They Are Just Like Us. Only Human. You Try Standing In Front Of Hundreds Of People And Try To Meet Every

They are just like us. Only human. You try standing in front of hundreds of people and try to meet every single one of their high expectations. They were inevitably going to fail someone. Forgive and #carryon #SPN

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Happy Little Family: Chapter 7

Summary: When Vought asks the unthinkable, you are forced to play house with certified psychopath Soldier Boy. Your life (and dignity) may be at stake, but something about him draws you in.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N

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You feel yourself begin to wake up as the sun hits your eyes. You yawn and begin to stretch but you are stopped by a large arm weighing you down. You smile to yourself and roll over to see Ben sleeping peacefully next to you. He truly looked beautiful even in the midst of a deep sleep. Not a hair out of place nor a muscle not perfectly sculpted by the Gods. Impulsively, you feel your hand reach out and lightly stroke his cheek. His stubble lightly scratched the skin on your palm but you could not stop caressing his face, he looked so perfect. Suddenly, his lashes fluttered open and his green eyes stared at you.

“Good morning, doll.” He says, giving you a smile.

“Good morning,” You smile back at him.

“You sleep ok?” He asks, causing your smile to falter. To be honest, you had slept horribly. Flashes of the day before were present throughout your dreams, causing you to relive every moment of your own personal Hell. You pull your hand away from Ben’s cheek and hold it close to your chest.

“Not at all, did you?” 

“Haven’t slept well in years.” Years? That surprised you.

“Why?” You ask like a child playing The Why Game. He chuckles sarcastically.

“Where should I start?” He says wryly, “my abusive asshole of a father, seeing people I thought were my friends stab me in the back or the fact that Vought has used me as a lab rat for over 50 years?” That last part was even a surprise for you. Obviously, it surprised you that he was well over 50 years old. But, yesterday was not a first-time experience.

“Let’s start with the lab rat part.” You say, “Yesterday has happened before?” He sits up and leans against the headboard as you stare up at him.

“Not quite like that, but nearly everything else you could think of,” He runs a hand through his hair, messing up the perfect locks, “Imagine hundreds of bullets entering your mouth just to see how indestructible you are. Or having nearly every gas tested on you to see what could take a Supe as powerful as you down” He was staring off, far away from your bedroom on the Upper West Side and instead in a laboratory somewhere in Vought Tower.

“So yesterday must’ve been a cakewalk.” You mutter, feeling your skin crawl at the thoughts of what other sick crap Vought was capable of. 

“No, yesterday was a different kind of fucked up.” His deep voice sounded deeper than usual. “Usually they’re just torturing me, but they dragged you into this and my future child…” He grows farther and farther away, his mind escaping within itself. You feel your hand reach out and touch his.

“It’s not your fault.” You say, he finally looks over at you, coming back from where he had been before.

“I know,” He mutters, “But what the hell are we gonna do? Especially if there’s a baby-”

“We’ll take it one day at a time.” You interrupt, not wanting to think about a child coming into this kind of fucked up situation. There is a pause and suddenly you hear him chuckle to himself.

“To be honest, I’ve always wanted a few rugrats. I have a feeling I might have some out there already.” You watch him, awestruck at this confession. “I guess I want to see if I could do better than my dad.” You did not know this secret of his. He wanted to be a father. You lift your body up to sit beside him, letting your eyes level with his.

“I guess we’ll just have to see.” A sad smile covers your face. He knows why it’s there; this was not how either of you wanted to become parents. But, alas, here it was. You let your head rest on his shoulder as peace falls on the room. It’s just the two of you and the morning going on outside. It was a moment of silence you both needed.

“I missed you those six months.” He says, letting his voice break the silence. You let the thought reverberate in the room before answering:

“I think I missed you too.” Although you couldn’t see his face, you could sense a smile grow upon his lips. 

“Good.” He says. The silence continues between you two as the morning goes on, leaving the two of you to remember what peace may be like.

Weeks passed by like this with no intrusion from Vought. You two would wake up and lay together in peace; one that neither of you had known in some time but felt when with each other. He would stay in bed longer, leaving you to retrieve coffees. By the time you would come back, he was in the living room, lazily watching TV on the couch. You would rest your head on his shoulder and he would stroke your hair as episodes of Family Ties and Dallas would flash by before your eyes. 

Calls would come in every so often and you both knew who it would be. Both of you would ignore it, knowing that if Vought really wanted something, they would make themselves known. 

Sometimes when you two were feeling a bit stuck in the house, you would walk around Central Park together. Covered in hoodies, sunglasses, and hats, you both felt like spies, investing the greenery. 

It was quiet and boring but it was what both of you needed. Boring was better than excitement which usually led to chaos and terror. Keeping your lives as low on the radar of Vought was the ultimate goal, even if the public was wondering where their favorite superhero had gone.

It wasn’t until you felt yourself vomit one fateful morning that you knew the jig may be up. Ben was still in bed as you held your hair, vomiting your guts out into the toilet. At this point, you were hoping that it was in something you ate the night before. You were praying it had been a bad piece of shrimp; however, when you kept vomiting every morning at 6:00 AM for the next week, you knew that was just wishful thinking.

While Ben was out on a jog, you went to the bodega and bought three different pregnancy tests. After 15 minutes in the bathroom, 15 minutes of staring at the results, and 15 minutes of sobbing at the realization, Ben came home. He could hear you bawling and ran to see you on the floor of your bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” He stuttered out. Instead of answering, you put a test in his hand. “No, this can’t be true.” He said in disbelief.

“That’s what I thought too.” Then you hand him the two other tests. 

“Fuck.” He knew it was true. He sits down next to you, resting his head in his hands, staring at the tiled wall. 

“What are we going to do?” You whisper. He shakes his head, eyes not having blinked since the news had set in.

“I don’t know.” His response was robotic as if it was the only words he could muster up at this time. The silence between you two lasted a minute before the phone started ringing. You both ignored the wretched ringing sound until it ended. That was when the knocking began.

Fuck. 

You both stayed perfectly still, hoping no one would know you were home. The knocking continued and then a voice echoed from the hallway into your living room.

“It’s Katie, open up.” What the fuck was that bitch doing here? You give Ben a desperate look and he bolts up and walks to the door. You hear the door swing open and a yelp erupts from Katie’s lips.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You hear him growl.

“T-To congradul-late you on the baby.” She whispers, but you could hear her. This causes you to stand up and wander into the living room. There you saw Ben holding Katie by her collar against the wall. The fear in her eyes was real, but you didn’t care. 

“How do you know that?” You ask.

“Well, the timeline of the insemination date and the-”

“No.” You interrupt, “How do you know that?” Your voice is getting louder. Ben holds her tighter against the wall.

“If you want to leave here alive, you will tell us where the fuck you got that information.” You can see the sweat forming at her temples. Then you see her point toward the light fixture above your head.

“C-camera.” Was all she could sputter out before 5 more Vought minions entered the apartment. One tasers Ben, barely causing him to flinch; however, that gave the opportunity for the other four assholes to jump on top of him. Although it didn’t hurt him, it caused him to put Katie down. She steps back far enough and behind the first Vought employee to know she wouldn’t be touched for the time being.

“Why the hell are you here?” You say, feeling your hands clench into fists. 

“By our estimations, you are three months along. The perfect point in the pregnancy to make it official without fear of losing the baby. How will we make the announcement, you may ask? PR walk through the park.” She is gaining confidence behind her cronies, “Put (Y/N) in a tighter, maternity outfit to show off the bump and parade the happy couple through Central Park” You look down at your belly to finally acknowledge that there is a swell. You guessed that denying it for so long had made you unable to see the baby growing right before your eyes. Your hands instinctively go over your stomach, protecting the life that was beneath your skin. 

“But, why does everyone need to know?” You ask.

“Are you really asking that question? This will give Soldier Boy and Vought amazing PR and be all over newspapers. Everyone loves a baby announcement.” Katie scoffs, “Besides, we all know you both don’t have much of a choice in this matter.” You look over at Ben who had managed to free himself from the hold of the Vought minions. You both knew she was right, you had to do this. 

Within minutes, you two were placed artfully in the busiest part of Central Park. You were wearing a tank top that left no room for the imagination about what was going on with your stomach. Ben was placed in his Soldier Boy uniform, making it obvious as hell who he was. Within seconds of the walk, you two were swarmed. Crowds of fans and paparazzi had made their way around you. You wanted so badly to run and hide but you knew you couldn’t. Vought wouldn’t allow that. 

It wasn’t until you felt a fan push past you to get a chance at touching Ben that you thought for a minute about escape. You felt yourself lose your balance as you began slipping. The ground was getting closer and closer to your face until you felt a hand reach around your waist and take hold. You look up to see Ben had a protective hold on you before picking you up.

“Everybody get the fuck out of the way.” He yells before taking his foot and kicking the person standing in front of him. With his other hand, he punches the person to his left, causing them to fly 15 feet in the air before hitting the ground with a thud. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed, leaving a path for you two to escape. 

Within minutes, you two were back in your apartment. You were both huffing and puffing, clutching each other on the floor of your kitchen. You felt defeated. There was nothing you two could do but fear for your safety.

“Ben, I’m scared.” You say into his ear. He clutches you tighter. You feel his lips come right up to your ears and in an almost inaudible whisper, he responds:

“I’m getting us out of here.” 

That night, with only minutes to escape before the cameras Ben disabled came back on, you left Manhattan. Shrouded in darkness, you escaped the city of your nightmares far away. Far from the loud, dirty, and crooked city and into the woods. Ben had told you about this house in the past. It was a family farmhouse that had been passed down for generations. Now it was your house and the only safe haven you have. 

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VERY INTERESTED! You’re writing is so good I don’t even care who it follows. I honestly like the aspect of a reader insert, but you’re the mastermind.

Hypothetical: if a sequel for Happy Little Family were to come into existence would you be interested? And who would you like it to follow? Also should I give Y/N a name or keep it as it is?

I cried. And then I cried some more. Amazing writing!

The Game

Summary: After Dean’s death, the reader isn’t in great shape and would prefer to stay home and be miserable. But when she gets a letter from Dean, she soon starts playing a game he created for her in the event that he died to help her try to get the closure she needs…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 8,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, character death

A/N: Italicized wording is a letter from Dean. Enjoy!…

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I really needed this statement today. I have a tough battle coming at work on Monday. Dean could carry the weight of the world, so can I.

god gives his toughest battles (dean) to his strongest soldiers (deangirls)