Sebastian Stan X Hunter!Millie
Requested by @fightmefool718. Okay, so this request was based off of the tv show Supernatural. You don't need to have watched the show to read this though! Basically, in SPN, there are these "hunters" who hunt supernatural creatures like demons and ghosts. I might mention some of the characters from the show, but they aren't super important. Enjoy!
//TW: contains violence and supernatural themes//
"Can't you just stay with me for tonight? I know this is important, but surely your mom can handle one more day without you," Sebastian's pleading voice asked hopefully from behind you. You simply shook your head as you rummaged around in your bag to make sure everything was in order. Flask of holy water? Check. A hearty amount of salt? Check. Hunting journal? Check. Burner phone? Check. Gun, salt rounds, and normal rounds? Check, check, and check. The rest of the things were in your duffle bag in the secret compartment in the trunk of your car.
"You know I can't just leave them like that, Seb," you reminded him once again. He would do this every time you told him you had to leave for a few days. It didn't help that this was the first time you had to leave since he proposed to you, and he was desperate to spend as much time with you as he could. It's not like you didn't feel the same way, of course. You hated that you had to go away as well, but you didn't really have a choice. If you weren't the one to save these people, then who would?
You heart clenched as he let out a defeated sigh. You tugged the zipper of your bag closed and slung it over your shoulder, spinning on your heel to face your fiancé. The corners of your lips quirked upwards slightly, and you raised a hand to touch his cheek. "I really am sorry. You know I wish I could be here, but I can't leave my parents alone. They need me. They don't have anyone else to help them out."
Sebastian's face contorted in thought. "What if... What if I came with you...?" He suggested slowly, biting his lip as he waited on your response.
Your eyes widened. "No," you shot back immediately, your voice breathy and horrified. You instantly realized your mistake when his expression fell into one of disappointment. You swallowed the lump of fear in your throat. "I mean, that's not a good idea. I don't know how long I'll be there, and I don't know what kind of shape they're in. I don't want you to see my parents like that. If anything happens to them, I want you to be able to remember them how you know them now," you lied through your teeth, flashing him a small smile. Little did he know, your "parents" in this situation actually represented you. You didn't want him to see you on a hunt. He couldn't see you killing anything, even if it was a monster. If anything happened to you, you wanted him to remember you as an average human being. The human he fell in love with.
Sebastian was visibly suspicious of your response, but he nodded his head slowly anyways. "I get it," he caved in with a mumble. You bowed your head in disappointment with the knowledge that you had hurt him, but you pushed through it. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, and you surely didn't want him to know about your messed up world.
You placed a hand on his cheek and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you, Sebastian," you reminded him, making sure to look him in the eyes as you spoke those words. You wanted him to know that you meant it.
A small, sad smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I love you too, Millie," he murmured wholeheartedly. No matter how mad you were at each other or how annoyed you got, you both always made sure to tell the other person that you loved them. Neither of you were quite sure why. It wasn't like you had spoken about it or anything, but it was more of an unspoken and mutually agreed upon rule. In your line of work, you found this ritual quite comforting. You never knew if you would get to see him again each time you left the house, so the fact that you would both always exchange I love yous no matter how you felt at the time was nice. It made you feel comfortable knowing that if anything happened to you that Sebastian would always know how much you cared.
The walk out to your car was silent. It was quite late at night, so the sun was falling from the sky and filling the world around you with a calming orange glow. The dim hinting of stars dotted the sky above you. A small sigh passed through your lips as you tossed your bag into the passenger's seat of your car.
"Got everything?" Sebastian spoke up finally. You turned at him and nodded with a smile.
"I do," you answered quietly. He chuckled and lowered his gaze to the ground. He stepped towards you and took your hands in his.
"One of these days," he began in a distant voice, "I'll be listening to you say those words on an altar."
You beamed at him and tugged his hands so they wrapped around you. He happily obliged and wasted no time in holding you close to his chest. You wound your own arms around his torso and buried your face in his shirt. Your nose was filled with the scent of vanilla and fresh coffee, along with a hint of the laundry detergent you loved so much. This always seemed to be the smell that was clinging to his skin and all of his clothing, and you knew that you wouldn't trade that scent for the world. Sometimes he would add a dash of cologne to the mixture if you were going out for the night, but it was never enough to cover up the original head-spinning concoction.
The hug lasted long enough that by the time you pulled away, the sun had almost disappeared from the sky. Only the faintest orange rays remained, but neither of you seemed to care. With one final kiss, you sat yourself down in the driver's seat of your car and started on your trip to your latest hunt.
Half an hour in, you felt your head swarming with worry. Sebastian had never reacted this deeply to you leaving before, and you couldn't stop yourself from wondering what was wrong. Had you made a mistake? Should you turn back around and curl up in bed with him, forgetting about this hunt? Surely another hunter would pick up on its trail soon enough, and they would be able to go out and fix the problem instead.
You gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white. No, you couldn't go back. You couldn't leave those poor innocent people to be slaughtered by something they don't even know exists. If you turned back now, then the deaths of those people would be on your hands. You reached over and flipped on the radio in an attempt to drown out your thoughts.
As you rolled to a stop at an infuriatingly busy intersection, you turned your attention to the cassette tapes tucked away in your glove box. Most of them were gifts from your friends the Winchesters that you had received over the years, but the rest were mostly passed down to you from your parents or gifts from Sebastian. You sorted through them until you found your favorite Green Day album and began to play it. You allowed yourself to take your mind off of Sebastian and focus on Billie Joe's voice as it rang through the car.
Meanwhile, back at home, the same songs were being played throughout the house. Sebastian had put on your favorite album after you had left so he could be reminded of you while he sat down to continue writing one of the short stories he started in his writing class. It was a romance story, intended to be sweet and lighthearted, but as he wrote more it began to change. The woman in the story started becoming more standoffish and the man became suspicious of her actions. He wondered why she would go away for so long and why she would always have to leave at night. Finally he caught her cheating on him with another man.
By the time Sebastian pushed himself away from his desk and looked over his work, he was practically trembling with worry. He couldn't stop his mind from telling him that you were cheating on him, and it was beginning to get overwhelming.
He couldn't take it anymore, he had to know. Sebastian stood up abruptly and made his way over to where his phone was plugged in to the wall. He removed the phone from the charger cord and quickly tapped away on the screen until he clicked on your contact. He pressed the phone to his ear and waited for you to pick up.
"Hey Sebastian!" Your voice chimed happily from the other end of the call. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and bowed his head.
"Hey," he mumbled in an almost inaudible tone.
At this point you were already settling in to your hotel room in the town where you were planning your hunt. You placed your backpack down on the bed before plopping down next to it. Your eyebrows scrunched together in worry. "Seb? What's wrong, are you alright?" You asked in concern.
Neither of you spoke for a few moments, and you could feel the tension rising with each passing second. You felt your chest tightening and quickly reminded yourself to breathe. "I'm... I'm okay. I just- how is everyone?" He stuttered out his question.
You pulled your legs up to your chest and wrapped your free arm around them. Your chin rested on your knees as you less than truthfully replied, "They're alright. Not the greatest, but fine. I don't know how long I'll have to be here, though."
A soft sigh came from his end of the call. "Please don't lie to me..." He murmured pleadingly. Your eyes widened in shock and you leaned forward a bit.
"What? Sebastian, what do you mean?" You asked him carefully, your voice calm and low. Your eyes remained fixed on a random blank space in front of you as your mind wandered elsewhere.
Sebastian sucked in a deep breath before he began his reply. "I just... Are you cheating on me?" His voice was cracking and breaking with a painful quiver. You could practically see his defeated expression, his hand pressed against his forehead to hold his head up.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the shock was too much. You couldn't force a single noise from your throat, and you realized that you were barely even breathing now. His question had shaken you to your core. Did he truly think you would cheat on him? After all you had been through together?
To be completely fair, you understood where he was coming from. You were often away for days at a time and you would constantly skip out at night time and return in the wee hours of the morning. What else was he supposed to think? You cast your eyes down to the engagement ring in your hand, your eyes brimming with tears.
"Wh-what?" You finally spoke. Your voice was barely a whisper, the sound like a ghost as it hovered in the air. "Sebastian, why would you ever think that?"
An annoyed scoff came through as a reply. "Really, Millie? Why do you think I think that? You're never home anymore! I never see you anymore! You just rush out of the hours for days at a time and you never really tell me why," he snapped, his voice raising slightly. You winced at the venomous edge in his tone.
"I have told you, Seb. I'm helping my parents."
"Bull crap!" Sebastian shouted. "Why would you leave for a few hours if you were just going to see your parents? What could they possibly need you there for for a couple of hours? You've lied to me for years, and you're lying to me now!"
The line went silent for a while, both of you allowing the words to sink in. Salty tears rolled down your cheeks, and you tried your best to keep your involuntary sobs silent. You sniffles lightly, and moments later, Sebastian let out a sigh.
"Listen," he began, his voice quiet once more. "I just don't want you to lie to me anymore. I don't want you to go through with this marriage if you don't really love me. All I want is for you to be happy, so please, just tell me the truth..."
Your bottom lip quivered slightly and you sucked in a deep, shaky breath. "Sebastian, I'm not cheating on you..." You replied truthfully. This truthfulness, however, was not heard by your fiancé.
He gave a sad chuckle. "Yeah, I was afraid you would keep saying that."
You felt your heart begin to pound even harder in your chest as you realized what he was about to do. You bolted up to stand up frantically before calling out a hurried, "I love you!"
You both went silent, and then he ended the call, leaving you to collapse to the floor in a sobbing mess. Little did you know, Sebastian was doing the exact same thing.
~
Around a half an hour later, Sebastian was finally able to pull himself together and stand up from his place on the floor of your shared living room. His shaking hands dusted off his clothing before his fingers swiped quickly under his eyes in an attempt to clear them of tears. This attempt was futile, of course, because as soon as he rid his face of tears, more came streaming down his cheeks.
With a quick sniffle, he began marching off to the bedroom that you both shared. A sickeningly strong feeling of dread crept up his throat with each step he took. There was nothing he wanted to do less than this, but he couldn't do this any longer. He had to know the truth, even if it entailed invading the privacy of the love of his life.
He cautiously approached the small table seated next to your side of the bed. A creme colored lamp was sat elegantly on the smooth surface of the tabletop, and everything around the lamp was perfectly placed. Sebastian gripped the knob of the top drawer between his index and middle fingers. He tugged it open slowly, allowing himself time to peer inside before opening it completely.
In all honesty, it was a bit anticlimactic. Inside he found nothing but various knick knacks and photos that you had deemed important enough to lock away in your bedside table. He furrowed his brows in confusion as he picked up one of the many photos of the two of you that you seemed to have printed and kept. In every photo you were both smiling and laughing and having the time of your lives, and Sebastian couldn't help the small smile that traced his lips. He trailed a finger over the lines of the photo in his hands, but the rumble of an old car outside was quick to snap him out of his daze.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and dropped the photo back into the drawer, pushing it closed. He knelt down and reached for the second drawer. It was full of some of your favorite books, both new and old. He shut this one as well.
He finally moved on to the final drawer. His hand hovered over the handle for a moment longer than usual, and he ended up biting his lip and retracting his hand. Did he really want to do this? Had he not snooped on you enough? He loved you and he had always trusted you, so what had changed his mind so suddenly?
I'm doing this for her, he thought to himself. If she's not happy with me, then I need to let her go.
With this thought in mind, he reached forward with a newfound determination. He yanked open the last drawer in a proud haste, but this didn't last long. As soon as his eyes landed on the contents of the drawer, he gasped and fell backwards onto the floor.
Sebastian scrambled to sit upright once more so his wide eyes could catch another glimpse of the items inside the drawer. He reached a shaky hand into the drawer and picked up one of the knives sat amongst various other weapons and a couple of old beaten up journals. He turned the knife over in his hands and inspected the vaguely concerning markings that trailed down the metal blade as well as the handle. He placed it down and picked up one of the journals, the leather cover littered with similar markings to those on the knife.
He opened the journal and flipped quickly through the pages. The book was filled to the last line with your recognizable scrawl, as well as a few photos and sketches taking up the sides of the pages. The photos and descriptions of various monsters wasn't the most horrifying thing about this book, though. The owner of that title was the countless splatters of blood that made themselves known throughout the journal. The crimson stains were a stark contrast to the black writing covering the pages, and the sight of it had his face turning a pale white.
With a deep breath, he placed the journal back and closed the drawer. Sebastian stood on shaking legs, vowing to question you as soon as you returned home before he shut the bedroom door behind him.
~
"Sebastian? I'm home, love," you called into the house as you lugged your duffle bag inside. Your voice was weak and feeble, and this wasn't just because of the agonizing pain of the werewolf scratch that ran from the side of your ribs to your belly button. You were petrified to face Sebastian after your conversation a couple of days ago. You had no idea how he was going to react, but you knew it wouldn't be good. He had sent you to voicemail each time you tried to call him, and he refused to reply to any of your texts. The stress of the situation had made you careless on your hunt, and you knew you would have been dead had your friend Garth not been there.
You kicked the door closed with your foot and entered the house a bit more. A cold fear crept up your spine as you tip toed your way into your home. "Seb?" You called once again, your voice laced in much more concern than before. You heard footsteps coming slowly down the hallway, causing every muscle in your body to tense up. You silently lowered your duffle bag to the ground, but kept a stiff grip on the handle in case you needed to retrieve one of your weapons from inside.
"Millie," your fiance's voice replied. You relaxed only slightly at this, but let the bag go completely. He stepped out from around the corner, and you couldn't help the sudden gasp that escaped your lips when you saw what he was carrying.
"H-hey," you stuttered in an attempt to act casual. You tried your best to keep your eyes trained on his face, but they continuously flickered downwards to the journal in his hands anyways.
"We need to talk, and I think I know what it's about," he spoke gruffly, all of the admiration and love that usually filled his tone drained from his very being. The only sign of emotion that you could find on him was the beginnings of tears pooling in his eyes.
You swallowed fearfully. "I have no idea what you mean," you lied. Your voice shook violently with each word, and you silently cursed yourself for being able to lie to anyone but Sebastian.
Sebastian's eyes filled with disappointment, and he cast his eyes downwards to the journal in his hands. He let out a stiff laugh. "Even when I'm holding legitimate proof that you're not being honest with me, you still think it's okay to lie. Do you truly think that little of me?" You had expected these words to sound downtrodden and wistful, but in reality he spat them in such a venomous and bitter manner that you had to take a step back from him.
"Sebastian, what are you talking about? You mean the world to me!" You assured him after you recovered from the shock of his tone. You tried to step towards him and reach a hand out for his shoulder, but he harshly jerked away from your touch. He looked at your hand as if it was a venomous snake ready to strike him down, and you pulled your hand back to your side immediately.
Sebastian let out a soft huff through his nose and flipped open the journal. You felt your throat tighten as his fingers flicked through the dusty and bloodied pages. You knew your hands were shaking, so you quickly balled them up into fists. You clenched your fists so hard that you were worried that your fingernails would dig into your palm.
"June 17," he read from on particular page. "I told Sebastian I was going to see my parents again today. I hope he never confronts them about it. I don't know what I would do if I had to tell him the truth. It would tear him apart, I'm sure of it." As he finished reading, he snapped the journal closed and tucked it underneath his arm. He then crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at you with a disapproving glare. "So, do you have anything to say about that?"
You squeezed your eyes shut and lowered your head in shame. You were searching your mind for any idea of what you could do to get out of this situation, but every idea you had seemed to end up with things only becoming worse for both of you. You finally decided to just swallow your pride and tell him the truth, though you were sure he would never believe you.
"Listen, Sebastian," you began softly, your voice full of hurt. "I'm... I'm not who you think I am."
Sebastian scoffed and threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "Oh, wow! Never would have guessed that!" He remarked sarcastically. You took a deep breath before continuing.
"I know what you're thinking, but I promise you it's not like that. I bet my life on that statement, alright? I'm not cheating on you, I would never do that. I love you, Seb. You're everything to me," you swore to him. You peered up at him through a misty eyed gaze, only to feel another pang in your heart as you saw the intensity of his stare.
"Oh really?" He wondered, obviously not buying a word coming out of your mouth. "If that's not what all of this is, then what is it?"
At this, you couldn't help but chuckle through your tears. "Seriously, Sebastian? Have you even read that book? Like, any pages other than that specific one?"
Sebastian's body froze at your words, and his grip on the journal visibly tightened. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His eyes flickered downwards towards the floor and remained fixated on your shoes. His lips were pursed, and you could tell that he wasn't going to answer your question without being prompted again.
You took a few steps towards him, but began moving slower when you saw his muscles tense. "Sebastian," you stated calmly. "Listen to me, Sebastian. I need you to know right now that everything in that book is true. I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. Everything they've told us about monsters being fake and ghosts and vampires and everything just being myths, it's all wrong. They're all real, and they're dangerous. I know this sounds absolutely insane, but I promise you it's true."
His eyes barely made contact with yours before they darted back down to the floor. His eyebrows scrunched up in intense thought, and you swore you caught a hint of fear behind his eyes. "And why would I believe you...?"
You reached forward and placed a hand on his cheek, swiping your thumb carefully over his skin until he peered at you in obvious concern. His fingernails scraped anxiously across the rough cover of the journal in his grasp. "I've only ever told you a lie to keep you safe. And at this point, it's safer for you to know than for me to try to hide it from you any longer. If I were to keep it from you, then you'd only follow me, and you could get yourself killed. That's the last thing I would ever want," you reminded him. He leaned slightly into your touch as you spoke, causing you to cast him a caring smile.
"I don't want you to be out there alone," he muttered as his eyes fluttered closed. You chuckled and shook your head, though he couldn't see it with his eyes closed.
"You're not coming out there with me, Baz."
His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you in a stern manner that you were sure was meant to be menacing. It didn't quite work, though, because you had spent so much time under the gazes of various bloodthirsty monsters that no glare of his could ever send the slightest bit of fear through your veins. "Why won't you let me come with you?"
You sighed and stepped away from him, turning on your heel as you ran a hand through your hair. "The only guns you've ever held are the ones on the sets of movie shoots. Sure, you know how to hold a gun, but you have no idea how to fire one, let alone keep yourself alive against things that aren't even human. You don't know how to kill a vampire or take down a vengeful spirit. You wouldn't even know a djinn if you saw one right now. I can't risk losing you like that, Seb. I won't let you get hurt on my watch."
He chuckled a bit at this. "And here I thought I was the one that was supposed to protect you," he joked in a downtrodden tone.
You smirked and peered back at him. "Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart."
He gave you a small smile, though weak. "Well, what if you taught be how to hunt for these things? What if you taught me about them and then let me help on little hunts? So I could work my way up?"
You pondered the idea for a moment, but soon the intensity of his hopeful gaze wore you down. You let out a soft huff and nodded. "Alright," you caved. "Fine, I'll teach you. But only if you promise to listen to everything I say, alright? And don't follow me on a hunt unless I tell you to. I've been doing this for years, and I swear I'll be safe. Okay?" You held out your pinky towards him, which caused him to grin and interlock his pinky with your own.
"Promise."
Okay I swear I have a good reason for not updating in so long. Basically I lost someone a couple weeks ago, then the holidays came along, and then I got the stomach bug a couple days ago so literally no day has been good for me to update but I finally finished this request ( I still haven't done the seb stan pregnant one tho and that's pretty awful of me to still not have written) anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this! Thank you so much for reading and sticking with me through that hiatus. <3
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