#winchester!son

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine working at Freddy’s Pizzeria, and trying to tell your dad something is wrong. (Bad End)

So this is an alternate ending to Part Two of this series. It’s been bouncing around in my head so I finally decided to write it.

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It starts off the same way as the original part two, but there are some small differences.

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The black Impala cruised to a stop in front of the pizzeria. Three people got out of the car, stopping by the trunk of the car to grab a bag before headed to the front door. The youngest of the three started to unlock the door, while the tallest looked around uncomfortably.

“Y/n, are you sure you want to be here? These things did try to kill you.” Y/n jiggled the key and cursed under his breath when the door didn’t unlock.

“Yes I’m sure. Besides, I’m the one with the key and a general idea of the layout of this place.” Sam tried to peer inside the dark restaurant, only able to see vague outlines. He could’ve sworn that something had moved just out of sight.

“Still…” The lock clicked, and y/n opened up the door.

“Here we go. Welcome to the freakiest place on earth.” Dean whistled as he walked in the door, glancing around at the decrepit pizzeria.

“Damn, who did they hire to make this place?” Y/n slipped by his dad and started to make his way to the security office. The time on his watch read 11:55.

“Doesn’t matter now, let’s find out what’s going on here and get out.” The three headed towards the security office, and y/n couldn’t help but feel like something was watching them. Perhaps it was just paranoia.

Sam glanced around warily, the restaurant setting off creep factor alarms in his head. “So the article said that five kids disappeared here, and they were never found but suspected to be murdered. How many animatronics did you say there were?” Y/n shook himself out of his thoughts.

“There were four last night. I didn’t see a fifth one but the waitress said they retired one of them a long time ago.” The office was as dimly lit as it was last night. The only sign that y/n had been attacked was a faint bloodstain on the floor. Y/n’s shoulder ached with the memory.

Dean glanced around and turned back towards the exit to the office. “Me and Sam will take a look around, you stay here in the office and watch the cameras.” Y/n went over to the walkie talkie station and grabbed three, handing one to his uncle and his father.

“Alright. Everyone’s walkies should work fine here.” Sam and Dean nodded, headed towards the office door. Dean stopped in the doorway and turned back to y/n.

“Y/n?” The teen looked up at his father.

“Yeah dad?”

“Stay safe.”

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Two hours, and nothing had happened. None of the animatronics were coming near the office and Sam and Dean hadn’t found anything yet. Y/n idly flicked through the cameras, noting where each animatronic was. It unsettled him that they weren’t attacking, but there had to be a reason. Maybe it was because there were other people tonight?

It was on camera 2B that y/n stopped to look. The poster of Freddy was…wrong. That was the best word for it. It was yellow now, and it didn’t have eyes. Y/n could’ve sworn it was a poster of a brown Freddy last time he checked.

Grabbing the walkie, y/n pressed the button and spoke. “Dad? Not sure if this is important but camera 2B caught something odd.” Dean’s voice came crackling through the walkie.

“We’ll go take a look. Everything good there?” Y/n leaned back in the chair and stretched, keeping an eye on camera 2B. Even if it was just the camera malfunctioning, the poster was creepy as hell.

“Yeah, nothing has tried to kill me yet.” Suddenly the screen for the camera started becoming staticky. The words ‘IT’S ME’ began to flash across the screen. There was the sound of a little girl laughing behind y/n. He whirled around only to be hit over the head by a large, yellow hand.

“Y/n? Y/n!” The sound of his father’s voice on the walkie was the last thing y/n heard before he blacked out.

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When he woke up, y/n was in a dark room lit by a single lightbulb. The yellow Freddy stood in the corner of the room, silent and unmoving. He tried to move only to find his wrists and ankles bound to a chair.

“Good to see you awake.” Y/n turned his gaze to the doorway of the room, stifling a shout of surprise when he saw the rabbit animatronic. It was more deteriorated than the others, and the fact it spoke unsettled y/n deeply.

“Who the hell are you?” The yellow rabbit moved into the room, and y/n gagged at the scent that lingered around it. Even from a distance the smell was pungent.

“My name is not important. But I suppose if you must call me anything, a few former employees used to call me a ‘Springtrap’. Not that it’s important now.” The rabbit, Springtrap, circled around y/n. When he came to a stop in front of y/n, Springtrap knelt so he was at eye-level.

“I’m not here to hurt anyone. I’m just trying to find out why the robots tried to kill me.” Springtrap shook its head and tsked.

“I don’t care why you’re here, or what you think you’re going to accomplish, but understand that there are some very delicate plans I’ve made and you’ve forced me to make a move much earlier than expected.” Y/n leaned back away from Springtrap, more to escape the smell than anything.

“So what? You kill me? Have the animatronics rip me apart? They already tried that and it didn’t work.” The raspy laughter from the talking animatronic unsettled y/n. Springtrap stood and walked over to the yellow Freddy, flicking it on the nose.

“You know, I debated it. But you know what they say; if you want it done right you should just do it yourself.” Y/n twisted his wrists, trying to loosen the thick wires that tied him to the chair. All he accomplished was making the skin red and raw. It was just his luck to be stuck in a room with a homicidal robot, wasn’t it?

“So your big plan is what? Be a gross robot bunny and haunt a crappy pizza place?” Springtrap turned around and spread out his arms.

“I’ve only just begun. Once I am done people will flock to me! Think about it; why pass of old age when you can live forever? I may not be much now, but I can assure you it’s only temporary.”

“So why kidnap me? Why not just kill me?” The deteriorating rabbit grabbed y/n’s chin and brought his face closer to the rabbit’s. Y/n swore he saw something in Springtrap’s mouth, almost like a skull. That couldn’t be possible, could it?

“Who would think about buying immortality from me in this state? It would be so much easier if a young, lively entrepreneur offered a solution.” Y/n didn’t understand what the rabbit meant, until it finally clicked in his head. He wasn’t dead because Springtrap needed a living body.

“Oh hell no.” Y/n started tugging harder at the wires binding his wrists, causing them to bleed in his efforts to get free. Springtrap chuckled at his attempts.

“Now now, don’t hurt yourself. And enough talk, I only have limited time to do this.” Springtrap placed his large hands on either side of y/n’s head, closing his eyes to focus. “This might sting a bit, but afterwards there won’t be any pain.” For a moment, nothing happened and y/n was sure that the creepy ass rabbit was making stuff up.

Pain suddenly exploded in y/n’s head, and he screamed. It felt like he was being ripped apart and burned alive, he couldn’t see, couldn’t breath and there was something crawling into his head—

“HEY!”

BANG!

The shotgun shell hit Springtrap’s shoulder, causing him to stumble over. Y/n’s head dropped to his chest, panting hard as his eyes shut.

“Y/n!” Dean kept the shotgun trained on the unmoving animatronic rabbit as Sam ran over to his nephew. The teen was pale and his breathing was shallow now, and the tallest Winchester feared that the rabbit animatronic had done serious damage to his nephew.

“Hey, look at me. Are you alright?” Y/n’s eyes opened slightly and blinked in confusion. It was a long moment before he answered.

“I...I think so.”

“Good. We’re leaving here.” After y/n was freed from the chair, the Winchesters left the pizzeria in a hurry. None of the animatronics bothered them as they left.

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Y/n’s arms stretched above his head as he headed towards the bathroom. It was rather early in the morning, and neither Sam or Dean were awake yet. As soon as the three had gotten back to the motel, y/n had collapsed on one of the beds and slept like a dead man.

After a long hot shower, y/n dressed and turned to the mirror to fix his hair. Couldn’t have it looking like a birds nest. Wiping the fog away from the mirror, y/n’s reflection stared back at him with bright purple eyes.

A grin worked its way across his borrowed face, and the teenager crept out of the bathroom and grabbed the car keys from Dean’s jacket. In just a few minutes, the black Impala was cruising out of the motel parking lot and soon, the town boundaries. In the rear view mirror, the sight of Dean and Sam running out of their room caused a laugh to escape the car thief.

“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.” William Afton (for that was who was in control of y/n’s body) adjusted the Impala’s mirrors and drove on. Just a few hours and he reached his destination.

“RE-OPENING SOON” A sign proclaimed. “CIRCUS BABY’S ENTERTAINMENT AND RENTAL”

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

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Let me know if you think the bad end should have a part two to it!

[insomniacfics]

“Can I get a request? I'd love a fluff fic with Castiel comforting Dean's child after a fight they had with him. Like not any romance but more of a second father figure thing? Pretty please! “ --Anonymous

Sorry. Tumblr app sucks and I was trying to save it in my drafts earlier! But here we go!

The boy stormed out. No older than fifteen and already causing trouble like his father, Dean Winchester.

Castiel sighed, looking to the man who paced anxiously. “Dean--”

“Don’t you be takin’ his side,” Dean snapped. “He could’ve gotten killed!”

“He didn’t,” The ex-angel pointed out. “Dean...Y/N is stubborn, like you. He wanted to prove himself. And he was safe the whole time.”

“Yeah? Well, Sam’s got a broken arm now because of that safety.” Cas gave him a look and Dean sighed. “I just...I don’t know. I think I need time to cool off.”

Cas nodded and left the room, searching for the young Winchester. He listened to the soft sobbing and blinked as he went into Y/N’s room. He found the young man curled on the bed, sniffling and whimpering quietly. “Y/N--”

“Fuck!” He yelped, shooting up and wiping his face. “Cas, please k-knock alright?” Cas said nothing in response as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. Y/N watched the creature sit at the end of his bed and look to him. “You gonna yell too?”

“Not at all. Show me the injury,” Cas ordered. Y/N didn’t move at first then finally lifted up his shirt. A large bruise decorated his side and Cas sighed. “You scared us, you know?”

Y/N nodded, letting Cas work. “I didn’t mean to. Not my fault I’m easy to throw. I’m not like Dad or Uncle Sam or even you, Cas. I’m...tiny.”

Cas smiled. “Not all a bad thing. Dean tells me Sam was rather small up until he was...sixteen? Pictures to prove it. You might grow still.” Y/N pouted at that. Cas chuckled and gave his cheek a light pinch, making the boy groan. “You know how your father is. He wants you safe. But you’re a Winchester and you all seldom listen to reason when innocent people are in danger.” Y/N curled up at that, a small blush tinting his cheeks. “I noticed that boy you saved gave you his number,” Cas added with a smirk.

Y/N blushed brightly and hid his face at that, making the ex-angel laugh softly. Y/N smiled a little before looking to him. “Cas...do you think Dad hates me sometimes?”

“Why would you think that?”

“I’m not like you guys, not meaning the height thing. I’m just...I’m not good at hunting.”

“So? It takes practice, like anything else you’ve learned since birth. Just give yourself time, alright?” Y/N hummed and Cas stood, kissing his head. “Rest. You’ve had an exhausting day.”

Y/N hesitated before finally mumbling, “I love you, Uncle Cas.”

Castiel smiled fondly at that and looked to the boy. “I love you too. Now, sleep. No texting that boy until morning.”

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“You’re good with him.”

“You’re better.”

“He just needs to spend more time with Daddy.”

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[GIFs found on Google, if you know the OP tell me and I’ll credit.]

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“It hurts dad...”

“I know pumpkin, but I need you to stay focused, okay? You need to stay awake. It won’t hurt anymore soon, I promise.”

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“Happy birthday daddy!”

“Thank you pumpkin. You’re the best.”

“You taught me to be.”

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“Thank you dad... See you in some years... I love you. Remember that.”

“I will Y/N.”

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“Why is that so complicated? It wasn’t so complicated before.”

“It’s alright Dean, you just... Well, I guess we will start over and try to not miss any button.”