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Pairing: Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte
Warnings: Language, Talks of purgatory, Hurt, Longing, Love Confession, Fluff.
Summary: Dean brings Benny back from purgatory, but can't seem to let him go.
Word Count: 1,300ish
Rating: T
Fandom: Supernatural
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- September prompt #2 - Falling in love - see what I did there? Character A and Character B realize they are beginning to catch feelings during the autumn season
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- Square filled - A lingering hug
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- Square filled - Love Confessions (subbing for iced-over roads)
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The last four days had not been the easiest for Dean. Learning how to readjust to the land of the living was bad enough, but having to do this completely on his own was a whole other ball game. Cas was probably dead, Sam was god knows where, and the only glimmer of hope he had was the burn in his forearm every now and again when Benny started to get antsy.
"We're almost there, calm down," Dean said out loud, rubbing his arm. He followed the vampire's instructions.
'Follow the dirt path until it ends, to the left you will see a windmill, six paces straight in front of it will be my unmarked grave.'
The corners of Dean's mouth twitched up when he heard Benny's voice in his head.
"All right, you son of a bitch," he said, pulling the folded shovel out of his pack after walking the six paces. "This better be you."
Memories from the last year swirled in Dean's mind as he dug. The first time he had met Benny, he couldn't explain it, couldn't understand it, but Dean never felt threatened by him. Sure, he was a vampire, but Benny was just different in more ways than one. Even though their first meeting hadn't been the friendliest, they hadn't killed each other on the spot. And that was a big feat for both of them.
'Dig about 5 feet deep and you will find my bones.'
The only thing he really had available to gauge any kind of measurement right now was his body, so Dean guessed around his shoulder area, though, to be honest, he wasn't really sure. His plan was to just dig until he found Benny's remains.
Finally, some time after the sun had set, he found them. Covered in dirt and dripping with sweat, Dean climbed out of the hole. After cleaning the area on his arm that glowed with energy, he reached for his pocket knife and made a slash in his flesh. He watched as Benny's energy mixed with his blood dripped onto the bones as he started to recite the words exactly as the vampire told him.
"Anima corpori… fuerit corpus… totem resurgent…"
There was a blinding flash of light, leaving Dean's arm throbbing. And he noticed the remains were gone when he looked back down in the hole.
"Jesus…" he murmured, tying the handkerchief around his wound. And then he felt it, the eyes on him, the same eyes that he felt for the last year. Dean had to admit, he liked the feeling.
"Took ya long enough," Benny quipped with a smile.
"You're welcome…" Dean smarted back, making the vampire's smile grow. He heard neck bones cracking as Benny turned his head, letting out a soft groan. "Everything working?"
"Good enough," Benny told him, making his set of vampire teeth descend for a split second. "So what now?"
Dean took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh, "I don't know, like we talked about… I guess."
They did talk about it, about how a hunter and a vampire couldn't be friends on the other side. Benny knew what was going to happen once they got topside, but the disappointment that pinged in his chest told him he wasn't ready. "Then, this is goodbye…"
Dean wanted to say no, but how the fuck was there any other option? "You just- just keep your nose clean," Dean stammered. "You hear me, Benny?"
He replied with a nod, holding his hand out as he walked over to the only person he had been close with in the last 50 years, feeling that flutter that happened every time Dean's skin made contact with his. "We made it, Dean," Benny said as they shook hands. "I can't believe it."
Dean smiled, pulling Benny into his embrace, hearing the soft chuckle push past the vampire's lips. He squeezed harder when he felt Benny's arm tighten. "You and me both."
Benny inhaled deeply, taking in Dean's scent. It was different here, not bad unless you counted the fact that it made him drool with desire. Neither of them loosened their hold; they stood there, wrapped up in each other while the crickets sang in the distance. Yet, as minutes slipped by, reality nudged at them
"You take care of yourself, Dean," Benny half pleaded, half ordered as he stepped back.
"I will," he promised, feeling the emptiness wash over him as soon as the vampire had vanished. With a hefty sigh he packed up his shovel and the rag he had used to wipe the sweat from his brow and headed for the nearest town.
A million thoughts swirled in his head as the fallen autumn leaves crunched under his feet; would Benny really be okay? Would Dean ever see him again? And if he did, would it be to hunt him? Could he really do it, though? Dean already knew the answer to the last one, even if he didn't want to admit it.
There was only one motel with eight rooms in total in the small town of Clayton. Dean needed a shower and decided he probably need to at least try to get some sleep before heading thirty-something hours to the opposite point of the country.
However, he quickly realized that sleep was out of the question after sliding between the sheets. Dean cursed himself for letting someone get so close. This was the reason he never had before. Sure, he'd been upset when he left Lisa and when Cassie dumped him. But saying goodbye to Benny and him being really gone now fucking broke him.
"What the fuck?!" Dean jumped out of bed when he heard the gentle knocks. "It's the middle of the night," he groaned, grabbing the pistol off his bedside table as he sidled over to the door. A smile danced on his lips when he recognized the low grumbles coming from the other side, and when he looked through, the sigh confirmed it. Benny couldn't stay away from him, and Dean didn't want him to.
"Hey, I um- just wanted to…" Benny stammered. "Never mind, just take care of yourself, okay?" he repeated the last thing he said to Dean. If vampires could blush, Benny would be about fifty shades of red right now. He spun on his heels, ready to take off, when the sound of Dean's voice stopped him.
"Benny…" he said, swinging the door open all the way open when the vamp looked back. "Come on."
Dean's breath caught in his throat when he felt his feet leave the ground. Next he knew, he was back in the motel bed with Benny looming over him. "A heads up would've been nice."
Benny chuckled, "I'll remember that next time."
"Next time?" Dean questioned. "Does there really—" his words were cut off when Benny's head dipped, capturing his lips in a soft but passionate kiss. The real world would have to wait until tomorrow, and Dean would have to figure out a way to explain to Sam, if he was even alive. But none of that mattered right now. What did matter was that he had finally gotten what he had been wanting for nearly a year.
"Dean Winchester," Benny whispered, his hot breath tickling Dean's ear. "I am so in love with you."
"Took ya long enough." Dean mocked his words from earlier, earning a chuckle from him. "Me too, Benny… Me too."
Is there reasoning for differently colored text.on the cards for prompts? Or is it an aesthetic choice? It looks cool! Just curious either way!! Also, I love my cards so much!! Thank you so much!!
They're the resurrection prompts. I figured it would be easier to tell this way. The earlier cards I've done are all just one font colour, and occasionally there's some confusion.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thunderbolts (Movie 2025)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov
Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova
Additional Tags: Femslash, Established Relationship, Fix-It of Sorts, Not Canon Compliant, Girls Kissing, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Female Character, Alternative Perspective, Double Drabble and a Half, Natasha Romanov is a Black Widow (Marvel), Yelena Belova Needs a Hug, Yelena Belova is a Black Widow (Marvel), Natasha Romanov is not dead, Fluff, POV First Person
Fandom/Ship: Arrowverse - Coldflash: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart
Square/Character: Monster from Beyond the Veil - Leonard Snart
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 999
Warnings and Tags: Body horror, Fear, Grief, anxiety, blood, mild gore, magic gone wrong, horror, blood, coming back wrong, monster, eldritch horror, Barry is not okay, hurt no comfort, angst, injury, no happy ending, quick musings
Summary: Barry is desperate. Constantine had warned him that there was nothing to bring back, but Barry had kept insisting, and Constantine caved.
Written for the @centralcitysummerween event for the prompt(s): Ghosts/The Other Side and for my @resurrectionbingo square: Monster from Beyond the Veil
Author Note: Who doesn't love a little horror in July? I guess it's a Coldflash kinda day today. I intended to make this short and not so sweet, but then I just added a bit more to it. Happy Reading? <3
Read, Letting Go, Rated Mature, in full below or on my Ao3.
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Letting Go
Barry should have let it go.
His breath came in hard pants, stumbling backwards and away from where John lay crumbled and bleeding, for once struggling to move. The speedster fumbled over his own feet falling numbly onto his ass, limps and body moving as if he was pulling himself through quick sand, as if time had slowed to allow him to realize the full horror of what he had done.
He should have let him go.
It was much too late now to realize he should have listened, should have accepted that Lenny was gone, well and truly gone. Much too late, and now there was no avoiding it. No avoiding that what the lovesick man had nearly forced the spell caster to bring back was not Leonard Snart.
It couldn't be.
There was no part of Lenny in those blue eyes — those were eyes, weren't they? Barry blinked back fat tears, clearing his vision as he choked on his breath, on the weight that felt like water filling his lungs, and stared at the writhing flesh before him.
"What did you do, Scarlet?"
That voice… those words.
No, no, no, it wasn't Len. There wasn't any of him left. What was speaking wasn't his voice, no matter how familiar those words felt as they dug into his chest. His hands dug into his hair as he sobbed, covering his ears to stop the screaming words from entering his ears. The voice twisted, muddled and vibrating. The sound of it tightened his chest, constricting it further, like another bucket of water to the sea of fear and grief that was drowning him.
No. No matter what it said, Lenny wasn't in there.
"What did you do, Barry?!"
A wet rasping breath choked from him trying to breathe under the tightness of his chest, attempting to crawl back and away from the thing that was not Lenny as it turned —shifted…dragged? Moved towards him. The sound of its movement was wet, oozing, and wrong. Each slap of flesh echoed in Barry's mind, causing bile to rise in his throat. Pained and angry screams left the thing's mouths, the sound of its voice like a hive trying to speak as one, all twisting together and vibrating like echoes through time.
Barry's eyes couldn't leave the thing as it kept coming closer, and he kept trying to move backward. He shuddered, lips moving and trembling in apologies, begging the thing that couldn't be Lenny to forgive him, for Constantine to forgive him, for the city to forgive him for what he had been begging to bring into this world. He should have listened to him, shouldn't have pushed.
Watering brown eyes left the monster before him for a moment to look towards the unconscious blonde before his eyes were drawn back to the creature that was ambling towards him.
"Your fault."
"I'm sorry," the superhero whispered out between gasping wet breaths, eyes wide as he backed away more, trying to get his feet under him but unable to even as the thing drew itself up, impossibly taller.
"Die, Scarlet."
Barry felt his back hit the wall behind him, body shaking and trembling but unable to phase, too pinned down by his fear, regret, and grief. He should have let him go. It was almost upon him, tall and screaming and so much not the man he had loved and lost. Deep down somewhere in his mind, he knew he should stop him — it – kill it before it got loose from his apartment.
He was the Flash, he had to protect the city, but all he could do was stare at the thing that wasn't Lenny, that he desperately wished could have been. At the thing that had been his last chance at bringing him home, of being able to see him hold him again.
A last chance to say goodbye.
Tears fell freely as more gasped apologies flowed passed his lips, unstoppable and nonsensical.
He could smell it, rotten and twisted with time, it was too close to him and so full of rage.
Barry closed his eyes.
Breath left him, accepting that this thing that wasn't Lenny would be the thing to end him. A cry left him as his hands twisted tighter in his hair, body pressed against the wall at his back as blood and slime slopped onto his sprawled out legs. He didn't breathe, sobs wracking him as he waited for the pain that never came.
Heat, impossibly hot, erupted before him, the smell of cooking flesh and burning hair filling his nose and a voice rang around the room strong and terrifying as it cast a spell.
Barry didn't open his eyes, even when the hungry mouths of the thing that wasn't Lenny never reached him. The rotten smell of burning flesh faded along with the heat that Len would have hated. He pulled harder on his hair as his head fell forward, tears flowing anew at the sound of footsteps and cursing.
"Barry?"
A sob left him at the sound of Zatanna's careful voice so close to him.
It was gone, he knew that. The city was safe.
A wet breath wracked him, and he pulled his knees to his chest, laying his head on them and wrapping his arms around his legs. The thing was gone, just like Lenny had been. There was nothing left to bring back, just faded twisted echoes of time, death, and memories. There was nothing left. Barry had nothing left except the hallowed out grief he had started this fool’s errand with.
"I… I'll clean up… Call someone? To get you," she suggested, her voice far too kind for what he had done, for what he had unleashed into this world and escaped the consequences of. "Just… it's okay, Barry."
Barry shook his head, a retching sound leaving him as he held tighter to himself, uncaring about the gore his hands slid through.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Jaster Mereel, Jango Fett
Word Count: 300
Rating: Gen
Tags/Warnings: Jaster Mereel Lives, Mand'alor Jaster Mereel, Good Parent Jaster Mereel, Young Jango Fett, Jango Fett is a Little Shit, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Mando'a Language, no beta we die like Jaster would in canon
Summary: After a long day of meetings, Jaster finds out Jango decided to play 'Prey & Predator' (aka Mando Hide & Seek) with the help of Atin, Jaster's strill.
Posted on Ao3 | Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Jaster couldn't find his strill anywhere, nor could he find Jango.
The man had been swapped with meetings, he hated it but it was necessary for Mandalore's stability.
It left little time for the father to spend with his son. Jaster wasn't too concerned with this behavior.
He had done the same with his father, playing Prey & Predator unbeknownst to his father.
Just like what Jango was doing but with the addition of Jaster's strill, Atin.
Jaster passed other mandos while on the search for the two trouble makers, some wished him luck on his hunt.
It was when he went his private living quarters, he headed for the kitchen to find it in disarray. A bag of flour was on the floor, and with it a trail of pawprints lead out of the room.
Jaster stilled. He breathed quieter, and even in his beskar armor he moved silently into the next room, tracking the pawprints to a closed supplies closet.
He stepped to the side nook that hid him from view outside the closet. Jaster threw a cushion that was close to him toward the front door, causing the motion detector to activate.
It made it sound like Jaster left home.
Jango opened the supplies closet door, and looked around, not being about to see Jaster in the nook, the boy thought the coast was clear.
Right when Jango and Atin passed the nook to move to a new spot, Jaster revealed himself by picking the boy up, Jango screeched at the attack.
Atin barked and jumped up for Jango to be released from Jaster's hold.
"You should cover your tracks next time, ad'ika," Jaster advised the boy, while pointing out the flour trail right to the closet.
The family laughed at the fun and mischief they had done.
Mando'a
ad'ika - little one, son, daughter, of any age - also used informally to adults much like *lads* or *guys*
Atin - stubborn, tenacious, capable of endurance
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Buffy Summers/Maggie Walsh
Characters: Buffy Summers, Maggie Walsh, Joyce Summers, Other Characters Mentioned
Additional Tags: Graduation, Uncertaincy, College, AU: Buffy Summers Graduates College, Maggie Walsh lives, Smut, Porn With Plot, (Or at least as much plot as can be fit into this short a fic), Teacher-Student Relationship, Age Difference, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Femslash, Vaginal Fingering, Secret Relationship, Established Relationship, (a bit of), Praise Kink, POV Buffy Summers
Summary:
Buffy graduates college. Maggie helps her celebrate.
For @resurrectionbingo, square: free space. Card under the cut.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Francis Angleman/Maggie Walsh
Characters: Maggie Walsh, Francis Angleman
Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Secret Marriage, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) Season 4, The Initiative (BtVS) - Freeform, Fluffy-ish, Maggie Walsh lives, Francis Angleman Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Maggie Walsh, POV Female Character, Short One Shot, hits u with my crackship beam, actually I thought this would be a crackship but they work surprisingly well together?, the couple who does shady science together stays together, flashbacks to the meet cute, Backstory, giving Maggie and Francis some backstory cause canon didn’t, Rarepair, welcome to rarepair hell, Kisses, Mentioned Buffy Summers, Romance, Shippy
Summary:
Francis is watching her again. He thinks no one is looking, but she sees him.
Takes place in an AU where Maggie and Buffy are tentatively allied, Adam is a non issue, and Maggie and Francis are alive and secretly married.
For @resurrectionbingo prompt “secretly married”. Card is beneath the cut :)
Square/Character: Unwanted Revival - Gabriel (SPN)
Fandom/Ship: Supernatural - SPN -No Pairings
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1,267
Warnings and Tags: Disassociating, Mental Anguish, Suicidal Thoughts, immortality as a curse, no happy ending, heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, unwanted revival, resurrection, grief, loss, depression, mental shut down, dead dove: do not read
Summary: What happens when you bring back an unending being, that didn't want to be brought back. Written for my @resurrectionbingo square: Unwanted Revival + Gabriel
Author Note: Oh god, this got miserable so fast. I blame writing so many fluffy things back to back and for the fact that I have been thinking about this forever, it was the perfect square for me and for Gabe.
Read a snipping from, Let Me Sleep, Rated Mature, below or in full on my Ao3.
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Let Me Sleep
He was awake.
Awake…
Why, why was he awake?
At the slow realization, a scream threatened to crawl and claw its way up his vessel's throat– because yes, he was back in the familiar small shape again. The vast sea of inky black darkness and calm was gone from his aching grace.
A sob choked his mind at the chill of concrete at his back, grace seizing at the voices he could hear already floating around him.
No. No… no, no, no.
Gabriel knew he could never truly end, but he had been sleeping. He wanted the long undying unending sleep. If he couldn't die, he deserved to at least be able to sleep. Hadn't he done enough? Fucked up enough, been killed and used and sacrificed enough?
The sleep hadn't been peaceful, but it had been better than a cold floor and the inconsiderate, selfish beings wanting and taking more of him over and over and over again.
His grace shuddered at the prospect of more unending life, barely withholding the ethereal wail of his misery from tumbling out. Maybe if he didn't move, stayed silent, they'd decide they didn't need him, didn't want him, and he could find a way back to the dark lullabies the Empty sang so wonderfully.
“Gabriel?”
A gentle moose sized hand touched his shoulder, and the dam that had contained his wail began to buckle. The sound that had been begging to be released almost got its wish, his vessel stiffening under the intended to be comforting touch. Gabriel swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing was the only movement he consciously allowed, longing to sink into the hard floor beneath him.
The younger Winchester called his name again, and Gabriel wanted to smite him.
He had been ready, he had taken Michael's blade for a reason, it had been his choice. And how dare they refute his choice? How fucking dare they drag him back from the endless sleep Empty offered the undying. The little things he had backed and fought for had no right to make him keep doing this. What could they possibly want from him now?
Anger flooded, consumed him, and faded within him as quickly as waves of the ocean rise and retreat under the pull of the moon. Horror quickly took its place, finally realizing the worrying soul were not alone but had committed this atrocity with his brethren. His grace shuddered as some of Castiel’s last words to him floated through him, painful and panic inducing.
“This world is, um, obviously glutted with angels, but back home in our world you know it’s -- it’s just Naomi and a handful of others. They’re trying to keep the lights on, but Heaven’s dying, Gabriel.”
The revived archangel had no interest in being anyone's savior or being used as a power source again. The idea that this could be their reason, had the flood of exhaustion and misery, pressing and weakening the dam he kept around himself.
All he wanted was it to be over, and it finally had been.
Special thanks to @copperboom82 for your beta skills and all the support. Love you!
“Oh of course,” she said looking down as S. Winchester flashed across the screen of her ringing cell phone. “Why is it when things are going good your name pops up somewhere?” she quipped, putting the phone up the her ear.
Sam chuckled. “I missed you too, Em.”
“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” She tried to forgive and forget, but it was kinda hard when your best friend falls off the face of the earth and doesn’t call you for a whole year.
“Okay… right down to business then,” Sam said somberly. “Well, I know how much you love the South, I got a favor to ask.”
“You call me out of the blue with a favor? I guess I should be more surprised huh?”
“Are you gonna do it or not?” Sam snapped, growing tired of her attitude.
“Call me a sucker, what do you boys need?”
“How close to Louisiana are you?”
Emma’s eyes narrowed as she watched him walk into Guidry’s Cajun Café; she had learned a lot in the last few weeks. Benny, the vampire she still couldn’t believe Dean had befriended, went by Roy around here. And she had to admit he was pretty domestic for a bloodsucker - when she first started following him, she thought Sam sent her on a false witch hunt. It wasn’t until she caught him sipping on a blood pouch in his rickety old truck yesterday she had accepted the truth.
Every evening she followed him here, just as the sun started to go down. She inhaled deeply when the scent of gumbo and shrimp floated into her truck, her stomach let out a growl. “Alright, you win,” Emma sighed. “I guess tonight is the night we finally go in,” she told herself, climbing out of her truck.
A smile spread on Benny’s face when the bell hanging over the door rang through the air.
“I sent Anthony home for the night, so the kitchen is all yours,” Elizabeth told him, gathering her things as she walked past him. “And be sure to lock up the door, set the alarm, turn off the A/C, check the burners, check the griddle, and-”
“And clear off the cold table.” Elizabeth smiled when Roy finished her sentence. “I got it, now go on.” His eyes glanced over at the new face, then back to Liz.
“Thank you, Roy.”
“Of course,” he told her, noticing one of their regulars checking her out.
Elizabeth stopped half way to the door and turned back to him. “Oh, and don't forget to Z out the register-”
“And batch out the credit-card machines. I know. Darlin', it's not my first rodeo.” He smirked and picked up an empty glass, putting it under the tap before pulling the lever. “Now go!” he ordered.
“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow."
“Hell of a girl, that Elizabeth,” Hank said, raising his coffee mug to his lips.
“She sure is,” Benny agreed, making his way around the bar.
“You guys got anything going on?” Hank questioned, making Benny stop in his tracks.
“Nah Hank, she’s like a little sister to me.”
“So you don't mind if I take a shot?”
“She’s all yours, chief,” Benny told him with a chuckle, before swaggering across the room.
“I see you decided to come in tonight…” Benny smiled, sitting the beer he had just poured in front of her. Sure, she looked different tonight - jean jacket on instead of the leather one she always wore and her long blonde curls cascading over her shoulders, free from the bun she usually had them twisted in - but Benny would recognize his little stalker anywhere.
“Um, yeah. I’ve been debating on coming here for a while now. I heard the food is good, but gumbo really isn’t my kind of thing,” Emma stammered out.
“Hmm,” he hummed, sliding into the booth across from her. “Ya know, we do have other choices.”
“You don’t say,” she quipped as she grabbed the glass in front of her. “What’s in here? Roofies? Cyanide?” She raised the beverage, inspecting the amber liquid.
Benny chuckled. “You just watched me pour it. You were watching me, weren’t ya?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know I’m not going to drink this…”
“Fair,” Benny said with a shrug. “Not the real reason I came over anyhow.”
“Okay, Roy is it?” He nodded at her snide question. “What is the real reason you came over?”
Benny leaned forward, staring into her dark brown eyes. “I want to know why a hunter has been following me for the past two weeks,” he whispered with a smile.
Benny’s brows raised when she raised the beer to her lips. “Well, the jig is up. Chances are if you want me dead, I’m dead. Might as well enjoy one last free beer.”
“Hey Roy.”
Benny looked over when his fake name caught his attention.
“Can we get some more coffee please?”
“Yeah,” Benny shouted back, rising to his feet. “You hungry or not?”
She smiled up at him. “I’ll take some gumbo.”
“And you're certain?” Sam asked into his phone as Dean plopped back into the driver seat, sitting the cardboard tray holding their food and large drinks on the seat between them. “Okay, just hang tight until you hear from me.”
“Who is it?” Dean whispered, getting just a second finger gesture from Sam.
“No! Listen to me damn it. I said hang tight.” He scoffed just before hitting the end call icon. “We gotta get.”
“Um, can I at least finish my burger?” Dean huffed.
“We got a vamp kill, Dean,” Sam explained. “Carencro. Louisiana.”
“Well, it has been awhile since I had some étouffée. Who’s the source?”
“Martin Creaser.”
Dean stopped mid-chew and swallowed. “I’m sorry for a minute there, I thought you said Martin Creaser.”
“I did.”
“Crazy Martin, from the loony bin?”
“Glendale Springs discharged him last month, he reached out wanted something to help ease him back into the game. So I asked him for a favor.” Sam told him. “He seemed okay – mostly – so I've had him tracking Benny for the past week.”
Dean’s face went hard. “You put 'mostly okay' Martin on Benny?”
“Yes, when Emma stopped returning my phone calls…”
“You roped Emma into this too? Wow Sam, I can not fucking believe you.”
“Oh grow up, any hunter worth his salt isn’t going to just let a vampire run around freely,” Sam countered. “And right now it’s lookin like I made the right call.”
“So the dead body, was it-”
“No, it wasn’t Emma. It was a regular from a restaurant Benny has been working at.”
Dean let out a sigh of relief.
“But that doesn’t mean she’s not dead, Dean,” Sam muttered.
“And Martin thinks Benny did this?”
“Yes.”
Dean nodded; he didn’t want to believe one of the only two people he trusted right now could be dead and the other guilty of her murder. “Okay.”
Sam’s brows raised. “Really? Okay?”
“Em is missing, Benny could be draining folks,” Dean said, turning the key of the Impala “We are going to Louisiana.”
Benny stared at the screen of his cell phone. He didn’t have to listen to the new voicemail to know who it was. He let out a sigh as he shut the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, his eyes shifting back to the body that laid in front of him. She was covered in blood, throat slashed, eyes still open and full of terror.
“Please tell me that’s not Emma,” Dean murmured as he stood behind Benny, machete in hand.
“It wasn’t,” Benny replied, turning to face him. “Trust me, if it was, I wouldn’t be burying her.”
Dean furrowed his brows.
“I’ve been around a long time Dean, I know hunters want burned, when they go.”
“So, who was that?” Dean asked. “And where is Emma?”
“A waitress from the diner downtown,”
“And?”
“You wanna safety that and we can talk?” Benny said, looking down at the blade in Dean’s hand.
“I’m all ears.” Dean crossed his arms in front of him, machete still gripped tight.
Benny clicked his tongue. “Well all right. Rogue vamp came into the café a couple nights ago, youngster goes by the name of Desmond,” Benny explained, his eyes falling to the ground. “He uh, he said he remembers me from the good old days.”
“The good old days?”
“I know, it’s hard to believe, Dean, but I haven’t always this cute and cuddly.” Benny quipped, washing his hands in the trough full of water. “He is chasing a memory, that’s all. He is crewing up a new nest, he came around asking for me to join or give him some cred. I told him no.”
Dean could see the tears starting to well in Benny’s eyes. “Ok, so far so good. Let’s get to the part with the dead bodies and one of my best friends missing.”
Benny nodded. “He didn’t want to take no for an answer, trying to roust me out. He, uh,” Benny paused, pursing his lips together. “Well, he took Emma and he’s been leaving dead bodies in his wake.”
Dean let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.
“I’m gonna get her back. If it kills me, I’m going to get her back, Dean.”
Dean’s head tiled as his eyebrows snapped up. “You love her… Don’t you?”
“Yes,” Benny confessed, with a slight smile. “I made her the second time I saw her, though I didn’t confront her until two weeks after. I liked her being around. One night she finally came in for some gumbo and I sat down. That little firecracker has had me wrapped around her finger ever since.”
A soft chuckle pushed past his lips. “She’s pretty feisty.”
“You can say that again,” Benny agreed. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s been hard, walking the line here. After all those years in purgatory. But when I’m with Em, I finally feel like I got a handle on things.”
“A handle on things? Benny you have two stiffs on your hands, one missing hunter and two more on your ass,” Dean contested.
“Oh please, the half-wit that came to town looking for Emma?” Benny questioned, walking to his truck. “I’ll take my chances-”
“That half-wit was sent by brother. And trust me, my brother is not someone you wanna mess with,” Dean explained, following him.
“I don’t have time to worry about them, Dean.” Benny glanced over his shoulder, hand on the door handle. “I got to get her back.”
“Benny, If Sam and Martin see you, they aren’t going to care if you are collecting for the March of Dimes. They are going to slice first and ask questions later,” Dean huffed. “Let me convince them to go after Desmond. We will bring Em back.”
“And you really think they are going to go for that?”
“Vampires pick people off from the outskirts of town, okay?" Dean sneered - he had been prepared to argue, but he didn't expect a fucking battle.
“Jesus Christ,” Martin blurted, leaning up against the stove in his rented room.
“Not in the cafés that they work in with their great-grandkids,” Dean explained, his eyes shifting to Sam. “In fact, killing any human… it's not his style.”
“Not his style?” Martin’s voice got louder with every word. “Not his style?”
“Dean, we came here on a dead body, you asked for some time, now there is another dead body, and who knows what the hell happened to Emma… Are we going on trust here?” Sam asked, his voice softer then before.
“Yes.”
“You know we’ve killed for a lot less, and you know how these things turn out for us…”
“Sam, I do – too well. In fact, every relationship I have ever had has gone to crap at some point. But the one thing I can say about Benny, he has never let me down."
Sam scoffed, “Well, good on you. Must feel great finally having someone you can trust after all these years.”
“Look, I’m saying is Benny is innocent.” Dean looked back up to his brother. “He loves her, Sam.”
“He’s a fucking vampire. Incapable of love,” Martin shouted.
“Dean,” Sam murmured, rising to his feet. “Maybe you're too close to this.”
“You're not gonna find him. And if you do, I'm gonna tell you this. You'll be lucky to get out alive. And you,“ Dean pointed to Martin. “If you go with him, you're a dead man… period.”
Martin marched over to the sink, sitting his glass down inside before picking up the bowie knife that laid on the counter.
“Are you really willing to risk her life, Sam?” Dean challenged. “After she’s pulled you out of the fire I don’t know how many times.”
Sam let out a sigh. “We don’t even know if he’s telling the truth Dean. What if Benny has her? Are you willing to risk her life on Benny’s word alone?”
“Damn right I am.”
Martin’s tempter boiled over. He raised the knife and brought it down handle first as hard as he could on Dean’s forehead, knocking him to the floor.
“What the fuck was that, Martin?”
“Dean made his choice. Let's go do our job.”
Benny’s thoughts raced as he looked at the picture of Emma on his phone. “Just hang in there, sweetheart. Someone will be there soon.” His brows raised when Dean’s name flashed over her face. “Well, what did they say?” Benny asked, putting the phone to his ear.
“They didn't go for it. They're on their way to you. I'd get scarce.”
“No offense, Dean, but your little brother doesn't exactly put chills up my spine.”
“Benny, listen to me. Do not underestimate my little brother, okay? He can and will kill you given the chance.”
“All right. So, what now?” Benny asked, pacing in front of his truck.
“Now, I go find Em. And kill Desmond.”
“I’m going with you.”
“I just told you, the best thing for you is to lay low.”
“That ain't gonna work this time, bub. You take me with, or I just go there myself.”
“Wait, you know where he is?”
“I told you I was going to get her back and stop the body count. I called him and told him I was in.”
“Benny…”
“Dean, I am going, now are you in or are you out?”
Dean grabbed an extra burner out of the glove box and typed out a text message. “Go, I’ll follow you.”
The engine of the Impala let out a low growl when Dean put her in park, after pulling beside Benny’s truck in the shipyard.
“This is the place, huh?” Dean asked climbing out of his car, machete in his hand again.
Benny nodded. “Yep.”
Dean made his was to Baby’s trunk. Propping the false bottom up, he grabbed two syringes filled with dead man’s blood. “So, what’s the plan? I hang back while you guys do some trust falls and binge drink?”
Benny chuckled. “Man, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you have an extremely low opinion of us vamps.”
“Pssh,” Dean pushed air through his lips as he closed the trunk. “Call it heathy skepticism.”
They entered the dark shipyard building, the beam from Dean’s flashlight roaming the empty room. He ventured to the right and gestured for Benny to go left.
Benny nodded; he didn’t really have time to argue. He stalked in the darkness, knowing Emma was close - he could smell her. That sweet scent had become one of his favorite things.
Dean spun on his heels, feeling a presence behind him, but found nothing. He continued forward, rounding the corner, gripping his machete tight, and there she was. Beaten and bloody, her screams muffled by the gag that was tied around her face. But Dean could tell by the look on her face there was someone behind him. The vamp caught his arm when he swung, not fast enough this time.
Emma tried to scream again as her eyes watched Desmond throw Dean across the room.
“Benny never told me he was bringing a friend,” he sneered, holding Dean’s throat as he loomed over him.
“Aw, you’re not gonna talk a lot are you?” Dean quipped. “I’ve has enough crazy, I’ve been dealing with it all day.” Dean rummaged in his pocket, pulling out one of the syringes. He tried to shove the needle into Desmond’s arm. But, again, not fast enough. What the fuck was this guy on?
Desmond squeezed Dean’s hand, shattering the glass vial.
“Fuck!” Dean cried out when he felt Desmond claws slash through the flesh of his neck. Desmond brought his blood covered finger tips to his lips, growling once he got the taste of blood, he dipped his head, fangs descended and lunging at Dean’s throat.
Benny pulled him by the hair of his head just in time, slicing his blade through Desmond’s neck.
“Son of a bitch…” Dean huffed, holding his handkerchief to the gash in his neck. “Fucking took you long enough.”
“You lost a step my friend, time to lay off the junk food,” Benny teased holding out his hand. He watched as the blood ran down Dean’s cream colored skin, his mind going hazy as he fell into a slight trance.
“Hey, Benny, you good?”
Dean’s voice snapped him back to reality. “I’m fine… Emma.” Benny turned, his heart sinking into his stomach when he saw her, and he rushed over. She breathed deep when he ripped off the fabric from her face. “Em, I am so sorry,” he whispered, kneeling in front of her.
“Don’t,” she told him, wrapping her arms around him once he freed her hands from the cuffs latched to the chair. “It’s not you fault.” She squeezed as hard as she could.
He lifted her off the chair when he rose to his feet, carrying her weight with ease. “You should probably go get checked out, sweetheart.”
“Benny, just take me home.”
Dean couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two of them - Benny was so cautious and careful with her. He could see how much the vampire really did love her. And by the look in Emma’s eyes it was a safe bet that she felt the exact same way.
“Do you need anything?” Benny asked, examining her wounds after sitting her on the tailgate of his truck.
“Benny, I told you, I am fine.” She smiled. “I’m guessing Sam still isn’t your best fan?”
“You don’t need to worrying about that right now.”
“He’ll get over it,” she said, laying on her back. “Thank you.”
“For what exactly? Getting you kidnapped?”
“You saved me though. That deserves a thank you.”
Benny rolled his eyes.
“Could you just said you're welcome?”
“Any time, darlin’.”
Benny grumbled when his cell phone started to ring, earning a chuckle from the hunter cuddled up next to him in his bed. “Oh, hang on,” he said looking at the front screen of the flip phone. “Hey, Liz.” He smiled when Em started trailing kisses up his neck. “How’s your shift going?”
“Hmm.” Benny’s face went hard, hearing Martin’s voice on the end of the call. “I’d say she is covering for you just fine, Benny. But us regulars miss you.”
“Who is this?”
“Benny what’s wrong?” Emma asked.
“Oh, I think you know who this is. Do tell Emma I said hi.”
“How the hell did you get her phone?” Benny questioned.
“Did you enjoy your cherry pie?”
A growl rippled through Benny’s chest when he heard Elizabeth’s voice.
“No!” Martin snapped. “Sorry hon, not quite done yet.”
“Oh. Did you, uh, reach your friend okay?”
“I did, thank you.” Martin told her. “I can't believe I left my cell on the bus. Wife says I'd lose my own head if it wasn't screwed on. I'll just be another minute.”
“Take your time.”
“Thank you.” Martin watched as Liz walked away. “She's a nice girl. Takes kindly to strangers.”
“You leave her the fuck alone,” Benny snarled, sitting up.
“How far away are you?”
“Not far.”
“You have 15 minutes.” Martin smiled. “And Benny, come alone.”
“Stay out here.” Benny demanded, climbing out of his truck.
“No way!”
“Em, don’t fight me on this one.”
Emma nodded, stopping on the porch of the gumbo shack. “Okay, just be careful.”
Benny slipped through the door into the dimly lit restaurant, finding Elizabeth tied to a chair.
“Lay down your arms, you unholy thing!” Martin shouted from behind her, placing a knife next to her throat. “Where’s Emma?”
“She stayed behind.” Benny raised his hands in surrender. “You got me here alone, just like you wanted. Why don’t you just let her go and walk away?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You do realize, I’m not asking?” Benny threatened.
“I realize that completely.
“Roy, what’s going on?” Liz whimpered, the cool steel blade starting to dig into her skin.
Liz cried out again when Martin’s hand tightened on the blade.
“Oh come on now,” Benny pleaded, slowly moving closer. "I got no beef with you, you got no beef with me.”
“I got plenty of beef with your kind.”
“All right, that may be so, but not for anything that happened here. I did not kill those people.”
“I heard. You and Dean had a little purgatory reunion. How touching,” Martin scoffed.
“Roy, please just tell me what’s going on here,” Liz whined.
“Please, I’m asking you not to do this. The bad guy is gone? Okay?”
Martin let out a small gasp. “She doesn’t know, does she Benny?
“Roy? Who's Benny?”
“Oh, who’s Benny? Let’s find out shall we?” Martin exclaimed, slightly dragging the knife.
Elizabeth cried out as the drop of blood ran down her neck,
Benny’s breath came short and struggled as he fought his thirst.
“You see that? Dilated pupils! Hair standing! Signs of hunger!”
Benny turned away, his fangs descending on their own accord.
“Don’t worry, He probably won’t feed off his own flesh and blood.”
“Flesh and blood?” Elizabeth repeated Martin’s words.
“Tell her, Benny. Tell her how you're her long-lost grandpappy. Tell her about all the dead you left behind. Tell her about the monster that you are!”
Benny fought the monster inside of him, turning back to them when he finally over came it “What do you want?” Benny snapped
“Isn't it obvious? I want your head.…”Martin shouted, pulling out a machete. “...on a stake.”
Benny nodded, walking over to the counter, he laid his head down. “Here, just let her go.”
“No!” Elizabeth screamed.
“I’m so sorry Lizzie,” Benny murmured, his eyes full of tears.
“Welp, hope they're saving a special place for you... wherever it is you come from.”
“No!” She screamed again as Martin lunged.
Benny closed his eyes, ready for the end again, instead he heard three rapid gun shots ripple through the air instead.
Emma raised her hand in front of her eyes when Dean pulled the Impala in front of the the cafe, sitting on the top step with Elizabeth. She knew if anyone was going to understand why she had to do what she did, it would be Dean.
“Em, what the the hell happened?” Dean asked, rushing to them.
“Martin came back, took Elizabeth, threatened her and Benny’s life,” Emma explained, staring up at him. “He didn’t give me a choice.”
“You killed Martin?!”
“He was going to kill Benny. I shot him as he was swinging the machete.”
“You ok?” Dean asked. She had known Martin probably longer than he had.
“I don’t know.” Emma shook her head, “But I would make the same call if I had to.”
Dean nodded. “I know. And I don’t blame you. I warned him,” he told her. “And how about you?”
Elizabeth looked up “I’m good…”
“Give her a minute, she did she just learn her great-grand father is a vampire,” Emma quipped, earning a chuckle from both of them.
“Speaking of, where is Benny?”
“Cleaning up my mess. I told him I would do it, but he wasn’t havin’ it.”
“Yeah, he’s a good guy.”
“Eh, for a vampire.”
Dean laughed again, making his way towards the door. The bell rang through the empty dinning room.
“Emma, I told you-”
“Now I am nearly as pretty as she is.”
Benny scoffed a laugh. “Not even close.”
Dean lit the match and tossed it onto the pyre he and Benny has built for Martin.
“So, what now?” Benny asked, watching the wood go up in flames.
“Now… you have two reasons to keep your nose clean,” Dean told him. “And you better take care of them, or I will hunt your ass down.”
Benny gave him a smile back. “You ain’t gotta worry about that, hoss.”
Dean took a deep breath letting it out in a sigh when the phone in the glove box started to ring. He didn’t look at the screen, he didn't have to. “Hey.”
“Sam, I need your help. Come quick.” Sam read the words from the text message Dean had sent him. “Swapping Amelia’s phone number with one of your burners, when did you do that?”
“While back, in case I needed it. Looks like I made the right call. So, did you see her?”
“I did, turns out she is doing great, but you already knew that.”
“Actually, I didn’t,” Dean huffed. “It was the only way I could get you to lay off.”
“Is Emma ok?”
“Yep.”
“And it’s over?”
“Yep.”
“Any casualties?” Sam asked.
“Martin.”
“Did Benny kill him?”
“No, Emma did. To save Benny and Elizabeth’s life.” Dean told him. “She's staying with him.”
Sam scoffed. “And you're ok with this?”
“Yeah, if that’s what she wants.”
“Unbelievable,” Sam said, right before hitting the red icon on his phone screen.
“Sam?” Dean looked down at his phone when it beeped, call ended flashed on the screen. He tossed it into the empty passenger seat of the Impala. “Damn it.”
hey! i'm considering signing up for a bingo card, but i'm just shooting you an ask to let you know that your sign up link doesn't appear to be working?
It seems to be working fine for me? I haven't touched the link since I posted it, and I opened the form just now and everything looks okay. Maybe exit tumblr and then come back and try again? Sometimes links glitch out for whatever reason. Let me know if it still doesn't work.
Hi !
Just to make sure I've understood correctly, and my brain isn't being a little shit, it's one character per card ? For the 9 squares/prompts ? It can't be one character per prompt from like different fandoms, nor one fandom per card for instance, right ?
That’s right. In the signup form you can put down whichever canonically dead character you want, and then you’ll get a card with 9 prompts, which you can use to make fanworks for that character. So for example, if you choose Regulus Black, you would write Regulus-centric fics inspired by the prompts on your card.
You can work on up to two cards at a time, meaning two different characters, and once you’re finished one, you can always come back to sign up for another!
Hi! Great idea for a bingo card, I've got a couple of different characters I'd happily do one for.
Just wondering, do you have a link to the specific prompts just to have a look? Or a way of excluding potentially triggering ones?
I don’t have a link but the form includes a section for DNWs so you can list out the stuff you don’t want. I also do rerolls so if there’s a prompt on your card you really can’t write for, I can change it for you.
I can say there’s no nsfw prompts for this bingo so no need to worry about getting those if you don’t write smut.
