to shore. Each wave that pushes me closer to shore makes me feel just a little bit stronger and I feel the shallow sand beneath me in no time. Letting my wet long hair fall over my shoulders, I look up to see Jacob standing at the edge of the sand with my towel in his hand. He's frowning a little and looking me up and down with that judging look I can't stand. 

"What?" I say, grabbing the towel out of his hand and using it to wring out my hair. He says nothing as I wrap it around my head to keep it off of my sopping wet clothes and as I wring out my oversized tee. "What...?!" I whine a little, just wanting him to spit out whatever he needs to say already. 

"This is what bathing suits are for, you know." He snarks. 

"Yeah, well." I sigh, knowing he doesn't understand this part of me. For being my twin, it seems like there's a lot about me lately he doesn't seem to understand. "What is it?" I change the subject. 

"You'd better dry off and get changed." He says, lending a hand for me to hold onto as I get my shoes back on. 

"Why?" I let go of his hand and bend down to take my towel off and shake out my hair with it. 

"We're going into town to go visit Charlie." 

"Swan?" I ask, standing back up and wrapping my towel around my shoulders. "How come? Is he okay?" 

"You remember Bella?" He asks. 

"House Mouse Bella?" I ask as we start to walk back to the house. 

I look away as I see him nod in confirmation and think about the three of us running around the house making mud pies and pretending to be different animals to bug our parents while they were having coffee in the kitchen. Bella used to pretend to scurry between her dad's legs and wouldn't give up until all of our parents hopped onto their chairs and screamed like she was a real mouse in the house. I'd pretend to be an ant and crawl onto countertops, and Jacob would be a termite, biting anything he could get his mouth on. We weren't exactly the brightest bulbs in the batch, but it was our thing. 

"You think she'll remember?" Jacob asks as he opens the back door. "The mud pies, I mean?" 

"Jake, we were like 6 years old so I doubt it." I chuckle, walking through the door. When I walk through the door, I see my dad drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Forks' newspaper. With him being the Chief of the reservation, he already knows everything there is to know about what's going on around here. Yet he still likes to know what's going on outside the rez. It's almost as if he's waiting for a major headline to pop up on the front page that he's been expecting for years. 

"Went swimming again?" He asks, looking up to see me dripping onto the kitchen tiles. I can't bother to look into his eyes, because I know that he knows what the ocean means to me, and who it reminds me of. I also know he doesn't need any more reminders of what he's lost, because the same accident that cost my mom her life cost him his legs, and the wheelchair he's in is reminder enough. "Get changed, I want us out of here in the next 5 minutes." I nod and silently walk to my room in obeyance as I hear him ask Jacob to help him get into the truck. None of the three of us ever talk about my mom very much, but I know that every time I walk into the house the way I just did, it hurts him. I don't mean to open old wounds, but sometimes I feel like I need to learn to embrace the pain. It reminds me that I'm human and that I'm still here. 

"Lauren, let's go!" Jake yells from outside, and I look out the window to see him sitting in the car with Dad. Realizing I got to at least give the impression I'm out of the current slump I'm in, I quickly change into a thin white t-shirt, black leggings, and blue jean jacket and race out the door. 

Jake starts up the truck as soon as we lock eyes and I quickly hop into the back seat. The trees I've spent my whole life watching grow up right alongside me quickly disappear behind us and become replaced by small shops and cars in no time at all. Forks is a quaint small town that I've never really seen myself living in myself, just because I prefer to be connected to nature. Yet Charlie's house is one of the few places away from the reservation where I always felt the most comfortable. After my mom died, Charlie was always there to be a welcome distraction from the sorrow that hung around all the familiar areas in La Push. 

He's also just a great friend for my dad, and I know that the three of us coming to keep him company as he gets to know Bella again is the least we can do to repay all he's done for us. Soon, we pass by the last couple of shops and diners and pull right up to his house. 

Charlie's police cruiser is already pulled into the driveway as usual, but the one thing that I haven't seen for many, many years, are the curtains drawn from Bella's room. As we pull into the driveway behind the cruiser, I look up to see a familiar face peek out in the window. Dad reaches over to the wheel as soon as Jake puts the car in park and honks the horn twice. 

I quickly hop out and open the back to get Dad's wheelchair out, but by the time I'm about to grab it, I hear a familiar low gruff voice say, "I've got it, Lauren." 

"Hey, Charlie." I smile warmly at the mustached police chief. What catches me off guard, is the fact that the smile he gives back is actually reaching his eyes. That's not something I've seen for a long time, and I definitely know Bella coming back is the reason for it this time. Charlie quickly sets the chair on the ground and pushes it the passenger's side door to help Dad into it. I can hear them already joking around with all their inside jokes and don't want to interrupt their moment. 

When I turn around to walk towards Jake, I see the somewhat familiar girl standing in the doorway of the house with her arms crossed. It's almost as if she's unsure whether or not the daylight outside will burn her or not, what with how pale she is. However, there's no mistaking those chocolate brown eyes of hers that she got from Charlie... the girl I'm staring at who I haven't seen for 10 years, is Bella Swan. 

"Bella!" Charlie yells, which pulls us out of the trance we were both in from eye contact. She slowly but surely walks down the driveway until she's standing right next to the hood of the truck. "You remember Billy Black." 

"Glad you're finally here." Dad says. "Charlie hasn't shut up about it since you told him you were coming." 

Charlie whips Dad around so he's facing the road instead of the house as he says, "Keep exaggerating, I'll wheel you down the hill." Dad quickly grabs the wheels to lightly bump back into Charlie, and the two of them take off into the street to wrestle playfully like they're kids again. 

The youthful attitude might have rubbed off on Jake, because when I look at him he's got a dumb smile on his face. It's at this moment I know the next words out of his mouth are going to be something dumb, but I'm too curious to hear what it is first before I try to save him from humiliation. 

"I'm Jacob, and this is Lauren. We made mud pies together when the three of us were little kids." 

I stifle a chuckle which makes him look back at me and hiss through his teeth to silently tell me to shut up. 

Bella looks between the two of us, trying to unlock that old memory before saying "Yeah... I think I remember..." I know just from the look on her face that she definitely doesn't but want to try to change the subject before Jake catches on. If he were to figure it out, I know he would be too disappointed and embarrassed to keep the reunion going. Out of the two of us, he's definitely the one who gets moodier. His sad little storm cloud can change the mood of an entire room in a matter of a minute if we're not careful, and I definitely don't want to have to deal with that right now. Luckily, she beats me to the punch with the subject change by looking past us at our dads and asking, "Are they always like this?" 

"Definitely." I laugh and look over and the two men still chasing each other around. 

"It's getting worse with old age." Jake adds, and the three of you share a laugh that eases some of the awkwardness of his earlier comment as well as this long-lost reunion. 

"Is it weird being back here?" I ask after a couple of seconds when the laughter dies down. 

Bella hesitates and cringes, almost as if thinking of how long it's been since she's been back here hurts her. Probably because she knows it couldn't have been easy on Charlie, but he had least had us and his job to try to fill the hole in his heart Renee left when they moved to Arizona all those years ago. She's just about to answer when Charlie and Dad stroll back over and Charlie pats the side of the truck. 

"So, what do you think of your homecoming gift?" Charlie smiles. 

Bella's jaw drops a little in awe at the beat-up old thing Jacob spent so much time remodeling. At first, I think she doesn't like it until she says, "No way! The truck is for me?" I raise my eyebrows towards my Dad in surprise. It's not that I don't know Charlie's more than willing to give us a ride back to La Push, but I'm just worried that it might be too much too soon for Bella. I know that I for one, would want a little more time to settle in before I was reunited with old friends and given homecoming gifts. 

"Just bought it off Billy, here." Charlie nods. 

Eager to get the chance to talk to her some more, Jacob starts to say "I just rebuilt the engine and-" 

"It's perfect!" Bella interrupts, running to driver's side door and hopping inside. Jake runs around to join her in the passenger's seat to give her a tutorial on how to drive the beast, and I figure I can let them have their moment. His immediate crush on her couldn't be more obvious right now, and I figure it's best Bella gets time to catch on for herself so she can let him down easy. 

I look back over at Charlie and Dad, and they seem in a deep conversation that I'm sure Dad will talk about once we get back home. 

"...we go to school on the reservation." I hear Jake say, and I wander back over to the driver's door. Bella sees me approach and rolls the window down. 

"Oh, too bad..." She looks between the two of us. "Would've been nice to know at least one person." The light in her eyes fades a little as she says this. 

"Trust me..." I say, looking over at Jake with his love-sick puppy dog eyes. "You're going to be a hit here in Forks. It's not every day a new face comes into town..." I hesitate as I realize my mistake in my choice of words. She doesn't need another remind of how long it's been for her and add, "Well, I guess not new. What I meant was, nothing really changes around here." 

"So it seems." She says, looking up at the window to her room. 

"Don't worry, House Mouse." I smile and lean against the door, crossing my arms. "You can come and visit us any time you need an escape from all the attention." 

"Thanks." Bella gives me a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she thinks about the nickname she hasn't heard for the better part of a decade. 

"Wanna give it a spin?" I pat the car. "Lemme hop in." I slide into the back as Bella starts up the car. Even though Jake and I don't spend a lot of time in town, we know a bit more about it than Bella. "We'll be back! Going to go explore for a bit!" I call out to our dads as we wave and drive away. 

Just like that, the Three Misfit House Pests are back in action to wreak havoc on the comfy cozy town of Forks.

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Twilight Imagine - Imagine Finding Out Your Two Best Friends' Secrets

You never expected to come back to Forks after so much time away. Right around the time Bella stopped coming over to her dad's place after her parents separated was the time that your parents did the same. There were times in your life when you wondered if Bella and you would ever have been friends if your parents weren't all so close. 

Yet, you've always been grateful you never had to find out. Even after Bella moved to Arizona and you moved to Oregon, you tried to keep in touch. It was only when she moved back to Forks that your bi-weekly check-ins turned into monthly ones where all she could talk about was this boy he had met: Edward. A couple of months later, she stopped writing altogether, and that's when you became worried. 

After many phone calls to Charlie and you old childhood friend Jacob, you found at that Edward had left her and knew you had to do something. Unfortunately, your father would only let you leave school and Oregon once spring break hit, as it would be easier to transfer schools then. 

By the time you landed, you discovered very quickly that things seemed to have back to normal for Bella, when you saw that standing next to her and Jacob was this pale boy with golden eyes that must be Edward. Wanting to keep an open mind about him, you settled into your life at Forks which had a bit of old mixed-in with new. However, you couldn't help but notice that there was something off about Edward.

What caught your eye even more though, was how much your old childhood friend Jacob Black had changed. Not only had he hit the growth spurt of the century, but he was... buff. Not buff in bodybuilder tendancies, but much more fit than you ever would have expected for a boy who you used to dwarf in adolescence. The way he held himself was with much more confidence than you ever could have expected. His tank top which not only revealed his strong arms, also revealed a large tattoo on his bicep that seemed to be a symbol of his pride. 

With a smile, you greeted your old friends and made sure to keep all of your questions fresh in your mind so that you wouldn't forget to ask them later

--------------------------1 Week Later--------------------------

You walk up the front door of the Cullens and knock with an sense of uneasiness in your chest. When you open the door, Alice is the one to greet you with a smile and a friendly "Hi Y/N! I told Bella you were coming." 

"How did you know?" You ask. 

"Oh!" Her smile drops a little but she quickly recovers with a light giggle and says "Just a feeling!" She steps aside to let you in and you look around to admire the archictecture of the house. This is the first time you've been over, but Bella has been wanting you to come since the day you arrived back in Forks. From your talks over the phone before she went quiet for several months, you got the impression that they're crazy about each other. Part of you just thinks they're plan old crazy for seeming to be as glued to each other as they are, but the other part wants to be a good friend and a step in that direction is seeing for yourself just how in love they truly are. 

Jacob doesn't seem to take their relationship well, so you make sure never to mention Edward around him. In your short time back, you've noticed that he seems to have a bit of trouble controlling his temper whenever Bella's boyfriend is brought up. The last thing you want is for your two good friends to not get along, and you feel that your being here can help mend some of the parts of their relationship that have been broken by Edward. Baby steps are key though, and mentioning Edward is like throwing Jake into the deep end without a life jacket. 

The first person that catches your eye when you walk in is Alice's boyfriend Jasper, who seems to tense up just a little but gives you a small smile all the same. For some reason, when you look at him, the uneasiness in your chest seems to fade away and you feel your shoulders relax. You didn't realize how much tension you'd been holding in them until then, but you hide your surprise with a smile and a nod. 

"Hey!" You hear Bella say who comes down the stairs hand in hand with Edward. He gives you an apprehensive look after seeing that you're already doing the same.

"Be nice, Y/N... remember." You think to yourself and smile widely when Bella gives you a quick hug hello. When you pull away, you see Edward smirking, and wonder to yourself what is so funny to him. 

Before you can think anything more about it, your book bag starts to slide off your shoulder but Alice catches it before your contents can spill out onto the floor. "I got it!" She chirps happily. "I can put it in the other room if you want!" Your heart stops for a second as you think about the Myths, Legends, and Creatures of the Dark book inside that you have inside. The book caught your eye in a bookstore one day after hanging out with Jacob and hearing some of the tribal legends he shared with you. "Don't worry, I won't snoop if you don't want me to." 

Edward chuckles and Bella says "Thanks, Alice." She gives you a reassuring nod to tell you that you can trust the sweet golden-eyed girl and you reluctantly hand your bag over. Without another word, Alice skips away with Jasper following closely behind leaving you with Edward and Bella. 

"Want to go for a walk? There's a lot of cool spots around here and I remember how much you love hiking." Bella clears the air. 

"Uh, sure!" You say, looking outside and how overcast it is. The weather isn't out of the ordinary for you, and you've hiked in the rain plenty of times. Part of you was hoping you'd be able to see a bit more of the house, though. 

"I can give you a tour when we get back, if you'd like." Edward adds almost immediately, and again you find yourself wondering how it is he instinctively knew how to answer. Your whole experience at his house so far has seemed highly unusual, like every time you start to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, Alice, Jasper, or Edward are there to put you at ease. 

"Sure." You smile. 

Bella looks at the two of you and laughs awkwardly before saying"Cool, let me get my jacket- thanks, Alice..." You look over to see Alice handing it over to Bella, who's staring at her with wide eyes as if trying to silently communicate something she doesn't want you knowing. 

Without another word, the three of you step out into the fresh air and you see Edward carefully step around the ray of sunlight beaming on part of the front porch. "Huh." You mutter to yourself, seeing Bella's eye twitch in your peripheral vision. 

For a while, the three of you walk in silence before you reach this open meadow which is brightly lit with multiple breaks in the clouds letting in rays of light onto the beautiful flowers below. Stopping at the tree line, Bella turns to you and stares for a couple of seconds as she thinks about what to say. Edward says nothing but looks at the two of you as if carefully trying to analyze the situation. 

"Y/N, uh..." Bella hesitates. "We've known each other our whole lives, right?" 

"Yeah, pretty much." You furrow your eyebrows, unsure why she's bringing up your close relationship since the both of you already know how much you value each other. 

"Remember how the two of us used to pretend to be Nancy Drew and solve murder mysteries with Jake always being the victim?" 

"Yeah, and one of our dads was usually the killer." You laugh softly, remembering those days fondly. Edward chuckles softly at this remark as well, and you notice his gaze drift away as if he's thinking about it too. 

"Right." Bella joins in on the light laughter. "Well, if you're anything like me... which I know you are..."

"Which is why I put up with you so much." You add, lighting the mood even more. 

"You still like to use your detective skills to try to solve life's greatest mysteries." Bella finishes, and your smile quickly fades as you see Bella stare up at Edward who tenses up ever so slightly. "If you're anything like me, you've done a little research on.." She looks at Edward again who only stares back. 

Your heart races a little in anticipation, wondering if your late night google searches had any bit of truth to them. Bella gives Edward a nod, and he starts walking into the meadow. 

"What's going on?" You ask, watching him walk slowly and gracefully through the thick grass and flowers. 

"I think you already know the answer to that, Y/N." Bella says. "Just watch." Unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt to reveal his white tank underneath, Edward continues walking into the meadow until the light hits his body. Almost immediately, refractions of light start bouncing off his skin which is glittering brightly. 

"Whoa." You say, and you take a step closer to look. "Does this mean...?" 

"Yes." Edward answers. "I am... a vampire." 

You say nothing for a couple of seconds and then explode out with "I KNEW IT!" Edward and Bella both widen their eyes in alarm and wait for your next move. Looking at their faces, you burst out into laughter and watch them both relax. Edward quickly starts button up his shirt and you watch the glittering skin disappear underneath the sleeves. 

"Y/N, now that we've told you, you have to promise not to tell anyone." Bella says, with a serious undertone in her voice. 

"Does Jake know?" Both Edward and Bella flinch slightly at the mention of his name. 

"Uh, yeah." Bella hesitantly says. 

"I bet this has something to do with you being able to know what I'm thinking, right?!" You say, punching Edward slightly in the arm. "...owww!" You immediately regret your decision when your hand discovers his body is as tough as a diamond. "Note to self, never punch a vampire." 

The three of you laugh, and Bella doesn't have to be able to read your mind to know that this is a secret that you will take with you to the grave. 

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After a nice rest of your afternoon spending time with the rest of Edward's family and discovering that the only one who seems to be displeased with another human knowing the secret is Rosalie, you decide it's time to head out. 

As you say your goodbyes, you feel comfortable enough to give Edward a hug who says under his nonexistent breath "Maybe wait a bit before telling Jacob you know." 

Feeling guilty that he knows of your plans of going to Jacob's after this, you nod, not sure if you'll be able to keep that promise. Now that you're in on the secret, you feel like this is a way for you to get even closer to Jake who you've found that you still have feelings for in the same way you did as a child. 

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"Hey!" Jacob says, pulling you into a tight warm hug which is a nice change of body temperature from the Cullens with whom you all shared a hug with except Rosalie who at least gave you a slight nod instead of sneer for once. Startled by the force of the embrace, the bookbag on your shoulder does fall off this time, and your book falls out. "What's this?" Before you can say anything, you see Jacob bend down and pick it up. 

"Jake-" You start to say. 

"You went over to see them, didn't you?" He practically whispers. Your silence gives him the answer he wants, and you seem him tremble for a couple of sconds before taking a couple of deep breaths to let it subside. "Come with me." He grabs your hand and leads you behind his house. In the distance, you see Quil and Embry who both watch as you walk quickly and you give them a quick wave. For some reason, they don't wave back but just stare. 

"What's going on?" You ask for the second time today. 

"It's just better if I show you." Jacob answers shortly. "Before I do, I want you to promise me that you won't tell anyone about this."

"Don't tell me you're a vampire too!" You gasp.

"HUH!" Jake scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Please." He takes off his shirt which makes you blush almost immediately. It isn't until he starts pulling down his pants that you look away and protest until steam starts to rise off his body and his body becomes a blur under the violent tremors. Before your eyes, you watch one of your best friends transform in a large, handsome, russet wolf. Your jaw drops, but with a trembling hand, you reach out for his face as he slowly and carefully treads towards you. 

When you stare into his eyes, you feel an aching and longing feeling at your heart that's stronger than you ever have before. You stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds before the wolf takes a step back and turns as its body trembles again. Its butt slowly transforms back into Jacob's and you look away, despite no longer having the feeling of awkwardness about seeing his body. 

Instead, you want to see all of him because the feeling in your heart tells you that his body as well as him... are yours. 

"What was that?!!" You exclaim. 

"I-I'm a wolf." Jacob says, panting breathlessly as steam continues to rise around his body while he zips up his pants. 

"Yeah, I got that Captain Obvious..." You roll your eyes and walk around to his front to face him and look him in the eyes. The tug on your heart becomes even stronger, and your heartbeat pick up the pace. "What was that...?!" You repeat, putting a hand on his exposed chest and gently grabbing his to place on your own covered one so you can feel each other's hearts. 

"...I thought-" Jacob starts to say, looking down at his hand for couple of seconds. With the largest smile you've seen on his face for a while, he pulls you in for the most magnificent kiss of your life and it all comes together. The sense of peace Jasper gave you with his mood control you learned about earlier is nothing in comparison to how you feel the second Jacob's lips crash against yours. Melting into his warm embrace, it's only when you need to breathe that you pull away. 

"I'm yours, aren't I?" You whisper. Jacob nods. 

"It's called imprinting." He answers after a couple of seconds. "I- I thought I would never feel this way..." 

Your lips collide again for a passionate few seconds. Few seconds of absolute bliss where the world around you seems to melt away. It's as if your entire center of gravity has shifted to be around Jacob, and you seem to know even without words that you matter even more to him. 

"Yes, Y/N." He chuckles, placing his forehead on yours. "I'm yours, and you're mine." Whoops and hollars can be heard all around you, and with a jump you look around to see you're no longer alone. Without realizing, you've become completely surrounded by what you somehow know without having to be told is his pack... his family... your family. 

Without having to be told, you know that you are and always will be with Jacob by your side... home.

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A Supernatural Episode Interactive Story??!!

One of my many projects that I’ve left unloved for quite some time that in going back to! I’m very happy to announce that I’m actively working on a Supernatural Episode Interactive book! Each episode will involve different beloved characters and EVERY CHOICE MATTERS!! Grow to love characters you hated in the show, or grow to hate the characters you once loved! It’s all up to you ^_^ coming soon (hopefully; need 3 episodes to publish and I’m 2/3 of the way through episode 2).

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Imagine: Having violent night terrors and dream-reality confusion (DRC) after a hunt gone wrong with Sam and Dean there to comfort you. 

"How's Y/N?" You hear Sam asks as Cas steps out of your dimly lit room. Pulling a pillow over your head, you try not to listen in on what he has to say, knowing it can't be anything good. Your body has healed from your close encounter with Death after you helped Jack and Cas take down some Grigori, but there is one thing that neither of them can help bring back: your soul. Luckily, they were able to get to you before any more permanent damage could be done. If a Grigori feeds long enough, the damage is fatal and a Grigori's victims are one of the few things that an angel cannot heal. 

Despite not having your soul anymore, your dreams give you constant reminders of what it was like to be whole and to be able to feel... anything. Being awake feels like what would be a nightmare for a normal human; if they one day lost the ability to care about the people closest to them, they wouldn't be able to cope. Yet for a hunter, it's agony. The saying that tomorrow isn't guaranteed has extra meaning for hunters, because they put their lives on the line at every waking moment to try to protect everyday people who don't know about the supernatural. So, the fact that you no longer have the ability whether your best friends in the whole world die the next time they go fight a big bad is agony to you. 

You don't know how to cope with it, so you stay in bed all day. The ceiling has become your new best friend, with the chipped plaster in the corner of it constantly being your main focus. Sam, Dean, Jack, and Cas have all tried to check in on you from time to time, but you shut them all out. Castiel, you physically can't because of his wings and ability to go wherever isn't warded but you've never said a word each time he presses his fingers to your temple. 

What's even worse for you, though: is when you go to sleep every night. In your dreams, you're whole again and can feel every emotion if you wanted to. Unfortunately, only two emotions ever come up when you're asleep: pain and suffering. Each time you close your eyes, you dream about watching Dean getting ripped apart by something or Cas get stabbed by an angel sword. Each time when you wake up, you wonder whether your friends are actually dead and all alone. The worst part about all of it is that you couldn't care less, and that's what scares you the most. 

The first time you cried about it, you had a glimmer of hope that your soul was somehow back yet as your mind caught up to your waking body, those tears quickly dried. With each waking morning, the time it takes for you to realize that your friends are still alive becomes longer and longer, yet you never have the motivation to get out of bed to go see for yourself whether it's true or not. 

At some point, you know you have to get up and eat but you also hope that if you let your body feel hungry, maybe somehow... someway, it'll feel something else too. Anything else  would be better than nothing to you at this point. For Sam, he never got hungry which has been the same for you. While you don't have a need to sleep anymore really, you find that it's the only way to escape from the endless realm of nothingness. 

You can hear a loud knocking on the door that you know belongs to Dean. He's the only one out of the four of them that would tear it down in a heartbeat if you showed any sign of wanting to see him. As much as he hasn't wanted to, he's kept his distance only because he still has hope he'll find a way to get your soul back. Every now and then though, he'll knock on your door in the slight hope that you'll tell him to come in. This instance however, is not one of those times. 

More muffled whispering can be heard from under your pillow and behind the door, and you only lift the pillow off of your face when you hear the footsteps fade away. With a sigh, you roll over on your side and close your eyes with no prospects of having a pleasurable dream. 

In the kitchen... 

"Okay, Rowena." Sam says, gripping the phone a little tighter in his hand. "Thanks." 

"Nothing?" Dean asks as Sam hangs up the phone. When he shakes his head, Dean slams the table with his fist and yells "Damn it!" 

"We'll just have to keep looking!" Jack says. "The Book of the Damned must have something Rowena can use." 

"How do we know she's even reading it? We should just go and take it." Dean grits his teeth. 

"We need to be here for Y/N, Dean." Sam replies. 

"Why, Sammy?! Be here and watch Y/N waste away to nothing?! No, screw that. Give me the phone." 

"Why?" 

"So I can find out where the witch is myself and see if we can actually do something about this!" Dean yells. 

In your room... 

"do something...!" Dean cries out, reaching his bloody hand out for yours. Struggling to move or doing anything you watch helplessly, the hellhound digs its claws into his chest and his blood splatters onto your face. Screaming bloody murder, you sit up and scratch at your hands to wipe away the imaginary blood vigorously. It isn't until the door comes riping off its hinges that you're snapped out of it and see the four men barrel into the room, various weapons in hand. 

"Y/N!" Sam exclaims, seeing you sit up in bed with wide eyes. When you look down again, you notice the only blood on your arms is your own from your deep scratches from your wrist to your elbow. 

"Crap..." Dean whispers, noticing the extensive damage you've done to yourself. 

"I had a dream." You mutter flatly, looking at your sheets as Cas walks over and places his hand on your temple to heal you. "Thanks, I guess." You pull your wrist out of his hand and look up to watch him walk back to the others standing in the doorway. 

"Do, uh..." Sam clears his throat. "Do you want to tell us about these dreams you've been having?" 

With a shrug and an eyeroll, you sit up a little. Them being so close to you would have probably once brought you comfort, but right now all you can think about is how pointless it is for them to be here or for you to tell them about your nightmares. Not seeing any reason not to tell them either, you mutter out "Just dreams that you guys die. It's different every night." 

"Y/N..." Sam whispers, his brown eyes widening a little. He takes a step further into your room and you watch the others do the same. You don't move, but you don't acknowledge their presense either. 

"It's whatever." You shrug. 

"Why did you scream if it's just 'whatever'?" Dean crosses his arms. He does have a point, and this time you do shift a little, only because the head of the bedframe was digging into your shoulder at an awkward angle. 

"I guess... in my dreams... I feel scared. And sad." You sigh. "Wish I could feel anything, right about now." 

Dean nods and sits on the edge of your bed. After a couple of seconds of silence, you see Jack walk around to sit on the left edge while Sam goes around to the right. "We're going to fix this, Y/N." Dean finally says. You look into his green eyes with your expressionless Y/E/C ones and see how sad he looks. Looking around at the others, you see them give varying signs of reassurance. 

"Is it alright if we stay with you while you fall asleep?" Jack asks with a small smile. "It's okay if you don't want us to-" 

"No." You interrupt. "I mean, no..." You sigh. "That would be fine, I guess." Sam's hand which has been inches away from yours since he sat down, reaches over to give yours a reassuring squeeze. Not caring anymore about being self-conscious with all the the staring eyes, you close your eyes without another word. 

This time, however... feels slightly different. When you open your eyes in your dream, instead of feeling scared you actually think you feel comfort for the first time since your soul was ripped out of you.

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Imagine: Getting a harsh reminder that there's no such thing as a "normal" day in Forks, Washington. 

Requested by: @JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad

Forks hasn't been the same for you for quite some time since your best friend Bella Swan became friends with the Cullen family and more than friends with Edward Cullen, in particular. With it being a small town, any newcomers draw attention, and you were just as curious about the family as your good friend Bella was when they came in. Before long, you and Bella both discovered the vampire world as well as your other good friend Jacob Black's world of wolf shifters. 

You actually knew about Jacob and was there with him the day that he phased for the first time. It was a tough time for the both of you when Bella shut you two out when the Cullens left after Jasper's episode. The two of you had gotten a lot closer than you think either of you ever thought possible, and it quickly became clear to you that your feelings for Jacob were more than just those of what one would have for a friend. What you've never been sure of however, if he's ever the same way... until today. 

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You and Bella walk on the shoreline of La Push slowly, watching Edward and Jacob immersed in conversation with the occasional glance over their shoulders to check in on you both. This is funny to you, considering the fact that you know both of their hearing is heightened enough to be able to hear your footsteps in the graveled sand and figure it must simply be out of common courtesy if nothing else.

After watching the waves crash for a little and enjoying the company of your three closest friends, Bella's the first to speak up. "I'm really sorry for all that I've put you through, Y/N." She mutters, looking at her shoes sinking into the sand with each step. "I just..." She shakes her head, looking at Edward who bumps Jacob's shoulder with enough force of his own that would send any human being flying. Jacob on the other hand, barely loses his footing and laughs boisterously which makes you smile. It's nice to see the two of them get along, for once. 

Realizing that you haven't said anything, you clear your throat and say "It's okay... I mean, it's not okay, but-" You sigh, finding you're the one who's now struggling to find the right words to say. "I- I get it. He's... he's your soulmate." You smile, and look over at Bella who quickly looks away from Edward and blushes. "You really did scare me for a while there, B." 

"I know." She sighs. "I really am s-" 

"I think I'm just jealous of you, more than anything else." You interrupt, wanting to change the subject mostly because you're not sure you're ready to forgive her 100% no matter how much she apologizes. 

"Jealous? Of me?" She scoffs. 

"I mean, yeah...! Of what you and Edward- forget it." It's your turn to blush and look away this time. 

"Y/N, you realize you can have that too, right?" Bella says after about a minute of silence. "I- I mean, I never thought I'd find someone like Edward." The boys are far enough away from the two of you now and immersed in their own rough housing to ignore your conversation, but you stop so you can listen to what she has to say while the boys are out of earshot. 

"Yeah, I guess..." You watch Jake from afar. 

Bella follows your gaze, and you see the corner of her mouth twitch to try to hide a smile. "Do you... have feelings for Jacob?" 

"What?!" You clear your throat and laugh awkwardly as your heart flutters a little. "No, don't be stupid." She raises an eyebrow at you, which you know is her face when she sees through your lies. With a defeated sigh, you rub your eyebrow and turn to look at her. "I mean, maybe? I think I might have for a long time now." Bella can no longer contain the smile. "When you went radio silent..." Her smile quickly fades. "We kept trying to hang out like how the three of us would, and he would try to distract me any time I got too sad by bringing over to Emily's house after he joined the pack. Everyone loves having me there, but Paul seems to have a really hard time with it for some reason. Something about me being a "vampire lover" as he calls it really pisses him off". 

"That's crazy!" Bella chimes in.

You nod and continue. "But I never minded because Jake was always there to protect me. He always has, and I guess that's what I love about him- wait no, not love!" Bella raises an eyebrow again and you nudge her with your elbow "Shut up!" You both laugh. 

"First: ow." She mutters, rubbing her arm where you hit it and you both laugh some more. "Second: I think he has a crush on you too, Y/N." 

"Stop it." You say, not wanting her to toy with your emotions. You're certainly not as fragile as she is when it comes to your emotions, but you also don't like getting your hopes up about something that you don't possibly think can be true. 

"I'm serious!" She shrugs. "Why don't you talk to him about it?" You say nothing and start to walk again. She grabs your wrist before you get too far and yells "Edward!" 

In a matter of seconds with his super speed, he's by your guy's side. "What are you doing?" You whisper, knowing fully well he can hear you. 

"It's getting kind of late, don't you think?" Bella raises her eyebrows at him and looks between him and you. Frowning, he looks at her for a couple of seconds before turning to you. 

"Don't you dare leave..." You think. 

"Ah." He says, letting a small smirk cross his face. "Yeah, I think it's time we head back." 

"No fair!" You punch his shoulder which is the same as punching a brick wall, and your hand immediately stings upon contact. "Ow... worth it." You mutter. "Just because you can read my mind doesn't mean you have to!" 

"Sorry, Y/N." Edward chuckles. 

"No fair!" Jacob pants, running over to the three of you. "You know I'm slow when I'm not wolfed out." 

"I didn't realize we were racing." Edward chuckles. 

"Does everything need to be a competition with you two?" Bella says. 

"Yes." Edward and Jake say at the same time and the 4 of you laugh softly. 

"We were just about to head out." Bella says. 

"Oh." Jacob says, his smile fading a little. 

"Y/N's staying, though." Bella adds, and stares at you with big eyes. "I think you have some stuff to talk about." 

"Okay..." Jake tilts his head at you, his breathing almost back to normal. "See you guys later, then?" Edward nods and bends down a little so Bella can climb on. You smile as she hops on with ease and think about Edward's nickname he gave her: "spider monkey" 

"She told you about that?" Edward asks quietly. 

"Crap. Sorry, Bells." You see the confused look on her face as you and Edward laugh and it doesn't take a mind reader on your part to know she'll be getting chewed out about that when they get back to her truck. Without another word, they speed away. 

"So..." Jacob says after you watch them fade in the distance in a split second. "What's up?" 

"Oh..." You blush and look down at your feet. "Uh..." 

"You okay, your heart's racing right now." He laughs uncomfortably. 

"Damn you and your super-hearing." You mutter. 

"Heard that." He jokes. 

"Yeah, I know." You sigh, and slowly look up. "I- I have feelings for you!" You grit your teeth and close your eyes tightly, beating yourself up silently at how you just blurted it out. Jacob doesn't say anything, so you just smack yourself in the forehead. "Crap, I- I shouldn't have said anything. I'll, uh... see you later I guess." As you turn to walk away, you feel his hot hand grab yours and he waits for you to turn back around to face him. 

"You... you have feelings for me?" His goofy and toothy grin creeps across his face. 

"Yeah..." You can't help but let his irresistable contagious smile spread to your own face as you look down at your feet. "I kind of have ever since Bella fake married us as kids when we used to play House. Is that weird?" 

Gently, he uses his free hand to put a finger under your chin to lift your head to look into his brown eyes. "Y/N, I've had a crush on you my whole life too." 

"Y-You have?" Your heart skips a beat and he chuckles and nods. 

"In fact, I was talking to Edward for advice on how to ask you to be my girlfriend." Your heart betrays you some more and heat spreads across your whole body as your smile grows even bigger. "I'll take that as a yes?" Not knowing what to say, you just jump into his arms and let his warm body make yours even hotter as he picks you up and spins you in a circle. "Edward knew you'd do that." 

"He did? How?" You ask. Jacob sets you down and says nothing, but links his hand in yours as he leads you up the hill and into the trees where you see a small picnic basket and blanket laid out. "...Alice?" 

"Alice." He answers with a chuckle. As you sit on the blanket, you see Jacob reach in and grab your favorite sparkling lemonade and a tinfoil wrapped grilled cheese. "Did your dad make these??" You gasp, eagerly grabbing and quickly unwrapping it to take a bite, letting the warm Brie and American cheese speak for itself as it melts in your mouth. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head a little and Jacob laughs again. "He made them before we left the house. Alice told him to." 

"Of course." You laugh. The two of you enjoy his dad's sandwiches and when you shiver a little from the cold breeze from the water, he moves a little closer so you can lean into him from warmth as you enjoy the view of the setting sun. 

For just a couple of minutes, you're completely happy. 

Until... 

The next thing you know, you're being pulled by your hair roughly by a large looming creature and quickly glance above you to see dark silver fur that you recognize as Paul's wolf. "Paul!" You screech, grabbing at your ponytail to alleviate the load of your body weight being dragged underneath it. He sees this as an opportunity to grab the next closest thing to grab onto which unfortunately just so happens to be your shoulder. His loud growl as he shakes you around like how a dog does a rope during tug of war and the sound of it drowns out your own screams. 

After a couple of seconds, you hear another even louder growl erupt and get tossed violently through the air and you collide with a nearby tree with your back. Dark spots start to linger in the corner of your eyes, and a hot burning, ripping sensation is emanting from the shoulder Paul just chomped down on. Clenching your teeth, you use your good arm to sit up a little, ignoring the tree bark scratching your back roughly and press down as hard as you can bare with your right hand on your left shoulder. 

To no surprise, it makes a squelcing noise on contact which tells you he get you deep and you're losing a lot of blood... too much blood. With a yelp and a whimper, you hear paws make contact with the earth as they thunder away and look up to see familar russet brown fur in the parts of your vision that aren't blurred or black which are quickly becoming fewer and fewer. With a whimper, Jacob's wolf runs over to you and whimpers as he nudges you with his snout. 

"...It's bad, isn't it?" You say in a barely audible whisper, slumping over a little. Before gravity pulls you down to the ground completely, you feet Jacob's head catch you by your bad shoulder which makes you hiss in pain. He whimpers which you interpret as an apology before you say "It's okay." Gasping with concealed pain, you say. "C-Can you hel-help me sstanddd up?" He's just about to before he turns and growls quietly. The crunching of leaves tells you someone is coming and you see Sam approaching quickly with Quil and Jared on his flanks in human form. Before they reach you, a speck comes flashing toward you and stops by your side. "E-Edward..." You say, and watch as he dark brown eyes tighten along with his jaw at the sight of your blood. "You-you've got to get out of here... the blood." 

"Let's get you up." He says, his voice with concealed concern as he lifts you gently and Jacob whimpers again. "I'm going back to your dad's. Carlisle's already there." Your head lolls to the side and you see Sam nod once before the world around you becomes a blur. 

You haven't felt the rush of a vampire's speed yet, and only wish you were more alert to watch as the trees around you became nothing more than a flurry of different colors. Your vision becomes even darker as you hear the crash of the screen door being kicked upon. 

"Get her on the table, quickly." Carlisle's warm but assertive voice says. "Bella, I need you." 

"B-B...?" You're able to say. 

"I-I'm here, Y/N." Bella chokes out, trying to hide her alarm. "Carlisle, she's losing a lot of blood!" 

"I know. I'd have been here sooner, but you know how Alice's visions are disjointed with the shifters. Y/N, I need to cut your shirt now so I can examine the wound." 

"O-okayy..." You say, your eyelids start to flutter closed. 

"Carlisle, we're losing her." Edward says, his voice shaking slightly as his cold hand holds onto your warm one. You look over at Bella who has silent tears falling down her face as she shakes a little in fear and restrained sobs. "You can't be serious..." Edward mutters sharply, looking at Carlisle abruptly. 

"It's the only way to save Y/N, now." Carlisle removes one of his bloodied hands to lower himself to your eye level. "Y/N, our only option is to turn you." 

"W-wha...?" You gasp, fighting against the dark spots in your vision and looking at Edward whose jaw is completely tensed up. 

"Jake..." You think. 

"He's outside." Edward answers your thoughts. "They're trying to catch Paul." Your racing heart and breathing both start to slow and it's becoming progressively harder to keep your eyes open. 

Not wanting to lose any more energy trying to speak, you look at Carlisle as a tear falls down your cheek. "Do it." You think, knowing Edward will tell him what your thoughts are since he cannot hear them. The last thing you see before the black spots overwhelm your vision is Carlisle's mouth edging toward your arm before your breathing stops entirely. 

One month later....

"Can I see her?" Jacob asks, desparately, trying to peer past the front door that Emmett and Carlisle are both standing in front of. 

"I don't know about this, Carlisle." Emmett crosses his arms and looks Jacob up and down. "It could still be too early to tell." 

"It's been long enough." Carlisle says. "Why don't we let Y/N decide if she wants to see her mate?" Your hear him ask from upstairs as you sit on the couch with Alice and Rosalie by your side. You look at both of them in slight alarm, hearing Jacob's heartbeat race a little in anticipation. 

"You're ready." Alice says, placing a hand that once used to feel cold to you on your wrist. 

"Only if you think you are." Rosalie adds, looking at her adopted sister judgementally. "She's still a newborn, after all." 

"I..." You start to say, still thrown off by the sound of your own melodic voice every time you speak. Standing up, you walk over to the mirror to see the light reflecting off of it to make your skin shimmer slightly in the sun's rays. Looking into your eyes, you look deeply at the ruby read around your pupils for a couple of seconds before turning away. "I think I am." 

"Perfect!" Alice chimes happily, clapping her hands together a couple of times. "I'll go tell Carlisle and Emmett." 

Rosalie raises an eyebrow at you and crosses her own arms similar in a way to how you've seen Emmett do many times before to protect you from others. Recently, his protective posture has been more to protect others from you. You say nothing, but nod all the same. Glancing over your shoulder, you look into Edward's room to see him and Bella standing at the window staring down at Jake. Bella, still slightly afraid of you gives you a reassuring nod and Edward who's standing protectively in front of her softens his gaze on you a little. Your transition has been hard on them both, but you know that if you can get through this with Jake, things will start to get better for the four of your guy's friendship. 

"Well, here goes nothing." Making your way to the stairwell, you do your best to make sure you go at what is considered normal speed for a human which you find much more difficult to do. One thing that helps is staring at the specs of dust floating in the air that you never used to be able to see, as you try to match the speed at which they're gliding through the air around your moving figure. 

When you turn to walk down the final steps, you see him... every small detail about him... and you're quickly reminded of how you used to feel when you looked at him. The memories start flooding back in an instant and you find that you rush toward him at the same speed. Carlisle and Emmett quickly move out the way just in the nick of time as you knock Jacob down the steps of the porch onto the rich, green earth. You feel a slight crack and quickly stand up in alarm. 

"Ow, yep that was a rib." Jacob groans in pain. 

"I-" You start to say, looking over your shoulder in alarm to see Emmett's taking a step towards you both. Carlisle places a fatherly hand on his shoulder to stop him and leads them both inside. 

"It's okay, it'll heal." Jake says, slowly standing up and clutching his side with his right arm. You take another step and watch every muscle in his shoulder tense up. You take a step back and watch them relax again in the next second. Facinated by how you never noticed the intricate details of his musculature before, you stare at every part of him before returning your gaze to his face. 

To your surprise, his large goofy and toothy grin is plastered all over it. "Hey, Y/N." Without wanting to waste another second of your time, you pull him roughly into you and collide your hard lips against his soft scorching hot ones. The difference in body height is definitely more noticeable now, but you try to ignore that as you figure out how to be gentle. He seems to reciprocate it enough and tries to match your intensity. Remembering he needs to stop to breathe, you pull away quickly, hoping you didn't hurt him again. 

"Hey." You say, letting your mouth open into a small smile to reveal your glistening white teeth. 

"Wow." He says, taking the time to look over you. "Just when I didn't think you could get any more beautiful." If you could blush, you would. Instead, that feeling and the feeling to look away in embarassment are both gone. Instead, you pull him in for another kiss and try to enjoy this moment of the beginning of your new happily ever after as the Vampire and the Wolf. 

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Imagine: Slow Dancing with Klaus Mikaelson

Requested by: @waywardimagines on Instagram

"Maybe I shall meet him Sunday..." Ella Fitzergerald's song plays in the background, but you hardly pay attention to them. Instead, all of your attention is drawn on Caroline, who's dancing with the one person in the world you know you're supposed to hate because of all of the hurt he's caused those closest to you: Klaus. For some reason, you've always felt almost drawn to him. Maybe it's for the same goodness deep down that you think your friend Elena might have seen at some point. Then again, she has always tried to see the good in everyone... even you, when you rose from the tomb with a blood lust at the Founder's Day Festival a whle back. She was able to convince you with the help of her friends to get you to turn your emotions back on.

Now more than ever though, you wish that you'd never made the vow to yourself to turn them off again. Love and heartbreak are two of the main reasons that you did it before you entered the tomb in the first place, because the people you trusted most were the ones who put you in there to begin with. However, these new feelings for someone who looks just as broken with a family just as broken as yours was aren't completely undesirable. Love is not something you ever thought you would find again, yet here you are.

Watching the vampire that has brought so much pain to so many causing a different kind of pain for you right now. This kind of pain is emotional, and you can't simply heal from it with a bag of O negative blood. You could listen in on their conversation with your heightened sense of hearing, but you know not much good can come of that. Klaus loves who he loves, and in your mind, who are you to stand in the way of that? With a pained expression on your face, you look away and around at the various couples joined in on the slow dance on the floor and lock eyes with Tyler, who you figure must be feeling the same way.

Fortunately for him, he's smart and close enough to Caroline to know that she will never feel for Klaus the way that she does for him. Unfortunately for you, Klaus has never given you that privilege.

"And so, all else above..." You look away from Tyler and back over to Klaus and Caroline, who you're suprised to see is staring at you. In that same moment, she pulls away from Klaus and you see her give you a small smile and sympathetic look. To hide your disdain of the situation, you turn around and are just about to leave when you feel a strong hand grab yours. It gently pulls you around to spin 180 degrees until you come face to face with Klaus who's actually smiling without a mischievous undertone for you what might think is the first time you've ever seen.

"Hello, love." He says. "May I have this dance?" Without waiting for your reply, he grabs you by the waist and leads you back onto the middle of the dance floor in almost a waltz before slowing back down to the speed of the song.

"...what are you doing?" You ask, looking at your right hand in his left and shaking your head slightly.

"I'm dancing with you." He retorts, letting his usual sarcastic charm take over.

"Yes, but why? You clearly looked like you were enjoying yourself with Caroline." You mutter, still looking at your hand in Klaus'.

Rather gently for Klaus' standards, he lets go of your waist with his right hand to put a finger on your chin to make you look at him. "I wasn't. Just exchanging pleasantries, love.."

"Stop calling me that." You blush and look away again, still swaying with him to the music.

"From which I'll never roam..." The lyrics continue.

"Now why should I do that?" He says. You don't say anything, and he puts your hand back on your waist. "Ah." He chuckles as he puts the pieces together. "I simply just wished to say goodbye, is all."

"Goodbye?" You finally speak up.

"Yes, I'm leaving town tomorrow." You look at him again, and he chuckles again softly. "I wanted to wish her the best of luck with her small town boy and small town life... and tell her that as much as I wished I could take her with me, that invitation is not hers to receive." You frown in confusion and pulls you a little closer so you're forced to rest your face on his chest as the next slow song starts up. "I told her there was someone else I'd much rather show what the world has to offer."

"...oh? Who?"

"Must I say it?" He chides quietly. "Of course, it's you." You gasp and you feel his chest shake a little with silent laughter. "You really didn't know? Seems like your beauty might outmatch your wits, it seems."

"Hey, now!" You protest which only makes him laugh outloud as you sway slowly.

"I do mean it though, Y/N... I want you and I to see the world together. When you're ready." He pulls away so you can look into each other's eyes so you can understand just how serious he is. Opening your mouth to speak, you find that words are failing you. Just as slowly as your swaying, he pulls you back into him and you close your eyes in contentment. "You don't need to answer right away. For now... we can just dance."

So you do.

[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

The Vampire Diaries Imagine

Imagine: Being Damon and Stefan's younger sister and having an unexpected family reunion (PART 1) 

"Emily, what is this for?" You ask Katherine's friend who hands you a blue lapis lazuli necklace. 

"For protection." Emily says cryptically, walking around to the back of you while you lift up your hair to accept the beautiful necklace. 

"..from what?" You ask hesitantly. 

"There are many dangers out there, little Salfatore. I fear that your time in the light may be coming to an end sooner than you think." She says. 

"I... I don't understand. Has this something to do with father's plans?" You turn around after she helps you put your hair back downw. 

"So you're aware?" Emily raises an eyebrow. 

"I'm aware of the fact that he believes Katherine to be a vampire, yes." You laugh in disbelief, remembering the quiet conversations he has had with Johnathan Gilbert in his study late at night. "All I know is that she has a mysterious hold on my older brothers. Which may make her a temptress, yes. Vampire? Completely absurd." 

"Guess we shall have to wait and see where the absurdity lies." Emily gives you a small smile which you only return half-heartedly, letting your face fall into a frown the second she walks away. 

"Vampires can't possibly be real, could they?" You think to yourself, looking at your new necklace in the mirror and touching your right hand to it delicately. Wanting it closer to you for its own protection against your father who loathes anything out of the ordinary such as Katherine, Emily, or even your necklace, your decide to tuck it underneath the corset of your dress. As you start to leave your room to try to look for your brothers, you hear a commotion coming from Stefan's room. As you rush over, you hear Damon and Stefan protesting and struggling against a few of the townspeople who are carrying off an unconscious Katherine. 

"Father, no!" Stefan yells, and you see him charge out of his bedroom door along with Damon only to be held back by some men. 

"Father, what are you doing?!" You exclaim, trying to follow after him. He quickly pulls you into his study and you get one last glance over at your brothers who both look horrified at Katherine's kidnapping. "Are you going to kill her??" You ask as he shuts the door. 

"I think you already know the answer to that question." Your father Giuseppe replies. 

"Just because you think she's a vampire?!" You yell, and watch your father's eyes widen. "I've been listening in on your little plans, father! Do you realize how absurd this all sounds?" 

"I've been protecting you from all of this." He takes a step closer to you, and you quickly try to open the door. He roughly grabs your wrist and forces you to spin around to look at him. "I don't want you to follow down the same path as your brothers. Katherine has darkened their hearts, and I am trying to avoid the same thing from happening to you! Don't you understand that?" 

You look down at the ground and scoff. Not once have you ever felt like your father has done anything other than make you feel like you weren't good enough. He forced you to be just as perfect as he always thought your mother was, but the truth is that you hardly even knew her. When you were only 5, your father sent her away to die of consumption in a ward with other sick patients, and that was the last that you ever heard of her from your father. From Damon's attitude about her, you've been given to understand that she was not perfect by any means, but not in your father's eyes. 

Feeling anger and resentment about this matter, you know what you must say if you wish to be let go to try and join your brothers in the scheme you know they must be concocting to try to set Katherine free. Without looking at him, you say "All I understand, Father... is that you're preventing Stefan and Damon from being with their Lillian. Temptress or not, they're in love with her. No one can ever be Mother, and most certainly not me. Yes, their love has made them reckless... even idiotic at times, but if you ever truly loved Mother... you'd at least try to at least understand that." Your father may not have given you much love growing up, but he did ensure you had the best education and books money could buy. You're very well-spoken for a 12-year-old, and you hope that some of your educated words have worked their way into your father's stone cold heart. 

It's only when you feel his strong grip on your wrist relax that you decide to look up, but any glimmer of hope you had that your speech worked is lost when you see that instead of regret, anger appears to be set on his face. 

"You're not to leave this room until I get back." He says, walking swiftly towards the door. This time, it's your turn to grab his wrist to stop him from leaving but he quickly dodges your lunge at him and strikes your face with the back of his hand. With a gasp, you stumble backwards, clutching at your cheek where his ring cut deep into it. "I will not lose you too because of this." He says, and slams the door hard behind him without another word. 

"Father!" You exclaim, running to the door and trying to open it with your free hand as blood seeps through the fingers of the one covering your cheek. To no surprise, you find that the door has been locked in some way to keep you from leaving. All you can do in the meantime, is sit and wait to find out the fate of your brothers and the woman- or as your father wants to believe- vampire that means the world to them right now. 

As much as you think your father is crazy for thinking that Katherine is a vampire, you would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't think she made a significant impact in your brothers' lives very quickly. you would also be lying to yourself if you said you wouldn't do the same thing if you were in her position. To have no just one, but two young and attractive men vying for your hand would be deisirable. Yet, why have they fallen in love with her so quickly? She is beautiful, which you cannot deny. However, so are many other women of her age that have you have grown up with. 

With a heavy sigh, you walk over to your father's desk and begin to rummage for anything that can help stop your cheek from bleeding so heavily. After some investigating, you come across a large drawer that's locked with you're able to unlock easier with the use of one of the many pins in your hair and find a large handkerchief with the initials L.S on the corner. 

"Sorry, Mother." You say, picking it up and dabbing at the wound gingerly. Right before you close the drawer, you notice a large binder full of your father's nears illegible scrawls on several pieces of paper and let your curiousity get the better of you. "Maybe I'll get to the bottom of his madness." You mutter, knowing if you're powerless physically to be able to escape, you might be able to continue to use the power of your brain to help your brothers by finding your father's weak spot. 

So... you read. 

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After about 45 minutes of reading the radical views of your father, you're just about to close the book when you hear the lock turn and quickly shove the papers back into the drawer and stuff your mother's handkerchief in your dress, where it rests next to the necklack Emily gave you earlier. With the same stone cold look on his face as when he left, he barely acknowledges you and turns his attention to putting away his rifle back in the case. 

"Father, do you have your rifle?!" You ask in alarm. He says nothing, and you take a step closer, knowing this time not to touch him mostly due to fear that he'll hit you again. 

"That's none of your concern, Y/N." He answers, hands slightly trembling just like his voice. 

"Where's Stefan and Damon?" You ask. Again, he says nothing. Deciding to press your luck a little, you walk around so he has to look at you. To your surprise, you see some small tears welling up in his eyes. When he catches you noticing however, they quickly disappear. He turns away from you, and you ask again. "Father, where are my brothers?" 

"...they're gone." He says, in an almost inaudible whisper. 

"Gone...? Gone where?" You ask slowly. He doesn't answer, but watch as he gives a quick glance over his shoulder. "No..." You gasp, letting your own tears start to blind your vision. "What did you do?!" Letting all of the emotions from the way he's mistreated you come out in this moment, you lunge at him, deciding to try to strike him the way he did you early. Instead, you trip on your dress and fall into his chest. "Father, what did you do?!!" You shriek, feeling one arm wrap around your back. Burying your face into his chest, you let out a few muffled screams and a sob. He's taken away the only people left in your life that you ever felt loved you. As much as Katherine took them away from you, you know you'd always have a special place in their hearts that she could never replace. Not wanting to cry any longer, you let the feeling of rage wash over you again, and raised a hand to strike him in the chest. 

Once again, he sees this coming and stops your arm mid-blow. "I did what had to be done!" He yells. "I'd already lost them. They were no sons of mine... not anymore." 

"And you..." Your voice trembles, and you feel the blood from your cheek start to trickle into your mouth. "Are no father of mine!" In a split second decision, you spit a mixture of saliva and blood into his face and use your free hand to claw at his own cheek as deeply as possible. 

"AGH!" He yells. In another split second, his rage taking over his actions, he grabs you by your pinned up hair and slams your head against his desk and you feel as well as hear a sickening crack. Everything becomes a blur and you feel your body go limp. 

Struggling to remain conscious, you swear for a second you hear Stefan call out your name. Before you can decide if it was just a figment of your imagination, everything goes black. And then, a faint voice that sounds very far away catches your attention. "Y/N...!" 

"...St...Stefan...?" You croak out. Feeling very weak, you manage to fight off the darkness enough to open your eyes slowly, only to see his face covered in blood and red veins both in as well as around his eyes. "...your... your face..." You gasp, feeling your eyelids start to droop again. 

"No, no, no...!" Stefan cries out, shaking you a little as he holds his hand to your head. Opening your eyes again, you see his anguished face as he thinks about how he can save you. Your head feels wet where he's touching it, which you both seem to realize at the same time. "Oh my god." He mutters, and you watch him growl and clench his teeth as his head starts to shake from restraint. 

"Stefan.... what's... happening to you...?" You gasp out weakly. He doesn't say anything, just looks at his hand that's wet with your blood that's trembling as violently as the rest of his body. 

"Y/N..." He chokes out. "I'm so sorry...!" Slowly, he sets your head onto the ground. 

"...Stefan...?" You say, finding it harder to keep your eyes open now. 

"I-" He stands up slowly, and backs away his body still trembling with both sobs and restraint against whatever is making his face look how it does. "I'm sorry, Y/N!" With that, you watch as he runs out of your father's office which is the last thing you see before your eyes close and your breathing stops. 

And then... your eyes open. 

To be continued... 

[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Marvel One-Shot

How Tony, Steve, and Bruce welcome you into the Avengers. Tony: "What the hell? Who invited this kid?" He looks you up and down in your spandex blue and gold outfit.

"I'm not a kid, I-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, kid." Tony rolls his eyes and blasts an alien in the face that was leaping towards him. "Fight now, talk later." He blasts another alien and hovers off of the ground, about to take off when he looks down at you and says "You can fight, can't you?"

You answer his question by slamming your fists into the ground to summon a sinkhole that a swarm of aliens that were crawling your way immediately fall into. As you stand back up, it closes on its own, beheading the last alien to fall through.

Tony stares at where the hole was for a couple of seconds before saying "Well okay then. I'll have Parker remind me to knight you as an Avenger after this is over. Congrats, kid." Without saying another word he flies away, leaving you smiling in his wake.

Steve: You watch in horror as a metal robot comes crawling towards you, but before you work up the courage to fight back, a metal shield painted red, white, and blue comes flying at it and chops it in half. "You've got to clear out of here!" The man you quickly recognize as Captain America yells, ripping his shield out of the robot's remains. You nod and start to get up and run away, but something in you stops you dead in your tracks.

That same part of you is tired of running. You did it after you were experimented on with your childhood best friends, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. You're not even sure how it happened, just that you wanted with every fiber of your being to escape, and the next thing you knew, you were in the middle of the woods outside Strucker's facility.

Now, you're mostly in control about when and where you teleport to, but this time you don't want to teleport away. Clearing your throat, you yell out to stop Cap from running away from you by saying "I want to help!"

He turns around and looks you up and down. "Can you fight?"

"No." You look down at your feet. "Not really... but I can do this." Closing your eyes, you will yourself to teleport 2 feet to the left. When you open them, you see him nod respectfully.

"Get as many people to safety as you can and then get yourself off this deathtrap." He looks around. "If you stick around and I make it through this, we'll see about teaching you how to fight." You're the one to nod respectfully this time, and you let him go after another robot while you're left to search through the ruins for survivors. For the first time in your life, you're not running from danger and you think to yourself how you really hope Cap lives through this, so he can follow through with his promise.

Bruce: A large green beast comes barreling down the decimated New York street that you once knew as Fifth Avenue, and you watch him from behind a dumpster in an alleyway. Suddenly, you hear blood curdling screams and peek around the corner to see the beast about to smash a car full of a family that's trapped inside. Realizing that this isn't the time to pretend to be normal, you step out from behind the dumpster and yell out "HEY!"

The beast's attention is drawn to you and you will yourself to transform into an identical version of it. You're not only able to look like the monster, but you feel its inner rage as well. Part of you wants to start smashing everything around you just like it's doing, but the other part that you've learned to hold onto every time you transform reminds you that you're doing this to get him under control.

With a loud roar, you draw him away from the family's car and see the father bust a window open for them to scramble out of and run to a nearby Starbucks dozens of people are cowering in for safety. He gets a couple of good punches in and knocks you on your back.

"Banner!" You hear a flying red speck yell as it flies overhead. "Uh, why are there two of you?" Iron Man says. "Forget it, we need all the help we could get over here. Stop terrorizing innocent people and get your ass in this fight."

The green beast you now know is called Banner, at least when he doesn't look like this, stares at you and lets out a low growl. After a couple of seconds of staring at each other, he stands out of his defensive stance and growls out the word "...Smash?". When you smile and nod, he nods back and the two of you begin your epic battle together with the rest of the team you guess you're now a part of.

[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Imagine: Sam and Dean being too late to save you and their reaction.

You fought the werewolf off as long as you could, and you knew as soon as you started fighting him that you were outmatched. It was only when he broke your leg that you knew that you weren’t making it out of there alive. You wanted the last voices you ever heard to be those of the men whom you looked to like brothers despite not sharing a drop of blood in common. “Y/N?!” Sam called out over the phone as you cried out in fear, cowering in the bathroom of your motel room with the werewolf banging loudly on the door.

“Sammy!” You yell. “Is Dean there?”

“I’m here, Y/N. Now where the hell are YOU??” Dean yells.

“I’m sorry..!” You yell. “I’m so sorry! I thought I could take him, but he’s too strong! M-my leg…” you hiss in pain as you look at the disfigured leg that’s bent sideways with your heel almost touching your elbow. “I just called to say I love you both.”

“WHERE ARE YOU??” Dean roars through the speaker phone.

“Here! I put a tracer on Y/N’s phone!” Sam yells in the background.

“Y/N, just… hang on! We’re on our way.” Dean says frantically.

“I love you-“

Click.

In their frenzy, they must have accidentally hung up on you. A tear trickles down your face. “Better they don’t hear what’s about to happen next, anyways.” You say, forcing yourself to sit up a bit, clenching your small knife in your bloodied up fist. The wood on the doorframe splinters and the door flies open. Clenching the knife tighter with tears blinding your vision, you close your eyes and accept your fate. As his nails claw into your abdomen you imagine yourself with Sam and Dean, and make sure they're the last people you think about as you take your final breath.

Clip taken from Charlie's death scene in 10.21 which has to be one of the most tragic deaths on the show imo!! Lmk in the comments what you thought, and feel free to leave requests below! Doesn’t have to be spn related.

[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Twilight Imagine

Imagine: Being Jacob Black's younger sister and having to adjust to changes in your life.

Knock, knock...

"Jake?" You rap lightly on his door. As usual, he doesn't answer so you slowly open up the door. His room is unkept which isn't unusual for him, but the smell of damp clothes that almost smell dog-like is what catches you off guard. "Jake, you've got to get up." 

No response. 

You sigh, and walk over to sit on the edge of his bed. When you reach out to touch his leg, he pulls it away and rolls over to cover his pillow over his head. "Jake, I know you don't want to hear this." Pulling your hand away, you walk over to the side of the bed and lift his pillow up slightly. With an exasperated sigh, he rips it out of your hand and rolls over on his other side. "Dad's worried about you. And frankly, so am I... I- I miss my big brother." You look down at the ground. "Quil and Embry never talk to me anymore, because they're always out with Sam doing who knows what." As you close your eyes, you think about hanging out with your brother and his friends. When Bella's face flashes into your head, you grit your teeth and stand up. "I hate that she's done this to you!" You yell, pushing his shoulder a little harder than you intended. You're not sure where that anger came from, and your body starts to shake slightly with anger. 

Along with the tremors, your body starts to feel like it's quickly generating heat and the room starts to spin slightly. "Whoa." You mutter, grabbing Jacob's nightstand for stability. 

"Y/N...?" You hear him as quietly as he lifts the pillow slightly to look over at you. 

"Yeah, I'm... I'm okay." You say, taking in a deep breath and closing your eyes. When you open them again, the room returns to normal and you feel the shaking subside. The heat, however, seems to only be getting progressively worse. "I think I've got a fever, or something." When you look back at him, you see that this seems to have caught his interest as he hasn't stopped staring at you. "It's nothing. I'm more worried about you than me." Walking over to his closet, you grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and toss it at his feet. "Get dressed, Dad's made breakfast. You need to eat." Again, you think about how Bella's turned your brother into a useless lump and the anger causes the heat and tremors to increase. Holding your head and stumbling to the door, you add "I'll meet you in the kitchen in a second. I- I need some air." 

"Y/N...!" You hear Jake as you slam his door shut, hearing the wood on the door frame splinter a lttle from the force of the impact. 

"What's happening to me...?" You mutter under your breath, stumbling past your dad and out the front door. 

"Y/N, wait!" Your dad says, wheeling around to watch you open the screen and trip down the front porch steps. 

"I- I just need some air!" You yell, the tremors only getting worse. Not knowing which way you're going, you take a deep breath and focus hard enough to feel the spinning subside long enough to be able to break out into a sprint. Startled by how fast you seem to be moving, you only use that fear to make your body go faster. You reach the tree line of the forest and don't stop until you reach the river. 

"Sam, she's over here!" You hear a faint voice that's far enough away you know you shouldn't have been able to hear it say. 

"...Paul?" You ask, wheeling around quickly which only makes the spinning sensation return. Stumbling down, aching to make this burning heat sensation subside, you reach the water and trip over a rock as you fall onto your stomach into the water. It's icy cold to the touch and only seems to bring you temporary relief. Steam seems to be rising all around you, and you left up your right arm to see that it seems to be one of the sources of it. "What...?" You say, hopping back up and running until you cross the river. 

"Y/N, no!" You hear Paul's voice say again, this time much more clearly than before which tells you he must be getting closer. Not knowing which direction you're heading in, you struggle to push yourself to continue to walk forward. It's only when your wet shoes hit the damp earth that you know you must be on the other side of the river, which your dad has told you is technically off of the reservation which you should never do alone. 

"Well, what have we hear?" A man with a french accent says. Gripping a nearby tree, you're able to get your bearings long enough to look up and see his red eyes. His pale but olive skin almost looks as though it's shimmering under the small ray of light that's starting to peak out from behind the clouds above you. "You look like you're a bit far from home, don't you?" He takes a step closer and the trembling and heat wave only seem to be getting worse. 

Ever fiber of your being is telling you to run, so you do so. Shoving past him, you hear his cold laugh as you see the world around you start to blur together. Whether it's because everything's still spinning or you're running faster than you ever have before, you're not sure. You don't make it very far before you hear a snarl and feel cold hands shove you to the ground. With a quick motion, those hands flip you onto your back and you come face to face with his ruby red eyes. 

"Get off!" You yell, feeling a snarl erupt from your own lips you've never heard. 

"Y/N, where are you?!" You hear Jacob's faint voice call out. 

"JAKE!" You yell as loud as you can, the trembling in your body only getting continually worse. 

"Guess we don't have much longer together." The man looks over his shoulder. "I can smell them... they're getting close. Wait, colder... warmer... warmer... hot. Kind of like you, trembling young wolf." 

"...wolf?" 

"Oh... you have no idea, do you?" He smirks. "And you never will." His dreadlocks fall into your face as he inches his towards your own in a swift motion. A ripping sensation in your neck makes you scream in a way you never have before, that almost sounds inhuman... Letting the shaking take over, you shove the man off and send him flying into a tree. With another defiant scream, you feel your body succumb to the shaking and hear another ripping sensation as your clothes begin to tear away, 

"...what...?!!" You think, taking a step but falling onto all fours instead. What surprises you the most, is the fact that the ground is much further away than it should be, and that there are auburn and brown large paws where your hand should be. 

"Nighty night, sweetheart." The man winks, and runs off. 

"Jake..." You hear to yourself, feeling a new warm sensation unlike what you were feeling before. This one... hurts. It's as though someone has injected you with acid and your body's melting from the inside out. 

"Y/N!" You hear Quil, Sam, Paul, and Jacob all call out, and can see the splashing over water just beyond the treeline. 

"Just got to make it to... the... river..." You think, heart pounding out of adrenaline from the sensation. You will yourself to move your hand- paw to take a step, and see the boys' heads in the treeline. Opening your mouth to speak, you instead let out an inhuman whimper before trying to take another step. Your right paw buckles beneath you and the ground suddenly becomes a lot closer before your vision starts to darken. 

"Y/N, hang on!" Jake says, panting breathlessly. "Sam, is she phasing? What's happening?!" He asks helplessly. 

Sam, an man just a couple of years older than Jacob who you only know took Jake, Quil, and Embry away from you to join his group to do things you've never been told about kneels by your side to examine you. The burning sensation has started to reach your lungs, and you're finding it harder to take a deep breath. On your next breath, you let out another whimper of fear, no longer being afraid of why your skin has been replaced by fur but rather of the pain and poison spreading throughout your body. 

"No, this is different." Sam says, lifting your large auburn and brown head slightly. When he pulls his hand away, you see blood and everyone's eyes widen. "She's been bitten." 

"No..." Jacob says, and Embry puts a hand on his shoulder as Jacob puts a hand where your now oversized one is. 

"Paul, you and Jared find the vampire who did this." Sam orders, and you're able to lift your head just enough to watch their looks of concern fade away as they nod in obedience and break off into a sprint, their own bodies shaking and steaming just like yours did as they do so. 

"Y/N, just hang on..." Jake says, choking back a sob. "We can fix this... I'm going to call someone... Edward's dad, or something. I think he's a doctor." 

"No, Jacob." Sam commands. 

"What choice do I have, Sam?? She's my little sister! You can't just expect me to sit here and watch her die!" Jacob yells. 

Sam puts a hand on his shoulder, looking between you and your brother. "Am... am I dying?" You think. 

"Not if I can help it." Jake mutters, pulling out his phone. 

"Whoa..." You think, taking in another sharp ragged breath. You look at Sam who gives you a nod to give you the answer to your unspoken question about whether they can hear what you're thinking or not. 

The pain causes your body to seize up for a second, and the world slowly begins to fade away into nothingness. The last thing you see before your eyes close is your own human russet hand holding Jacob's. 

To be continued... 

[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Supernatural Imagine

Imagine: Discovering you're more equipped for handling the things that go bump in the night than you thought.

"So I was thinking of going out to Tipsy Duckling again tonight" Your friend Penelope says over the phone as you change the channel on your TV.

"Again? Isn't that like the third time this week? Should I be concerned? Do you need an intervention?" You tease.

"Please, the only reason I go so much is because the bartender is hot and knows how to make a good martini." She scoffs.

"You don't even like martinis..."

"No, but I do like attractive men." Penelope replies, and you both laugh. "Will you please come out with me tonight? He might have a hot friend!"

Changing channels again with a sigh you say, "I don't know-"

"PLEASE?" Penny interrupts.

Rolling your eyes, you turn the TV off and sit up from your slouched position on the couch as you say "Fine. Meet you there in 20."

"YAY!" You hear her yell before you hang up.

"Why am I even friends with you?" You laugh to yourself as you set the remote and your phone down before heading over to your closet to look at your options. You've always been more comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt, but know that if you're going out you should at least make some effort to look nice. Turning around to look at your pants, you settle on a pair of skinny jeans with rips and holes on the legs before grabbing a tank top and blue flannel along with some white Converse. Laying them out on the couch, you shrug and say. "Good enough."

After putting on some mascara and eyeliner, you feel like you've put in just enough effort to look presentable and grab your car keys before heading out. As you turn around to lock your front door, you bump shoulders with a man in an army green jacket that matches his eyes that you catch as he mutters "Sorry" before continuing down the hall. Once he passes by, you see him push a black handle deeper into his jacket pocket which you immediately recognize as a gun.

Heart pounding, you fumble with your keys to unlock your door when the key snaps.

"Crap!" You quietly exclaim, looking down the hallway the man walked down. Knowing you're out of options, you decide to make a break for it as you round the corner and bump into another man you've never seen before.

"Whoa, there!" He says, roughly pushing you off of him.

"H-He's got..." You say breathlessly, heart still pounding with wide eyes. "He's got a gun!"

Instead of matching your level of fear, the mysterious stranger's blue eyes seem to darken a little and you swear they turn almost black for a second. However, you blow it off as your active imagination and stammer out again "D-Didn't you hear me? He's got a gun!"

"Come with me." He grabs your wrist roughly and pulls you towards the stairwell. Right before he opens the door, another taller man with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes bursts through. Your scream of alarm is quickly cut off by the stranger you thought was helping you grabbing you by the neck with one hand, the other covering your mouth.

"Dean!" The tall man who just came from the stairs yells at he raises his own gun to point at the stranger. When you look up at him in alarm, you see that his stone cold face has twisted its way into a malicious smile.

"Let me go, or I'll snap her neck." He says coldly, letting his grin spread wider before he blinks and lets his eyes turn completely black. Through his hand you let out a muffled scream of alarm. The other man you bumped a minute ago comes racing around the corner, and you're pulled even tighter against the black-eyed stranger as he turns you to face the green-eyed one who's holding up his own gun. "Put down your guns!" The man yells.

The two gun-wielding strangers look at each other, neither looking as though they intend to follow the man- or thing that's holding you hostage's commands. Heart still pounding and eyes still wide, you scream again, this time in frustration. Knowing these strangers would rather let you die so they can kill whatever it is that's holding you, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Raising your right leg, you kick backwards with your foot as hard as you can until your heel connects with the stranger's knee. With an anguished yell that drowns out the crack of his leg breaking, he loosens his grip enough for you to be able to headbutt him with the side of your own head. Stars immediately blur your vision and a ringing in your right ear muffles his continued yelling.

"You BITCH!" You're able to hear him exclaim.

"Move!" The green-eyed man yells and you use your left leg to kick the black-eyed stranger in the groin before diving out of the way. Your left shoulder hits the wall hard enough to force your eyes closed just as you hear the boom of a gunshot, and you open them in time to see the man's mouth fall open with bright light emitting from it before he succumbs to the gunshot wound to his head and falls to the ground, dead.

The brown-haired man immediately drops his own gun to run over to your side. Grabbing you by your left arm which immediately burns with an aching pain, you groan slightly as he helps you sit up.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, looking into your eyes with a look of concern.

"Mmmm, nope." You cringe. "I think I dislocated my shoulder."

Picking up the gun that the brown-eyed stranger dropped, the green-eyed one walks over to you and kneels by your side. "I can help with that, but you're not going to like it." With clenched teeth and a furrowed brow, you look at his outstretched hand and nod in approval. Slowly, he grabs your left wrist with his right hand and places his left on your left collarbone right next to your shoulder. The other man draws a quick breath through his teeth and offers out his own hand to hold onto which you take graciously. Looking up at the ceiling, you hear the shorter man say "On three. One-" He pulls quickly and you feel a sharp but fleeting pain followed by immediate relief as you squeeze the other stranger's hand and groan under your breath.

"Think you missed a couple of numbers, there." You sigh, letting go of man's hand. Trying to push yourself up, you accept help from both of them and say "Thanks." Your eyes immediately go to the empty dead eyes of the crumpled stranger laying a couple of feet away. "W-what the hell just happened?" You look between both of the strangers who exclaim another look.

"You wanna take this or should I?" The man who just relocated your shoulder chuckles slightly.

"Maybe we both should." The other man chuckles.

"Huh?" You say, turning your head a couple of times to look at both of them.

"He was a demon." The green-dressed man says.

"We hunt things like him." The other man says, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes.

"Hunt...? Demons...?" You ask in bewilderment.

"I know, this can be a lot." The brown-eyed man says, nodding a couple of times in understanding.

"That's the understatement of the century." You scoff, rubbing your left shoulder which is still a bit sore from the collision with the wall.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" The green man asks.

"I didn't." You shrug, watching the men take their turn at looking bewildered. "Just felt like instinct."

"Hell of an instinct." The man says. "Name's Dean." He holds out his hand and you shake it tentatively. "That's Sam."

"Hi." The brown-eyed man smiles as you shake his own hand.

"Nice to meet you, I guess." You say, looking at the man on the floor again. Slowly, you walk over to him and stare for a couple of seconds. "Demon, huh?"

"Yep." Dean says. "Killed a lot of women around your age."

"We think he was targeting you next." Sam adds.

You kick his foot hard and watch his head loll side to side lifelessly.

Another couple of seconds go by, and Dean fills the silence by saying "What are you thinking?"

Taking another second, you look at the body before saying "I'm thinking..." You turn around. "Sign me up."

[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Imagine Leaving Sam and Dean When You Feel Unwanted

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“Sam!” Dean yells out, rushing to your older brother who has a gaping wound on his forehead which is bleeding profusely. You continue to lie on the ground, feeling that the world is spinning too fast for you to make any quick movements. The witch threw you and Sam against separate trees when you cornered her, and you had no time to brace yourself from hitting your head against the trunk. Sam braced himself, but got scratched by a branch on his way down. Sitting up slowly, you’re able to make out Dean walking back to the car with Sam’s arm across Dean’s neck so Dean could help him walk. “Careful, you might have a concussion.” You hear your oldest brother mutter to Sam as they walk away. Slowly but surely, you struggle to stand to your feet, and stumble after your brothers, worrying that they may forget about you and leave you behind. 

“Did you get her?” Sam asks, and for a brief minute in your concussed, unoriented state, you thought he was talking about you. 

“I ganked that bitch as soon as she cast that spell on you.” Dean scoffs. 

‘Just him?’ You think bitterly to yourself, holding the palm of your hand to your forehead with your eyes shut to try to get the world to stay still. You figure you could have Cas come heal you once you got back to the bunker, but you want to see if your brothers are even going to ask if you’re okay. 15 minutes later, Dean pulls into the parking lot of a dilapidated motel, and you barely wait for the car to stop before you step out and throw up. 

“Hey, hey! Not near the car!” You hear Dean yell as he walks towards the reception area to get a room. 

“You okay?” Sam asks, looking over at you half-dazed. You figure he must have a concussion too, just not as bad as yours. 

‘No.’ You want to say, knowing any honest thing you say about how you haven’t been okay at home for quite some time now for you will be forgotten by him the next morning. Instead, you give a small nod which increases your dizziness and a thumbs up. It’s been a while since you had a concussion quite this bad, but you’ve gotten used to hiding your latest injuries from your brothers, since they haven’t seemed to care enough to help you tend to them anymore. 

“Come on.” Sam reaches out a hand, and you both get out of the car, closing the doors firmly behind you. He puts a hand around your shoulder and leans more weight into you than you expected, making your semi-stable world start spinning again from the unexpected force. After stumbling forward a couple of steps struggling to support your concussed brother, Dean comes out of the reception with the key and rushes to the other side of Sam. 

“I got him.” He growls, clearly frustrated at the sight of your struggling. Dean yanks Sam off of you a little more aggressively than he intended, which makes you stumble and realize just how much you were using Sam for support too. Without looking back, Dean tosses you the keys to the Impala, and says, “Grab the med kit.” You stumble back a couple of steps to catch the keys Dean tosses a little too high, and fall onto your butt, staying there as you watch Dean make his way with Sam to the motel room. Slowly, you get up, swallowing back the stomach bile filling your mouth again which is threatening to spill out, and make your way back to the car. Opening the trunk, you reach past the shotguns and feel around blindly for the med kit and close it once you find it. After taking a couple more deep breaths with your eyes closed, you open your eyes to find the world’s not spinning quite as fast. 

‘This is my chance...’ You think, looking down at the keys to the car in your hand. ‘They’ve never wanted me. All they’ve ever needed was each other..’ Nodding solemnly to yourself, you start to make your way to the door, and place the kit right outside, knowing Dean will open it in another minute or two to see what’s taking so long. ‘I’d say I’m sorry for doing this... but I’m not...’ you think, feeling happy for the first time in a while at the idea of happiness in the near future. Making your way back to the car as quickly as you can before Dean wonders what’s taking so long, you hop into the driver’s seat of the Impala. ‘I should probably adjust the seat... damn it! No time! I hear Dean’s voice!’ Without another second’s hesitation, you started the car and pushed the gas pedal to the floor. 

Dean’s POV

“I’m going to go see what’s taking Y/N so long. Try not to fall down while I’m gone.” I say, looking back at Sam. Something’s been going on with her lately, but I’ve been too focused about trying to find Kelly Kline to bother to ask her what’s up. I’ve been pushing her away, and I don’t mean to, but crap keeps popping up. Her birthday’s coming up soon. We’ll do something for that and I’ll apologize for being a dick. Making my way to the door, I hear the car door open and close. “What the...” I say, starting to open the door. Just as I do, I hear Y/N scream and turn Baby on and drive away, leaving smoke and tires marks in their wake. “No...” I say, feeling my heart sink. “Son of a bitch!” I yell, slamming the door. 

“What?” Sam asks as I turn to face him, a look of concern on his face. 

“Y/N’s gone.” 

“What?!” He says again. I grab the closest thing to me, (a lamp), and chuck it against the wall. “Dean, she has a concussion. A bad one.” I feel my heart sink even lower. 

“What?” I ask this time, already beating myself for not putting the pieces together. ‘Why else would she throw up?’ 

“She might get hurt.” Sam says, tripping slightly as he paces back and forth. 

“Then let’s go get her.” I say, praying to Chuck... Cas... Anyone that will listen that Y/N’s okay. 

General POV

“Whoa!” You scream, swerving back into your lane as a car whose lane you started to drift into speeds past you honking their horn. “Too close...” You mutter, squinting hard, hoping that might make your concussion go away. All of the sudden, you get a splitting headache, and the world seems to split into two. Trying to figure out which lane is which, you jerk your wheel to the left, into oncoming traffic. Just as your double vision fades away, you jerk your wheel back to the right and feel the wheel start to slip from the grip. 

Tumbling. 

‘That’s not right...’ You think to yourself as you fly around the inside of the Impala, currently barrel rolling down the ditch by the side of the Interstate.

Crunch.

‘What was that??’ You think to yourself as your eyes open gasping frantically in pain and fear. ‘Okay, think. What hurts?’ You start to move your chest slightly, and sharp pain spreads throughout your whole body. “GAH!” You cry out in pain. “E-everything...” Blood begins to fill your mouth, and you turn your head slightly to cough it up so you don’t drown in it. ‘Fuck...’ You think, letting your eyes close for a second as you let the past couple of hours catch up to you. The pain seems to have brought you back to reality, and you start to cry. Not because of the pain, but because of the increasing realization of how stupid you are for leaving. 

‘It’s Dean... He doesn’t mean to hurt my feelings... what the hell is the matter with me?’ Tears fill your eyes in frustration and fear that you’ll never see him again. All of the sudden, you hear two familiar voices calling out your name, and a bloody smile creeps across your face as you let your drooping eyelids start to close. ‘At least I heard their voices... one... last... time.’ 

To be continued...

[alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters]

Imagine Being Tortured by Arthur Ketch for Days Before Your Brothers Find You

Word count: 1261

Reader’s Age: 18 

“Ketch, what is it? Have you found anything?” Dean asks in an exasperated tone on speakerphone

“Not yet. Are you sure she wants to be found?” Ketch’s asks, holding a finger towards your half slumped, bloody and tied up self with duct tube across your mouth. 

“She wouldn’t just up and leave without any of her crap, Ketch.” Dean snaps back. 

“Fair enough. I’ll keep my best men on the look-out.” Ketch quips back. 

“Thanks.” You hear Sam say as the call ends. 

“Your brothers are starting to get on my nerves... If I didn’t care about finding out what you know about Lucifer’s whereabouts, I’d kill you right now and pretend to find your body to get them off my backs.” He strolls over to you slowly and rips the duct tube off your face. 

“When are you going to get it through your idiotic mind that I don’t know a DAMN THING?!” You scream, feeling the full extent of your raw throat from screaming out in pain from Ketch’s last torture session. “They don’t tell me anything! They don’t want me in this life anymore. Want me to get out of it for a while. Go and see the world.” You lie. 

“See, that just doesn’t sound like them at all.” Ketch says, spinning a thick knife in his right hand. “Something about you American hunters believes in “sticking together”, or some rubbish like that. What is it I once heard Dean say over the bug I placed in the bunker? Family don’t end with blood? The grammar alone is horrendous.” He mocks a shudder. Slowly, you start to wiggle your way out of the knot holding your hands behind your back that you’ve been loosening in between Ketch’s torture sessions. He obviously doesn’t seem to believe you when you say that you don’t know Lucifer’s location. The last time you heard of/saw him, he was stuck in at the bottom of the ocean due to some spell Rowena cast on him that you didn’t care enough about to ask. He’s been gone, and that’s all that matters to you. “Ah, ah, ah!” Ketch says, stopping himself in the middle of his ranting when he sees your arm move ever so slightly. 

‘Son of a bitch.’ You think to yourself, realizing your mistake. ‘So damn close’. You clench your teeth together as Ketch tightens the rope around your wrist, letting it burrow deep into your skin made raw from struggling to get out of your binds. 

“Lets see what I can do to avoid such a sticky situation in the future, shall we? What’s your dominant hand?” He leans over your shoulder and grins maliciously, digging the tip of his blade into each of your hands. “Don’t want me to know? Fine. I’ll just render both hands nugatory.” Before you have the chance to say anything, sharp pain spreads across your right hand as Ketch’s blade slices through the palm of it, deep enough to sever the tendons within. You’re able to see your blood pooling on the floor, but can no longer feel it dripping on your right hand’s fingertips. You barely have a second to breathe before the same excruciating pain spreads through your left hand. Unable to feel your hands, you felt yourself starting to black out from the blood loss. You didn’t give Ketch the satisfaction of hearing you scream this time. That, he’d only gotten the pleasure of hearing when he cut off your pinkie toe the night before. 

‘Dean would be proud of me... for not screaming...’ You think to yourself, letting a smile creep across your face as the darkness of unconsciousness consumes you, with the last thing you see being Ketch closing the only door to your room behind him. 

“Y/N.” You hear a familiar, gruff voice say that’s void of emotion. “Y/N, wake up.” 

“Huh?” You say, opening your eyes slightly and slowly lifting your head to see Castiel. “You’re not real.” You mumble, letting your head sink again. ‘Just another serum Ketch injected me with to make me hallucinate being saved.’ You think, letting all hope within you fade away.

“Ah, the angel.” You hear Ketch say, peaking your interest enough to use what little strength you have to look up. 

“Ketch, let her go.” Cas growls, standing between you and your captor. From over Ketch’s shoulder, you see Sam and Dean sneaking up behind him. 

“What more do you want from me?” You cry out, trying anything to distract Ketch so your brothers don’t get caught. Even when you’re struggling to stay alive, you’re looking out for them. The same trait goes for all of you, Cas included. Sam and Dean inch closer, careful not to make the slightest noise that might make Ketch suspect something. He may be a good assassin, but even good ones don’t notice everything. 

“Answers, little one, answers... Have these past 5 days taught you nothing?” He chuckles. You smile as you hear the bullet slide into the barrel of Dean’s gun as he holds it against the back of Ketch’s head. 

“So you’ve had her here this whole time? You son of a bitch...” Dean presses the barrel into Ketch’s head a little harder. “Don’t move.” He growls out, seeing Ketch start to take a step forward. Sam takes the opportunity to rush towards you, a look of hatred on his face towards Ketch quickly changing to concern for you. 

“Hey baby girl, I got you.” Sam says soothingly, placing a loving hand on your face as he moves behind the chair to cut the ropes binding you. As soon as he unties you, you start to slump over your right shoulder, making the chair start to tip. Before your head can hit the floor, you feel Sam catch you and hold you bridal style against his warm body which always used to soothe you to sleep when you didn’t feel well. 

“Mmm...” You mumble, snuggling into your brother’s loving embrace that you never thought you’d feel again. This time, that comfort is a little too dangerous because it’s lulling you to sleep for what very well be the last time. 

“Stay awake, Y/N.” Sam mutters under his breath frantically, shaking you slightly. “Dean! We don’t have time.” Dean’s face contorts in anguish as he debates whether or not he should let Ketch go or shoot him on the spot. Not wanting to waste any more time, he lowers his gun and turns Ketch around to punch him in the face, knocking him out cold. 

“Heal her, Cas!” Dean yells, shaking out his fist. Castiel nods and quickly takes a step towards you as Sam lowers himself to cradle you in his arms sitting down. You’re not as light as you were when you were 5 and having constant nightmares, which is when he used to hold you like that. Once Sam’s adrenaline wore off, he started to feel just how much heavier you are. Dean quickly moved to the other side of Sam and stroked your hair gently. “I know it hurts, kiddo, but Cas is gonna fix you up.” 

“Okay...” You mumble, feeling yourself slip into the darkness just as you feel two strong fingertips touch your forehead. At the moment, the four of you knew you would be just fine, and that for the first time in a while, everything would be okay.