BAD BITCHES OF SPN

Celebrating the powerful female side of Supernatural! We are a team of writers sharing love, support and badassery to the SPN fandom!

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Bad Bitch Alert : Tessa

You may wonder why I chose Tessa to represent me as my “bad bitch” when she is super sweet, takes no sass, and guides others to the other side, to heaven, to hell, wherever they may end up.  I asked myself the same question.  What makes me a bad bitch? What makes Tessa the freakin’ Reaper a bad bitch?

Firstly, she’s a REAPER!  She's death's right hand woman.  If that isn't bad enough, check this out.

Secondly, let’s take back the word Bitch.   Let’s negate the negative right here, right now, and reclaim the word bitch.  Let’s celebrate our strengths.  I’m sassy, independent, I care a hella lot about others, and I don’t take any shit from anyone.  I can walk the walk, talk the talk, and I can do it all with a smile on my face and bite to my tongue.  Just like Tessa.    

According to urban dictionary, yes, that one, but I digress a Bad Bitch is a:

1.  Female who knows what she wants and knows exactly how to get it

2.  Female who is always ready for anything physically, emotionally, and also intellectually(one being book smart as well as street smart).

3.  One who is classy and all about business

4.  Last but certainly not least one who knows how to take care of her man at home and in the streets and remains loyal to him(her man), herself, and the game at which she plays.

Now, if you can’t tell me right here, right now, that Tessa, doesn’t fit those criteria, you’re blind.  Did you know, in essence, Tessa was the first angel to appear in the series?  I don’t know about you, but angels aren’t sweet.  They are bad ass, stubborn, all about business, and lastly, a bunch of dicks and bitches.  It’s a shame that Tessa’s life came to end at the pointy end of the First Blade but it was her choice. She made her own decisions.  She stuck to them.  One way or another, Tessa in her own right, was one bad, ass, bitch. She never sugar coated anything, she was spunky, and my personal favorite, was always putting Dean in his place.  

Stay bad, bitches.

‘Til we meet again,

Tessa

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Bitches Rant and Rave #2

Hello fellow bad bitches!

Nice to meet you all! Being a bad bitch of supernatural is freaking awesome and I love it. It’s truly amazing and fun to be a part of this project. I’ve enjoyed so much all the things we’ve done like…. wait… I’ve barely been able to be a part of it! This awesome project has been running for weeks now, and I’m a part of it, yet barely am able to be around. Why is that you ask? Well, let the ranting begin.

My main blogging source is my cell phone, but it began crashing and giving me a hard time about a month ago, so all my blogging and e-mailing has become kinda difficult for me. For now my phone use is very limited, because whatever I use it for, it starts heating up shortly after and it eats up the battery. Yes, I have a laptop and I also have an ipod, to which I have successfully downloaded all the required apps to keep on track with blogging and more, so that means I’m saved! Ha! Nope. My internet began derping and making my ability to connect to social media nearly impossible for nearly a week. So by this point I’m just annoyed and angry because the things I enjoy doing the most are out of my reach. And I mean, this is serious, because Tumblr is what makes me calm down from all the crap I take from my days, I find distraction in it, worlds of fantasy and adventure in fics that take me far away without the need for me to move my feet.

There is also the fact that I’ve made some AMAZING and WONDERFUL friends through Tumblr that I love talking to and because of my phone breaking down and internet giving me a hard time I can barely keep in touch with them anymore. I have like over 50 fics that I have been tagged in and have not been able to read. When I’m home and can connect calmly and get to blogging, chores tackle me and mom plans outings, so my time to blogging has been sadly reduced to none. So as much as I’d like to be on Tumblr more often, to read fics, see pics, fan art and most importantly, keep in touch with my friends, I cannot.

If you have ever found yourself unable to connect with friends you have half way around the world due to internet problems, you are not alone. But trust me, if your friends are half as awesome as mine, it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get back, they’ll be waiting for you with open arms.

Thanks for listening/reading,

Stay bad, bitches ;)

Lilith

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gUYS GUYS guys HEY remember when i drew this and kim and briana had they said it was almost like i was there–i JUST realized i never posted the redrawn version–AND WHAT A GOOD TIME TO

i’m in love

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This made me smile too much NOT to feature it for Fan art Friday! Love these two!

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Writer’s Tip Wednesdays

Hi fellow writers and creators! Welcome to another edition of the Bad Bitches’ Weekly Wednesday Writer’s Tips. Whether you've been writing for years or just want to dip your toes in the water, I'm glad you've joined me in this journey through the chaotic uniqueness that is being a writer.

Let me start off by saying that everyone's writing style or process is different. Some write on a computers or paper or even typewriters. Some write long, complex stories of intertwined lives or short, emotionally charged imaginative poems. And these differences are good. Without them we wouldn't have the fascinating and varied literary works that we do today.

However, there is one thing that I would suggest all writers have in common. They all seek to improve, to become better with each work they produce.

Which is why, I assume, you are reading this.

Brief disclaimer: I’m by no means a professional writer and I don't claim to be an expert. My creative work has never been officially published, aside from the fics on my SPN blog and a few random pieces on my blogspot.  However, I have been writing for fun for almost 15 years and I've learned a few things along the way that I think might be helpful for some of you.

Anyway, my point is, take everything I’m about to say with a shotgun shell of salt.

Without further ado, here are just a couple things I do to improve my writing skills.

Write, write, write. I know this seems like common sense, but it honestly works. The more you write, the better you'll write. Just as any athlete or musician practices for hours every day in order to improve, so also a writer must put in the time and effort it takes to get better. Now, I realize that it may not be possible for you to spend hours writing daily (it certainly isn't for me!), but try to carve out a little time each day to write something, even if it's only a few sentences. My practice is keeping a journal and jotting down a few notes about my day every night before I go to bed. My goal is to set aside a few minutes for more creative writing every day, like working on my novel or fics, but it just hasn't worked out yet.

Read, read, read. This is where it started for me. Reading is something I've enjoyed for as long as I can remember. It's an escape, an adventure, and an useful resource of information. Through reading you can experience different voices, different styles, and different themes, all of which can help hone your specific style and voice for your writing. It's a way to see what inspires you and hooks you as a reader so you can implement those things into your writing. Read authors you adore and respect and your writing will begin to imitate theirs. In a good way, not the plagiarism way. There's also TONS of books about writing with tips and advice. My favorite is Stephen King’s On Writing, which is where most of these tips come from. 

Write what you know. JK Rowling’s novels are usually set in England, where she was born. Stephen King’s stories often occur in Maine, where he lives. Kate Morton sticks with thrilling historical tragedies which she studied when earning her master's degree. My point is to draw on any and every experience you have. Your experiences are unique and special--no one else has had those same exact ones. Incorporating them into your writing is sometimes easier and makes your stories more believable. However, I'm not saying you can't set your work in the future, or space, or the 1800s. I doubt Rowling dueled a dark evil villain with sticks that could shoot magic from the tips or that King was a prison guard on a 1930s death row block. The trick is infusing these stories with details that you know well to complement the narrative and emotion you are trying to accomplish.

Seek out advice. This is important for really anything you do. The idea of learning from your mistakes is good, but you can also learn from others’ mistakes before you make them yourself. Ask someone you respect and admire to mentor you and learn from them. Take advantage of the time they give you and grow as much as you can from their wisdom. Ask them to look at what you write and give you specific honest feedback. I cannot tell you how much having a mentor has helped me grow, even just as a person. As luck would have it, all of us Bad Bitches are willing to do this for you--mentor, beta, or whatever else you need! 

Know your characters. This is huge for me personally. I have pages and pages of notes about my characters. I find my work turns out better if I know the characters well, drop them into a situation, and just watch what they do. Often I have an idea or outline of a plot that is nowhere near the final product, because the characters react in ways I don't expect. Not to mention, it's so much fun to discover characters this way and to see the story unfold in front of you. For fic writers working with already established characters, getting to know your characters can consist of watching shows or movies they appear in or reading works which feature them. For your own original characters, there's a lot more freedom to build them, though sometimes they'll surprise you by taking up a life of their own.

Well, good luck friends! Enjoy exercising your creative muscles!

Chao!

-Ellen

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Top Fic Pick Week 2

Dum-da-da-dum! Greetings lovelies! Another week has come and gone and it’s time for another top fic pick. This week we’re showcasing @saxxxology ‘s Sam X Reader Hamlet series!

Ah me, I do love some Shakespeare, and I can’t think of another character to perfectly twist into the grace of the plays, and readings as much as Sammy. I especially love how what Sam had previously went through molded him perfectly to reflect Hamlet and play the part well. The attention to detail was marvelous and also the working in of many, many characters, both main and secondary, from the series was awesome!( I love the fact that the Winchesters are an acting troupe)

It’s gracefully well written, classy, and easy to picture in your head as you go along. For people like me, who love some smut along the way, there’s some of that too ;)

All in all, 5 stars from both me and my fellow bitches!

The masterlist to the series can be found HERE

Peace, Love, and Happiness!

-Jo

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Hearts Wide Open Master List

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has been friends with Jared Padalecki since birth. Ever since he started acting, however, they haven’t spent much time together. Now that he has a summer free after filming the first season of his new show, Supernatural, they are finally able to spend some time together at their families summer home in the Outer Banks. Y/N thinks they’re just there for a week of catching up but Jared has other plans involving Y/N and his costar, Jensen Ackles. Will his plan to get his two best friends together work? Or will it be completely derailed by Y/N’s stubborn tendencies and unwillingness to put her past, and past relationship, behind her?

A/N: Graphic made by me. This entire story is inspired by the song and video for Roller Coaster by Luke Bryan. Also, this post will be updated with each new part as they are released. Happy reading my loves!

Part 1 - Outer Banks

Part 2 - Catching Up

Part 3 - Sand and Secrets

Part 4 - The Past and The Present

Part 5 - Morning After

Part 6 - Rain is a Good Thing

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Polaroid Pictures

Title: Polaroid Pictures - Part One || Next –> || Characters: Cas Novak, Charlotte Blake(OC), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester. Summary/Prompt: AU where Sam and Dean aren’t hunters.  There’s no demons, no angels (but of course human!Cas).  Mary and John are alive, so are Jess and “Uncle” Bobby.  Basically they get a normal, apple-pie kinda life.  This story will be told in Dean’s POV, flashbacks and memories.   Word Count:  2473 Warnings:  Possible angst, depending how you interpret the italic parts.  Swearing, mentions of underage drinking. A/N: Let me know if you wanna be tagged in part two. Tags: @spnfanficpond

*June, 1998*

“Aw, come’on, Sammy, don’t be like that,” teased Dean, shoving his younger brother playfully.  He crossed his heart as Sam glared up at him. “Just tell me about this new girlfriend of yours already. I won’t tell dad, scouts honour.”   

“She’s not my girlfriend,” muttered Sam, hands in his pockets as he walked away from Dean angrily.  When Dean laughed, Sam turned on his heel and glared at him again.  “Dean, seriously, go away!”

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Love Bites

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N (Reader), Sam WInchester, Castiel

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst, Dean being Dean (and yes that is a warning), being caught (more innoccent than it sounds really)

Wordcount: 1600ish

A/N: This popped into my head and it begged to be written. It is for @one-shots-supernatural hiatus challenge and the prompt is: Be quiet. They’ll hear us.

Thank you to the lovely Moz for betaing this for me @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit 

GIFS ARE NOT MINE

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she ran out of the bar and headed down the road for the bunker.

You weren’t sure what had come over you. It was hardly the first time you had seen Dean Winchester flirting with some girl. Hell, you had seen and heard a lot more than that.

You had seen him walk out of millions bars with some dolled up girl’s hands all over him. You had heard the noises from the joined room, and you had witnessed goodbye make out session after goodbye make up session.

It had always bothered you. You had had been in love with the older Winchester for as long as you could remember, but it wasn’t like you could blame him. You had never told him how you felt. Why would you? What good would that do anyway? You clearly weren’t his type. So why ruin a perfectly good friendship by opening your big mouth?

Your thoughts were running wild. Partly showing you mental images of half naked women stumbling out of Dean’s motel rooms and partly imagining that the woman in his room would be you. You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts you didn’t hear the familiar roar of the impala’s engine before her brakes were slammed down bringing her to a halt a few feet in front of you and Dean jumped out of the car.

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Bitches Rant and Rave

Another new segment! Simple concept- each week one of the Bitches gets an open slate to rant and rave about whatever topic is getting under their skin lately. May be fandom related, may be not. Anyway- enjoy!

Okay, I have heard something in the past week that worries me and I'm going to tell you exactly why. I spoke to a 9yr old (not something I make a habit of) and saw that she had a device on her belt. This girl was slim, looked as healthy as any young kid should be so thinking this was a toy of some sort, I asked her what it was. She told me it was a pedometer and that it was the latest craze in her school to not get fat.

You might be thinking, "good for them, healthy school!" but consider what sort of society we have to be in for a 9yr old to think that if they don't watch their activity level like a hawk that they'll get fat!?

Now realise that it's not just one, it's friends bouncing off of each other, copying and competing to get more steps. I'm not sure how many of you are aware of the psychology of eating disorders but one of the main mind sets of anorexia is, "Just a little bit more, just one more pound and that'll be it and I'll feel better." And now these kids are competing to do more exercise and it's only a small step between getting a few more steps, to just being that bit skinnier than the others, because that's healthy, right? Not being fat is the craze, right?

The media has so much to speak for in this and I'm not going on that rant because you'll never stop me. I have seen what eating disorders can do to a person and the ages it can start at is shocking. That little 9yr old I've known for her whole life and I worry because she's a prime target, her own father was telling her she needed to lose weight from the age of 4. But this is the thing, our actions have consequences and kids are a lot more perceptive than we give them credit for. If they grow up hearing these things, that's engrained from such a young age it's going to take a strong mind to overcome it. As the internet becomes more and more important in our lives, the exposure to these kids is more and more. All it takes is a kid googling "pro ana/pro mia" and slipping into something they don't understand and it can quite literally kill them.

Look out for your youngsters in your family, it's going to be impossible to catch them all but keep an eye out and more importantly talk about it. A little 9/10yr old might not realise what they're going towards but awareness is a huge thing. It might just stay at this level and that's fine, in fact that's great and nothing to worry about at all but stay vigilant guys.

Stay bad, bitches

Charlie over and out

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Share and Share Alike (Dean, Sam, Reader)

Written for @one-shots-supernatural’s hiatus writing challenge

Title: Share an Share Alike

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Prompt: “How about no?”

Warning: none

Author’s Note: Just getting this in under the gun. Hope it’s okay. I didn’t edit it as much as I normally do. Please forgive me.

Thanks to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for betaing this one for me. Love you Kari!

Image not mine

The three of you all shrunk back, wide-eyed as you took in the scene before you.

“Holy shit!” Dean shouted around his mouthful of pie.

You and Sam just sat there nodding your heads for a moment and continued watching. Your eyes growing wide again at the aftermath.

“Oh man.” Sam ran a hand down his face. “I can’t believe she did that.”

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Justice is served haha!

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Eye for an Eye

Word Count: 1701

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Language

A/N: Written for @one-shots-supernatural hiatus challenge week 5 prompt “how about no?” and also based off this aesthetic I requested from @thing-you-do-with-that-thing which @salvachester then demanded a fic for and I volunteered as tribute and thus this horrible piece was born. 

Dean carried her into the bunker, storming past Sam without a word, eyes full of rage. He laid her gently on their bed and peeled off her bloody clothes, cleaning the blood from her skin and redressing her. He sat there for what felt like eternity, running his hand through her hair and watching the mark on his arm turn an angry red color.

“Charlie, run” She ordered, positioning herself between Charlie and the beating on the motel room door.

“But…”

“Go!” She ordered, gesturing to the window. Charlie reluctantly ran, taking her laptop and everything she knew about the Book of the Damned with her. Everything Y/N knew could save Dean. She hadn’t been on board with Sam’s plan to use Rowena or the book, but here she was, caught in the middle.

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Ouch!

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Tattered Sleeves (Personalized Drabble)

Pairing: Sam x Maryann @dontcallmebabe-ok

Word Count: 341

Warnings: None

Request: So, I’m a mess and totally sent this to the wrong blog the first time… oh well. #14 with the flexing and shirt ripping would be awesome with Sam. I’m kinda short, I work out a lot and I typically have a smart ass attitude. Thank you! - @dontcallmebabe-ok

14. “I flexed and the sleeves exploded.”

A/N: I took a few liberties with the bunker’s design/layout here, hope you don’t mind! Also I can’t decide if I like the title or not.

Many people’s favorite places were cliche: a beloved car, a glorious view, a peaceful space of tranquility. Maryann’s was the gym.

But not just any gym. No, she was more refined than that. She specifically enjoyed the bunker’s gym, forged by her favorite Winchester brother, Sam, in the first few years of their occupation there.  

Though rather small and compiled of gently used equipment, the gym was sharp and clean, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, shiny silver dumbbells and a few machines. Maryann couldn’t think of a place she’d rather be, especially when her workouts coincided with Sam’s.

That particular day was like any other–Maryann was nearly done with the last lift of her leg workout when she heard a frustrated groan from where Sam was doing curls in the corner.

Thinking nothing of it, she finished up her workout and stretched, and then grabbed her water bottle, leaning against the door jam to wait for Sam. As Sam made his way over to her, she noticed the sleeves of his tight t-shirt were hanging in tatters from his broad shoulders.

“What in the hell happened, Sam?” Maryann asked, stretching on her tiptoes to twirl the shreds of fabric between her fingers in curiosity.

Sam ducked his head, blood turning his cheeks red, and mumbled something.

“What? I didn’t catch that.” Maryann prodded, sly smile on her lips.

“I flexed and the sleeves exploded,” said Sam, looking up at her, a uncertain grin twisting his lips. Maryann laughed loudly and patted Sam on his sweaty shoulder.

Just as she turned to leave the gym, she goaded, “If you would just stop wearing my t-shirts, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

It was an impossible notion–Sam was at least twice the size of Maryann–but Maryann couldn’t help teasing him. Sam’s eyebrows raised, his smile widening. Maryann tried to dance out of Sam’s reach, giggling, but Sam’s strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her up onto his shoulder.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” Sam growled, hauling her through the bunker to the showers.

Tagging @hunting-for-idgits @jodyri @badbitchesofsupernatural

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Hilarious! Love it!

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How About No

Summary: @one-shots-supernatural week five hiatus challenge “how about no?”

@jodyri @hiddenwritingsintheworld @klizbeth @d-s-winchester @themegalosaurus @mrswhozeewhatsis @teamfreewill-imagine @one-shots-supernatural @oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot @the-mrs-deanwinchester @badbitchesofsupernatural @sammit-janet @fingersinsamshair @blushingsamgirl @adriellej @supernatural-imagine-oneshot 

Maybe taking Sam up on that offer to jog every morning was going to have it’s benefits and you weren’t thinking a stronger heart, toner muscles, and firmer thighs.  You were thinking you got to watch him sweat, every muscle in his body working in overdrive as he pumped his legs to continue down the path outside of the bunker.  

“Hey Y/N, how about another mile?” Sam licked his bottom lip and you tripped over an exposed branch, not paying attention, but picking yourself up with ease and continued to run,

“How about no, Satan,” you cringed as you realized what you said, and went to profusely apologize but instead heard Sam’s rumbling laugh.  It started out slow from the pit of his belly and erupted like a lion’s roar.  

“How about yes,” Sam insisted and feeling sorry for calling him the Devil, you sighed, pulled up your bootstraps so to speak, and dared him,

“First one back to the bunker cooks,” and you bolted out from behind him placing yourself in the lead.

Little did you know that Sam enjoyed your runs too; always managed to get you to push for an extra mile or two and you’d challenge him like clock work, and he’d get to watch your firm ass bounce in rhythm to the pounding of the earth.  He’d say it was a fair trade.  

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Sexy, sweaty Sam? How about yes!

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Mary Winchester, 1978

This was the first suggestions I got when I asked for female characters to draw, so I gave it a shot! As it was intended as a warm up piece before commission work I decided to stop here and might return to it later! ♥

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I love this! It's so lovely and simple. I always loved young Mary's look. Reblogging for our Fan Art Friday! -Jo

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Thank you so much!

I finally reached 2k followers! Thank you so much for everyone’s likes, reblogs, recs, and messages! In honor of this, I’m doing two things to celebrate!

1. Q&A Video

I need to get at least 15-20 questions for this to work, so send them in! They can be about myself, my writing, or Supernatural headcanons/opinions/etc. I don’t care how trivial they are– if you’ve wondered about it I want to know!

Deadline for this is July 6th!

2. Drabbles (Under 1,000 words)

For the drabbles there are a few guidelines:

They must be reader insert. This means Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam, etc.

I’m only accepting until July 6th, but I reserve the right to cut it off beforehand if I’m overwhelmed.

All drabble requests must follow my Guidelines. I will delete ones that don’t. I also reserve the right to not fulfill your request. 

No requests taken via IM. They must be sent via my askbox.

Please keep your request as short as possible.

Drabble requests should be in the format of (or something similar): 

Drabble Request: Reader x character name, request.

Please reblog this post to spread the word! Thank you to everyone!

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Congratulations! Nothing is better than a milestone celebration! Get in on this guys :)

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The Family Business: Chapter 1: C’mere Sweetheart

Summary: My name is Addie Singer. My dad raised me in the life of a hunter. John (who became like an uncle to me) raised his two sons (one of them like my older brother and the youngest became my best friend) in the life as well. We don’t have normal lives-every day is a different battle with the supernatural. Hunters don’t get happy endings. We live hard, drink hard, fight hard and kill evil. There are others just like us, all over the country. Fighting the hard fight, trying to keep evil from winning-it seems like a losing battle on most days. This is the family business. 

Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester/Addie Singer(OFC), Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Word Count: 1652

Warnings: Violence, Some light swearing

A/N: Here it is! The story that has been dominating my thoughts and my world. I want to give a sincere thank you to @argent-gale for giving me the confidence to branch out into another fandom and write this. This is dedicated to her, she is a true treasure! *hugs*

Beta: The lovely and fabulous @theerinpage (thanks for keeping my spirits up and helping me conquer my fears of posting this)

Tagging: @ellen-reincarnated1967 @rockingmotherhood @spectaculacular-sammy @withoutaplease @fingersinsamshair @aprofoundbondwithdean If you would like to be tagged, please let me know, if you would like me to untag you please let me know. I tried to tag Sam!girls as this will be a Sam-centric multi chapter story.

Please let me know what you think!

Addison, IL

July 4, 1985

In the early light of dawn, using the woods that surrounded the idyllic scene before them, two men approached the abandoned farmhouse. They knew that at one time the home had once been a safe place.  But now, it was a house of horrors, blood now stained the ground and the soul of the house itself.

Bobby Singer looked from the house to his friend John and said, “This couldn’t of waited one more day? Right now, we could be home. I could be helping Karen get ready for the town picnic and you could be with the boys.” John glared over at his closest friend and shook his head.

“Look, all I’m saying is these vamps would still be here. Jeb said that it had been quiet.”

Bitterly, John replied, “All intel points to four vamps and at least that many prisoners. We do this quick and we can be back at your place tonight to watch fireworks.”

Bobby nodded, gripped the machete tighter, and they stepped out into the early sunrise. Quietly they made their way to the decaying house, the smell of death permeated the air. They listened at the door, hearing nothing they opened the heavy door, both men flinching as it creaked open. Listening at the door and hearing nothing, they opened it, the weight heavier than expected  and they flinched as the hinges creaked. Once inside, John closed the door behind them, giving their eyes a chance to adjust to their dim surroundings.

Bobby took one step forward on the now warped hardwood floor which let out a loud groan from the movement and all hell broke loose. Figures rushed at them from all directions as John and Bobby began slashing and hacking at bodies, fighting for their lives. Blood sprayed both men as Bobby took the head from one of the vampires. He quickly wiped his face and eyes to clear his vision when he noticed that John had at least three of the bloodsuckers closing in around him. He pulled his gun and fired two times in rapid succession, knowing that it wouldn’t kill them but he was hoping to slow them down long enough to help his friend. He managed to get one more shot off when John bellowed out a roar and pushed two of the vamps off of him. He swung his long arm out and the machete sliced through the air until it met the necks of the fangers where it cut through flesh, bone and sinew like a hot knife cutting butter.

“What the hell, John!” Bobby yelled. “There’s four of the bastards now and it sounds like at least two more upstairs!” he pointed up the stairs where it sounded like something or someone was trying to tear the house apart from the second floor.

John drew in a heaving breath of air, “Damned if I know. Remind me to kick Jeb’s -”

A high pitched scream filled the air and both men rushed further into the house towards the kitchen, their eyes constantly scanning the their surroundings. Cautiously, they approached the swinging door where they could hear a woman sobbing and the rattling of chains. John was the first through the door and before Bobby could slide in behind his friend, the door was pushed shut.

Bobby could hear a woman screaming “Behind you!” He heard a grunt from John and then the next sound was of a body hitting the floor. He shoved and kicked at the door until he was able to finally get into the kitchen, his eyes falling on a tiny red-haired woman, her hands chained to opposite corners of the nook she was standing in. A flash of movement from his right and Bobby quickly turned using his machete to remove the head of the dark haired vampire that was trying to kill him.

He glanced down at John to see his friend slowly getting up from the floor. They nodded at each other and Bobby moved to help the frail woman.

“NO!” she screamed. “H-He did something to me! He cut his wrist and shoved it in my mouth. I can hear your heartbeats from here and my throat is on fire.”

Both men looked sadly at the small, battered and bloodied woman trembling in the center of the breakfast nook. “I-I know you have to kill me, but please save my baby! She’s upstairs. That prick kidnapped us from up state and brought us here. He has her locked in a cage,” she said, tears running down her blood-streaked, dirty face.

Bobby looked at the woman with pity and quietly said, “I’m sorry, she’s probably gone or worse-turned.”

“How many more vamps are here?” John spat.

“Umm, there was Dave,” she nodded at the body on the floor, “Mike, Jake, Polly, Andrew and Ed- Oh my god! He’s been trying to get Dave to let him have her. He said that children’s blood is so tasty and pure.” She grimaced as every muscle in her body contracted, her eyes squeezed shut and she began shaking all over as she pulled the chains as tight as possible, straining to break free.

John nodded at Bobby, “You got this?”

Bobby nodded once and gripped the handle of his machete so tightly his knuckles turned white. Finally, the woman opened her eyes and stared at Bobby. In horror, he watched as the blood vessels in her eyes began popping and turned the whites of her beautiful green eyes blood red.

“I don’t have much time left and these chains aren’t strong enough,” she growled. “My daughter is two, Dave was keeping her human until she turned eight. He s-said that she would listen better at that age and be a better trap for humans. Please save her, we don’t have any family.”

Bobby interrupted- “Her father?”

“No, he was an asshole, left as soon he found out I was pregnant. Always had bad taste in guys, obviously,” she chuckled grimly. “Just take care of-” her head dropped down and her body went limp.

Moving closer, Bobby could see that her chest wasn’t moving. He raised his arm to search for a pulse- jumped when her head flew up and she charged. One set of the chains snapped freeing her arm. She swiped through the air trying to grab onto him. She snarled, teeth snapping trying to get the warm meal in front of her.  Bobby sadly said, “I’m sorry,” and cut the woman’s head off ending her once and for all.

He ran out of the kitchen, “There’s at least one more upstairs and a baby-human!” he shouted running past John pouring gas all over the first floor.

“It’s too late Bobby we need to go now,” John yelled.

Bobby ignored his friend and started running up the stairs. “I ain’t leavin’ a baby to die!” Halfway up the staircase, Bobby heard wood splintering, a weak female voice yelling and screaming, a male voice snarling and above all of that noise, he heard the panicked cries of a small child. His heart was racing and it felt like it was going to burst through his rib cage and out of his chest.

“John, get your ass up here, now!” Bobby ran up the stairs and headed down the short hallway to what appeared to be a large bedroom, his eyes sweeping the room, his gaze landing on a skinny, stringy haired man holding a woman,all of his attention latched onto the woman’s neck as he drained her.

Hearing a sniffle and a hiccuping sob coming from behind the vamp, Bobby’s grateful eyes landed on the girl. She was small, her face dirty and bloodspattered, the rest of her looked like she had been bathed in blood, some of it was dry, but the majority of the liquid  ran down her body and dripped onto the floor. She had auburn ringlets that corkscrewed all over the place. Keeping one eye on the vamp, Bobby raised his hand and wiggled his fingers at the child.

He moved closer and whispered “Hi! Let’s play a game okay?” with a tiny hiccup the little girl nodded. “Okay put your hands over your eyes and don’t move them till I say, okay?” She nodded shyly and Bobby watched as she covered her eyes with chubby little hands.

John hit the entryway as the vamp dropped the woman and turned to run at him, but Bobby was quicker. He flicked his wrist and the machete cleanly took his head off. “You didn’t need me, Bobby. You got this covered,” said John.

“Yes I do, you damn idjit! Take this,” he grumbled holding the bloody machete out.

“Why?” John snapped, looking around Bobby’s shoulder when he heard a rattling noise.

“So we don’t scare her, you ass!”

“Holy shit! She’s still alive?” John said in amazement.

“You keep those eyes covered, no peeking princess,” Bobby said softly as he picked the lock on the cage. Once he had the lock off and the door opened, he reached into the cage and noticed that she was trying to peek through her fingers at him. Bobby grinned and tickled her belly, making her giggle. “I see you peeking at me. C’mere sweetheart. You keep those eyes closed. John see if you can find some clothes for her and maybe diapers. I’m going to take her outside and clean her up. Alright princess let’s get out of here.” He put his hand on her head to keep her from seeing any more of the gruesome scene.

John nodded and made a quick search of the room grabbing what was needed. He finished pouring gas in the room and lit a match, dropping it to the floor as they left the room and headed towards outside.

“You’re goin’ home with me, sweetheart.”

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