Bound To You
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 36m
  • Reads 300
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 36m
Ongoing, First published Oct 31, 2018
Emma Singer, the niece of Bobby Singer, was raised as a hunter with her brother Luke and twin sister Lucy. Running from her past, the three find their way to the Winchesters. Lives are lost, deals are made. Bonds are formed that could change the course of fate herself. Emma grapples with finding hope in a damaged world, but something dark is brewing in the shadows and it's coming straight for her. 

****First Fic I've been brave enough to upload. Be nice, be honest and excuse me while I vomit. I'm cherry picking here. I'm taking things from other seasons and pulling the rest from my ass. Theres lots of angst, lots of action, lots of fluff, and possible some steamy stuff but I'm not sure where the story is headed. Dear Sam take the back seat of that impala because I'm on a Dean kick. I have a plan but I want this to evolve on its own! Thanks!! Also if you like it yay but please don't take my shit.****
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8 parts Ongoing Mature

"Allie had found her father after years of searching. He wasn't an easy man to find. Made sense. If one were to look in the grizzled hunter's home they would probably run- and keep running. Yet she stayed there. Frankly, where else would she go? Other people were too busy chasing silver in hopes of finding gold. Gold to her was being right there with someone who hadn't been around for a long time. A figure that represented hope and renovation. Something desperately needed. Deserved. The loss of her mother had bred a sort of... delay in cognisance. The world proved vapid and although it inched and wormed around her, she felt void. The lust of desiring open landscapes and anything other than a fucking grey hospital room consumed her. Wires sat eerily behind her eyelids - the vision of incoming death. Those moments were a plague that often became pushed down behind a winning smile, pearly teeth on full display from her youthful stint in braces." Rewrite of a previous fic. If you were reading the other one, I encourage you to restart with this one. It's much better as my writing has improved. Characterizations are more in depth, horror elements are more distinct. This one will also be more explicit. Think of Supernatural if it was on HBO.