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SET #1: PICTURES (ACES)

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to make a house a home | supernatural/teen wolf | 300

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“Do you think we’re making a mistake?”

Sam pauses from where he’s pulling up the painter’s tape and cardboard and glances to where Allison is sitting on the floor. Around her are the bright white walls that they had spent hours painstakingly plastering. On the one hand, he doesn’t want to answer that question in the affirmative, given all the work that was put in, but he also knows that Allison can be indecisive.

“No?” He raises an eyebrow. “Do you think we’ve made a mistake?”

“Maybe?” She glances over at him with an apologetic look. “Just … we do come home covered in blood a lot.”

“We do.”

“And occasionally, that might extend to our walls.”

“Also true.”

“So maybe we might want to opt for a darker color that wouldn’t make that quite so … obvious?”

He nods once, considering, before moving to sit next to her, staring up at the whiteness of the blood again. “Are you trying to get out of decorating or are you trying to get us stuck in a painting loop until one of us meets an unfortunate death?”

Allison laughs before pushing at his shoulder lightly. “You knew this about me when you agreed to move in with me.”

“I did,” Sam sighs. “Which is why I’m prepared to tell you that the walls will be just fine. One, because we’re bringing home a lot less bloody after work activities lately.” He pauses and picks up the can to hand it to her. “And two, because the paint is scotch guarded to be easy to clean.”

“Against crayons and fingerprints. Do you really think that qualifies as supernaturally tested?”

“Probably not.” He smirks as he drapes an arm around her shoulders. “But I’m willing to test it with you and find out.”

fathoms below | supernatural/teen wolf | 300

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Banshees don’t go wrong often, but when they do, it’s messy.

Allison knows this all too well, having signed up to help Lydia on her quest to find more girls like her, who just need help and have nowhere to turn when they stumble over dead bodies, but this lead had already gone wrong long before the three of them arrived. Lydia, ever determined, not wanting to give up on someone like her, tries to reason with her, and the tunnel vision causes her to miss the signs.

The growing stench of death. The cloying thickness of it in the air. The gnarled hand coming up over the top of the ridge and reaching to grab —
“Sam!”

The word flies from Allison’s lips just in time for Sam to turn, gun out and back towards her. Lydia catches on at that point, turning from soft pleas to determined anger while Allison and Sam do what they can to keep the corpses from getting closer. She should have known that they were walking into a place where the banshee, Maria, would have the biggest advantage: a graveyard full of potential zombies.

In the end, Lydia takes control, returning the dead to their rest and crossing off another name on the list of banshees she had to track down. As they walk out, Allison drapes an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer.

“It wasn’t what she wanted,” she says softly. “Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do.” Sometimes all you can do is lose.

Sam meets her eyes in the rearview mirror as they pile into the car, understanding all too well. For every banshee they lose, however, there’s always another one they can save. All it will take is time to find that person.

And they’ll do whatever it takes.

like lightning in a bottle | supernatural/teen wolf | 300

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Sam pulls the wires away from the wall as he makes his way through the building, trying to find the one he’s looking for. Allison comes up beside him, bow drawn.

“How much time do you think you need?”

“Hard to say.”

“Do you think Dean will buy enough time?” Sam gives her an exasperated look. “Right. Sorry, not helping.”

Sam turns his attention back to the mess in front of him, shuffling through the wires until he finds the right one, a large plug that belongs to the magical contraption that seems to hold the spirits in place, storing them until they’re ready for whatever infernal purpose the bad guy of the week has conjured up. That they’ve combined magic and technology in this way gets under Sam’s skin—gone are the days when ghosts had a body to burn or unfinished business to resolve.

He doesn’t want to think what could happen if they don’t resolve this now.

A heavy thump sounds on the floor above them, and he snaps out of his thoughts, startled into action. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the heavy cord, he pulls as hard as he can, yanking the plug clean off the wall. He stumbles back into Allison and she turns to catch him, although he’s much taller than she is. By the time their feet were steady and the house quiets, they both let out a sigh of relief.

“Dean?” He shouts up at the floor.

“I’m good.”

Sam relaxes and turns to Allison. “You?” She nods, and he relaxes even more. “So that’s the Dread Doctors, huh?”

“Yeah,” Allison nods. “I really want to put a stop to them once and for all.”

Sam nods in agreement, before turning to lead her up out of the basement. “Right behind you.”

more than words | supernatural/teen wolf | 300

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“You’re making this too complicated.”

Dean watches his brother as he scowls at himself and tosses another piece of crumpled paper onto the motel floor. Sam then turns that impressive scowl on Dean as he shoves the pad away from him.

“What part of asking Allison to marry me isn’t complicated?”

“The asking part. She isn’t looking for poetry, you know. She just wants it to mean something. Not that I understand why you want to get married in the first place, but if you’re gonna, you should at least remember who you’re getting married to.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “We still actually want to be part of the world, Dean. Do normal things every once in a while.”

“Yeah. Only you realize there’s going to be nothing legal about it. You might as well just get married in Vegas under one of your aliases.”

Sam’s jaw clenches. But Sam also knows that Dean isn’t wrong, and eventually the tension falls away.

“I just want it to be perfect. To be something we remember and tell our kids.”

Dean smirks before getting up to grasp his brother by the shoulder. “Assuming you live long enough to have kids and I live long enough to be the cool uncle, I’m one hundred percent sure that when asked about how their parents met, I’m going to make it really, really embarrassing on your part. Allison will look cool, though.”

The door to the motel room swings open, and Allison enters. “Allison will look cool in what?”

Sam looks panicked, but Dean smirks. “The Lifetime movie of your and Sammy’s love.”

Allison snorts. “Are you sure it won’t be a horror movie?” She makes her way to the bathroom and Dean grins.

“See? Practical.”

Sam sighs before shaking his head. “I hate you.”

better together | supernatural/teen wolf | 300

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Sam lays motionless in the hospital bed, and Allison doesn’t know what to do.

Allison used to have Dean to wait with her. They would trade off, being concerned versus being reassured, a delicate balance in their love for Sam. Allison misses those days. She misses Dean.

But Dean is gone, and she’s still here—eventually she was going to have to do this on her own.

The hunt had been a messy one. They weren’t alone in the woods. She had thought it was an omega, and it turned out to be a pack instead. A pack bent on making sure the latest head of the Argent family didn’t get what she wanted.

So when all you want is to live peacefully, naturally, the best target is your spouse, even if he’s a hunter himself.

Reaching under her shirt, she pulls out the long silver chain she keeps her wedding rings on when they are out hunting. She undoes the clasp, sliding them off the chain and into her palm, before slipping them back on her finger. It’s a gesture that’s grounding enough, for now.

Reaching out to take his hand, she curls her fingers around his and gives his hand a soft squeeze.

“You tell your brother that I’m not done with you yet.” Her voice is soft, trembling. She knows enough of being a hunter to sense that Sam might be somewhere in the room, stuck in the in-between, so she’ll talk to him like he’s there and make sure he understands her. “You tell him it’s still my turn. And you get to go when I’m good and ready.”

Nothing happens. Then, the heart monitor blips and his fingers twitch around hers. It’s not much, but she’ll take it as a promise until he’s awake again.