No But To Be Serious Guys I Didnt Expect That Movie To Be That Kind Of Good. I Expected Great Fights.

Please I need this

Nervous Little Thing

IMAGINE: Tim’s been through a lot during his time at NCIS. He’s been stabbed, shot at, attacked by a dog, even almost got blown up a few times. Safe to say, he can get a little paranoid at times. All it takes is a little reminder that the two of you are perfectly ok. WORD COUNT: 572 WARNINGS: Not gonna lie, Tim might sound like a psychopath at one point. Author’s Note: Had a little writer’s block but I decided to release another sappy feel-good piece. Hope y’all like it!

He sat nervously at his desk, constantly looking over his shoulder as if you would magically appear out of nowhere. Usually he’d be in bed by now reading a book but that’s when you’d be next to him, snoring away like a NASCAR engine.

It wasn’t normal for you to come home this late. Tim was used to coming home to you playing some of his video games wearing one of his baggy MIT shirts.

Imagine his surprise when he walked in at around 7:02, an hour after he was supposed to clock out of work, you were nowhere to be found.

“Don’t freak out,” mumbled Tim, sparing a single glance at his watch. The hands that read 9:47 seemed to taunt him as they slowly marched along the face.

There had to be a reasonable explanation why you weren’t back yet. There was a reason why you hadn’t texted him at all today warning him you would be late coming home. There was a reason you weren’t back and he hadn’t heard at all from you.

But from past experience, Tim couldn’t fight this feeling that he had to drop everything he was doing and find you. It wouldn’t take long to track your sim card and-

He heard the lock creaking in the hallway, the tell-tale sound of someone coming in. The door slowly swung open as you struggled to pull out your key.

“I’m home,” you called out into the apartment. Your bag slipped from your shoulder during your struggle, the weight of it pulling you to the floor. “Timmy, a little help please?”

No sooner after you called for him, the agent was at your side taking your bag with a worried grunt. He carried it over to the table, leaving you to strip your jacket in peace. For the moment. It wasn’t long before he returned, already looking for answers.

“Hey you all right?” Tim asked you. “It’s a bit late ain’t it?”

“I am fine Timmy,” you promised, pressing a kiss to his nose. “I just had a long day at the office, that’s all.”

His hands captured your face, holding you in place as he returned the favor. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I just get worried, y’know? You could get hurt and-”

Before he could continue his rambling, you put your hands over his, shushing his rambling.

“Tim.”

“(Your Name),” Tim sighed.

Something about the way the two of you held each other, he could relax knowing you were ok. You were with him. Home. Safe.

Feeling him ease up, you nodded towards the bedroom. It had been a long day for the two of you. Nothing that an hour or two of cuddling and some takeout couldn’t fix.

“I’ll order your favorite and we can watch (Choice of Fantasy Movie) in our underwear,” you offered.

Tim couldn’t help but chuckle, stealing another kiss before letting you go.

“That sounds amazing. You’ve got 5 minutes to call it in before I steal you away,” he teased.

“Promise?” You called out, already dialing in the number.

It’s no secret that Timothy McGee could get a little anxious at times. What he’s had to experience at work doesn’t help. He can’t help it when his fears get the better of him.

But at the end of the day, he knows that you’ll be there with him. For better or for worse. And that’s something to look forward to.

Katryn you had to know this was coming at some point I assume BUT you know we need THAT pledging fealty scene with Tovar 👀👀

I love you for this. Oh boy. Here we go. I'm saving my favorites for the last few days of the prompt week. ICONIC. I loved this scene so much I’ve worked it into Footprints...don’t look at me. This is like 2100 words...IT GOT AWAY FROM ME. @thewaythisis gif credit

Pairing: Tovar x Reader Warnings: mild domestic abuse, language, SMUUUUUT, for those of you who haven't seen Outlander I will try to give you enough context that you're not looking at this like 'WTF KATRYN???' [Completed Prompts] [Tovar Prompt Info]

You hadn't spoken to him in days. Riding in silence with the rest of the company while they moved between tiny towns and worn down villages. A week ago you had tried to escape, back to your own time, back to the fae circle of stones that lay beyond the mountain range in the middle of the desert. Only his majesty’s royal guard had gotten in your way, taken you prisoner, and William and his men had to risk a lot to get you back. You had been so close.

It was easy to see why the rest of the company was mad at you, going silent when you tried to join their circle at meal times, talking in hushed tones as you walked passed. That you could accept. What you couldn’t accept was what happened afterwards.

“Come on,” Tovar said in a gruff tone that he rarely used with you any more. He grabbed your upper arm tightly and turned you towards the stairs of the inn.

“What is it?” you asked, suddenly concerned as the rest of the men watched him march you to the bedroom you shared. He let go of you as soon as the door bolted behind him.

“Now, I take no pleasure in this, hermosa, but it is my duty as your husband,” he said, careful to keep his eyes off of you as he slid his belt off of his waist slowly. The worn leather folded in half easily and he nodded to your legs. “Lift your dress, and let’s get on with it.”

“Wait,” you said, eyes going wide as your heart began to race, You moved to the other side of the bed, putting the large piece of furniture between you and him. “Wait a minute--Pero, I said I was ‘sorry’--”

“I know you did. But that doesn’t matter much. You put all of us in danger and now none of William’s men trust you--”

“Well, that’s not my fault--”

“Hermosa…”

“You think I wanted to get captured?? To put you all in danger to come rescue me??”

“If you would just listen to me, we wouldn’t be in this!” He finally lost a bit of his composure and clenched his fists. “But you never listen! And why should you? You’re just my wife--”

“Your wife? You mean your property!” you spat back at him and moved a few more steps back. “I’m just a woman, is that it? And it doesn’t care what I think as long as I realize that you own me?”

“Do not speak to me that way--”

“You’re a brute! And a fucking sadist--”

“If any of William’s crew did something like that, he would take him out in the courtyard and black his eye, making sure they knew not to do it again. It’s a bit different with you, but maybe you’ll remember every time you sit down--”

“You are not going to put your hands on me, Pero Tovar,” you grit your teeth and pointed at him, moving a step back as he started towards you.

“It’ll be over quick--”

“I’ll scream--”

“Considering you never stop talking, that doesn’t surprise me--”

True to his word, it was over much faster than you thought it would be--but you didn’t make it easy for him. You may have left the room the next morning with a bruised ass and ego, but Tovar left it with a split lip. However, just like he had predicted, the rest of the men’s attitude towards you had changed back to what it used to be. As you wrapped your cloak around your shoulders and came down to breakfast, one of them handed you a bowl of porridge and a hot cup of tea.

“Here, m’lady, have a seat with us.” He offered kindly and you felt your face grow hot.

“I’ll stand, thank you,” you said, feeling your backside sting at the thought of sitting on the wooden stool. A roar of laughter came from the rest of them and you took your breakfast back to your room.  

--

Days later, you sat in your room by the fire, looking into the flames and realizing that although the pain was gone and the bruises faded, you hated Pero Tovar for his actions. And what hurt most of all was that you weren’t sure if you could ever forgive him.

That night you all had some to a halt under the stars and after a quiet meal around the campfire, you retired to your tent alone. When you heard Tovar’s boots approaching, you turned over in your bedroll and pretended to be asleep.

Pero took his time, taking off each piece of his armor and pouring a little water from his canteen into his hand to wash his face. He paused and looked at you and finally let out a heavy sigh. “I know you’re awake, hermosa.”

You didn’t answer him.

“Is this how it’s going to be then?” he asked and you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, feeling like a child. “I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s new.” Your tone was bitter, angry, and you could see from his shadow on the canvas wall that it made him flinch.

He swallowed hard and rubbed his jaw, ignoring your jab at his intelligence. “Wives obey their husbands.” His voice was calm, speaking slow and plainly like he wanted each word to be understood. “And it’s a husband’s duty to discipline them when they don’t--it was like that for my father and his father and his father before that--” He sat on the edge of the bedroll and looked at you, waiting for you to turn and look over your shoulder at him. “Maybe it has to be different for us?”

You sat up slowly, letting the blanket slip down your shoulders as he leaned over and took the dagger out of the sheath on his armor. He turned to you and held it carefully by the blade, offering you the handle with his head bowed. His intention was unclear, but he moved to one knee as if he was waiting for you to knight him.

“I swear by my dagger,” he took a shaky breath and held it tightly, looking at your lap. “You may think I have no honor as a mercenary, but I swear on all that I have, hermosa, that I will never lay a hand on you again. I give you my loyalty and protection, my trust and my devotion, and if I ever go back on my promise I hope that the blade I hold finds its way through my chest.”

You took the dagger from him gently and looked at it, turning it slowly in your hand before looking back at him. When you were silent for a few moments, he looked up, his face carefully made of stone, but his eyes were worried.

“Do you not want me anymore, corazón?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you wish to live apart?”

“That should be what I want…” you said, tone matching his in the dark of the tent. “But it’s not.” You reached forward and cupped his face, rubbing your thumb along his bearded jaw. At your touch he let out a shaky breath and turned his head in your hand to kiss your palm.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed quietly. He kissed his way up your wrist, then your arm, whispering his apologies and sweet nothings across your skin as he made his way to your lips and crawled onto the furs with you. “I want you. I want you so badly I can barely breathe,” he admitted and you felt yourself break out in goosebumps. “Will you have me? Will you have me, mi corazón?”

“Yes,” you whispered against his mouth as you pushed his shirt from his shoulders. “Yes, I’ll have you.”

He pulled your shift over your head in one fluid motion. His rough hands gripped at your soft body as he kicked off his trousers and tried to lay you back but you put your hands firmly on his chest. He allowed you to push him onto his back and climb on top of him. You kissed him hard, tongue tasting and teeth biting as you felt him start to harden under you, raising to your knees so he could reach between your bodies and line himself up.

As much as you were reluctant to admit it, you truly had missed him these last few days. Having him inside of you once again was a comfort to both of you that you hadn’t realized had become so important. Falling through time felt like eons ago, instead of the few short weeks it had been, but having Tovar in your arms felt like you had waited for one another for millennia.  

He groaned as he bottomed out inside of you and threw your head back in ecstasy. His fingers dug into your hips as you started to rock against him and you looked down. The dagger had fallen off to the side and you leaned over grabbing it by the handle only to shove it up against his throat. You didn’t press, it wasn’t harming him in any way, but the cold steel made him pause his thrusts and look up at you with wide eyes.

“Hermosa?” he asked, swallowing hard and eyeing the blade before looking up at you in awe.

“Listen to me carefully, Pero Tovar,” you said, using his full name as you started to gently roll your hips against him. You panted as your heart raced and the nails of your free hand dug into his chest. “If you ever put a hand on me again, this dagger won’t pierce your chest on it’s own--I’ll cut your heart out myself. Do you understand?”

He let out a heavy breath as he thrust up inside of you and nodded.

“I didn’t hear that,” you said, moving the blade just enough to make him hiss.

“Yes,” he looked up at you and his eyes were ablaze with more passion than you think you had ever seen from him. “Yes I understand.” He growled as you tossed the dagger to the side and allowed him to roll you onto your back and thrust hard against you. “You’re still mine, hermosa?” he said, as he leaned down to kiss and bite at your neck.

“Yes…” You put your hands in his hair and gripped it. The feeling of his cock hitting the end of you was enough to make you arch against him with a groan. When he leaned down to take as much of your breast into his mouth as he could and suck firmly at your nipple, you whispered lovingly against the shell of his ear. “And you are mine.”

--

Tovar’s arm tightened around you gently and you hummed happily as he nibbled the spot under your ear. His breath was warm against your skin and you pressed yourself back tightly against him, seeking the warmth of his body in the chilly night air.

“What’s a sadist?” he asked quietly.

“What?” you laughed and looked over your shoulder at him.

“You called me a ‘fucking sadist’?” he said with a grin and rested his chin on your arm.

“Oh,” you giggled and laid your head back on the pillow. “It means someone who gains sexual pleasure from harming others.”

“You don’t think very highly of me, do you?” he chuckled, releasing his grip enough so you could turn in his arms. “Can’t say I blame you. I was a bit of a brute.”

You touched his face gently, tracing his jaw, then down along his bottom lip and finally to the dimple of his chin. He closed his eyes gently and pulled you closer. You paused your ministrations when you noticed a rather large mark on where his neck met his shoulders--you’d left a pretty prominent hickey on his tanned skin.

“Was I too rough?” you asked and he ginned, already knowing without looking what you were talking about.

“No,” he huffed. “When you bed a vixen, you expect to be bitten.”

“A vixen?” you asked with a laugh as he leaned in and nosed your chin up so he could nip at your own neck. “Pero!”

“Come here and bite me some more,” he said, delighting in the way the feel of his mustache made you continue to laugh. For the rest of his days, or as long as you would let him, he vowed to only make the sweetest of sounds come from your lips.

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MASTER LIST

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Voodoo Doll

The Twilight Saga

Paul Lahote

The Fun Process of Imprinting

DC Comics

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Save Me

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Hope

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

Comfort

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

It’s Ok

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Yeah, That Happened

Peter (Pietro) Maximoff/Quicksilver

Like Music?

Pitch Perfect

Pieter Krämer

Opposites Aca-Attract

Slashers

Ghostface

Don’t Scream

NCIS

Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Content

Agent Timothy McGee

Nervous Little Thing

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

Voodoo Doll

Imagine: Dean Winchester doesn’t believe that he can truly fall in love with someone. Even after catching up with you, an ex-hunter, he can’t help but deny his growing feelings as some magical sham. He can’t care for someone as he does you, right? Word Count: 5k

I don't even like you, why d'you want to go and make me feel this way?  And I don't understand what's happened, I keep saying things I never say.

"What is she doing here?" Dean asked Sam. He sent his brother a quick glare as you waved in their direction before returning to the bookshelves.

"Y/N offered to help us with this case," Sam told his brother. "Be grateful; she flew in yesterday. Give her a break."

The two silenced themselves as you approached them. You grinned stupidly as you proudly held up a pile of books. "I got those books you asked for Sammy," you declared, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your (Eye Color) eyes.

Why are you still here talking to us? Dean thought. Sammy and I need to get going on this case. You're distracting m- us. You're distracting us.

"His name is Sam," Dean told you sternly. "Ever thought of using it?"

Rolling your eyes, you shot the hunter a grin. "Like you're one to follow rules, Winchester," you joked. Adjusting your coat, you glance out the shop's large windows. The snow was falling at a faster pace than it was before.

"I better head back to the airport," you informed the younger brother. "If I don't leave now, I'll be stuck in town with you morons until the planes are ready to go. Good luck with that 'test' loser."

You struggled to give Sam a hug. He laughed as you tried to wrap your arms around his midsection.

"You aren't even trying," he teased, watching as you groaned in frustration. Your grunts turned into squeals as Sam picked you up.

Rolling his eyes, Dean watched the two of you giggle with glee as you both messed around in the shop. People passing by ‘awwed' at your cuteness as you continued to act like fools.

"Are you guys done?" Asked the older Winchester as he looked away from the scene. Something about it left a foul taste in his mouth.

"Aww, someone mad I'm not giving him any love?" You teased cheekily. Sam let go of you, allowing you to approach Dean. You opened your arms wide and gestured to him. "Want a hug?"

"Pft, no!" Dean stated, crossing his arms. Unfazed by his rejection, you got your arms around Dean. The hunter could feel himself growing warm as you smiled up at him.

"Don't deny it, you love it when I hug you."

No, I absolutely despise it, I- Does your hair always smell this good? Dean thought.

Rolling his eyes, the eldest Winchester brother tried pushing you away. "Don't you have to be someplace?" He asked you.

With wide eyes, you pulled away. "Right! I have to get home!" Sam cleared his throat, catching your attention.

"I think you're a little late for that Y/N," he told you as he watched the heavy snowfall. "Snow's getting bad out there. I'm sure the airport's shut down by now."

The hunter glanced at the almost hidden Impala and grimaced. "Even the car's going to be a hassle today."

Dean scoffed at the thought of his baby being left out in the cold. But even he had to admit getting the vehicle out of the snow would be a pain in the ass.

The car quickly left his mind when he focused on you.

You had started to pout once you realized you couldn't leave town. It made Dean's chest hurt as he watched you try to come up with a backup plan.

"I think we got room for one more in the motel, Sammy. What do you think?" Dean asked his brother.

Your eyes quickly lit up as you looked between the two brothers. "You're serious?" You ask, crossing your fingers hopefully.

As Dean looks to Sam, he pretends to sigh as if he already regretted the suggestion. "If you don't like it, I can always change my-" The hunter struggled to catch you as you launched yourself at him.

"You guys are lifesavers!" You exclaimed as you did the same to Sam. The tallest of the brothers was more prepared as he caught you with ease. Dean tried to not pay attention to this.

Instead, he shrugged as if it was nothing before heading towards the shop's exit.

"Don't thank us yet. You still have to choose who you want to bunk with. We only got two beds."

I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen. I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me.

"How much longer do we have to stay in this crap town?" Groaned Dean. "It's been like a week and a half dude. I don't like it!"

The brothers had headed out to the local bar. The roads that led out of town were covered with ice. The locals told them it would be a death sentence if they even attempted to leave. Seeing as they already wrapped up the hunt a day prior (Vampire was imitating both a demon and a spirit) the Winchesters hit the town.

You had stayed back at the motel as you weren't feeling too well. Dean was reluctant to leave you by yourself, but you insisted. Now and then, he caught himself looking at the empty chair beside him.

"I'm an ex-hunter," you had told him. "I think I know how to take care of myself Dean-o."

"It's been four days, Dean," Sam chastised. "Besides, the weather forecast says it should be over by Friday. We just got to wait a day." The long-haired man chuckled as he took a swig of beer.

"Besides," he quickly added. "I don't think you'd mind much. You seem to be having fun sharing a bed with Y/N."

"What... What did you just say?" Dean struggled to ask.

Usually, if his brother said something that was in some manner of insulting, the hunter would verbally assault his ass until Sam didn't know what hit him. This time, however, the man was caught off guard.

"You heard me," Sam replied. "You like sharing a bed with Y/N."

"Do not!" Dean shot back.

Even as the words left his mouth, the hunter glanced around the small bar. He didn't want you to hear.

Wait, what the hell am I doing? Dean asked himself. You're not even here and you're still causing me trouble Y/N!

The bartender heard the Winchester's outburst and silently approached the two like a shark in bloody waters. She offered a flirty smile as her ruby red lips parted to reveal pearl-like teeth.

"Can I get you boys anything else?" She asked, looking towards Dean. The sibling smiled at her, nodding.

"Just a beer, please," he asked politely.

"Nothing else, hot stuff?" She asked, quickly batting her eyelashes at the hunter. Raising his finger, Dean fingered through the menu he still had.

It took him an extra second before he quietly set the laminated sheet down. "I'll have the seasoned fries," Dean told the girl. "With extra ketchup." Turning to his brother, he asked if he wanted anything. Sam shook his head slowly as he eyed Dean curiously.

"That'll be it, sweetheart," the hunter told the girl, giving her a small smile.

The bartender scoffed as she wrote everything down. Sending him a glare, she stalked into the kitchen and yelled at the cook to start up the fryer.

"Wow," Sam uttered as he watched his brother casually finish his beer. When Dean didn't respond, he went on. "I can't believe you just dissed that girl!"

"So what, Sammy?" Demanded Dean. "I'm not in the mood for shit like this. And besides, where am I going to take her? Not at the motel!"

"The car," Sam answered. "Her place. Some empty park. The alleyway. The-"

"I get it," his brother snapped. "I just- I'm not interested."

Chills suddenly went up the man's spine as he refused to look at his hand. It tingled painfully as he clenched his fist.

Dean could still feel you, his skin under your hand. It made him crazy not to touch you.

You woke up with a groan. The light of morning shot through the windows as it gently rested across the bed. Feeling a yawn rise, you try to stretch out your arms.

I say try because a certain green-eyed hunter refused to let you.

Glancing down at your waist, you see Dean's arm wrapped around you. Looking over your shoulder, you see said man resting against you peacefully. He looked so relaxed, it would have been a crime to wake him.

That still didn't change the fact that you had to go pee.

"Dean," you whisper. "Dean!" When he didn't budge, you poked his light scruff.

"Dean..." You whined pitifully. "I'm going to piss the bed if you don't get off of me!"

Sam, having just awoken because of your not-so-quiet yelling, had noticed your struggle and woke up his brother for you.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted.

Automatically, the hunter woke up. Using his reflexes, he threw himself over your body and held you close to his chest. His breathing grew erratic as he looked for signs of danger.

Sam couldn't help but laugh as he took in your flushed face. With slow movements, you gently tap Dean's bare bicep.

"Dean, I need you to get up," you tell him gently. He sent you a questioning look, but it quickly dawned on him what position the two of you were in.

Sending you a sheepish smile, Dean released you from his grip. Getting off of the bed, he rubbed the back of his neck.

"So..." He started nervously. "Anyone want burgers for breakfast?"

He touched you. Dean touched you and he loved it. The hunter wasn't exactly sure what to feel about it.

Love seemed like the right term. He didn't hate you. He wasn't disgusted by you. Definitely not.

Ugh, this was high school all over again. Just a big, giant pain in the ass.

"Shut up bitch," Dean sneered.

As much as he wanted to scream and cry, and just have a good old-fashioned fit, he couldn't. It was impossible.

Dean Winchester was inexplicably but deeply in love with you.

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself. I don't wanna stay; I wanna run away, but I'm trapped under your spell.

"Think she has a hex bag or something?" Dean asked Sam.  

The snow cleared up in town, allowing you and the brothers to leave. You were going to continue with your original plans of going back home, but Dean offered you to stay with them.

You ended up quickly agreeing, but only after when they promised to drive you back home to get more of your stuff.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam asked. "You really think Y/N planted a hex bag? Just to make you love her?"

"Would you stop saying that!" Dean barked angrily.

In his burst of anger, he threw the clothes he had into the air. A stray pair of boxers landed on his head as he glared at Sam.

The youngest hunter backed down once he noticed how riled up his brother had gotten. "All right," he quickly stated. "I'll shut up."

Sending him a final scowl, Dean went back to searching his stuff. Clothes were scattered across the room as he went through his stuff.

After a while of finding nothing, Sam piped up once more. "I don't know why you think she planted anything. Y/N's a hunter. She knows better than to-"

He was suddenly cut off by a small object smacking him in the face. Using his reflexes, he caught the item before it fell to the ground.

"What did I tell you?" Dean demanded. With quick movements, he slipped on a fresh shirt before shouldering his way past Sam. Plucking the hex bag out of his hands, the older brother left the room and made his way to the one right next to it.

"Open up Y/N!" The hunter spat as he pounded on the door. It took him several times before it opened. Just as he was about to let all hell loose, Dean noticed what you were wearing.

"What was so important that you couldn't wait until after I finished showering?" You asked him, trying but failing miserably to keep your obvious anger out of your tone. Keeping a tight grip on your towel, you lean against the doorway, ignoring the droplets of water running down your back.

"I um..." Dean trailed off. He glued his eyes to yours as he avoided looking down. "You, uh... Left something in my... You gave me a, um..."

"Oh!" Your eyes lit up as he held up the cloth bag. "You found it! I was going to give it to you in person, but-"

"Wait," Dean cut you off, snapping out of his dazed trance. "You wanted me to know about your little hex bag?"

"Hex bag?" You question. Before he could explain, you laughed. The hunter stood there confused as you held your sides, careful to keep the thin cloth secured around your chest.

"It's... It's not a hex bag!" You told Dean after finishing your laugh. "It's just a poorly wrapped gift." Taking the bag from him, you slowly unwound the leather strap and show him the contents.

A silver bracelet shined under the high-noon sun. It glimmered as you brought it closer to Dean's face as you showed him.

"I got this for you a while back. Sam has one too, but I don't think he found his yet. An old priest had given these to me and I wanted you guys to have them."

"Oh," Dean said sheepishly. "That... That was nice of you." You couldn't help but laugh as you watched the hunter accept the gift.

"Why didn't you check it?" Before he could explain, you shot another question. "Did you really think I planted a curse on you?"

"Well- No! Of course not! It's just- Well, things have been- I don't want to talk about it!" Dean stumbled over his words. He looked as if he wanted to say more, but walked away, back to his room instead.

You watched as he disappeared inside and shut the door. It hurt to see him go, but you shook your head.

He probably had a good reason, right? You ask yourself. Something must've happened and- He's mad. No doubt about it.

With a groan, you shut your own door and return to the bathroom to continue your shower.

It hurts in my head and my heart and my chest, and I'm having trouble catching my breath. Won't you please stop loving me to death?

"How did you dumbasses convince me to come back to this bullshit?" You ask the brothers as you adjust your gear.

Over the years, you learned to wear certain things when going on hunts. The most important thing was to wear thick leather boots with an equally thick jacket. Your weapons rested snugly in their harnesses as you adjusted the knife in your boots.

"It's a mystery to me," said Sam as he chuckled in the passenger's seat. He looked over to his brother. "Got any ideas?"

"No," Dean replied quickly, suddenly focusing on the road. His hands moved soundlessly against the wheel as he pulled into an empty dirt lot.

As he parked the car, you glimpsed silver on his wrist. The sight of it brought a smile to your face.

Sam had shown you his golden one earlier. He loved it. And although Dean hadn't said it, you were sure he did.

"Besides, it's a ghost," Dean told you, adding on to the previous conversation. "It'll be as easy as pie. Nothing special."

With a scoff, you exit the car and head to the trunk. The boys follow you as you pop it open and grab things. "What are you doing?" Sam suddenly questioned you as you slipped rings on your fingers.

"Yeah, we ain't dressing up for anything fancy now," his brother commented. Ignoring their words, you adjust the jewelry.

"Salt filled cartridges are fun and all, so are crowbars. But wouldn't it be nice to physically hit one of these bastards?"

The boys look at each other curiously before staring at your fingers. They both recognize the dark gray metal resting upon your hands. Dean took one of your hands and inspected them. It was hard to hide your red cheeks, but the darkness of the night provided help.

"I will never understand why you would ever stop hunting with ideas like this," he told you quietly.

The blush disappears as you pull your hand out of the hunter's grip. "Is hunting worth losing those close to you?"

You say nothing more after you gather your things. The boys quickly suit up as you make sure everything was ready. They signal you with a quick pump of their shotguns. Sam quickly took the lead as he wandered into the woods.

"So this guy just lured people into his tiny little shack in the middle of nowhere and just killed them?" You asked Dean. You were trying to learn all you could about this last-minute case.

"Yep," the Winchester confirmed. "Sick freak. Rumor has it, he even ate some of his victims."

Shuddering, you glance over your shoulder to look at Sam. He sat in the back of the Impala to catch up on his sleep. Dean quickly asked that you sit next to him in the front.

"Cool, we have a cannibalistic ghost on our hands now. Great," you tell him sarcastically.

"You'll be fine," Dean told you as he pulled into the motel parking lot. Shutting off the car, he looked over to see you were still nervous. With smooth movements, he gently grasped your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Sammy and I,  we're here for you. Don't you forget that."

You kept repeating that in your head as the three of you encountered Franklin in his bedroom.

He had just captured his latest prey from a nearby campsite. You found him hovering over the girl's limp form with a knife in his hand.

Chunks of the poor soul were already gone. Franklin raised his weapon to grab another handful until Sam opened fire. The ghost disappeared, but you all knew it would be back.

You rushed to the girl's side as the brothers started searching the tiny house for something Franklin would be attached to. Your hands fumbled over her throat as you checked for certain marks around her neck.

Bruises in the shape of a chain rested on the skin all around her neck.

"He's got the chain!" You shout to the brothers.

In the report, Franklin used a welded chain to choke out his victims. Police never found said chain, but they suspected it was somewhere near the house. Guess the ghost got it back.

As a hunter, all three of you concluded that Franklin was connected to the linked metal, and that's what was keeping him here.

You could hear noises come from the other rooms, alerting you that the men were trying to draw out Franklin. You knew it wouldn't work.

Just saying considering he was standing right in front of you.

With a roar, Franklin outstretched his arms, his face red as a tomato. Using your reflexes, you ducked under his flailing limbs and aimed for his ribs. The dead farmer howled in pain as the iron contacted his... Well, disembodied spirit.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" He screamed, spinning around to make eye contact with you.

"Y/N?" Both Dean and Sam cried out at the same time. Footsteps rang through the tiny shack as they ran towards the room you were in. Franklin expected this immediately.

Just as the boys were going to come to your rescue, the bedroom door slam shut. A series of items flew in front of it, preventing any entrance. Cries of anguish could be heard from the other side as the Winchester brothers fought to break down the wooden slab.

Franklin turned around with a devilish grin on his face.

"Just you and me now, darling," he croaked out, quickly flashing forward.

"Hang on in there!" Dean shouted at the door. With another heave, he slammed himself against the thick object.

Pain shot through his nerves as he bounced off the slab. A hiss unconsciously left him as he tried again and again.

"We need to find the chain," Sam told his brother, grabbing him by the wrist. His fingers brushed against a warm metal, surprising him greatly. Instead of commenting on it, the youngest Winchester dragged him away.

The two rummaged through the shack, searching for anything that resembled the supposed murder weapon.

"It's not even here, goddammit!" Dean soon screamed, tossing a table across the room. The wood smashed against the wall, just another noise compared to the screeching in the other room. Without another word, he grabbed his .45 and shot at the door.

The bullets embedded themselves in the wood as he fired repeatedly. It wasn't until the soft clicking of the gun told him he ran out of bullets.

"Dean," Sam suddenly caught his attention. "Can you hear that?" Dean sent him a nasty look but listened quietly.

Over the sounds of angry bellowing and broken items, the boys heard you shouting. At first, it made Dean's heart clench until he connected the cries.

"Guys!" A loud crash. "Get the-" There was the sound of glass breaking. It made a horrible noise as it landed on the floor. "Necklace! Find it!"

A loud thump resonated against the door. The brothers knew what Franklin was doing to you. It only made them react faster.

"I think I saw a necklace in the other room!" Sam told his brother.

Not sparing a second, Dean pushed him out of the way and ran down the hallway. The room was a mess from its previous search. A glint of gray caught his eye as he looked over the floor.

"Start a fire, Sam," the hunter demanded as he grabbed the dainty chain. He heard the floorboards being ripped up as he too fumbled for his salt stash. They couldn't stop now. They were so close.

The smell of smoke caught Dean's attention. He looked at the growing bonfire with fury as he fisted the necklace.

"Die you son of a bitch!" He grunted before tossing the jewelry.

You couldn't find the will to scream anymore. It seemed impossible.

Franklin had just finished tossing you around like a rag doll and went in for the kill.

Moonlight flooded the room from the broken window as he hunched over you. His necklace glinted in the light as he leaned in close.

"Guess you're all alone now," he taunted, raising his blade dramatically. Just as he was about to bring it down, it fell out of his grip.

The ghost screamed in pain as he went up in flames. The knife fell beside your head as you looked towards the door.

"Y/N?" One of the boys called out. "You safe?"

Unable to respond, you watch as the door suddenly slammed open, knocking over things that were previously blocking it.

Dean ran in first with Sam right on his heels, his shotgun at the ready for the first sight of danger. He threw it to the side once he saw you were alone and rushed to your side.

"We should have never let you come with us," he told you quietly as he pulled you into his lap. "It wasn't worth it. Almost losing you."

With a cheeky smile, you half-heartedly smacked him in the chest. "I'm glad," you whispered, finding it hard to talk. Screaming took a lot out of you.

"If it wasn't for me, it would've taken you forever to find the necklace. Then you boys would look worse than me." The pain was slowly lulling you to sleep. It was so strong, you closed your eyes.

Dean smiled weakly. He can't help but press a kiss to your forehead. His eyes widened at his action but didn't pull away.

"You missed," you whispered quietly. The hunter barely caught the words, but they were too quiet to fully comprehend.

"What was that?" He asked. But you had already fallen asleep.

"It hurts Sammy," was the first thing you heard.

You tried turning towards the sound of the voice, but it was hard. Your bones felt stiff and your muscles ached with every movement. For now, you settled to listening to the voices.

"What does Dean?" Asked Sammy. The floors creaked as a heavyweight sunk into the bed you rested on.

"Every time I look at her, I can feel this... This indescribable pain in my chest. My head feels heavy and so does my heart. I can't breathe knowing she's like this."

A rough hand took yours and squeezed it gently. The course fingers and smooth palm let you know exactly which Winchester was holding you.

"Dean, it's only been a day. She'll wake up before you know it," Sam tried to console his brother.

"It might have been just a day, but a day is all you need to lose someone," Dean replied softly.

The brothers sigh. By now, you know that the two of them are shaking their heads hoping you won't succumb to their darkest thoughts. You would be okay.

Silence filled the room like a thick fog.

Neither Dean nor Sam made a noise. The only thing that alerted you of their continuous presence was the older Winchester's soothing grip.

Sam found the stillness to be rather deafening. Slowly clearing his throat, the hunter excused himself from his brother, quickly stating that he needed to pick up groceries before leaving. Soon it was just you and Dean.

You found your muscles slowly unclenching as you focused on Dean's touch.

"You don't know how badly I want to call you stupid Y/N," the hunter mumbled. "But I can't. Because I know your reasons were honest, and I appreciate that."

His breaths came out sharply as he tried gasping for air.

"I don't know what you've been doing to me but it's killing me to see you this way. I've..." The Winchester wheezed as the grip on your hand tightened. It quickly released once it grew too painful.

"It's hard to pretend I'm strong and all that when you're here, reminding me I could've done something. Something that would have prevented this. And I didn't."

Dean goes into a rant, complaining that it was his fault he let you join him and his brother and how he was an idiot to let himself get so close to you. It broke your heart to hear him put himself down, but it also brought you small hope.

He cared much more than he let on.

Ending his tirade, Dean sighed as he gave your hand a last squeeze before letting go. "I got to grab some things from Baby. Be right back."

Warm breath gently fanned your face, throwing you off for a second. Then it hit you.

Dean's lips pressed themselves against your forehead. They lingered a second longer than he liked, but you didn't mind. Pulling away, you repeated the words you told him a night ago.

"You missed," you mumbled cheekily, opening your eyes to little slits. You watch as Dean looked at you with a frozen expression, unsure what to do now.

"Y-you're... You're awake!" He stuttered. "You didn't- You were sleeping the entire time, right?"

"You missed Winchester," you repeat, ignoring his question. "How many times are you going to miss?"

"W-what?" Dean asked, still taken aback of your sudden awakening.

Rolling your eyes, you struggle to sit up. Seeing this, the hunter made a move to help you, but you pause. With a small grunt, you prop yourself against the headboard before looking up at Dean.

"These," you gesture, tapping your mouth, "are my lips. Do I need to put a sign so you don't miss them?"

Dean still looks confused, making you roll your eyes and grabbing the collar of his coat. Pulling him down, you slam your mouth against his.

At first, the hunter's unsure at the sudden contact. Seeing that he hadn't yet responded, you go to pull away until he had gently cupped your face and returned the favor.

The strong taste of whiskey filled your mouth as Dean softly kissed you back. Things grew heated as you tugged at him to pull off his jacket. He slowly pulled back with a chuckle.

"Calm down, you feisty thing," Dean teased. "You're still healing. Can't risk you hurting yourself again."

He presses another kiss to your forehead as he smirked cheekily. "You'll be the death of me, Winchester," you told him, leaning back into the motel bedsheets.

"I could say the same about you, babe," he replied.