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Klarion: HELLO MY DEAR 🥰🥰🥰 Would you like to cause chaos with me my beloved? 😚😚😚

Y/n: I actually have some homework but maybe later-

Klarion:

(Thank u @gib-vinegar for the image 😚😚😚)

Reader x  Logan

Requested by @crazyfreckledginger

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Logan sighed as you hopped out of the mobile home, screeching the van to a halt. “In the car or I put you in the trunk.“

“No!” You snapped, groaning when your foul mood caused a downpour of rain.

“Come on kid, we both know the school is better than on the road with me.” Logan sighed in relief when you climbed back in.

“You’re gonna be alone on the road if I go to school.” You muttered and he glanced at you.

“I’ll deal with it.” He muttered gruffly.

Y/n: *sighs* I wish I had a guy who liked me a lot 😔😔😔

Klarion hearing this from y/n’s vents:

“Hands off my little sibling, you hear me?” Dally warned Sodapop after watching him wrap his arm around your waist. Wasn’t long after that your brother’s hand was on your arm and yanking you away. Soda lightly laughed while you rolled your eyes and broke off.

“It’s getting old, Dally.” You walked back over to your boyfriend and let him take your hand.

“What? I’m still your big brother, I’ve gotta protect you!” He defended himself and you chuckled fairly dramatically.

“From Soda? He’s harmless!” You shoved him in the arm and he quickly wrapped both his arms around you as a trap, leaving you to squeal. “Ahh! Sodapop Curtis, what are you doing?!”

“Who’s harmless now?” He joked with you while everyone around began to watch the show, until he started giving you a dozen kisses on the cheek.

“Aw, get a room!” Two-Bit groaned and the rest agreed, antagonizing you by throwing napkins and food wrappers at you and booing.

“You’d better be a gentleman, Soda. I’m warning you.” Dally intimidated with a single finger pointing in his face and you swatted it away. “Watch it, kid.”

Klarion: *smiles at y/n*

Y/n: *smiles back *

Klarion:

Not Interested

Fandom: DC (YJ)

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: “Can you please do a (young justice) Klarion imagine where he has a secret wife(reader) and they’ve been married for like 10 years and they have children, and then the team and the league find out when in a battle with Klarion, one of his children is just like: daddy! And the team and the league is so shocked?”

Pairing(s): Klarion x Reader

Requested? YES by Anon

Klarion didn’t want to be here. If he knew to side with the light meant that it would be nothing but annoying battles he would have thought twice before joining. The Justice League and the Team of brats were getting on his nerves with every fight and today was one of the worst because it was near his home.

When it seemed to be no end in sight Klarion decided it was time to end it Klarion called Teekl to his side ready to finish this in one fail swoop — even if the Light wanted these stupid heroes alive. Before he could, however, he heard the smallest voice at the edge of the battlefield call out.

“Daddy?” 

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𝗞𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻: I bet you would look positively 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 grasping at my sheets

𝗬/𝗻: for the last time klair I’m not putting your sheets on your bed for you. You’re what? A thousand? Do it yourself.

𝗞𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻: FINE

Klarion, Y/n, Dick Grayson, Garfield Logan: Bonding

Imagine - Klarion x Reader: Shrouded romance

Imagine:

Going Dark

   You were a descendent of a Lord of Chaos, inheriting the powers but not the love of chaos and carnage, but this always meant that you had grown up a little differently. People feared you and what you could do, they avoided you in the hallway all because you always had your faithful serpent familiar by your side and would talk to it, and you knew what they were all thinking about you.

   They all thought that you were a villain in the making.

   Which was why you had been so excited to join the Team!

   To fight alongside heroes, to make new friends who probably faced the same discrimnation as you, but right from the moment that they were told what you were, all hopes of new friends and a new chance at life were washed away. Apparently, they had their own experiences with a Lord of Chaos and no matter how many times that you would tell them that you were related to one, it seemed as though that you could never change their minds.

     Then Jaime came into your life.

    Jaime, who was always so kind and welcoming to you from the very start, and Jaime who was the very first to offer you the hand of friendship for once in your life. You’ve never had a crush on someone before, sure there were little attractions here and there, but the feeling that Jaime gave you was different.

    You felt accepted with him, like you could always be yourself around him, and that was a huge thing for you.

    Which is why today was such a huge day for you because you were finally going to tell Jaime about your feelings!

    “Hisss.” Your serpent familiar, Omar, flicked it’s forked tongue at you.

    “He’s not going to stand me up, he’d never do that!” You protested as you soon began to gently rub the scales under his chin gently with your finger, “You worry too much.”

    He rolled his eyes and continued to further wrap himself around your shoulders, laying his head upon your right shoulder. Soon, silence began to settle in the Cave’s living room as you waited excitedly for Jaime to arrive.

    Still, there was a feeling of anxiousness that overcame you as half-an-hour soon passed and Jaime was still nowhere to be in sight. Your once bright smile had long since faltered into a frown as you hung your head heavily in disappointment.

     “Maybe…he isn’t coming.” You muttered, already feeling your heart shattering into a million pieces.

      However, you soon became excited when you heard the sounds of approaching footsteps and perked up to see Jaime Reyes himself walking over to you.

    “Jaime!” You exclaimed happily, running towards him. Jaime sent you an awkward smile, “Hey, (Y/n)!”

    You then attempted to try and hug him, only for him to back away slowly from you, once more making your smile falter.

   “Is…something wrong?” You asked him in concern. 

   He bit his lip and looked out of the corner of his eye, almost as if he were trying to find the right words to say something.

    “I…I know why you wanted to see me.” He finally said. You blinked dumbfoundedly and felt your cheeks heat up, “Y-you do?”

    “Yeah,” He nodded his head and nervously began to scratch the back of his neck, “I know that you like me and all that and…well…”

   “Yeah?” You asked him brightly, taking a step closer to him as you stared into his eyes.

   “(Y/n)…” He sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder, making your smile grow wider and your heart flutter.

    “I don’t feel that way about you.”

     “JAIME, I KNEW IT-” You were about to hug him once more until you realized what he just said, “Wait…w-what?”

    It hurt him to see that hopeful look in your (e/c) eyes shatter before him and he swore that he could hear the sound of your heart shattering into a million pieces. Your familiar hissed at him, even attempting to take a bite out of him.

    “(Y/n), I know that you must be upset, but…I just see you as a friend.” Jaime explained before tilting his head at you, “You understand, right?”

    You felt a sharp pain in your eyes, salty tears forming at the corners of your eyes before you finally sniffed and attempted to wipe them away with your sleeve.

    “Uh…yeah,” You nodded, your voice cracked and your brows furrowed as you looked down at the ground, “Yeah, I get it.”

    “Are you sure-” He was cut off by an alarm that soon began to ring all around the Cave, both you and him looking around in alertness as members of the team began pouring throughout the doors and hallways as Nightwing and Zatanna appeared and began to explain the mission.

    “Klarion,” Zatanna scowled bitterly, “He’s attacking Happy Harbour.”

    Klarion, that Lord of Chaos that they had dealt with before, the very name sent chills down your spine. Nightwing turned to look at the Team, “Everyone, to the bio-ship, we’ll hold him off as Zatanna calls Dr. Fate.”

     Everyone, including you, nodded in understanding and began to take off to the bio-ship.

    “Wait,” Zatanna said, stopping everyone in their tracks.

    They all turned around to face her but you really didn’t like how her azure eyes glared into your (e/c) ones.

     “Not (Y/n),” She ordered, “Who knows what could happen if they meet Klarion?”

     You stared at Zatanna in disbelief as your snake once more let out a defensive hiss that only you could understand the meaning behind, “Yeah, Aasil is right! I’ve read the files, if you guys are going against Klarion, you’ll want to fight fire with fire, right?”

   “Yeah but what if you end up becoming a Lord of Chaos, too?” Tim asked from behind you.

    You turned around to look at Tim as well as the rest of the Team, uncomfortable looks and skeptical glares were shared amongst the Team before they all stared at you. All of their eyes on you, judging you as they always did made you feel small and unsure, seeing the look of distrust in their eyes.

     “Well?” Tim questioned, taking a step towards you.

     You felt hurt, honestly as Aasil’s beady serpent eyes narrowed at the raven-haired boy.

     Hadn’t you proven yourself to them already?

     You knew that they distrusted you but you hadn’t known that it was this bad.

     Did they really not know you?

     Not know that you’d do anything to earn their trust, respect, and friendship.

     “Robin, please,” Jaime frowned as he walked past Tim and over to you, “Look, (Y/n), maybe it is best that you sit out this mission, okay? After all, you’re probably pretty unstable right now after…well, what just happened.”

     You couldn’t believe it.

    Not only did your Team not trust you but even your best friend, or who you thought you could trust even though he did reject you, didn’t even have faith in you. You glared at Jaime for a bit before staring at everyone else, their expressions totally obvious about how they felt about you this moment. Your felt your hands tighten into hands in anger as the pupils of your eyes became as slit as a snake’s, a forked tongue flicking from your mouth angrily as your face contorted into a an odd humanoid-reptilian face while you backed up from all of them.

    “You all trusst me that much, huh?” You growled, dragging out your ‘s’, “Well, you’ll sssee! You’ll all ssee! I’m going to go after Klarion myssself!”

     “(Y/n), I said-” Zatanna was cut off, a (f/c) portal opening up from behind you as you slowly walked into, your snake-like eyes still glaring at your ‘Team’.

     Jaime ran to try and stop you but the portal had already closed, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion and guilt.

     “See? We could never have trusted them.” Tim pointed out.

     Jaime frowned when hearing that but he didn’t say anything.

     “C’mon, we’ve gotta get there to stop (Y/n) before Klarion hurts them!” Jaime ordered, his Blue Beetle suit now covering his face as he began to run towards the bio-ship.

     “Or before they join him.” Wondergirl muttered under her breath.

     Yes…quite a trustworthy team you had.

     Meanwhile, your portal reopened into the downtown part of Happy Harbour, and you were greeted by the sight of flaming buildings as well as upside cars and hysterically screaming people who frantically ran in various directions and you were pretty sure you saw a giant demonic tabby cat prowling around, too. Your face, now back to normal, was now contorted into a worried frown as you soon began to regret your decision.

    Especially when you felt a powerful aura of magic hit you, it was dark and powerful and…exactly just like yours.

    Looking up to the sky, you saw the infamous Klarion the Witch Boy himself floating into the sky as red magic was glowing brightly from his hands and cackling happily as he looked at the many fleeting citizens below him.

     Aasil let out a worried hiss.

    “Not you, too.” You frowned, looking to your side at him.

    He only looked up at you, a pleading look in his eyes.

    You rolled your eyes and groaned, “Why doesn’t anyone trust me with anything?”

     Against your better judgement, you soon began to make yourself fly in the air at the exact same altitude as Klarion as you kept your eyes trained on him. He seemed to be rather enraptured in the chaos that he was causing to pay attention to you.

    “Uh, um…H-Hey!” You shouted as loudly as you could, cursing yourself for stuttering.

    Klarion stiffened a bit and sorta stood there as if unsure that someone was calling his name.

    “Yeah, you!” You shouted, more loudly this time.

     The dark-haired boy turned around, his onyx eyes now locking onto your (e/c) eyes, making you get into a defensive stance.

     “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” You asked, (f/c) magic now starting to glow from your hands as your familiar gave him a warning hiss.

    Looks like Aasil was on your side.

    Instead of fighting you or lashing out like how the files said he would, Klarion had a bright smile on his face as he saw you.

     “(Y/N)!?” He beamed happily.

    Before he knew it, he teleported right in front of you and you were unknowingly trapped into a tight hug. Despite his twig-like figure, he was surprisingly strong. You tried to fight him before you felt his hands soon grab you by the shoulders and pull you away from his slightly.

    “Look at you! You’re all grown up!” He exclaimed happily before looking at your snake, “and you found a familiar! Perfect!”

     Not only were you confused as hell but you also couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia hit you like a freight train.

    “I-I’m sorry…do I know you?” You frowned, flying back from him slightly.

    “Probably not, you were quite young when we first met,” Klarion hummed as he continued to fly around you as if taking your appearance, “I still remember when your father had told me that he was going to have a kid, at first I thought he was crazy but then again, aren’t us Lords of Chaos known to be crazy?”

    You scowled at him, your eyes still never leaving him.

    “I’m not a Lord of Chaos.” You protested, crossing your arms over your chest.

     “Of course, you’re not!” Klarion exclaimed, “At least, not yet. That’s why I’m so happy to find you! Before Nabu struck your father down, he wanted me to try and find you! However, all those stupid goodie-goodie magic users like Constantine and Zatara combined their powers to hide you away. But here you are now!”

    You stared at him a bit in disbelief, “W-wait, what?”

    Klarion took note of the look of utter perplexity on your face and let out a shrill cackle, “Well, of course, Silly! You and I are the same, after all, on the inside.”

     Your mind was swirling with so many thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed that you two had flown onto the ground until you felt your feet hit the concrete floor. The sound of low rumbling made you look up to see the demonic cat from earlier now prowling from behind Klarion, making you gasp softly in shock as you began to back away from you.

    Klarion raised an eyebrow and turned to look around at the cat, only to smile at it and then at you.

    “Aw, don’t be scared, (Y/n). It’s just my familiar.” Klarion explained, snapping his fingers.

    You watched as red magic began to surround it and soon shrunk it down to a normal sized cat, which now ran over to you and nuzzled between your legs. You couldn’t believe what you were witnessing nor what you were hearing. Even Aasil was at a loss for words…or, well, hisses.

    “I’ve got a lot to teach you, don’t I?” Klarion hummed, tapping his nail thoughtfully to his chin, “Oh well, I’m sure Vandal wouldn’t mind another Lord of Chaos on our side!”

    He then grabbed your hand, which you quickly snatched away from him and held it close to your chest.

    “I-I’m not a Lord of Chaosss!” You protested angrilly, once more your face contorting into slightly reptilian features, and a forked tongue flicking from your lips. Klarion looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure about that? Because if you aren’t a Lord of Chaos, then what are you?”

    “I’m a-” but he cut you off before you could finish, “Don’t even say a hero, (Y/n). I can tell you’ve gotten hurt recently. Could it be because of those so-called ‘teammates’ of yours. The ones who didn’t trust you?”

     Your jaw dropped at his words as your features reverted themselves back into your more human-looking self, “How did you-”

     “How did I know that you wanted to originally fight me to prove a point? How did I know that you were just rejected and casted out all in the same day?” Klarion continued to walk towards you, “How did I know that you’ve felt lonely you’re entire life? That you wanted to be accepted?”

     Your throat was dry as he listed off everything you were thinking exactly, tears welling up in your eyes at the awful memories. Of all the judgmental looks, of all the feelings of crushing loneliness and pain you had become so accustomed too, and the feeling of heartbreak that you had just felt today.

    Tim, Zatanna, Jaime, and everyone else. All of their suspicious and accusing stares now became evident and vivid in your head as you felt heavy tears starting to fall from your eyes and the ability to stand leaving you as the crushing memories of pain and sadness force you to your knees.

    “Come with me,” Klarion offered softly as he extended his hand towards you, Teekl swiftly jumping and curling around his shoulders, “I know a place where people like us can fit in, where we can tear down this world and create a new one.”

     You looked up at him, a helpless and vulnerable look in your (e/c) eyes, and you stared at his pale hand.

     “R…really?” You asked him, your hand hesitantly reached for his.

     Aasil hissed a warning towards you, quickly moving from your shoulders and wrapping himself around your arm as if trying to beg you to think about what you were doing.

     “Aw, cute, you’re familiar’s worried about you. However, I think I’d be the least of your worries right now.” Klarion hummed and soon you heard the sound of something landing.

     Looking behind you, you saw the bio-ship and your teammates pouring out from it and completely spacing out on the position that you were in.

    “(Y/n)!” Jaime shouted, about to run over to you.

    Robin used his staff to block him, the Boy Wonder sending a fierce glare at you.

    “I knew it,” He growled as you looked to see that your hand was nearly touching Klarion’s hand that you were still on your knees, “I knew that you would betray us!”

    You stared at him in shock before standing up.

    “Betray you?” You repeated as you stood up onto your feet and stared at all of them, “I betrayed you?! Don’t act so high and mighty with me, Timothy Drake! You’ve all betrayed me time and time again! By doubting my loyalty! By never even giving me a chance in the first place!”

    Your (e/c) eyes then settled onto Jaime, “By daring to break my heart and continuing to call yourself my ‘friend’ only to work against me!”

    Klarion only gave you an amused smile, “Ooh, drama.”

    “(Y/n)-” Jaime spoke in a pleading voice.

    “You know, if you all are going to assume that I’ll become a villain right off the bat, then give me one chance not to disappoint all of you!” You growled, your face once more demonically contorted as your snake-like eyes began to glow a very vivid shade of (e/c) as did your hands.

     You then held your hands in front of you, a fast and violent (f/c) beam soon shot out and targeted your former teammates. They barely were able to jump out of the way as you sent the bio-ship flying back 10 feet into the air.

    And you know what?   It felt good.

   Much so that you soon began to start cackling, it was soft and quiet at first but eventually, it became hysteric and maniacal as you now had a crazed look in your eyes, for once in your life, you actually enjoyed the look that they were giving you.

    Their fear and surprise was absolutely amazing and satisfying for you to see.

    “C’mon, (Y/n), I think Vandal would be very pleased that you’ve finally come to the winning side!” Klarion hummed happily, opening a red portal for you to go through.

    You looked over your shoulder to stare at him before finally looking back at your old team, especially Jaime, who looked as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing right in front of him.

     “Well, guys, I hope you’re all happy! I became the villain you wanted me to be!” You giggled madly as you leaned your head onto Aasil’s before turning around and happily striding through the portal.

    Klarion watched as you walked through it before glancing over at your former team members.

    “You have no idea who you just lost,” He grinned smugly before he and his own familiar entered the portal after you.

    Not before letting out a maniacal cackle that echoed even after the portal was closed.

    “W-what just happened?” Beast Boy stammered, breathing heavily as he was still in shock about the fact that you actually tried to kill them.

     “(Y/n) just went dark.” Tim growled.

    “No,” Jaime shook his head as he sadly looked at the spot that you had been standing, “We made them go dark…

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Request by Anonymous (1): Could you please do a klarion x scarlet witch reader?? I think it would be a cool dynamic since they both have chaos magic! Also your stories are really good!

Request by Anonymous (2): Can you do a Klarion imagine where the reader is his secret wife and they have children and the light find out one day when they’re having a meeting and one of Klarion’s children are just like: daddy! And the light is shocked? And can you add a part where the young justice team find out when they’re spying on Klarion and the reader comes up to him and kisses him with the child hugging his legs or something? Sorry if that was way too much your writing is just too amazing!😅 ❤️

It didn’t turn out as good as I had wanted it too be but I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Not Another Cinderella Story: Chapter 1 (Loki x F!Reader)

Summary: Running from her duties as princess of Asgard, the reader crashes into a stranger in the woods and as he cleans her wounds he shares his hardships. They device a elaborate ruse to help them both get what they want: Loki is freed from being a slave to his father; the reader gets the freedom she has always desired. What happens after they get their ‘happily ever after’ though is anyone’s guess and they must navigate the minefield of their fake marriage together or risk the entire plan falling apart entirely. 

Notes: I’m back with a new Loki fic, my second Cinderella AU because I can’t leave the idea alone! Please let me know what you think and share it around if you enjoy what you read; every comment and reblog helps! 

Words: 3169

The wind raged around you, twisting the branches of the trees to breaking point. The eerie creaking filled the air, barely drowned out by the heavy strides of your horse on the hard soil ground. The gale slapped your face like your father’s words, a harsh reminder of the duties you were shirking by running away, but you didn’t care.

Loose branches scratched at your cheeks, marred the skin your servants had spent years trying to protect from the harsh realities of life. A dark pleasure filled your chest at the thought of their horror when they found you, no doubt dragged back to the palace under armed guards, with your perfect hair as wild and disarrayed as the undergrowth on the forest floor, your silk skirt shredded and dried blood dripping from your temples.

Bitterness swirled in your heart. If you weren’t the only daughter of the king, if you weren’t the key to securing the kingdom of Asgard’s future, this could have been your life. How wonderful it would be to be free, to ride through the outer territories and fight the elements, to scramble for your survival and actually do something for yourself. To feel something yourself, rather than be forced to parade around with a painted smile and hide your true desires for the betterment of your people.

You had lived in a bubble for your entire life, safe and pretty but trapped in the illusion of perfection. Never permitted to express your emotions, forced to bury them deep in the cold recesses of your mind until they ate away at your will to carry on, left you the empty, pliable shell of a princess that every kingdom needed to marry off and ensure their continuation.

Even now, your emotions sat dormant inside of you, locked away and out of reach. All save for anger and resentment, which had grown so strong that they permeated each cell of your body, flowed like a dark blood through your veins and drove your bid for freedom like its own creature desperately seeking a way to escape the confines of ‘princess’.

The red sun shone brightly through the thick trees, casting a fiery glow across the path on which you rode. A warning from the gods, perhaps. Or maybe it was a guiding light, a temptation from the devil, leading you to a crossroads for the chance to change your life forever. Would he offer you the freedom you desired? What cost would he demand? It was irrelevant; you would take it regardless.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t at first notice the shadowed figure in the distance. Birgir cantered on at full speed towards the stranger, as focused on his escape as you. Only as you came close enough to separate his dark hair from the shadows that surrounded him did you yank on the reins, a harsh string of curses falling from your lips as you tumbled off the saddle and crashed straight into a thick oak tree.

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Blood Bath

Castiel x Child!Reader

A/N: There will be a part two to this sometime this week (hopefully)

Summary: Sam and Dean call Cas when they find you in a vampire nest, drained of your blood.

Warnings: mentions of torture, near-death, mention of death, blood

Word count: 982

Machetes and flashlights in each hand, the brothers stuck close together for protection as they moved throughout the storage house, leaving drops of blood from the decapitated vampires in the room besides them. “Hear that?” Dean asked, his eyes darting back and forth throughout the hallway.

“No?” Sam replied, looking behind him cautiously. “I think that’s all of them.”

“Dude, you seriously don’t hear that?” Dean turned to his brother, arching an eyebrow at him. “It sounds like chains rattling,”

 “You think somebody is being held hostage?” The taller hunter asked, immediately returning to his fighting stance. “We’ve checked every room.”

“Not that one,” Dean mumbled, pointing the flashlight at the end of the very hall. Both brothers shuffled their way to the door, observing the scratch marks on the sides along with blood splatters across the walls. “They didn’t want somebody going in,” He said, fiddling with all the locks that lined the door. 

“Or they didn’t want somebody coming out.” Sam muttered, pulling out his pistol and aiming it at the locks, shooting each one. Dean pushed open the door and slowly walked down the stairs, keeping his flashlight trained on the darkness in front of him. “Sam,” He whispered, pointing to you.

You were too weak to say anything let alone move, so you weren’t even able to protect yourself from these strange men. “Dean, she’s just a kid, man.” The tall man bent down beside you, frowning when your muscles tensed. “We’re not here to hurt you, its okay. I’m Sam and this is my brother, Dean.”

Dean tried to pull the restraints off your legs, but there was no way he was going to get them off without shooting near your foot, and he didn’t want to risk it. “They’ve been feeding on her,” Sam observed, noticing your pale face and prominent bones. “We need Cas, she’s not going to be able to walk.”

Pulling out his phone, Dean quickly pressed the call button on his best friends contact, pressing the device to his ear. “Cas!” Dean called once he picked up. “We need you man, we found a girl and she’s drained, it…it’s bad.”

You tried to sit up and get away but the taller one lightly pressed on your shoulders to make you lay back down. “We won’t hurt you, we’re here to help.” 

Shaking your head, you tightly gripped onto your holey shirt, sniffling quietly. “No, no, no. Please don’t cry,” Sam whispered. “It’s okay, we’re not those monsters.”

Your eyes drifted to the bloodied machete that was resting besides him, then to his face, only just noticing the blood splatters all across his neck and cheek. “Pl-ease,” You cried, hot salty tears freely falling from your eyes.

“We’re the good guys,” Sam assured, pushing his machete away from him. “Look, no fangs,” He lifted up his lip, revealing pink gums but no fangs like you had been seeing for the past month. 

Relaxing slightly, you breathed in and out. “Cas said he’s going to meet us at the bunker,” Dean finally said, tucking his phone away. “We’re going to get you help, okay? We need you to trust us.”

Sam’s arms slowly pushed underneath you, making sure you were okay with being carried. Other than tensing up and shaking out of fear, you didn’t try to thrash against his hold, so Sam quickly lifted you up. “Let’s go,”

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