I just read through the post you reblogged about signs of abuse and went "oh." My life suddenly makes more sense. I'm going to save it and show it to my therapist.
I’m so sorry. I saw so much of myself there, too.
Your are worthy of love and deserve to be happy. You are enough, no matter what your abusers tried to make you believe.
Ok so I have a couple tbh but one that immediately pops to mind occasionally is based on this:
Where basically 2 cousins have been running around hunting and keep bumping into the Winchesters. The cousins are in perfect sync hunting, antagonize/flirt with the Winchesters constantly, and travel in a van life refurbished Volkswagen van. (Yes, the Winchesters bump into them in a tub like that too lol)
They sorta match really well with the Winchesters but for some reason Dean doesn't get along with his but eventually that does get resolved. There is SOME angst but the girls don't go through the cycle of constant manaangst the boys do and make comments to each other about the shit going on with the Winchesters.
Fear gripped your body, froze your muscles, locked up your tongue. Warm blood trickled down your stomach before it oozed, spreading out to your flannel. Your hands could do little to stop the inevitable. Finding your voice, you croaked out, “Sam... Sam?”
It was a question, a pleading that he would be close. Your toes felt cold and the outline of your vision went fuzzy. The sound of his name was an echo in your mind as your voice quit working, all sound fading out with the last bit of light hitting your pupils.
Your eyes closed to darkness.
And then they opened in darkness.
And they adjusted. Your racing heart slowed, your ears picked up on the sounds of soft breathing beside you.
It had been a nightmare.
You rolled onto your side, scooted over to lay your head on Sam’s chest and tuck your arm around his side. Close was never close enough after a nightmare.
Sam stirred awake, adjusting his arms to envelope you.
“Another bad dream?” he whispered.
“Mhm.” You nodded into his side and sighed. “I can’t seem to shake them. I need like a... like a big net or something to catch them and get them out of my head.”
“I could make a charmed dream catcher,” Sam said, sleep weighing heavy on his voice, “Think I read about that somewhere...” His voice trailed off.
You smiled, cuddling closer. “I forget you’re basically a witch.”
A weak mhm came from Sam’s mouth as he drifted back to sleep. You followed shortly, comforted by the anticipation of having your nightmares captured before they ever reached your sleeping mind.
I just want to thank you guys for doing this event. I've struggled with a severe case of writer's block all summer, so it was a thrill when I saw the list of prompts and felt inspiration strike. I've finished two prompts already, hoping to do all of them, but trying not to push myself. So, again, thanks a million. 💜
You're very welcome. We're always happy to hear about people's stories and how the event motivates them. We wish you good luck on staying productive and are looking forward to your whumptober fills :)