While Sam and Dean investigate a haunted house, they encounter amateur paranormal sleuths, Harry Spangler (Travis Wester) and Ed Zeddmore (A.J. Buckley). The pair have recurring roles as the Ghostfacers team. Their character names are taken from the Ghostbusters characters Egon Spangler Harold Ramis) and Winston Zeddmore (Ernie Hudson).
Sonny calls you his jujube. It starts as something to make you blush because the first time he’d said it, he’d had his head between your legs and was licking up the mess he’d just made of you.
“You taste as sweet as a jujube.” He’d mumbled against your thigh before he’d devoured you all over again.
It had stuck after that because there’d been a fifteen minute debate about what a jujube actually was.
He thinks about that when he’s trapped inside of the torpedo tube on the edge of drowning. The water’s lapping over his face, saturating his beard, stinging his eyes. His neck aches as he tries to keep his head up but his nose bumps against the smooth metal because there’s nowhere else to go. He’s going to die in here and you will never know how he feels.
This thing between the two of you it may have started off as casual, something to keep him occupied between deployments but it’s quickly become more than that. It’s sunshine and happiness and all the good things in life, everything he’d been lacking until he met you.
“Clay.” He says over the comms system as the water splashes over his forehead. “Clay buddy, I need you to do something for me.”
“You want me to sing the Longhorns fight song?” Clay responds, his voice a welcome sound over the radio. “Because I gotta say it sounds much better with your accent.”
“Nah man, you’d just ruin it anyway.” Sonny smiles despite his predicament. “It’s about my Jujube, I need you to tell her…”
He trails off then because the emotion in his chest, it’s too much. He closes his eyes and he remembers the morning before his deployment, the two of you together in his sheets, your fingertips chasing over his tattoos as he held you close.
If he had known that was the last time…
“Tell Jujube I loved her, that what we had, it meant the world to me.”
“Sonny…” Clay chides and Sonny can hear the anguish in his voice.
“It’s important to me.” Sonny tells him, his voice breaking just a little. “It’s important that she knows that she’s more, that she’s always been more.”
There’s silence for a moment as the radio crackles and Sonny knows what that means. If Clay agrees they’re both acknowledging what’s about to happen, that they’re not going to get Sonny out of the tube, that he’s going to die.
“I’ll tell her.” Clay says quietly. “I promise you brother, I will.”
Sonny drowns after that. He stays dead for three minutes before they bring him back into the world choking and spluttering, coughing up his own lungs.
On the plane ride home he’s a little antsy, his knee jingles and his fingertips tap out a tune on his thigh. He plugs his headphones into his ears and he listens to your playlist, the one with all the songs that remind him of the key moments from your relationship.
First kiss, first date, first time.
He clings to each of those memories until he gets his feet back on the tarmac. It’s everything he can do to get his ass to the carpark outside of base where he knows you’ll be waiting for him.
When he sees you standing there alongside your beat up Chevy, something inside of him just settles. You’re wearing that pretty summer dress he likes, the one he’s ruined you in multiple times and a pair of worn cowboy boots.
You’re in his arms in a matter of seconds and Sonny, he does not want to let you go. Back in that tube, he didn’t think he was going to get to experience this again so he holds onto you as tightly as he can, his lips brushing over your forehead, your nose and finally your mouth.
When he kisses you it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds after months of rain. All of that darkness, that fear that’s plagued him it evaporates and there’s just you, always you.
“You are everything to me.” He says fiercely as he cradles your face between his hands. “Absolutely everything.”
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i know i’m behind on slayweek but i’m so busy, i’m sorry😭
this is a prison au i had in my mind for a bit already, enjoy this🕺🏼
maybe i’ll make a ‘big’ work outta it lol
#3: alternative universe (slayweek2024 by @slayshipweek2024)
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„How‘d you end up here?“
“Killed my dad,“ is the answer Clay gives his cellmate without paying him a glance. He was busy reading his book.
“Ah,“ the cellmate, the other‘s call him Sonny, says, rolling around on the top bunk. “You just didn’t like him or?”
“He was an ass now can you stop talking?” Clay snaps, his voice on an edge.
“Woah, woah, blondie. Calm down.” Sonny laughs, jumping off the bed to look at Clay. “Just wanting to know who I’m messing with. That wrong?”
Clay keeps his eyes focused on his book, crossing his legs. “You’re annoying me.”
Sonny laughs again and slides down the wall to look at his cellmate. “That my job, y’know? Annoying people. That’s what I'm known for.”
“Well, I’m gonna get known for killing annoying cellmates. Now shut the fuck up.” Clay sighs, glancing at Sonny but the Texan didn’t plan on shutting up.
“Brock’s gonna love you,” he snorts. “You’re just as talkative as him.”
With a loud snap Clay closes the book and sits up to properly look at Sonny. “What about ‘shut the fuck up’ don’t you understand? I don’t care who loves me and who doesn’t. I’m here to serve my sentence, not more, not less.”
Sonny raises his hands in a defensive manner, smirking. “You need friends in here buddy. Otherwise you’ll be crossed off the list before you can blink.”
Clay’s jaw tenses. “If I’m able to kill off my old man in one on one combat I’ll be able to survive here too,” is all he says before he grabs his book again to continue reading.
“Ain’t that hard to kill an old man,” Sonny mocks Clay with a loud laugh. “I’m speaking from experience here.”
“Kill an elite Navy SEAL, then we can talk again.” Clay decided to ignore Sonny after that, focusing on his book.
But deep down he knew Sonny was right. He needed friends. Good friends.
