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stanford era eileen for @eileenguy's 30k eileen!
HAPPY 25K FOR @eileenguy‘s 30K EILEEN!!! 💗💗💗!!!
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milestone s15 drabble/ficlet for 30k Eileen <3 Special props to @eileenguy for organizing!! Also check out all the other wonderful Eileen content on the milestones post located here!
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There is a silky softness to the curtains that hang over her roommate's windows. Between her fingertips, the sheer fabric slides carelessly through and away, falling silently to the drywall that shines a beautiful daytime blue-white.
Outside, she can see cardinals circling each other on the grass before they zip away for a fleeting moment of rest on the young branches of cedar. Free to be, free to move.
It's so pretty.
A normal life is not something Eileen has ever had or wanted, but she finds herself thinking about it often these days. What life would be like, not hunting the supernatural creatures that seek to steal from humanity? The answer comes as she thinks about the mornings she often wakes to, with eyes wide open and sweat tickling down her spine while the horrors of Hell crossfade with the relief of sunrise.
tthe final girl of my heart ♡
6K behind us, 24K more to go! thank you @eileenguy for organizing a 30K notes event for her 😌🌹
happy 1k milestone to @eileenguy's 30k eileen!! 💖🥰💕❤️
Need to make a milestone system for 30k eileen too now so, everyone who wants to contribute an original creation to 30k eileen, please DM me!
Also, edit: all creations have to be eileen-specific. It can feature an eileen ship or other non-romantic pairings but eileen should be the focus or get equal importance as the other characters involved
Good Samaritan/ Pre Season 11 Eileen fic for 20k notes on @eileenguy’s 30k Eileen! Read on ao3 or under the cut. :)
2006
There’s a woman pulled over on the side of the deserted road. Long, dark hair disappears behind her shoulders as she hunches over the hood of her car.
Eileen pulls up behind her and the woman turns around, bright eyes and brighter smile turning Eileen’s way.
It’s sunset, the slowly darkening sky parts into pink and purple and orange as the fields of wheat behind the two women sway in the breeze.
“Are you lost?” Eileen doesn’t sign as she speaks, the woman jumps at her words, seemingly shocked out of whatever stupor she’s in.
She waves, “Car broke down.”
Eileen thrusts one hand in her pocket and walks towards the woman, “I know a thing or two about cars.” Her other hand waves in the air like so-so.
The dark haired woman nods, “I could use some help, if you’re offering.”
Eileen laughs and the lines around the lady’s eyes crease, deepening her smile.
“I’m offering.”
Her back tire’s flat. Eileen tells her so and the woman looks like she’s found revelation. She didn’t even bother to check around her car?
“I don’t know what to do, I’m afraid AAA doesn’t come out here.”
Eileen flashes her a grin and puffs her chest out, proud to help. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a spare in my trunk.”
It fits like a dream, Eileen’s tightening the lug nuts on the new tire when she feels a tap on her shoulder, she turns around, shielding her eyes from the setting sun. There’s a water bottle in her face, uncapped. She looks up into dark eyes. The woman shrugs, “You weren’t answering when I called your name.”
Eileen points to her ears, “I can’t hear.”
The woman blushes, “Oh.”
“What’s your name?” Eileen grabs the bottle, thankful to have a break. The heat wave is no joke. She gulps it down, just barely missing spilling water all over her t-shirt.
“Sarah,” Sarah watches Eileen wrestle the cap back on the water bottle with a strange interest, “What’s yours.”
Eileen finally gets the cap on, “Eileen.”
The woman, Sarah, sticks out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Eileen.”
Eileen shakes it, she has smooth hands. No rough calluses and dry skin. Her hand is cool despite the late summer heat that rages on, even in the evening. “You too.”
Sarah finally brings her hand back down to rest by her side, Eileen takes another sip from her water.
“What brings you here?”
Eileen looks around. The road is empty, they’re seemingly the only two people here.
“Business.”
“Oh,” Sarah’s interest in piqued, “What type?”
<em>Demonic omens. Whole herds of cattle slaughtered and mutilated a nearby farm. Bad harvests and missing townspeople in this little sleepy neighborhood.</em>
“Real estate.”
Sarah nods her head. “Lots of empty houses down this way.”
The only house in view is a huge three-story farmhouse with a weathered light blue exterior. A single crow opens and closes its beak on the roof.
Sarah sighs, “That damned crow won’t stop crying. It’s bringing all sorts of bad luck.”
Eileen’s water is almost drained but she’s still thirsty, “You’re superstitious?”
“Not very, just something someone told me once.”
Eileen nods her head, she’s collected enough of her own superstitions over the years, from Lillian, from all the random psychics and mediums she visited over the years. Her heart still hurts at the thought of Lillian although it’s been half a decade since her death. Half a decade of hunting on her own. One woman she visited, a Missouri Moseley, warned her there were big things coming. Bad things.
The house’s shadow creeps further as the sun lowers in the sky. Eileen’s head and throat throb like a bitch, she drains the plastic water bottle.
Eileen brings her eyes back to Sarah’s, “Do you live nearby?”
Sarah shakes her head, “I’m also just stopping by for business.”
“Anything interesting?” Her vision is staring to blur at the edges, she shakes her head to sharpen it but she’s knocked off balance and onto the car.
“You probably don’t think so. It doesn’t matter, you’ll see anyway.”
Eileen sags against the car, eyes completely closing before she feels an arm slip under the legs and a hand on her back.
She’s foisted into the air and breath brushes over forehead.
Water drips onto the top of her head.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Right against where her scalp is tender.
The coldness of the pipe she’s tied to she shocks her eyes open. She’s in a dark room with no windows, sitting on a concrete floor with her arms behind her and her back to freezing metal.
Her eyes adjust the small sling of light pouring in through a crack in the door up a small set of stairs. A shadow moves behind it.
Eileen snaps her eyes shut.
She tests the rope she’s in, it’s a fairly good knot but the water dripping from around the pipe smoothes some of the friction when she tries to wiggle out of the hold.
The door opens before she gets a chance, light pouring in through her eye lids. She opens them reluctantly to find Sarah pulling a string and turning on the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.
“Good, you’re awake.”
“Why did you bring me here?” Eileen’s head lolls on the pipe as she tried to stay focused on Sarah’s- or the whatever’s wearing Sarah’s- lips.
The monster steps closer, bending down to brush its palm against Eileen’s cheek. The skin is rougher now and wet with the smell of blood. “Poor thing, it will all be over soon, I promise.”
Eileen wrenches her head out of its grip, “What are you?”
Its eyes flash black, “I’m a demon.”
Eileen’s never encountered a demon before. She was just going to scout the town out, she what she could find before shooting an email to Rufus, a hunting buddy who says he knows people that know people that kill demons. She hadn’t planned to get involved.
Shit.
The demon grins, “Don’t be sad. I just need you for tiny little spell. Your suffering will end soon.”
Eileen’s not suffering, she’s pissed. This demon thinks it’s doing her a favor. Just like banshees she spends her life hunting. She spits a huge wad of saliva onto the demon’s nose. Probably a bad idea, though, because she’s met with a hard slap to her face that knocks her sight out of wack for a moment. She watches blurry shoes walk towards the back of basement, and it is a basement not some fancy dungeon, and return with a tissue in hand.
Blood trickles down Eileen’s cheekbone where a ring split her skin. She snorts snot back up through her nose.
Her vision clears, “What did you do to me?”
The demon stoops back down to where Eileen is bound. “Put a little something in your drink. I didn’t even have to convince you to help me out, did I? You hunters are so easy, I smelled it on you the second you crossed town lines.”
Eileen’s eyes water, she smiles with teeth, “I’m a regular good samaritan.”
“Shame it didn’t do any good this time.” The demon laughs, “At least not to you. There’s a whole world of benefit for my kind.”
Eileen looks over to the makeshift set-up behind the demon. Dull-red cooking bowl on a barstool and table full of various jars next to it. She looks back up into the demon’s black eyes, lips twisted into a- well- a devilish smirk.
“What’cha cooking up back there?”
“That old thing?” A manicured hand points to the bowl, “Just your classic spell. Opens up a crack in ground for a shot of us to come pouring through. The only ingredient left is the blood of someone pure.”
Eileen’s stupefied, “Well, you’re wrong, lady. I’m not pure. You’ve got the wrong blood-bag.”
“What is it you said? You’re a regular good samaritan, how many people do you think passed me before you stopped to help Sarah out?”
Eileen shakes her head.
The demon continues on, “Ten. And all people who have known little miss Sarah for decades. They wouldn’t stop by to even see what was wrong!”
Eileen wants to close her eyes and shut the whole world away but the demon grasps her chin and makes her look, “You’re all I got, buttercup.”
“You’re sick!”
“I’m a demon, it’s in the contract.” Eileen is let go. She says back onto the pipe, breathing heavily.
The demon turns around to her table, picking out different jars and placing their contents into the mixing-bowl.
Eileen sets on working her hands out of the rope. The cold makes her hands stiff but the rope is becoming brittle. She pulls until threads start to snap.
Eileen freezes when the demon comes back. The sharp edge of a kitchen knife travels down the slope her cheek, the one without the cut. A warm wet tongue licks the small trail of blood on the other side. Gross.
The demon brings its face back into view so Eileen can read its lips, “Are you ready to change the world?”
Eileen nods like she’s resigned, subtly working her hands behind the pipe.
“Good girl.” The demon uncorks a vial with the knife set down at its thigh. Eileen eyes the blade but stays still.
The cup is set down and the knife picked up. It makes its way to Eileen’s outer thigh, right under the hem on her cut-offs. Quickly, a line is sliced through her skin and blood starts to dribble out onto the floor. The demon brings the lip of the bill to rest against Eileen’s skin, collecting the last ingredient for its spell.
The cold makes the process slow going but when the small vial is filled up a third of the way the demon caps it and brings it towards the table, reading from a book to the side.
Eileen’s out of it with pain and blood loss and whatever’s running through her system but she manages to completely free her hands. She gets to her hands and knees finding the knife carelessly left to her side.
The demon doesn’t even look her way.
Eileen roses to her feet, knife in hand. She charges towards the demon knocking them both to ground and spilling the bowl’s contents on the floor.
Her head threatens to drop as she holds her position over the demon.
“Sarah’s still in here, y’know? You send me back to Hell and I’ll kill her.” The tip of the knife brushes the demon’s stomach through the dress. It smiles.
Despite never expecting to encounter a demon, Lillian hammered the latin into Eileen’s head. Making her recite it daily as a teen.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…”
The demon screams, it’s mouth opening in wide terror. “Stop!”
“…Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!”
Eileen finishes the exorcism right as the demon thrusts itself into the tip of the knife, impaling the vessel. Sarah. Blood spreads out behind the body onto the concrete floor as black smoke settles down into the ground.
The demon is gone, all that’s left is Sarah, shuddering on the ground with blood still spreading behind her. Eileen hands are wet around the knife embedded in Sarah’s stomach.
Sarah flops, it would be funny if not for the way she looks down at Eileen’s hands on her torso. She looks back up, brown eyes staring into brown eyes.
“Thank you.” Her eyes fill with tears before he head rolls to the side, leaving her at an awkward angle. Eileen tries to gather Sarah up to her chest but her breath has gone completely still and she’s heavy.
Eileen stays hovered over her body and sobs, she sobs until no more tears fall from her face and she’s dry heaving onto the ground. She tears off a piece of Sarah’s dress and uses it as a makeshift tourniquet to stop her leg from bleeding. She pulls the knife wedged in Sarah’s corpse out with a force she’s surprised she still has.
Eileen carries Sarah’s body up the stairs through the back door of the big blue house she saw what must have been hours ago. The sun has set and is now beginning to rise.
There is no time for a proper burial before someone discovers their cars on the side of the road. Eileen digs a shallow grave and salts Sarah’s body before she lights it on fire. She hopes Sarah won’t return as a ghost, tied to some object. Eileen hopes she won’t have to hunt her.
The walk back to the side of the road is short but Eileen is so woozy with pain and grief it takes thirty minutes before the door is shut behind her.
She left the basement a mess, spread of blood and spell ingredients still spilled all over the floor. There must be traces of her dna is everything. She’s not too worried, she’s not in the system- always just barely been able to get away.
Eileen pounds her head against the wheel of her car. There’s a few missed texts on her phone, one from Rufus. Just checking in. She should get out and move Sarah’s car but she’s so tired. She fires up the engine and gets the hell out of Dodge.
If anyone ever finds out what really happened here, she’s in for some deep shit.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Eileen Leahy, Original Demon Character(s) Additional Tags: Eileen “Trust Issues” Leahy, Case Fic, Pre-Season/Series 11 Summary:
Eileen stops on a case to help a woman stuck on the side of the road. Includes themes of drugging, violence, and death. Nothing too extreme. - “What brings you here?”
Eileen looks around. The road is empty, they’re seemingly the only two people here.
“Business.”
“Oh,” Sarah’s interest in piqued, “What type?”
Demonic omens. Whole herds of cattle slaughtered and mutilated a nearby farm. Bad harvests and missing townspeople in this little sleepy neighborhood.
“Real estate.”
