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  Fandom:
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      &_You, John_Winchester_&_You, Castiel/You, Lucifer/You, Bobby_&_You, Jo
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      shrink_(sort_of), disgust, Omen_-_Freeform, Underage_cannibalism, WTF,
      Bite, Paranoia, tragic_ending, scratches, Mask, Unintentional_Incest,
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      whisper, Cold, legend, Missing, Bleeding, Beast_-_Freeform, Ritual
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      Published: 2017-10-01 Completed: 2017-10-31 Chapters: 31/31 Words: 12098
****** Supernatural Horror ******
by fromacloset, Sweetie_T
Summary
     Horror drabbles each starring you and one or more Supernatural
     characters. These are not fluffy!
     NO HAPPY ENDINGS (I usually insist on writing sweet, fluffy, happy,
     satisfying endings. These stories will not have any of that.)
     Some AU, some graphic, some just creepy. One every day during the
     month of October.
     Enjoy!
Notes
     Borrowed this challenge from Tumblr. (By horrificmemes)
     31 Horrific Days v2 [October Writing Challenge]
     Here is a Version 2 of the earlier October Writing Challenge, with
     one prompt per day for the month of October. This time around, the
     prompts are vague and open to a ton of interpretation
     1 Poisoned- Dean
     2 Cage- Sam
     3 Insects- Charlie
     4 Buried- Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby
     5 Trees- John
     6 Photographs- Castiel
     7 Trespassing- Sam, Dean
     8 Basement- Lucifer
     9 Eyes- Bobby
     10 Growling- Jo
     11 Obsession- Chuck
     12 Passenger- Baby
     13 Disgust- Sam
     14 Omen- Chuck
     15 Bite- Lucifer, Lilith
     16 Paranoia- Sam, Dean
     17 Scratching- Crowley
     18 Mask- Dean, John
     19 Hovering- Charlie
     20 Silent- Death
     21 Secret- Jo
     22 Hunger- Sam
     23 Forgotten- Castiel
     24 Candlelight- Jody
     25 Whisper- Lucifer
     26 Cold- John
     27 Legend- Castiel
     28 Missing- Gabriel, everyone
     29 Bleeding- Dean
     30 Beast- Chuck
     31 Ritual
***** Poisoned- Dean *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
"You know how much I love you, right?" Dean asked, his voice tight.
You glanced up, your mouth crammed with apple pie. He was being so weird
tonight.
Dean himself had baked the pie for dessert, something he had never done before.
You had given him a beaming grin when you saw how delicious it looked. But, now
that you thought about it, he hadn't smiled back. He hadn't smiled all day,
actually. Something had to be wrong.
Swallowing another mouthful of sweet pastry, you felt your stomach sink.
"Dean, what is it?" You asked, your throat closing with fear.
It was almost as if your question gave him permission to let go of the flood of
emotions he was guarding so closely. His jaw clenched and tears started
streaming down his face. "I love you so damn much, Y/N."
Your heart twinged with... Wait... Your stomach was twinging now too. And your
head.
"I don't feel so..." Before you could complete your thought your stomach
twisted inside out and what felt like a gallon of blood bubbled out from
between your lips. Your vomiting paused just long enough for you to gasp his
name.
He held you, his shirt getting soaked with all the blood that was escaping your
body. Now your nose was bleeding, your eyes, your gums. Your stomach was still
rebelling, this time from both ends.
Dean held you close, cradled gently to his chest.
The last thing you heard before the sweet embrace of death finally claimed you
was your true love whispering...
"Please forgive me, Y/N... I had no choice..."
***** Cage- Sam *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
It was your anniversary. You had officially been with Sam a full year now.
You still remembered your first date.
You had been so excited. The sexy, sweet bartender from work that you had been
crushing on for months had finally asked you to dinner. You spent ages on your
makeup, got your hair done, bought a new dress.
He brought you your favorite flowers. You had Italian at a nice restaurant and
afterwards you both kicked off your shoes and slow danced in his living room to
Sinatra.
He held you close and smiled disarmingly at you and when he said he would never
let you go you thought it was the most romantic thing you had ever heard.
If only you had known what he really meant. You would have never had that last
glass of wine. You wouldn't have lost consciousness and woken up here, in his
basement, your new home a wire cage barely big enough for you to turn around
in.
You heard the front door open. You heard their voices and you knew what was
coming. He put on Sinatra.
And the worst part was how excited you were. You felt bad, of course, but your
lonely heart ached for this.
You heard the faint clink of wine glasses and gazed fondly at where your
anniversary present sat.
On the wall directly across from you, the brand new cage, open wide and waiting
for her.
***** Insects- Charlie *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Your big sister trembled as she held you close. Everyone else was already dead.
Everyone.
You held her tight.
"It's okay, sis." You said, half-heartedly.
"How is this okay? We're about to be... to be..." She couldn't bring herself to
finish.
You both knew what was coming. You had watched everyone you loved succumb, one
by one. It was too horrific to even think about.
You could hear them pressing against the door to the closet. The last space on
earth that was not overrun.
Suddenly Charlie stopped trembling. "We're really not getting out of this one,
are we?" She whispered.
You shook your head, hot silent tears streaming down your face. Your sister sat
up and dug in her bag. She had nearly forgotten the gun was there, it was
useless against them, after all.
She smiled sadly. "We're not dying like that."
You nodded, catching on and totally on board with her plan. She checked and
there were exactly two bullets left. She closed her eyes and took a deep
breath.
"You first." You said quickly before she could make the decision herself.
She shook her head at you. "No, Y/N..."
You put a hand on her red hair. "You've protected me for months. I'm not going
to let you watch me die now."
She closed her eyes and nodded, the tears slipping down her face now too.
She looked at you, her brown eyes deadly serious. "Close your eyes and plug
your ears. Take care of yourself right after." She pressed her forehead to
yours for an instant and then turned to the door, screaming, "Peace, Out,
Bitches!"
You closed your eyes and plugged your ears. When it was over you reached for
the gun. The first few were now inside and you started to panic. You took a
deep breath, put the weapon to your temple, and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
You tried again and again before furiously throwing the gun to the ground. You
clung helplessly to your sister's lifeless corpse.
It took you hours of agony to die. The very last human on earth. Slowly eaten
alive by ants.
***** Buried- Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
You had always hated burials. It just seemed so wrong, covering someone up with
tons of dirt. Cruel, somehow. Even if the person were dead.
You stood next to Bobby and tried not to fidget. Whose funeral was this, again?
You couldn't remember. They seemed never ending these days.
Castiel was muttering something over the casket. Sam and Dean were trying not
to cry. Obviously the decedent was someone special to everyone. Was it Garth?
Jody?
Your pondering was interrupted by the guys lining up with... was that your
favorite flower? Huh. Small world. They each tossed one in and spent a moment
saying goodbye.
As your turn approached you began to feel self-conscious. You didn't have a
flower for the mystery corpse.
Bobby was in front of you and as he finished up his goodbyes and tossed the
flower in you took your place beside the casket.
You looked inside and caught a glimpse of your favorite dress, of all things,
before glancing up... at your own dead face.
 
You gasped and woke in the darkness, relief flooding you. What an awful
nightmare.
And then you heard it... a shovelful of dirt landing on the lid of your coffin.
***** Trees- John *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     This one was so hard to write! I grew up in the PNW so trees have
     always meant home and comfort. Figured something out just in time!
     Enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
John had suggested the Pacific Northwest. It was a rainforest, he said. A
temperate rainforest, with all the food, shelter and clean water a person could
want. You just had to know how to get it. You had found some gas and a clear
stretch of road, almost like a divine hand was guiding you. That's how you
ended up here, somewhere deep in the middle of the Oregon woods.
You had met John months ago by chance, he had saved you from a Croat that had
cornered you while you were on a supply run. Knocked his head clean off with a
razor-wire baseball bat.
You were stuck to him like glue ever since. You made your way together all the
way from Kansas, hitchhiking, stealing food, siphoning gas and hot wiring
cars... These were desperate times, you did what you had to.
The first time you saw the forest you thought you were in a storybook. The
thick, endless trees, threaded with rushing rivers and trickling streams,
bushes loaded with berries, prey everywhere you looked. And, best part of all,
no Croats.
The two of you had built a small shelter, hunted, cooked your food. Lived in
peace for the first time since you could remember. You should have known it was
too good to be true.
Before you knew it they were there. The victims of the Croatoan virus.
Thankfully it was autumn and the underbrush was brittle so their footsteps gave
you advanced notice of their arrival.
John helped you up a tree and he followed. And you two perched for two days in
the refuge of the trees, watching them destroy your camp and the life you had
made before finally losing interest and moving on.
This strategy had worked wonderfully, the canopy of the trees sheltering you
countless times until five days ago. It had snowed overnight and when you woke
they were already upon you, their footsteps muffled in the dark. John had
helped you up a giant pine and then he succumbed beneath a crowd of teeth and
claws.
And now he gazed up at you, desperately, longingly. His infected eyes enraged
and shot through, his skin drawn and sallow. You barely recognized him as your
brave protector from only days before.
And suddenly the trees, having been your refuge, your salvation, your promise
of hope had turned sharp and cold. A prison of frosty branches and brittle
needles. A world of desolate bounty, of lush famine.
Your heart shattered as you felt yourself reach your limits. You were starving.
You were exhausted. And you were desperately homesick for a world that could
never exist again.
It seemed the trees had one last role to play...
They would now serve as your tomb.
***** Photographs- Castiel *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Ever since you were born you had an angel on your shoulder. At least that was
what your grandmother had called it. In every picture ever taken of you there
was a blur of light just over your shoulder.
Friends of yours who noticed thought it was creepy, but you never got a bad
feeling from the images. You actually started praying to your angel now and
then when things would get bad.
You never imagined you'd actually meet him. But one day you were mugged on the
way home, and the perp didn't want your money. He wanted to hurt you.
You prayed more frantically than ever before and when you opened your eyes
there he was... Castiel, your guardian angel.
You were instantly besotted with him, and him with you. He said he 'intended to
court you' and you began a sweet, slow relationship that, while less physical
than you were used to, was more intense than anything you had ever known.
He took you to dinner, to the movies, to concerts and museums and dancing. It
was a whirlwind romance and you felt yourself falling for him. Hard.
He took you to the Golden Gate Bridge and wrapped you, warm in his coat against
the wind. A very nice old lady offered to take your picture, and you gave her
your phone to do so.
After a long day of wandering the wharf and riding trolley cars you were
finally unwinding in the hotel room. You were perusing the photos on your phone
and you stopped on the one of you and Cas, your very first together. Your brow
crinkled at the smudge of light above your shoulder.
"Cas... can you look at this for me?" He moved from his twin bed to yours.
You showed him the photo and indicated the light above your shoulder. He
visibly paled.
"It's always been there. I just assumed it was you." You said, puzzled before
realizing he was completely terrified. You had never seen anything make him
react like that. "What's wrong, Castiel?"
He focused intently on something over your shoulder, his eyes more horrified
than you had ever seen. "That mark was never me. It was always him."
The last sound you would ever hear was the snarl of the creature from your
recurring childhood nightmares, coming from just over your shoulder.
***** Trespassing- Sam and Dean *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     Im really sorry, this one turned out to have a (kinda) happy ending.
     But you still die! :-)
You woke up in your bed to sounds in your house. Voices. Two men, murmuring
indistinctly from the direction of your living room. You crept down the stairs
and you saw them, one very tall with long brown hair, the other shorter but
still much bigger than you. They were holding guns.
You screamed at them- how dare they come into your house and threaten you with
guns? You made a movement toward them and the shorter one shot you.
...
You woke up in your bed to sounds in your house. Frantic sounds, panicked
voices. You came down the stairs. Two men, one very tall and one very angry.
They were in your house! This was YOUR house. You ran toward them and slammed
into a wall where there was no wall. You looked down to see a line of salt at
your feet. The taller man swung a crowbar at you, you braced for impact.
...
You woke up in your bed to sounds in your house. Two gruff voices, nearly
yelling at one another. You stomped down the stairs, angry at their audacity.
How dare they come into your house? The taller man held a crowbar. The shorter
man was pouring a jar of ashes into your fireplace. Your locket fell out of the
jar. Your favorite locket. You'd worn it every day of your life. Every day
until...
The man tossed in a match and the fire whooshed to life.
...
You woke up in your bed to sounds in your house. The sounds of your children.
You ran down the stairs. They fell into your arms. You were home again at last.
***** Basement- Lucifer *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     I am twisted.
     Carry on.
Luc was the sweetest, most gentle man you had ever met. He made you laugh and
he cuddled you when you were sick. You always caught him gazing at you like you
were his whole world. He tried not to argue with you and he had never raised
his voice to you... except once.
When you first moved in he warned you never to go in the basement. It was your
very first clue something was not quite right. Truthfully, you kind of thought
he was kidding.
And then one day a fuse blew and you offered to fix it. And suddenly your
husband was a different person, a monster. "I fucking TOLD you, you don't EVER
go down there. You understand me, Y/N?" You gaped at him in shock, his voice
booming and angry, you had never heard it like that before.
That night he had apologized to you, and had made sweet, gentle love to you for
hours. He had even cried a little, ashamed that he had frightened you. But he
still told you the basement was off limits.
You thought it was weird but you let it go. Luc had acted like his perfectly
sweet, gentle, normal self ever since.
And then one evening he was staying late at work. You turned off the ever-
present old show tunes he seemed to love (he even played them at night) and
were reading and enjoying the silence. Until it wasn't so silent anymore.
"Hello?" A voice, faint, terrified and drifting from the heating register. You
thought you were imagining it until you heard it again. "Hello? Please! Help
me, please..."
Your blood ran cold as you realized... that voice was coming from the basement.
Tears sprang to your eyes. Your husband was not who you thought he was. The
funny, generous, kind and loving man you had decided to share your life with
was...
"Please! I know he's gone, please... God, help me..." The voice began to weep
hysterically.
You were frozen with grief. How could you have been so blind? Why didn't you
push the issue harder and go downstairs months ago? Maybe then you would have
found out in time. Found out before...
You allowed yourself a single shuddering sob, just one. Before flicking the
music back on and returning to the magazine resting on your tremendously
swollen belly, reading an article about the best toys for baby, an age-by-age
guide.
***** Eyes- Bobby *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
You had your father's eyes. Everyone who had known Bobby before he died said
so. You could even see it yourself. Whenever you looked in the mirror you could
see him looking back at you. Ever the hero, the gentle protector, the crusader
of all things righteous.
You fucking hated it.
You had your father's eyes. But you had your mother's cold demon heart.
Sometimes it was almost funny, your victims trusted you instantly and all it
took was flashing them your charming green Bobby gaze. They were always shocked
when you started cutting them up.
Just like your father had been when you started on him.
You had your father's eyes, alright. You kept them, sealed tight and
marinating, in a jar of embalming fluid on your nightstand, right next to your
lamp.
Your favorite trophy from your very first kill.
***** Growling- Jo *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     This one is kind of subtle. I think this scenario would be
     terrifying.
Jo said she would be right back. She knew you were afraid of the storm. It
wasn't that the power had gone out and everything was dark, that never bothered
you. You couldn't tell the difference anyway. It was that you couldn't hear
what was around you.
You buried your fingers in the soft scruff of your German shepherd Ash. He was
the most docile creature you had ever known. You had never heard him bark
unless he was warning you to pay attention. He had never, ever since you got
him when he was a year and a half old, growled. He was vigilant on duty, taking
his role as your eyes very seriously. And off duty he was just a big teddy
bear.
Jo had loved him the instant you brought him home. Very often he would end up
in bed between you at night. You enjoyed cuddling your girlfriend but you could
never agree on who got to be the middle spoon, you both wanted to cuddle Ash.
So most of the time he got the middle.
Speaking of Jo... She had said she would be right back. She was running out to
the local pizza place for dinner. It wasn't far, she should have been back an
hour ago. The thunder crashed and the rain pounded. Your mind began playing
tricks on you. You could have sworn you heard footsteps, and you could almost
smell melted cheese and pepperoni.
But if Jo had come back she would have said she was home. And Ash would have
run to greet her, or at least his tail would have wagged. Instead he was
pressed tight to your leg, you could have sworn he was even shivering a bit. It
must be the storm, it made everything seem ominous.
And then you smelled her. Wood polish and gun powder. Unmistakably Jo. Her
scent wafted, strong from behind you.
Your hands on Ash' fur began vibrating. Through the clamor of the storm it took
you a moment before you realized what was happening...
For the first time in his entire life... your guide dog was growling.
***** Obsession- Chuck *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     This one got away from me, it's pretty long. Also, the ending is
     creepy but not totally horrible.
     This chapter dedicated to fromacloset❤️!
Chuck was the sweetest, hottest, funniest guy you'd ever met. For months since
you started at your job he had been the object of your every waking fantasy,
your every dream. You spent an obscene amount of time imagining how his scruffy
face would feel on various parts of your naked body. Just the thought of his
impossibly blue eyes could make your heart race.
So when he asked you to dinner one Friday afternoon he had to repeat himself
twice before you realized you weren't dreaming this time. He was asking you
out! You eventually pieced together a string of words that he correctly
interpreted to mean "Hell to the YES!" You made plans to meet the following
evening at a restaurant that turned out to be a mutual favorite.
You spent all morning getting ready, starting over, getting ready again until
you finally ended up in your original outfit. You were so nervous you were
afraid you might throw up.
You walked down to the restaurant a bit early, too excited to stay home another
minute. To your surprise, he was already there! His eyes crinkled as his face
split into a grin and your knees felt wobbly as you joined him at the table. He
pulled out a chair for you and scooted you in.
"Y/N... I, uh... I have to say, I'm really happy you said yes... Or, whatever
that was you mumbled that meant yes." He fidgeted some with his napkin. God, he
was so cute when he was nervous.
You smiled at him and sipped your drink. You didn't remember ordering it, but
it was your favorite. "To tell you the truth... I've been hoping you would ask
me for months." You could feel your face flush with your confession.
He looked down at his hands and smiled before bringing his gaze back up to
yours. You could feel your breath catch as his blue eyes stared deeply into
your own.
The moment was interrupted with the server bringing your food. You knew you
definitely did NOT order any food, you would have remembered. But it was
strangely your favorite dish, just the way you liked it prepared.
You thought this was odd but then Chuck got a spot of mustard on his beard and
blushed adorably when you used your napkin to wipe it off and you completely
forgot to question it.
The evening went perfectly. Chuck was a bit flustered now and then but he was
passionate and intelligent and when you got him going on certain subjects he
was eloquent and compelling. You couldn't really recall anything you had said,
but you hoped he held you in the same regard.
 
He walked you back toward your house and stopped at the neighboring building,
inviting you up to his place. You were neighbors! You were so excited. You said
something about having breakfast together and you and Chuck both blushed
charmingly at the unintended double entendre.
When he let you into his cozy apartment you saw his living room window faced
yours. Tonight was just one delightful coincidence after another. He brought
you a glass of your favorite alcoholic beverage, and turned on your favorite
romantic music. You had to pinch yourself when his back was turned to make sure
you still weren't dreaming.
 
Turns out his scruff felt amazing over every inch of you. So did his fingers
and tongue and... other parts of him. By the time you two fell asleep you had
'christened' every surface of his bathroom, kitchen, living room and bedroom.
You woke up in the morning to sounds of him in the shower, singing your
favorite love song at the top of his voice. God, could he be more adorable?
You weren't really sure where your clothes had ended up last night, so you
decided to put on one of his work shirts, planning on buttoning it
strategically so you could hopefully entice him into round two... Or,
actually... round five.
You opened the door to his closet and the room began to spin around you. Were
you dreaming again? For an instant you thought there was a mirror in his
closet, but you weren't wearing that dress right now. You weren't wearing
anything. And then you realized it was a large photo of yourself surrounded by
dozens of smaller ones. Your school photos, every year since kindergarten. Your
driver's license photos, all of them. The mugshot from the one time you were
arrested during a peaceful protest. Snapshots of you in your car, ordering
coffee, at the grocery store, talking to your neighbor, kissing a date last New
Year's, wrapped in a towel after a shower.
You looked down and recognized several items you had thrown out over the last
year. A broken mug, an old toothbrush, a used cardboard coffee cup with a
lipstick stain on it, old magazines, receipts, grocery lists, empty tubes of
deodorant.
And then there were the notebooks. Each labeled with a date. You opened the
latest one at random and suddenly you were reading a detailed account of your
morning routine one Thursday.
A hand touched your naked shoulder, and a bearded mouth nuzzled your neck.
"So..." He chuckled nervously. "You found my secret..." He swallowed audibly.
"Uhm... What do you think?"
You turned in his arms and looked at him.
A little smirk ghosted over your lips as you thought about the closet in your
bedroom, filled with pictures of him.
You put your arms around his shoulders. "Not bad... I can't wait to show you
mine."
***** Passenger- Baby *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     Dean too, for like a paragraph.
The guy was a moron, just like the rest. He had spent all night staring at your
boobs and when he finally got you back to his sweet ride and was working on
unlocking her it was ridiculously easy to find a big rock and smash his skull
in. Now she was yours, keys and all.
The plan was to run her through her paces before swinging back to your
neighborhood to have her stripped for parts and score enough cash to keep you
flying for days.
Apparently, she had other ideas.
She ran like a dream until you had her wide open on the highway. You were
seeing how hard you could push her and you had her up to 120 when she decided
to slam on her brakes and spin out. You weren't an idiot, you fastened the belt
when you got in, but for some reason it picked that moment to come unhooked.
 
You came to, wiping the blood out of your face, your skull pounding and the
window next to your head busted up, but still solid. You buckled up again and
decided you'd had enough fun for one evening. Either you were more wasted than
you thought or this damn car was haunted.
You drove her careful now, headed back to your neighborhood. You slowed to stop
at a red light... but all of a sudden she was gunning it through. You narrowly
missed being creamed by a delivery truck. You smashed on the brakes and she
didn't respond, she just kept going faster. Soon you weren't even steering her
anymore, she was steering herself.
She took the corners hard enough to bruise your bones, she ran all the lights
and signs. All you could do was hang on for the ride. She was in control, you
were just her passenger.
Her brakes slammed as your buckle came undone again and you kissed the
windshield at speed. You felt your nose and cheekbone shatter. When you
regained consciousness again you realized where she parked you, trapped, doors
stuck fast.
Right in front of a police station.
***** Disgust- Sam *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     This one was a challenge to write (guess that's why it's called a
     'writing challenge'). Everything I was coming up with was either a
     poor man's version of "You're eating maggots, Michael" or basically
     stepping in dog poop, slapstick style.
     And then this came to me. One of my biggest fears, drawn to its
     extreme. Hope it translates for non-writers too!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
As a writer of fanfic you take risks every day. You put your ideas out there,
little pieces of your soul, and your most desperate hope is that someone...
anyone... will see corresponding pieces of their soul in your words, and maybe
leave comments to that effect. There is something powerful about that
connection, anonymous as it may be. It gives you a profound sense of belonging
in the world. It validates you as nothing else can.
But every time you hit the button to post something there is also a very real
feeling of fear. What if this is the one corner of your soul that is so dark no
one else will understand? What if this story is too much for the world? What
if, like you'd always kind of suspected, there is a little part of you so
deviant no one could ever accept it?
Which is how you came to be sitting here, across from your therapist, dressed
in hospital issue pajamas and slippers. The whole experience has broken
something inside you. You see the doctor as one of your characters. Sam looks
at you, his ever-present 'sympathetic' visage cracking just a bit around the
edges as he holds your file in his hands.
You know what's in the file. It's a copy of your story. THE story. The one that
was always inside you but should never have been written. Certainly never, ever
posted.
Sam swallows heavily and looks at you. "So... I read your story again..." He
visibly has to contain his gag reflex, slipping a vial of peppermint essential
oil under his nose and taking a few deep breaths. "Did you read it again, like
I asked you to?"
"Yes, Sam."
He rolls his eyes at you, his strong jaw clenching for an instant, his
professional demeanor slipping slightly, frustrated. He's told you hundreds of
times. "My name is Dr. Smith, Y/N. Sam is a fictional character."
You nod. "Of course, I'm sorry, Dr. Winchester."
He breathes heavily out of his nose but lets it go. "I'm assuming you still
enjoyed your story? It's not... disturbing to you?"
You shake your head and shrug. "I like it. That's why I wrote it."
"You do realize because of that story the entire fanfic website was shut down?
Your family was brought in for questioning, all of your belongings were seized.
Everyone who read it is in some form of therapy, some people are non-verbal,
one man clawed his own eyes out, a woman threw up so much she choked to death.
And as for yourself, you are now a permanent inmate here. And you still see
nothing at all wrong with what you wrote?"
You stay silent for a while. You let him think you're contemplating and
possibly regretting the outcome of your actions, but you're actually sitting
there, right in front of your delusion-wrapped court-mandated therapist...
Thinking about writing a sequel.
Chapter End Notes
     Happy Friday the 13th!
***** Omen- Chuck *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     My mom always says this is how she thinks she's going to die. I come
     by my quirkiness honestly.
     Not really super creepy, but tomorrow's should more than make up for
     that!
"You aren't taking this seriously, Y/N. I saw it. I wrote it down. It's going
to happen." Chuck said, his tone almost desperate.
You rolled your eyes at your friend. "Right. What, are we in 'The Omen'?"
He sighed heavily and set his coffee down with just a bit too much force, a
little drip flew out of the spout on the lid and landed on the table.
"You need to listen to me. This has happened before. I've never been wrong.
Please just read it." He pushed the folder toward you again.
"If it's really that awful and I can't change it, why would I want to read it?"
You pushed the folder back toward him and gathered your stuff to leave. "I care
about you, Chuck. I really do. Please go get some help."
With that you turned and walked out of his life.
At first he would text you dozens of times a day, sometimes the messages would
be his full story, written out in text format. You never read them, you deleted
them all. It broke your heart, your intelligent, funny, sweet friend obviously
so deeply troubled.
Gradually the volume of texts lessened, and so did their verbosity. Eventually
he would send you just one short text a day, and the content was like a knife
to your heart. All the texts ever said was "Milk and Cookies". He had
officially lost his mind.
Months went by. You went on with your life. You got a new job, a boyfriend.
Things were good, though you missed your friend. With his daily texts you
couldn't help but wonder about him all the time. Was he doing alright? Was he
in a hospital somewhere? Was he at least seeking treatment for his delusions?
You were walking back to work after a romantic lunch with your boyfriend. You
were almost giddy. He had asked you to move in with him. You were envisioning
how you would add your touch to his apartment when your phone sounded. You
checked the text, thinking it might be him.
You didn't notice the walk light at the busy intersection was red. You didn't
see the trucks swerve, trying to miss you but only succeeding in jack knifing
and slamming together, you caught between them.
The last thing you ever saw was your daily text from Chuck, "Milk and Cookies"
before being violently sandwiched between a dairy truck and a Little Debbie
truck.
***** Bite- Lucifer, Lilith *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     There is something wrong with my brain.
     You're welcome!
You had been casually dating Luce for weeks now. He would always take you to a
very nice dinner, and then drive you home.
It all started with an innocent goodnight kiss. You went to pull away and he
bit your bottom lip, almost hard enough to break the skin. You had shivered and
moaned and melted under his touch. And that was the moment both of you
discovered your shared biting kink.
Since then it had progressed. He always left you with bite marks to your neck,
shoulders, collar bone. But you had a roommate and he had a daughter, so your
escapades were limited to his car.
Until one night, after dinner. He had just bitten your shoulder hard enough to
draw blood and you had nearly climaxed just from that. He pulled back from you,
dragging his stubble over your skin, pupils blown, lips red, breath coming in
gasps. He was so fucking beautiful.
He licked his lips and his mouth curled in a smile. "Come home with me.
Tomorrow. Let me make you dinner."
You blushed. "What about Lily?"
He kissed your mouth briefly. "I think it's time."
You gazed into each other's eyes and shared a grin.
---
The next night you put on the nicest dress you owned. You were slightly
uncomfortable with how it showed off your scars and bruises from your bites, so
you slipped on a shrug to cover most of them. You couldn't remember ever being
more nervous.
Luce picked you up and drove you to his house. He noticed how fidgety you were,
so he brought your hand up to his mouth, sinking his teeth into the fleshy part
at the base of your thumb, his eyes holding fast to yours as he left his mark.
You shivered pleasantly and sighed happily.
He smirked at you, licking his lips. "Lily is gonna love you, baby."
You smiled, feeling much better and walked into his house with him, his large,
rough hand holding your bruised one.
You were greeted cordially by his daughter, a little girl around eight years
old with long blonde ringlets and a frilly white dress. She seemed incredibly
excited to see you. "I'm so glad to finally meet you, Y/N! I'm so happy you're
here for dinner!"
You smiled. "Thank you so much, Lily. I'm very excited to be here."
You made yourself comfortable and were puzzled when you noticed the table
wasn't set and when you didn't smell any yummy cooking smells coming from the
kitchen.
Before you could contemplate it for too long, though, Luce grinned. "Time for
dinner."
You felt something smash into your skull as, from behind you, Lily hit you
astoundingly hard with a cast iron skillet.
You woke up to Luce cinching the ropes around your wrists and ankles a little
tighter. You were naked and spread eagle on the table. You struggled a bit, but
your bonds were secure.
"She's awake, Daddy!" Lily's excited voice peeped up.
"Oh good, pumpkin. And you were worried we'd have to start without her." He
finished with the ropes, stood up and grinned lovingly at you. "You ready for
dinner, baby?"
 
As they began eating you, you realized what "Let me make you dinner" had meant.
You were literally dinner.
On the plus side, with every bite to your flesh you were lost in an explosion
of ecstasy.
You didn't survive the meal, of course. But you died with a smile on what was
left of your face.
***** Paranoia- Sam & Dean *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
You woke up on the kitchen floor. Dean was kneeling over you, trying to get you
to open your eyes. Your lids fluttered open. You looked at your twin brother...
Only he wasn't your brother anymore.
"Who the fuck are you?" You scrambled away from him, frantic.
He held up his hands, palms toward you, trying not to spook you any more than
you already were. "Y/N, it's me, Dean. I'm your brother."
You shook your head frantically. "You're not! You look like him but you're not
him. What have you done with him?"
Sam came in then. But he wasn't your brother either. "Y/N! You're awake! You
hit your head pretty hard, you ok?" He took a step toward you and you shrieked.
He stopped and looked at Dean.
Dean shrugged. "She says I'm not me. She's terrified."
Sam's whole face crinkled with concern. "Y/N... We're your brothers. We love
you. We're not going to hurt you."
"You are not my brothers! What have you done with them? Are you demons?
Shifters? Angels?" You curled into a tiny ball.
The guys spent hours unsuccessfully trying to get you to calm down until
finally they had to regroup. They sat at the table, speaking quietly to one
another. You knew they were talking about you. Probably plotting how to kill
you. They would glance at you once in a while. That was proof. They were going
to murder you, any minute now. These men were not your brothers. These men had
done something to your brothers. And you were next.
You stood slowly, fully aware that whatever these creatures were they were no
doubt much faster and stronger than you were. But you had to try. You opened
the silverware drawer and grabbed a large butcher knife. It wasn't silver so it
probably wouldn't hurt them, but it might slow them down enough for you to find
your real brothers. Whatever was left of them.
You ran at them and to your complete shock you caught them off guard. You
stabbed 'Sam' first, right in the neck. 'Dean' you stabbed in the chest. Maybe
the knife had some silver in it, they clung to their spurting injuries as if
they were dying.
You took off running through the house, slamming open doors and screaming their
names. You prayed you weren't too late.
You flung open the door to your bedroom and you came face to face... With
yourself.
Rage flashed in her eyes, the you that was not you. And in your stunned state
she got the upper hand. She had a blade of pure silver and it flashed as she
cut you, shallow across the chest.
The wound burned like the devil and it made you howl and begin to lose
cohesion... Wait, what? Your skin sloughed off and you took your original form.
It all came back to you.
You had been right. They hadn't been your brothers. They had been hers. You
were just walking in her skin, linked with her mind. You had believed they were
the monsters but it was you all along. And now your beloved Sam and Dean were
in the kitchen dead or dying, right this moment, killed by your own hand.
You opened your arms wide and let her stab you, her silver blade buried deep in
your broken heart.
***** Scratching- Crowley *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     Finally, Crowley!!! ❤️
You opened your eyes. Had you just woken up? It didn't matter. You were vaguely
aware that you had existed... elsewhere... at some time in the distant past.
But it didn't feel real. Had it been millennia ago? Yesterday? That didn't
matter either. You were here now. Here and now. It's all there ever was.
You closed your eyes again. At least there was just enough light to tell the
difference between open and shut. The light was enough that, once a day, maybe
more and maybe less, you found a small basin to wash in, a simple toilet, food.
But mostly you existed in your tiny bed.
No one ever hurt you or tormented you but a part of you wished someone would.
The profound solitude was... disturbing. Sometimes you wondered if there was
anyone else. Had there ever been? Perhaps in this universe you were utterly
alone. It displeased you to ponder this. You always felt a pain in your chest
and wet on your cheeks. These were the times you would seek out the basin, the
toilet, the food. Anything to act as a distraction.
Your eyes were open when you heard the sound and saw the light. The sound was
faint and the light so subtle that for a while you thought the changes were in
your mind. And then there was the voice.
"Hello, Darling." You sat up straight. It was the most beautiful sound there
had ever been. It was close and warm and real. And most of all, it meant your
solitude was at an end. You believed you were now in heaven. Even if you never
heard it again, the sound had been a gift. One you would cling to. One you
would treasure for eternity.
And then heaven fell blissfully away. And it was replaced with paradise. A soft
touch on your cheek. A weight on your tiny mattress. A prickly texture on your
shoulder. A feathering breath down your arm. A warm wet on the inside of your
elbow.
And more. So much more. Intense and heavy and white hot. You could feel your
heart pounding in your chest. The breath tearing through your lungs. A weight
on your hips. A delicious pressure between your thighs. An explosion of
sensation. A validation of your very existence.
And then... the voice... "I couldn't resist. Now back to your hell, Darling." A
prickly kiss to your neck. "You won't remember me in the morning."
And he was gone. Your anchor. Your salvation. And soon even his memory would be
lost to you.
A desperate flash of inspiration. You would use your nails to scratch a
reminder to yourself, a tiny disturbance in the seamless torment that was your
world. Somewhere hidden.
You reached behind your mattress, intending to scratch a mark on the underside
of your headboard. It took you a while to find an open space.
There were already scratches.
Hundreds and hundreds of them.
***** Mask- Dean, John *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
You stood like a bored statue in the corner of the room, easily ignoring the
prattle of your brother and his lame friends.
This party was so crowded! You rolled your eyes at the cliché costumes.
Especially the couples costumes. Prisoner and cop. Angel and devil. Iron Man
and... Wait, what? You smiled slowly. It just so happened that you were dressed
up as a sexy female Captain America. Maybe couples costumes weren't so bad
after all.
You sidled up to him and ran your fingers down his arm. To your surprise, the
red and gold suit was unpadded fabric. The muscles were all his. And before you
knew it his muscled arm was strong around your waist.
You were glad you had consumed enough alcohol to be pleasantly buzzed. Tonight
was special. You were finally going to get your V-card punched! You pulled him
in the direction opposite your brother. You knew if Dean saw you leaving with a
guy he would try and stop you. So you made sure he didn't see you.
You dragged Iron Man down a short hallway and into the first door you came to.
It was an office. Perfect! He crowded you with his muscular frame, pressing you
backwards until your ass bumped into the desk. He reached behind you and swept
it clear, grabbing your hips and sitting you on the solid oak, positioning
himself between your thighs.
You smiled up at him. "You gonna leave the mask on?" He didn't say anything,
just nodded. You smiled wider. "I like it."
His hands trailed up your thighs and he tore off your underwear, slipping them
into a pocket of his costume. In moments his fingers had you wet and ready and
the two of you noisily brought each other higher and higher and finally found
your release, exploding together. You hadn't even considered protection.
A giggle from outside the door, Marilyn Monroe and your brother burst in,
dressed like Indiana Jones. You tried to scramble to cover yourself but Iron
Man held you still, open and exposed. "Dean! Get out!"
The color drained from his face as he saw you. You were confused. You were
expecting protectiveness, indignation, disgust. Not abject horror.
And then he spoke, forcing his voice to work. "...Dad..."
You couldn't breathe. You looked up at Iron Man as he pulled off his mask. He
could have been Tony Stark. Piercing eyes, dark messy hair, scruffy face. But
he wasn't Tony. He was John. Your father. And he wasn't surprised or shocked or
ashamed.
He was grinning at you.
And then he winked.
***** Hovering- Charlie *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
"Are they still there?" Your best friend asked sympathetically just before
sipping her coffee. Charlie was awesome. Badass and open minded. That's why she
was the only person you ever told. She was always supportive and she was the
only one who was there for you after things changed.
Ever since you were born you were able to see souls. Your earliest memory was
when you were three years old. You were sitting with your grandma, playing pat-
a-cake. Your mother came in and panicked. She grabbed you and tore you away
from your comatose grandmother. You waved bye-bye as your grandma's soul
drifted away. She gave you a content smile and waved back, blowing you a kiss.
You grew up choosing your friends and boyfriends based on the beauty of their
souls. You avoided people with dark, angry or cruel spirits. And you went out
of your way to befriend those with broken souls, sharing a bit of your light
with them. You were never in danger of running out, the more light you shared
the brighter your soul became.
And then when you were in high school a friend of yours got sick. Really sick.
You visited them in the hospital every day. Until one day they gave you a tiny
smile, closed their eyes, and their soul drifted away. Their spirit's face was
so very at peace, and they smiled at you as they floated up.
This was why you weren't afraid of dying. You saw what it was like and it was
beautiful. You got your CNA license and got a job in hospice. It was a perfect
fit for you. You were at peace around the dying and you made them feel at
peace. It was a beautiful sight, watching the tormented and diseased souls take
flight, shed their sadness and light up with joy as they drifted up to the
heavens.
But about six months ago something disturbing happened that changed everything.
A very sweet old lady died while you held her hand, telling her about what joy
awaited her. Her soul began to drift... And then it stopped, hovering over her
body.
It happened twice more that day, and you were so upset you quit right then.
Since then you walked around staring at the ground, knowing if you looked up
you would see them, the souls, hovering thick as fog, more and more every day.
For the first time in your life death terrified you. It was no longer a joyful
thing.
The hovering souls, all of them, without exception... were screaming.
***** Silent- Death *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Summary
     Inspired by the scene with Dean and Death in Chicago, where Death
     talks about reaping god.
     Assuming each inhabited world has its own god, and you're one of
     them.
Chapter Notes
     Not creepy or scary as much as frikking sad. I'm in a very sad mood.
     Take it or leave it.
     Back to your regularly scheduled freaky stuff tomorrow! :-P
He came for you last. You weren't afraid and he wasn't in a hurry. You were
ready and he was tired.
He sat beside you on the silent beach, the sea was still and the wind was calm.
Everything had long stopped moving. The twin suns had gone cold eons ago. Your
children had all perished. And now you held sway over a dead, cold rock. You
had been waiting for him. You greeted him like an old friend. Your oldest
friend.
"What do you miss the most?" He queried in his quiet voice, his curiosity
vague. You knew this was nothing new for him. He had seen gods born and he had
gathered them at their time of death. He had seen universes created and had
single-handedly carried them back to the womb of nothingness.
You touched the frozen sand and remembered.
"There were birds... All kinds. And insects. Children babbling. Words of love
whispered in the dark..."
You closed your eyes.
"The ocean tides and the hush of snow falling on snow in the winter. The
crackle of a fire. The first cry of a newborn."
The tears flowed freely down your cheeks now.
"Laughter. Crying too, beautiful in its own way."
A heartbroken smile ghosted over your lips.
"Oh, and music... Always music."
You gazed at him, your eyes brimming with loss.
"I miss the music of my world."
He reached out then, slowly, eyes soft, and with the welcome brush of
fingertips over your tear-stained cheek...
He reaped you too.
***** Secret- Jo *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     Based on telltale heart by Poe
It wasn't often a person could pinpoint the defining moment of their entire
lives before it even happened. In that one respect, at least, you guessed you
were lucky. You stood behind the podium and the reporter smirked at you. You
couldn't have been more terrified. Even if she had a gun pointed at your heart
it would be less painful than what was about to happen.
It had been years since you had last seen Jo, or even spoken to her. You were a
different person then, but no one would see it that way. Some things, once
done, could never be undone. You had thought you left the ugliness behind you.
You had started a family. A career. Now you were running for office.
And here she was, on camera, about to open her mouth and utterly ruin you. Your
husband would take your children. Even if you avoided prison you would lose
them. Your career was over. Your reputation was shredded. You would be lucky to
get a job in a porn shop or selling cigarettes.
She smiled wider and your blood ran cold through your veins, making you shiver.
She gripped a photo in her hand. You knew what it was of. She wouldn't even
have to say anything, just show the photo to the camera. She held it up facing
herself. She began to turn it slowly. You couldn't let this happen. You had to
reveal your secret on your terms! You opened your mouth to speak...
...
When it was all over you sat on the edge of the stage, your head in your hands,
your husband and children gone, your career over. Your life over. You looked up
when she cleared her throat. Jo had the nerve to come over to you now, after
she had ruined you. She held THE photo out to you. You took it with a shaking
hand. You turned it over slowly, dreading the image on the other side. You had
spent years praying this image would never see the light of day and yet here it
was, in your hands.
But... It wasn't. You turned the photo over and it was a picture of Jo herself,
a smug wink on her face. You looked up at her, tears streaming down your
cheeks. She smirked at you and gave you a wink to match the photograph. She
turned and walked away.
She had claimed her revenge without uttering a single word.
***** Hunger- Sam *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
You woke in the middle of the night, ravenous. Sam was still out with Dean,
otherwise he would have been sleeping next to you. Your stomach screamed its
hunger. You had to lay still and focus on your breathing for a moment before
you could move.
Stumbling into the darkened kitchen, you opened the refrigerator. Literally
everything looked delicious. Lunch meat, juice, leftover beef stew, a few
pieces of fruit, a whole jar of pickles, a head of lettuce, half a dozen eggs,
raw with shell, a jar of mayonnaise, salad dressing, a box of baking soda. You
ate it all and you were still starving.
You doubled over, the pangs in your stomach making you want to scream but at
the same time taking your breath away so you couldn't utter a sound.
The pantry was next. Half a loaf of bread, chips, crackers, a few uncooked
potatoes, coffee grounds, a bag of flour. You lay on the floor of the now-bare
pantry and looked at the ceiling, your stomach surprisingly still crying out
for sustenance.
Sam returned then. It had been a late night, Dean must have needed extra time
with his brother.
"Y/N?" He called, noticing the light from the refrigerator.
You were still too hungry to speak. All you could do was groan in misery. He
came into the kitchen, gaping at the aftermath of your feast.
A scent hit you then, like all of your most favorite flavors rolled into one.
It was the most delicious thing you had ever smelled. And it made your poor
hungry stomach roar.
At first you thought Sam had brought home take-out, a doggy bag, something.
Maybe a neighbor was cooking a midnight snack. Whatever it was, it called to
you. You couldn't ignore it and you couldn't stay still.
Every other piece of food in the house was an appetizer, a tease in preparation
for this meal. This delectable serving of ambrosia. Somehow you knew, this was
the one thing that would finally satisfy your hunger.
You went to brush past Sam, disregarding everything in seek of the tantalizing
aroma. The drool was dripping from your lips now and you couldn't have cared
less. That taste. It was all that mattered.
As you moved past him he caught you around the waist, turned you to look at
him. The smell was stronger than ever before. You were prepared to do anything
to get to it. To devour it.
"You ok, Y/N?" He asked and brushed his thumb over your cheek.
That's when you knew.
The smell... Was Sam.
***** Forgotten- Castiel *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
You were finally ready for visitors. You had woken up a week ago from a brief
coma with no memory of your identity or your life. The doctors said you were
married, a composer, and you had suffered a nasty fall from a second story
window and hit your head rather hard. They said your loving, dedicated husband
had brought you in, frantic and terrified, covered in your blood.
But you hadn't wanted to see him, or anyone else, until now. Today you felt
ready. Today you had showered, dressed yourself, brushed your teeth. You had
the green light to leave the hospital as soon as you felt comfortable doing so.
And your nightmares had started to become less debilitating. For most of the
past week you woke so distraught they had to drug you to get you to calm down.
The nightmare was always the same, and it was startlingly vivid. You were being
held captive in an attic and forced to compose a short piece of repetitive
music by your sadistic captor. He would beat you, torture you, starve you, and
worse. Terrible things you never wanted to think about again. And the piece he
had you compose and play for him over and over and over was so dark and twisted
you could barely believe it had come from your mind.
The doctors assured you nightmares after a head injury and coma were totally
normal. The trauma and recovery were brutal on the body as well as the mind and
sometimes nightmares were the way the subconsciousness dealt with that. They
said you shouldn't worry, since the nightmares seemed to have stopped, but they
gave you a prescription anyway.
Your husband had evidently come to see you every day since he brought you in,
and for the past week he had sat in the lobby for the entirety of visiting
hours. The nurses said he was the most kind, gentle, devoted husband they had
ever met. You decided you should at least meet him.
He came into your room, looking a little shy. He was adorable, his hair
slightly mussed, bright blue eyes so open and honest. Little crooked smile,
slightly rumpled suit and coat, and a perpetual five o'clock shadow. He said
his name was Cas. After talking for a while you decided to go with him.
He packed you and your belongings into his car and drove to the house, smiling
and chatting with you the whole way.
As you pulled up to the house, your blood ran cold.
It had an attic.
And then... he started humming the piece from your nightmares.
***** Candlelight- Jody *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
You couldn't believe she was gone. She had been like a mother to you, she fed
you, clothed you, gave you tough love when you most needed it. She gave you
shelter in the storm and guidance when you were lost. And three days ago, Jody
Mills had died.
You sat at your bedroom window, your room illuminated by a single candle. You
watched the flickering light and let the tears pour down your cheeks. You
wished with all your heart you could see her again, just one more time.
You closed your eyes briefly to dry them and when they opened again, your wish
had come true. Inches from you, just outside your window was a white, grinning
face. Jody's face.
It would have been almost sweet, one last ghostly visit to say goodbye, if she
wasn't very clearly dead. Her skin was stretched tight over her skull, lips
shrunk back from teeth giving her an awful grimace. It was almost as if she had
been mummified.
And still you didn't scream. Maybe this was a nightmare. Maybe you had gone
crazy.
And then, it happened. Something that made you scream until your throat bled.
She opened her eyes.
***** Whisper- Lucifer *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     For Ni_Ni!
"Good girl." He purred. His intense, smug voice clear as a bell even with the
harsh music drumming into your head from your earbuds.
He was right. You had always been such a good girl. You had attended church
every Sunday, gone to confession as often as you could, read your bible, stayed
a virgin. You desperately wanted a tattoo of a crucifix on your shoulder but
good girls didn't get tattooed. No, good girls were selfless and pious and did
things like invite angels to inhabit their bodies.
You didn't think twice when he came to you. He said he was one of the oldest
angels and his name was "Light Bringer". You thought it was beautiful. If you
had paid more attention in Latin class, you might have realized. The angel you
welcomed into your body... was Lucifer.
He entered your vessel about a month ago, but he didn't count on the strength
of your faith. Once you had realized what he wanted from you, you had penned
him up in a nice little cell in the back corner of your mind. And from there
the only ability he had was to whisper to you.
But, sweet Virgin Mary, was he good at it.
At first it was small things. He convinced you to steal a candy bar. He talked
you into getting your navel pierced.
It gradually got worse. And worse.
And now, here you were, doing it again. Oh, God in heaven, not again...
He knew you were doubting. He always knew.
"A little more now, Pumpkin. It's okay. I'm right here." He urged you, his
voice like velvet sliding inside your brain.
You pressed just a bit harder, you drew a line, a little swish. An impromptu
flourish on your canvas.
"Good girl." He purred. "Don't stop now, Baby. You're doing so good. Lucy's so
proud of you." You could almost feel his hand brush against your hip. Shivers
of pleasure rushed up and down your spine at his words and his pseudo-touch.
You drew a long, curving line and marveled at the beauty, the contrast of
colors.
"Wonderful." He barely whispered, you were sure you could feel his breath,
right against your ear. You turned up the volume of your music.
No, your pounding music couldn't drown him out. But it was effective at
drowning out the blood-curdling screams of agony and despair you drew from your
helpless living canvas, more ragged with each stroke of your gleaming blade.
***** Cold- John *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was a whirlwind romance. John was so romantic, chivalrous, old-fashioned and
charming. He held the door for you, he pulled out your chair, he stood when you
entered the room, and he had never touched you inappropriately.
Come to think of it, he hadn't even kissed you yet.
And he put up with your quirky tastes. Like this afternoon, he had obliged one
of your obsessions and had taken you to a children's science museum. You were
having so much fun!
You had visited the chemistry room, the life science wing, the math station.
And now you were running around aimlessly checking out whatever looked
interesting. You were just leaving the bubble room, where you had used a wand
to make a bubble big enough for the both of you to stand inside. John had
playfully popped it and now you were coated in a mist of soapy dew.
You were giggling when you noticed the infrared booth. Before he realized where
you were taking him you dragged him inside by his sleeve. You sat on the bench
inside the booth and studied yourself on the monitor with fascination. Your
nose and fingertips were purple, and the rest of you was a mix of red and
yellow. Some parts of your face were white hot.
And then it occurred to you, your boyfriend's image was as purple as your nose.
All of him. You slowly glanced over at John, realizing you were sitting next to
a stranger.
"Why are you cold?" You asked him bluntly, your brain unable to piece the
puzzle together.
He smiled regretfully and kissed your hand gently, his lips like ice. "I really
didn't want you to find out this way, Baby... but... now that you know... I'm
kind of glad." He grinned a little wider, exposing a pair of wickedly sharp
fangs.
Chapter End Notes
     I know this isn't canon for SPN vamps, but whatevs. I do what I want!
     ❤️
***** Legend- Castiel *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     For GuardianDemon ❤️
Ever since you were a small child the legend of Castiel sparked your interest.
Your friends and siblings were all terrified of the stories. Everyone was.
Except for you.
You loved the twisted romance of the tale. An ancient creature, neglected and
forgotten, isolated and alone, banished to the deepest levels of the city. He
would come above ground once every ten years in search of a mate. He would
choose someone and ask them to join him. And when they rejected him, as they
all did, he would drag them below for an eternity of torment.
None were ever seen again.
The wives' tales for Reaping Night abounded. Wear a string of garlic, the scent
would repel him. Coat your face in dirt, he would turn away from such ugliness.
Dress like a man, he preferred women (or vice versa).
As the night approached the people of the city began to go mad with fear. Your
friends and siblings were terrified. And you watched it all with a sense of
calm detachment.
Even if the legends were true, surely Castiel could not be as bad as they said.
Truth be told, you were actually rather fond of the artist depictions of him.
Reaping Night was soon upon you. Everyone shuttered themselves in their homes
and refused to open their doors.
Everyone, except you.
You sat by your fire, quietly working on your mending when he came. He knocked
politely on your door and when you answered you found him to be unassuming.
Perhaps even a bit charming, in a bumbling sort of way.
You invited him in and you shared a tray of tea. The two of you chatted a while
and finally your clock struck midnight.
"I have to say, Y/N, your company has been wonderfully refreshing. But I do
have to go back home now." He made to stand and you were filled with a blind
panic, the thought of never seeing him again making you want to weep.
"Aren't you going to take me with you?" You asked, desperate.
He nodded his sad understanding. "Ah, yes. The legend." He looked into your
eyes and you felt like your heart might burst. "The legends have it wrong, Y/N.
I do live miles under the city. And I do come above once a decade in search of
intelligent company. But I do not proposition anyone. And I do not force them
to come with me."
You gazed at him, half confused and half helplessly in love. He sighed wearily.
"You need to stay in your home. Please. If you come with me this infatuation
will only get worse. You will soon become a mindless slave. I hoped perhaps you
would be the one who could resist me. Please, Y/N. For your sake, and mine...
let me go."
His words held no meaning for you. You only knew that you couldn't possibly let
him go. Not without you.
So you followed him.
...
That night you rubbed his shoulders as the others served him dinner. Miles
under the city, totally besotted with your reluctant, heartbroken master.
You counted yourself lucky to be the newest member of his twisted little
family.
Your face would never be seen above ground again.
You were his.
Forever.
 
***** Missing- Gabriel *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
The disappearances were happening more frequently. The list of the missing
grew. Their photographs lined the walls.
The few of you who remained were huddled together in a little house in the
middle of nowhere. You barely spoke to each other. You just sipped coffee by
the gallon and dreaded the day you would vanish too.
John, Jo and Ellen had been the first. They were missing a week before anyone
realized they were gone.
Charlie and Bobby were next. No one saw them disappear, one morning they were
just missing.
Then Dean and Sam. Went on a job and never came back. Not a trace of them, no
blood, no bodies. Just gone.
And this morning you realized no one had seen Castiel or Crowley in a few days.
So here you were. Chuck, Gabriel and you. Not really living. Just existing,
beyond horrified and now just numb... waiting to disappear.
Gabriel finally broke the silence, his voice torn and ragged. "I'm sorry..." he
whispered. You and Chuck looked at him.
"What for?" You asked your best friend. You had a really bad feeling in the pit
of your stomach.
"For everything. Everyone. I just... I'm so tired. I couldn't do it anymore."
Gabriel looked down, ashamed.
"What are you talking about, Gabe?" Chuck asked.
"You know how I can create illusions..."
"Wait... all the missing... they were all illusions?" Chuck demanded.
"Not just them..." Gabriel closed his eyes, snapped his fingers and Chuck was
gone.
You looked at your best friend, he was devastated and your heart was breaking
for him. "How long had they been illusions?"
He finally brought his eyes to yours. He traced his fingers over your face. The
way he looked at you... The way he touched you... You abruptly realized, his
emotions ran much deeper than just friendship.
You stepped closer to him, forehead on his, your eyes closed tight, and put
your hands on his cheeks. "How long, Gabriel..." You whispered.
"...Forever..." He said.
And from the pain in his voice you weren't sure if he was talking about how
long they had been illusions... Or how long he had been in love with you.
And then it didn't matter. He snapped his fingers... and you were gone too.
There Gabriel stood, in a shell of his own perfect world, heartbroken and
utterly alone.
***** Bleeding- Dean *****
Chapter Notes
     An amazing guest author for this one (yes, my weakness is bleeding to
     death. Don't judge!) and it turned out beautifully.
     Love you and thank you fromacloset!
     ❤️❤️❤️
You were on the phone with Dean when you heard him fuss and grunt. Then a thud.
“Dean? DEAN?!” you yelled.
Dean remembered a small prick in his neck. Gritting his teeth as something wet
trickled down his arm and then he closed his eyes.
 
Dean wondered where he was. He was in bed next to…next to you.
What was this place? Mary was still alive, even John. Sam was married to
Jessica.
He blinked a few times.
“Did you hear what I said?” you asked, a little worried.
“Sorry, what?” he said blinking.
“I’m pregnant” you said again, concerned. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Pregnant. With…it’s mine?”
“Yeah.” you smiled.
 
After the thud you and Sam spent days tracking him down. You should never have
let him go on this hunt alone.
You walked in and froze at the sight.
There was Dean. The man you loved, but never told. Strung up, his blood being
drained from him.
He looked so lifeless.
Sam ran over to him and cut him loose. You knelt beside him as Sam went and
killed the Djin
“Djin” he mumbled.
“Shhhh.” You soothed.
“Yo-you were pregnant”
“What? Dean, please. You’ve lost a lot of blood…god-how.” You started to tie
rags around his arms; the Djin cut some veins too. You were covered in it.
“Happy pla-place. You’re my happy place. We-we were going-going to have a baby”
Blood started to fill his mouth.
You rested your head on his chest. Hearing his heart get slower and slower.
You didn’t care that his arms were sliced open and the blood was pooling on the
floor.
It didn’t matter that when you looked up you saw his bag of blood there.
You didn’t care that he kissed the top of your head and his blood was now in
your hair.
His heart finally stopped and you were left feeling numb.
You were his happy place. He was bleeding for days and if you had gotten there
sooner. Maybe, just maybe it could have been your happy place too.
 
And now it never will.
***** Beast- Chuck *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Notes
     For fromacloset! ❤️
You could barely believe it. This hideous beast, tortured and alone, the
creature who had abducted you, held you captive... He had just offered you your
freedom.
You could barely believe yourself, considering rejecting his offer. He had
saved your life, gifted you many precious things, shown you gentleness and
passion, changed his primal ways for you.
And now he was letting you go. But how could you leave him... When you were in
love?
He sat on the balcony, gazing out over his massive estate. You came up behind
him, sliding your fingers over the warm, thick fur of his forearm. He looked at
you, his impossibly blue eyes filled with such longing, such pain. You smiled
softly at him.
"You're still here..." He said, his timbre deep enough to turn your bones to
jelly. You nuzzled his cheek, reveling in his musky scent and the softness of
his warm fur.
"Of course I am. I'm never leaving you again... I love you." You whispered to
him.
His eyes caught yours again. "Kiss me..." He said, almost hesitant.
You kissed him passionately, pouring every ounce of your heart into it. And
when you pulled away there was a blinding light surrounding him. You saw him
begin to change, his fur receding, his fangs becoming regular teeth.
But that was all you noticed before the light entered you. Then the pain.
Your teeth elongated and sharpened, your skin erupted in carpets of fur. Your
bones lengthened and your muscles grew massive. By the time the light died down
he was a man again, scruffy face, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, disarming
smile. And you... Glimpsing yourself in a bit of shattered mirror... You were a
beast. Hideous, giant. Slavering mouth, red eyes.
You gazed up at your love. He winced guiltily at you. "Yeah... Sorry about
that. So, basically, you stay like this until you get someone to willingly kiss
you. Took me about 245 years, but... Maybe you'll have better luck than I did."
He patted your shoulder clumsily. "Again... really sorry... Uh... I'm gonna
go."
He ended his speech awkwardly, grabbed his cloak, and left you.
***** Ritual *****
Chapter by Sweetie_T
Chapter Summary
     Read this one slowly. And alone. In the dark.
      
      Posted sunset, the thirtieth of October, two thousand seventeen
      
      
      
      
      
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
They're just stories, right? Just stories. Some of them make your skin crawl,
some are sad, some kind of amusing. You've just been reading them for fun,
that's all.
You couldn't have imagined, not in a million years, they were actually an
elaborate ritual. Preparing you. Getting your mind ready. Each one designed to
open your perspective a bit wider, for thirty days, until finally, here you
sit, ready for me. The thirty-first day. All Hallow's Eve. When the veil is the
thinnest.
You've spent a whole month reading about your own demise, about causing pain
and death to others, about nameless fears and faceless monsters. You've read
them all, every word.
And here you are, still reading. So obedient. Your curiosity is somehow
stronger than your instinct for self-preservation. You can't have read this far
and not finish. And that's what I'm counting on.
I need you to read just a little more... Just a little. I'm coming now, so
close... almost there.
You can almost feel my cool breath on the back of your neck as I come up behind
you, not quite touching. My icy, needle-like fingers poised and ready, hovering
just above your brain stem.
A shame, really. You've been such a good reader...
 
 
 
 
Don't turn around.
 
Chapter End Notes
      
      
      
     Omg! If you're still reading this, I love you so much! This was a
     trip and a half and I had so much fun!
     I want to do another, maybe holiday theme in December or love theme
     in February. Let me know what you think!
     And if you want to chat or just check out random flights of my fancy,
     please visit me on Tumblr. I'm sweetie-torment on there.
     Thanks for coming along for this ride! Love you!
     ❤️ Sweetie ❤️
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