Harder To Breathe - Supernatural - Part 2

Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 2

FIRST PERSON – ALEX

I saw Sam flick his hair off his face and Dean place his gun on the table. “Before we… start, Alex,” Sam said. “We have to… you know,” he pointed to some holy water and a silver blade.

“Yeah, I know, go ahead,” I held my arm out and they poured holy water of it. Next, Dean took a blade out and hovered it over my arm, thinking about cutting me. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it. I watched him as he contemplated it. He didn’t do anything after about thirty seconds, so I took the blade from him, touching his hand in the process. He looked up at me, with teary eyes, and I softly smiled at him.

I pressed the blade to my forearm and slide it across my skin, cutting it open. Blood came to the surface and Dean quickly took a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around the cut, stopping the bleeding. “So,” I cleared my throat. “Why are you here?”

They explained the situation to me. I listened intently and had to hold back my cries when I realised how much shit they had gone through. They both had literally gone to hell and back. I didn’t know how much pain and suffering they had to go through. It just made me feel worse that they had to go through it without me. I cleared my throat when they had finished. “Now, we understand that you’re angry with us, and it’s okay if you don’t want anything to do with us. We’ve hurt you, we know,” Sam said.

“It’s okay,” I nodded, my head falling to look at the ground.

“No,” Dean said abruptly. “It’s not okay,” he walked closer to us. “But we will do everything we can to make it okay between us,” he said, his voice firm and clear.

I nodded, smiling, not letting my tears fall from my eyes. “So, you need a safe place yeah?” I asked. They nodded. “I know just the place.”

-

I directed Dean as he drove the impala to the bunker. I was at the library one day, and I was searching through all these old books and I found an address and key to this bunker. From as far as I can tell, this place is warded and secluded enough for no one to know it.

I smiled as I unlocked the door and led them in. “H-How did you find this place?” Sam asked, having a field day already. I shrugged with a smile on my face. I winked at him and he just laughed, looking around. I showed them around, Dean and I laughing at Sam’s excited comments about everything.

“How’s this then? Good enough?”

“Yeah, this is – this is great­, Alex,” Sam said, a massive smile on his face.

“Cool,” I sighed, flopping down into a chair. “Stay here for as long as you want.”

-

Sam and Dean decided that I should go back home. They said they didn’t want anything to happen to me because of them. I thought it was a stupid idea, because I was obviously safer with them than I was at home, by myself. Sure, I had a brief knowledge of monsters and stuff like that, but not as much as I would like to.

I sighed, feeling my anger starting to peak again at them. “Well, I better get going then,” I said, shaking my head and standing up. Sam walked me out to the car, Dean specifically said that I could take it for extra protection. I rolled my eyes at him then.

“I’ll see you later, Alex,” Sam smiled, pulling me into a hug. “It’s been good seeing you.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you, Sammy,” I sighed into his chest. Dean came up a couple of seconds later, and Sam went inside. Dean gave me the keys, telling me to be careful with his baby.

“Dean, I promise I will not hurt your car,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“She’s not the only thing I’m worried about,” he said, looking directly into my eyes. He pulled me close to his chest. I breathed in his scent, savouring it. “I’m sorry we’re doing this, Lex, but I need to know that you’re safe, and safe is away from me – I mean, away from us.”

“No, Dean, safe would be with you guys. You know, the ones that know stuff about monsters and how to kill them,” I said, pulling back from his hug, angrily.

“We’ve taught you how to kill most stuff, okay? You’ll be okay, I promise you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Dean,” I said, stepping into the drivers’ seat. “Bye, Dean,” I said, after rolling down my window. I paused, hesitant, “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” as I drove away the song that was playing was Harder to Breathe, by Maroon 5.

-

It had been a couple of days since I left Sam and Dean at the bunker. I had been watching Netflix for approximately 30 of those hours while eating nothing but frozen dinners. Sam would absolutely have a fit. I was watching PS I Love You, and crying all the way through it.

 I quickly wiped my face with tissues when I heard someone knocking on my door. I gulped some water and opened the door, clutching my phone in my hand. I didn’t recognise the person who was standing in front of me though. He was about Dean’s height, had light brown hair with blue eyes. He was wearing a white collared t-shirt with a low hanging tie and a trench coat. I noticed his white shirt had a big blood stain on it.

“Uh, can I help you?” I asked him, a worried look on my face.

“Y-you know Dean?” he gritted through his teeth. I nodded. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and I rushed forward, ready to catch him before he fell. I got him so his arm was around my shoulders and I dragged him into my apartment. I dropped him on the couch and pulled my phone out, calling Dean and putting him on speaker phone.

“Alex?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

“Dean,” I gasped out, hearing my voice crack with worry and confusion.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing that something was wrong.

“T-there’s a man here, he showed up, um, he was looking for you. He’s bleeding, he passed out,” I stuttered, starting to cry.

“Who is he? Did he give you a name? What does he look like?”

“N-no, he didn’t give me his name. Um, h-he has blue eyes, he’s wearing a trench coat,” I paused, thinking.

“Okay, listen to me. His name is Castiel, and if he’s hurt, something bad is happening. Sam and I are on our way, okay? Just make sure he’s okay, Alex,” Dean said. I nodded, but I knew he could hear me. “Alex?” he repeated, his voice firm.

“Y-yeah, right, I got it,” and we hung up. I threw my phone on the table behind us and I worked on turning Castiel over. When I managed that, I loosened his tie so it wasn’t in the way and I unbuttoned his shirt. I found the spot that was bleeding and cleaned all around it with my first aid kit I kept under my coffee table.

The actual wound was round and deep. I took a deep breath and held a cloth over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. I thought back to my time at school when we did first aid one year, but my mind was blank. I heard my door burst open and Sam came rushing to me. Dean picked me up off the ground where I was kneeling in front of Castiel.

I stood away from Sam and Castiel, latching onto Dean with my arms wrapped around his neck. My face was buried into his chest, trying to hold back my tears, but failing. I could hear Dean whispering in my ear, trying to soothe me. I took a deep breath after a couple of minutes, but I could still feel tears falling down my cheeks.

“Is he gonna be okay? Is he gonna die?” I asked, looking up at Dean. I was still latched onto him.

His eyes looked teary. “He’s tough, he should be fine,” he cleared his throat, and I let go of him. He walked over to where Sam was crouching in front of Castiel. I watched their interactions. They were both worried. I walked closer, so I was leaning against the back of the couch.

I watched as Dean looked over him, tears in his eyes. I wondered who he was, exactly, and how he knew who I was. “I think we just need to let him rest now. We’ve done all we can do,” Sam said, standing up from him couching position. I sighed, nodding. I announced to them that I thought that we should all go to bed. “One of you can stay in my room with me, if you want,” I said, and walked to my bedroom. I took my pants off, and I realised that I was wearing an old shirt of Sam’s. I smiled and buried myself under the blankets, letting all my tears fall.

Soon, I heard my door creak open and light pour in. I looked over and saw Sam walking towards me. He had his boxers on, but no shirt. I smiled as he climbed into the bed with me. “Hey, Alex,” he whispered, making me smile.

“Sammy,” I said as a greeting. He looked at my face in the dark, squinting so he could make it out. He noticed that I had been crying.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, worried.

“It’s stupid, don’t worry about it,” I shook my head. He grabbed my hand.

“It’s not stupid if you’re crying over it, tell me,” he said, and in this moment, it felt like they had never left me. Sam and I were still telling each other everything that happened in our lives, Dean and I jokingly made fun of Sam for wanting to read his books rather than come for a walk run along the beach with us. I smiled, remembering what it was like to have these boys as a constant in my life.

“I-I just, I feel this is my fault. Like Dean blames me, kinda, for what’s happening to Castiel,” I said, shyly. “I can tell that they’re pretty close, you know.”

“Listen, Alex, that isn’t what’s happening. None of this is your fault – I mean, you don’t even know what’s happening – what Cas is!” he shook his head. “You don’t need to feel like that. Dean – or I – doesn’t blame you for what happened to Cas,” he whispered the last part, kissing my forehead.

“Thanks, Sammy,” I whispered, cuddling into his bare chest and falling asleep.

-

When I woke up, Sam wasn’t in bed anymore. I checked my phone quickly before I got up. I walked out of my room, a smile on my face, but it was soon taken over by a frown. There was no Castiel lying on the couch anymore. I checked the bathroom, the spare bedroom, the kitchen and anywhere else he – or Sam and Dean – could have been. All three of them were gone. I started to feel panic rising up my stomach. I got my phone and called Dean – there was no answer. I called Sam next, there also, was no answer. “Shit,” I whispered, calling Dean again, this time, leaving a message. “Listen, Dean, I just woke up and you guys aren’t here. Where are you all? I – I um, don’t care if you’re at the bunker or whatever, but just, call me back, yeah? I worry about you.”

I sighed, putting the phone down and flopping onto the couch. I can’t believe they’re gone again.

-

BTS’s Suga/Yoongi x reader:

The combination of loud music, cheap alcohol and drunk people that seemed to grind on everything that moved had become too much. You wanted to get away. No. you needed to get away.

Your head spun as you made your way towards a set of stairs. You had absolutely no idea where they went, the house you were in being completely foreign to you, but you ascended them anyway.

After opening the first and second doors to your left and finding couples whose bodies were twisted around each other in such a state, you were tempted to just sit in the hall. Suddenly, voices could be heard from behind you. ‘Great…’ you thought.

You heard the click of a lock somewhere to your right, slightly behind you, before a firm hand pressed to your mouth. The person’s other hand wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you back into the room before kicking the door shut. You squeaked into your abductor’s hand before harshly ramming your elbow into their stomach.

You heard a deep grunt leave their lips and then the squeak of old spring as they fell back onto something.

Your eyes were wide as they tried to adjust to the dark room. The voice outside the door had grown louder, you couldn’t deal with loud people right at this moment. Forgetting the person behind you, you lunged forwards clicking the lock.

“The noise getting to you too?” You froze hearing a male voice. “You should really thank me for pulling you in here.”

You gulped, turning slowly to face him. The lights from the outside shone through the old blinds that he had just opened.

“Min Yoongi.” You looked at him questioningly causing him to roll his eyes. “That’s my name…”

“I know who you are, I’ve seen you at school.”

“Makes two of us then…” He muttered under his breath.

You weren’t going to show fear, you knew how to defend yourself in case he tried anything funny. Though, by the way he was slouched over the old looking lounge you doubt he’d even move.

You watched him slip down the sofa so he was in more of a lying position. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his body. He looked too formal for a house party. He had a white dress shirt on and a loose black tie. He wore black jeans that hung low on his hips.

“You like?” He muttered, noticing your eyes take in his body.

Your vision moved to his face as you watched him take his bottom lip between his teeth before letting his head rest back on the sofa. His hand moved up, adjusting his collar. So he was playing with you.

A smirked lined his lips before he dropped his hand, tapping the space next to him. “Come here beautiful…”

You weren’t sure why, but your body moved. It may have been because of the alcohol. Or the way he was looking at you. Or the huskiness of his voice. Or even the fact that you had a small crush on him. But you ended up next to him before a heavy make-out session commenced.

The next morning you woke facing a clean white wall. A soft and warm bed under you, an equally warm arm loosely but still possessively over your hip. You turned towards the owner and took in the perfect features of Min Yoongi.

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Got7′s Yugyeom/Kim Yugyeom x reader:

You were sitting in you boyfriend’s lap as you versed him in Mario Kart. Your boyfriend Kim Yugyeom had invited you to his dorm to play video games.

"Ahh ______ your too good at this!!" He whined in your ear.

You laughed evilly in response, crossing the finish line a long way ahead of him.

He groaned and threw his controller on the ground, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into the soft skin of your neck. You blush as he kissed your neck and a small whimper escaped your parted lips. He smirked, speedily spinning you in his arms so that now you face him. He immediately locked his lips with yours, your arms snaking around his neck, one of your hands lacing into his hair giving it a light tug. A grunt left his mouth at you action and you turned a light shade of red.

"Ooooohhh! What's going on here?!?" A loud voice game from the door way, causing you to pull apart.

You shyly hid your head in the crook of his neck, your faced now fully flushed red.

"EWWW!!" You heard Jackson obnoxious voice ring throughout the room.

"Ah hyungs!!" Yugyeom groaned while stroking the back of your head.

The hyungs only laughed in response walking to their rooms talking loudly.

You looked up and into your boyfriend’s eyes, tears welling up in yours because of the embarrassment.

"Aha, don't cry doll." He laughed and grabbed your flushed cheeks.

You laughed in response.

You two were interrupted though, "Makane..." Mark whispered, both of you looked at him waiting to hear when he was going to say.

"Use protection. Hwaiting!" He whispered with his thumbs up.

A small whine left the back of your throat as you once again hid in your boyfriend’s neck.

"Mark hyung!!!" Yugyeom yelled and he threw his head back with a hand over his face, trying to his his blush.

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