On Purpose

On Purpose

Never Be The Same - Part 3.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 2397.

Warnings: None.

A/N: My mother will travel in less than two days and will be back in ten days, so I’ll stay at my aunt’s and/or at my dad’s, so I’m not sure about when I’ll post again, but it will be as fast as possible. Please ignore any mistakes below. Don’t forget to tell me what you think and let me know if you want to be tagged in the series.

Dean did not remembered much while he was sleeping. Actually, only one specific event crossed his mind. The time when you decided waiting was useless and traveled to see your uncle all by yourself.

Your grandfather never found out about the hunting so it was hard for him to understand why sometimes your father just vanished or where his money came from. And of course, you always found an excuse to explain things or created reasons. You grew up really fast without even noticing.

Dean knew how mature you were at such a young age. When both of you thought Sam was gone for good, he said it was better if you stayed home for a while and you didn't listen. The next day you said he would have to pick you up at the airport. Dean always admired your braveness for flying alone all the time. A couple days with him and you went back home pretending everything was just fine, like you knew you shouldn't tell your grandfather that your father was gone.

When Sam came back, you were so happy that the fact that he was not dead the all time, was not enough to keep you away from him. But knowing that he remembered you and just left you for that long, was scaring. And seeing how Ben forgot about you suddenly, was too much for a child. Until today you miss Ben, he was so much like your uncle that you couldn't help but imagine both of you driving through the country with the Impala one day.

Sam even considered making you forget about him after he left you while he was soulless but Dean would never allow it. Not after losing Lisa and Ben, not after making you lose them as well. He couldn't let you lose your father or lose you too.

You had reasons to be afraid of being forgotten, this was not the first time and you just got even more scared it wouldn't be the last.

Dean and Sam always argued when it came to how educate you. Sam wanted you as far from the hunter life as possible, but he also knew he couldn't lie to you and that you needed to learn how to protect yourself. Dean already knew being his niece would never let you have a normal life, but he tried to make you be a normal child all the time. Basically, you had the chance to be a kid, but a special one - a kid who at 9 could deal with a demon without even worrying about it. You trusted everything they thought you, all the things you learned by yourself and you knew that with experience you could be a great hunter someday.

You always gave priority to school, but the books you brought from the bunker and all the searching ability your father passed to you turned you into a supernatural genius, you are always learning more about the monsters, spells, religions and languages as well. And your physical abilities scared all of your P.E. teachers, all the classes are too boring for someone who already knows how to use many different guns, how to throw knifes, how to manage a bow and arrow or defend herself with a sword and fight with all her colleagues.

All that wasn't enough for you being allowed to hunt, and you know that knowing things is not enough. You wanted to hunt, so you did it. Alone? No. Claire was with you. After they caught you hunting together, you started hunting with them sometimes. It was safer with them then doing it all by yourself.

"You're right. We should probably take a look at it." Sam said. "You think you'll be fine here?"

"Yes." You said. "But I can help."

"I don't think so." He said again.

"Please let me go. Wouldn't be the first time."

"Maybe, but this reality me is not happy with the idea of you fighting things on purpose. I'm sure you know how to protect yourself but hunting for real is a lot different."

"I can handle it."

"Y/N, I think he is right." Castiel said. "We're not used with you... yet."

"Well, I'm used with you and I know exactly what to do."

"There's a chance we're not the same, you know that right? And that includes hunting." The angel tried to make you understand.

"Let's see then. I go in this one with you, we'll see how it goes and I promise as soon as we come back I'll go to school."

"Y/N..." Of course Sam wouldn't like the idea.

"Sure." Dean said interrupting his brother. He remembered how grown up you've been and gave you a chance. "But first, I want to see how you fight. You won't leave this bunker until I'm sure you know what you are doing."

"Deal."

"Let's start with shooting, how about that?" Dean asked while you prepared yourself to shoot an arrow. He looked at you. "Really?"

"Why do you think I have the tattoo?" You explained and positioned the bow.

"Don't worry, I rarely use it on hunts." You shoot. Perfect. After that, you grabbed your Airsoft Colt.

"You like it, don't you?"

"I always loved the details in it."

"What about shooting?"

"Easy." You demonstrated. Again, perfect.

"Alright..." He was truly impressed. You chose a random knife and threw it without even thinking. "Apparently you do know what you're doing, but I'm still not sure about you in action."

"I may be short, but I know how to fight." He doubt. "Wanna see?"

"What? No! I won't fight with you."

"I promise I won't hurt you." You provoked, knowing he would he give in.

"You sure about that?" As soon as he was close enough you knocked him over.

"Yes." Now, he would take it seriously.

You were all sweat, with a ponytail and a bottle of water when you came back to the kitchen where your father was washing the dishes.

"I have to say, Sam... She is impossible." He admitted to his little brother.

"I learned from the best." You smiled shyly.

"Are you sure, Y/N?"

"She is." Dean answered for you. He was not only proud of you, but he saw how smart you are, how you did all that research and found a case all by yourself. After witnessing your physical abilities, your uncle realized he was also proud of Sam and himself. "We thought her well."

Sharing the backseat with Castiel is something you are used to. Usually, each one of you seated by a window and the roads were always the same: you fell asleep listening to classic rock or just relaxed while watching the nothing and everything at the other side of the window. Everything changed when you had to wait at the motel because you are too young to pretend being an FBI agent. It, helped when you looked for more information at the internet or read about other things that happened at the same town or something like that.

Castiel stayed with you at the motel and tried to make you some company in his clumsy way. It's impossible to put into words how much you love him. When you two met, you were amazed by him, not because he was an angel, but because he was always so simple with you and how he acted like such a baby. You really liked spending time with him, especially when you two played as the two kids you were. But now, it was a little bit different. He was more human each day that passed and you, more adult. Lately, you felt distant from him. But ever since this mess happened you started noticing he is still just the baby angel he has always been. He is not naive like before, but he'll always be naive in his own way.

"Castiel." You called his attention. "What do you remember?"

"You praying to me. A lot." You laughed a little. "And your powers." You swallowed.

"Do you think they know that?"

"I'm not sure." He paused. "You don't have to be afraid of telling them. They knew before, didn't they?"

"But I didn't have to tell, they found out when I was little."

"I see... Well, everything will be fine as long as you don't do anything stupid." He is honest without even noticing, that's something you admire.

Both of you stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. You checked your phone for the first time after your existence became a all time-space situation. You did not have your grandfather's number anymore, neither your school friends. Well, it was something you were dealing with. Who would guess that by losing Jessica, Sam would have you and you would lose people too. Nobody was losing you, but you were losing everyone, including yourself.

"Y/N." You looked at Castiel, trying not to let the fact you were sad be exposed through tears. "Have I always been here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I..." He did not know what he wanted to say.

"What did you remember?" You asked again, not only curious but worried this time.

"I'm not sure. Mostly, your prayers." He looked down "I couldn't remember any actual memory with you."

"All those years won't suddenly appear to any of you." You said knowing yourself how afraid you were that things would be different now. "Don't worry." You knew what he meant.

"I believe that spending more time with you would help. You should stay with us for a while." He sounded nervous.

"I know." You took a deep breath. "But, me not staying is what we are used to."

"I feel like I don't have much to remember..." He confessed.

"Wanna try to remember something now?" He looked curious. "Once, I had a terrible nightmare. My parents died in front of me and I couldn't do anything." You started telling. "Both of them, said goodbye to me and as soon as I woke up I needed to know if everything was okay, but before I reached the telephone, you appeared." His eyes widened. "I was praying to you without even noticing. You showed up in the middle of the night at my grandfather's house and stayed with me until I could sleep again." He stayed quiet trying to remember.

"How old were you?"

"Around eight, I guess." You could not tell what he was thinking at that moment, sometimes he is hard to read.

"You scared me." He said after a while. "A lot." He laughed, making you smile.

Cass have always been a confusing figure, mostly because of the fact he is an angel. A fallen angel, yes, but still the best you'll ever know. The one who rarely is afraid of something, that sometimes takes time to understand things or simply don't and also can be a little bit insensitive in other's perspectives. Well, this angel could be scared by you or by the idea of something bad happening to you, your ability at explaining some things for him is incredible and how you try to be as honest as he is not giving a damn about anything else is one of the things that make you who you are.

Meanwhile, after trying to discover everything they could, the Winchester Brothers were heading back to the motel.

"How are you dealing with everything, man? Remembered anything about Y/N?"

"Not much, but more information than I think that I can manage right now." He paused. "I did remember a lot about her mother, which helps. But... It's not like I suddenly know how to be a father."

"We've been through scariest things." Dean said to his brother and himself.

"She wanted to come. Maybe a teenager is more scary than we think." They laughed.

"Nah, she handles it. I mean, she doesn't even sound like a teenager when she is talking about all of this."

"Yeah, she is really calm." Sam said and then, noticed that Dean was trusting her more than he ever would in a situation like so. "What did you remember?"

"You without a soul and your daughter having enough for the both of us." He smiled a little. "She is strong. That's what I remembered. This is the reason why I know she'll be fine."

"Right. I guess I should probably..." Sam started without a clue about that time of your life, trying to guess what he did and what Dean did.

"Thank me? Just doing my job."

Anyone who thinks Dean is overprotective with Sam, doesn't know about your existence. He knows that you are more than able to protect yourself and others, especially because he made sure of that ever since you can remember. But this doesn't stop him from wanting you far from any possible danger. He knows that you can't run from what you are, just like he can't. But, he also makes everything possible to make sure you never deal with things he considers just too much to anyone. Not only you, but Sam, Castiel and himself as well. The difference is that you're the one they can keep safe most of the times.

"You are probably right. I just don't see why she would want to hunt on purpose, you know? I mean, she can do whatever she wants, she didn't even live with us. Why would she want to do such thing?"

"Well you got one thing right: she is doing it on purpose. She has a purpose. Ask her which one is it."

After your conversation with Castiel, you couldn't stop thinking about how to tell them about your "special abilities", telling them before they discovered or remembered was the easiest way even if it didn't seem like it was. Since the "beginning" you've been trying to gain their trust and hiding this was just what you needed to take a step back. You know yourself and you know what can happen when you get nervous - you don't do it on purpose, but you still feel like somehow you do.

So, you decided thinking too much was not helping and that just spitting out would be easier. The door opened while Cass was too distracted with the cartoon - that was supposed to distract you too - and you stood up.

"I have powers."

Next.

Reylo Baby????

Ok, maybe I'm still in shock, but I have to talk about this. Just makes a lot of sense in my head.

First: we all know that through the trilogies, the parallels between scenes are common and normally mean something.

With that in mind, let's remember this scene:

- Anakin smiling after he and Padmé kiss and she tells him she's pregnant.

Now, in tros, when Ben and Rey fight Palpatine, he says that the Force bond between them, is the kind of bond strong enough to create life.

Not giving life to one another, but creating life from their bond. Something new, perhaps.

When Ben brings Rey back, he puts his hand on her belly and when she wakes, she reaches it as well:

She comes back, they look at each other, kiss and:

"This is a happy moment. The happiest moment of my life!"

THIS SMILE.

THIS ANGLE.

THIS SCENE.

just saying...

(Credits of the images to their owners)

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

First of all: fanfiction is about a writer training. Sometimes, writers take an inspiration to start something. Sometimes, theories are based on what could happen.

Second: Nobody is throwing shit at Robin. If you guys read a little, you'll see the imagines/hcs mentioning Robin having a girlfriend/female date.

Third: Maybe, a young girl identifies with Robin's personality and she must knows that liking a girl doesn't mean she is lesbian and tomorrow she might fall in love and identify as a bi, pan or literally WHATEVER.

Also: It's okay to shipp straight x straight, gay × gay, bc once you imagine, the characther is yours, you can even create a all new thing from it.

Remember: When you shipp a couple, they can or cannot get together. What you think romantic is up to you.

Most important: Why would you throw hate at people who are being totally clear about their respect over Robin or any other LBGT character?

Pls, calm down. People just need to put their creativity out. In the end, Robin will be what she is and nobody here can change that.

I don't mean to offend, I just don't see a point at fighting over this and/or making writers confused and bad about what they've created. Hope everyone enjoys this incredible character.

Consequences

Never Be The Same - Part 2.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 1723.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I had to give a past to the character but don’t worry if it does not matches you, it won’t make a big difference through the series. Let me know if any of you want to be in my taglist. Hope you like it, don’t forget to tell me what you think!

"I say we go there and she'll talk."

"It's better if we do what she wants. At least try." Sam already had what he would need to write everything down.

"If she is who she says she is, she'll obey." He knew it was true, but Dean can take time to have faith sometimes.

"She does not like being there either." Castiel called his attention. "We are scared and confused, yes, but she is even more. We are here arguing and in the meantime she is locked in her room. We have no idea who she is now, but for her, we're the ones who she can trust. Maybe who she trusts the most." He paused. "She was the one who prayed. No calls or texts on our way back here, she was worried."

Dean stopped complaining and started doing his homework as well. After hours, Castiel stopped but Dean and Sam were not sure if they were done yet. The anxiety was not helping the memories. You told your father not to think about you, but that was impossible already. The brothers were one in front of the other, both of them tired and dying curious.

"How are you?" He finally asked.

"How are you?"

"Well, you are the father."

"Yeah, and when she told me to do this she sounded just like you."

"You know what?" Dean was going to complete but Castiel said first.

"...Screw it!"

They practically ran to your bedroom, leaving their notes and texts behind. It was almost two in the morning when you heard the knocks. You should be sleeping but how to sleep with all the confusion in your head? So, you did what you shouldn't: research. When you opened the door,

"She died, right?" You said quickly. "She is alive."

"What?" You left the door open and went back to your table where your laptop was open.

"She never met you and never died." It was kinda cruel to say that, but you needed to explain your theory. "Not everything changed, I'm here and she's alive but apparently, that's all. Like, I came from a different dimension or something but the past hasn't changed how it should. That's why you don't remember me, your now memories are still true."

"How did you find all this out?" The angel was impressed.

"Research."

"Yep. She is your daughter." Dean said to Sam, who was the only one that realized how concerned you were.

"What's the problem?"

"I was never born."

"How were you never born?" Once again what you said sounded impossible and Dean was getting even more confused.

"Because here my mother is alive."

You went to the kitchen, where Sam prepared some tea. You were about to tell them a story they know already and always have, at least for you. The worst was that in the beginning you thought something was wrong with them. But now you knew you were the one who was wrong. Who shouldn't even exist in their lives.

"Here." Sam gave you a mug.

"Thank you." You said shy. He sat and waited for you with the others. You could see they were nervous and very curious. You took a deep breath and still didn't know how to start. Everything sounded too silly to be said out loud.

"You have a middle name?" Dean asked, which helped you. You nodded.

"Maria."

"Maria? Like..." Sam started.

"...Mary, yeah." You confirmed.

"Did I..." He prepared himself to ask. "Did I chose it?"

"Actually, my mother chose Y/N Maria without even consulting you." Dean and Cass laughed a little.

"I do like it." He smiled shy too. "And your mother?"

"Her name was Camila, studying law when she met you. You were almost proposing to her and she was almost telling you about being pregnant. But then, Azazel showed up and she came back home so we would be safer. He never found out about her or me." You swallowed.

"Home?" Cass asked.

"South America." The three pair of eyes widened. "I'm Brazilian and so was she."

"I'm impressed." Dean said.

"So you lived there with her?" Sam was very focused.

"She died in the labor, so I live with my grandfather and come to stay with you in vacations, holidays and weekends. At least once a month even if my grandfather doesn't want me to."

"Why not?" Cass again.

"He only saw my father as the reason why my mother left college and I know he blames him for her death instead of me..."

"It isn't your fault." Sam interrupted.

"It isn't yours. He just didn't want me to have too much of your influence."

"In a way, he was right." Of course Sam wanted you to have education and distance from the hunter life. But he also couldn't stay away from you for too long, neither could Dean. So, ever since you can remember, you learned everything they knew. First because you should know how to protect yourself, being a Winchester putted you in danger and also, because you were smart and learned too much too fast.

"Yeah, well. His plan did not actually work." You laughed. "He wanted me to be this perfect girl so much that he left the 'raising me work' to a intern school. I think he didn't want to make the same mistakes he thinks he did with my mom." You paused. Saying too much. You loved your grandfather so much, you just hated how he tried to put you against who you've always been: a Winchester.

"He sounds nice." Castiel tried to fill the silence. You smiled.

"He is." You looked down.

"I think that's enough for now. You look tired." It felt like you were being interrogated. "Get some sleep." Sam said before the trio leave the room.

You were at your bedroom after trying to sleep and again, failing, reading new things and the same again. Hurting yourself but at the same time doing what you needed to. You heard two soft knocks at your door before it opened revealing your father.

"Hey." He said getting in.

"Hey." You answered, still with your hand on the mouse.

It is obvious that you are Sam's daughter. You have a lot of your mother in you, like your skin color, eyebrows, nose and the color of your eyes. The rest of your face is possible thanks to his genetics in you, just like your hair. You have as much hair as he does, and the color is exactly the same, but you have some more waves and little curls in it just like your mother did in hers. You are the perfect mix, but anyone who knew both would say you look more like him and that you remind people of him not only in your appearance but you being you, you are the short version of Sammy. Yes, you are shorty like your mother was.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked sitting on your bed. You shocked your head. None of you knew what to say next.

"Did you remember anything else?"

"Actually, that's why I'm awake. I guess tomorrow I'll have a memory hangover." You laughed. "Are you okay?"

"No." You laughed trying not to cry. "But I'll be." You assured him.

"I'm sorry about everything."

"You don't have to be. It's not your fault." He saw that you were still digging about your family's life in this reality.

"Is that why you can't sleep?" You nodded. He got closer and saw a picture of your mother. "She looks different from what I remember." And then, looked at you.

"What do you remember?"

"How crazy she was. She wanted to be a lawyer to fight for what she believed in and I knew she was going to be an amazing one." He really was remembering.

"Well, she is." You closed your laptop and went to your bed quickly. "I'm glad she is doing what she loves." Sam took a deep breath and sat by your side.

"You know that it's not your fault that she died, right?"

"Do you feel like it's your fault that Jess died?" He couldn't answer.

"It's not the same."

"It's not like I owe my life to her because she died giving birth to me. I owe her own life, now she has it." He stayed quiet. No idea what to do. "So, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm sorry about your mother and your grandfather. And, I am scared too, maybe even more than you, but we'll figure it out." He said calmly, even if he was freaking out inside.

There he was. The one you actually knew. Ever since this mess started, you saw someone you knew how would think, feel and act - Sam. But now, for the first time in the last long hours, you saw the person you trusted and loved with no doubt or fear - your father.

In the day that followed, you got scared with the first thing that happened once you went to the kitchen to have breakfast: Dean hugged you tightly and for too many seconds. He remembered a lot in his sleep. Castiel remembered too but he was always awkward in a cute way: he tried to prepare your favorite breakfast. It wasn't the best, but you were so happy that you didn't even noticed. They didn't remember much but they recognized you already.

"So, you said you have tattoos" Dean said finishing his bacon.

"I have the anti-possession one in my back and these two." You showed your arm and your right collarbone with the "non timebo mala" in it.

"If you have the anti-possession one why do you still wear the necklace?" Cass asked why you had the same symbol in your neck.

"I..." Sam was having another flashback. "I gave it to her mother to protect and she gave it to Y/N." It was the one thing you had that was as much as yours and your mother's and your father's. "Y/N, I know that you came here to spend your school summer with us but if you're staying here you have to get back to classes soon so..."

"Sammy, the girl just landed in a new reality, give her some time."

"It's okay, he's right. But, before we do that, I found a case..."

Next.

Huntress- Part One: Screw You

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E1, so warning: SPOILERS

“I’ve been tortured by the devil himself and this is what you’ve got? A cold shower?” The man snarled. You lent back in your chair, curious and yet dreading whatever was next. There was a woman behind you, gun aimed at your head to assure you didn’t try anything. Toni insisted you watched what was happening. You saw her walk on into view, her cold stare was even piercing through a screen. She watched him as he began to shiver. You didn’t want to, you wanted to look away, to find the water works and break the pipes. Something.

But you knew you had to watch.

Shivering, his soaking body leaned forward and he managed those same two words. “Screw,” He took a deep breath “You.”

Without warning, Toni jabbed a needle in the side of his neck and within seconds he was out cold. You winced at the thought. Toni used the same routine with every one of them.

You felt a strong hand grab your upper arm and drag you into standing up. It was no use fighting at this point. They then tugged you along the corridor and threw open the door. There he was: his head hanging low, brown hair covering his closed eyes. “Put her in the corner.” Toni nodded towards the chains.

Brilliant.

They snapped the harsh metal onto your wrists and threw you to the floor. Your scorched foot scraped against the dirty floor, stinging the wounds even through a bandage. You took in a sharp breath and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against the wall. “Sweet dreams.”

You watched. You did nothing but watch as the man heaved himself up on to his feet. One foot was bandaged like yours, the other just plastered in the dust and dirt of the floor. He had unintentionally ripped jeans, a dark checked shirt draping over his broad shoulders and just a little above the shoulder length shaggy hair that surprisingly suited him. Feeling the harsh grip of the chains surrounding your wrists, you continued to observe him. With the help of the chair -originally for you- he limped towards the trapdoor-like wooden panels. But they were as chained together as your hands.

You stay perfectly still. Only your eyes moved, following him hobble around the room.

Completely unaware of you slumped in the corner; he hit one of the doors with his fist and shouted. You sighed to yourself. The dried blood tracing your face was uncomfortable to say the least. Your black eye was a constant reminder that you lost. You lost the fight and now here you were. Stupid.

You murmured “I wouldn’t bother.”. His head snapped to face you instantly, clearly shocked by your sudden outburst. “Who-,” He stumbled slightly so grabbed the wall to steady himself “Who are you?”

You continued to watch him with the same blank expression. Maybe not blank. Maybe just tired. He, however, looked evidently shocked and yet also curious. “Good question.” You huffed.

“My name’s Sam…Winchester.” He said it in such a way, as though he expected a reaction when he added his surname. Instead, it just confirmed your suspicions. “Y/N…” You whispered, looking away from him. “When did you get here?” He asked, limping over to you. He crouched down as best he could in front of you, far more concerned about you than you thought he would be.

“Last night. You were unconscious…” you trailed off.

You answered him as best you could. He didn’t deserve someone being uselessly vague at this point. His eyes noticed the bandage covering your foot, followed by his face dropping and his sympathetic eyes returning to look at you. “How old are you?” He tilted his head, his eyebrows still knitted together. You open your mouth to speak but the floor was taken by that wretched voice: “Morning all.”

You scowl and glare at her, shifting slightly to face her general direction. The metal scraped across the floor in attempt to keep you down. If it wasn’t for those chains you’d be making a beeline for the door behind her. “Hello, Y/N. I see you’ve met our new arrival,” She stopped on the last step to look between you both and smiled to herself “Look familiar?” She asked you, nodding towards ‘Sam’.

“Piss off.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I presume she hasn’t told you.” Toni turned her attention away from you.

“She’s just a kid.” He sounded almost hurt by this. Confused.

“She’s not a kid,” Toni paused to eye you “She’s your child.” Toni said the words so clearly and loudly no one could miss it. You knew really. They’d been threatening you with the possibility of finding a Winchester for long enough. Especially the famous Sam Winchester. You stared at the floor, finding an interesting slate to stare at. Intense- you felt the silence staring you down.

“…What?” Sam…your dad…managed.

“You heard me.” Silence. A sigh. “Does the name Rebecca Brooks mean anything to you?”

You almost looked up at the mention of your Mum. Despite everything, even though you knew it was her fault for getting you into this mess, her fault that…well…nevermind…you still missed her. You still wanted your revenge. ‘Screw you’ you thought.

“You’re serious?” Sam sounded exhausted and yet so determined to distinguish the truth from the lies. You knew the feeling.

“Rebecca Brooks. Studying Zoology at Stanford University. You two had a one night stand. Of course you did. Two post hunters who’d but escaped the life- you understood each other.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear to make herself perfect again. “It’s a pity you forgot what protection was.” You knew that was aimed at you but you didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting “No more than a month later she ran back to England. I may be manipulative, Sam. But I don’t lie…” She paused and you felt her stare at you “I won’t lie.”

“I thought she just dropped out…” Sam mumbled to himself.

“No. She saw you with Jessica and decided it would be best to leave. Back to England. To raise a child without a father…She was brave.” Toni moved toward the pair of you, she knew full well Sam wouldn’t hurt her. Not with her partner in the doorway- armed. And not with you in such a vulnerable position. You frowned…since when did Toni have any respect for your Mum? “brave”. The word circled your mind. She was brave, but not in Toni’s eyes. “Why did you say that?” You squint up at her, determined to find the answer.

“Say what?” She sounded taken back by your curiosity.

“You said she was brave.” You stated.

“Oh. She was. We trained her well. It wasn’t her that was the problem, Y/N. It was you.” 

You frown again: “Oh sure that clears things up.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

She stood above you, not bothering to crouch down to your level like Sam did. “I trust you’re still listening.” She said, holding out her taser so it was in your view. You move your head to face her, glancing up through your fringe.

“Good.” She jabbed the taser at your upper arm. Immediately, you flinched at the touch, your entire body trying to withdraw itself unsuccessfully. But nothing happened. She hadn’t activated it. “Screw you.” You spat, eyeing Sam for a split second.

Laughing, she folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly. “I’d have loved for your mother to see you now. What do you think she would say?”

“I doubt you’d listen.” You roll your eyes. Laughing under her breath, she nodded to herself. “Oh but we would. I would.”

“I’m going to give you a chance to get to know each other. Then we can have some fun.” Toni smiled before upping and leaving. “Oh and Sam, there’s a reason she’s chained up and you’re not.” Sam’s eyes traced the chains up to the wall “Physical strength isn’t always the best asset…Even for a hunter.”

The door closed, followed by the sound of keys, then a lock.

Silence took over the room. Maybe it was awkward. Maybe not. You were too focused on correctly assembling the information in your mind to notice. You knew someone had to say something.

“Are you really my Dad?” You asked quietly, you didn’t realise it would come out as such a whisper. 

‘Why ask?’ You thought. It would have made it easy for him to say no. But, you knew he was. Your Mum always spoke about the ‘American college boy’. But this was his chance to decline. This was his chance to shake his head. His chance to disown you. Who knows, you might have taken it.

The man nodded. “I think,” 

'Last chance' you thought, eyeing the cameras.

“Yeah. I think I am”

Huntress- P2: Family Reunion

Thanks for reading! I’m always taking ideas to improve or add to the next parts so feel free to drop me an ask! Part two will be based loosely around episode 2 of S12. I’m following the storyline while also incorporating my own so bear with if it doesn’t always fit together perfectly: I haven’t read the script obviously haha.

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