Fic title: Okay this just got weird

College AU. 

Dean, Cas, Sam, Charlie, Jo, and Benny are all hanging out in the dorms drinking their prohibited PBR when they decide to play a little game of “never have I ever”. It starts with your usual, “never have I ever had sex with an ex after a break-up” “never have I ever gotten so drunk I passed out” “never have I ever been skinny dipping” and then it gets… odd. 

Enter a series of strange things that no one should have ever really done but some of them have anyway. (And yes, there will be references to tentacles.) 

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Made up fic title: Witching Hour

I’ve written a few lighter witch AUs recently so I think I’m gonna go darker with this one. 

Setting: New England forest. Vague time period but definitely not the 21st century. 

Rey runs away from home and her abusive uncle and gets lost in the woods. She’s cold, starving, and frightened when she runs across what looks like and abandoned bonfire. The coals are still hot so she gathers up some nearby kindling and a few logs and starts herself a small fine. Suddenly, from the shadows, a man approaches. She’s terrified but all he does is talk to her. He knows a lot about her, apparently, and it’s unnerving. Still, she can’t help but feel compelled to listen and to speak when he asks her questions. She finds herself pouring out her life story before she can stop herself. He offers her a deal; she’ll find her way out of the woods, and she’ll never be at the mercy of any human being ever again. She’ll never be powerless ever again. All he asks of her is a single kiss. It’s odd, but she accepts. 

Rey then wakes up just outside the woods and things start to get… weird. Things she’s wanted but never dared hope for just start to happen. Her uncle drops dead and leaves the house to her. A great job practically falls in her lap. Other people just sort of bend to her will. It’s odd, but it’s kind of nice! At least, until that shadowy man shows up again and starts making demands. 

Maybe she should’ve been more wary before charging off into the woods, before burning god knows what over an open flame, before kissing a strange man in the middle of the night. Maybe then she wouldn’t be in service to the devil himself. 

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