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S1E3 - Dead In The Water (Chapter 1)

A/N: I’m posting again after taking a really long break. My apologies, I had a bit of a family crisis. Everything’s all good, time to get back to my preferred universe.

Word count: 3,080

Summary: It’s been over week since you took the wendigo case in Blackwater Ridge. With no new leads on their father’s whereabouts, the Winchester boys are getting antsy and clash about what to do next. A newspaper article sends the three of you to Wisconsin, where something stirs in the dark waters of Lake Manitoc, responsible for the disappearance of a young girl.

“And last night, Joni invited Mrs. Lieberman over for dinner and she brought one of her tuna casseroles-”

“Oh no...” I groaned, having had a firsthand experience of our neighbor’s cooking skills.

I had spent the past ten minutes of my Wednesday morning in one of Wyoming’s finest payphone booths, as my little brother Gus filled me in on the latest events back at home.

“I tried to get her cat to finish it for me, but even he wouldn’t touch it.”

Despite how much I loved hearing about the things going on in his life, right now my stomach was growling, egging me on for some breakfast, making it increasingly difficult to pay attention to him. My eyes trailed to the hotel diner behind me, where Sam and Dean had occupied the counter - their heads were practically butted together and I rolled my eyes at the thought of them arguing again. It had been over a week now since we had left Colorado and we had found no new leads on John’s whereabouts, which made everyone tense. Dean had started looking for cases elsewhere, to Sam’s annoyance. Sam didn’t think we should be doing anything else but searching for their dad. I knew he was worried, but I had to agree with Dean - although I didn’t tell him so. The last thing I wanted was for Sam to think I was taking his brother’s side. I only agreed that until we had something real to follow, taking cases was all we could do.

I said my goodbyes to Gus and headed inside. Sam saw me come in, holding up a hand to wave me over. It seemed their squabbling had simmered on its own - I couldn’t help but notice the vacant seat that was now left between them.

With a small smile of greeting, I hopped onto the middle seat, eyes skimming the menu suspended on the wall. The smell of pancakes and bacon was almost intoxicating enough to make me forget we were looking for a job.

“So, got anything?” I asked, eyeing the newspaper spread out in front of Dean.

“Think so,” Dean placed the page in front of me, the article he had circled in red capturing my attention.

“Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin.” He began, paraphrasing. “Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn’t walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing.”

I stared at the photo they had used of Sophie. It struck me that she was only a few years younger than I was. I remembered taking my yearbook picture like it was yesterday. Dean continued, “She’s the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either.”

I admitted it sounded like our kinda gig, but more than that, Sophie’s life was over before her senior year was and nobody had a clue what had happened to her. I felt like her family was owed the truth.

“Alright, Lake Manitoc,” I said, nodding. “I’ll get breakfast to go then.”

We made the thousand miles from Wyoming to Wisconsin in about two days. We made an overnight stop at a motel for what I knew was my sake - despite Sam’s protests that he and Dean were tired too. We both knew they could’ve made the trip in half the time without me, but Dean insisted I was doing them both a favor for coming with them. I was grateful regardless, I wasn’t used to living on the road like they were. Apart from Sam’s hiatus to college, this was the only lifestyle they had ever known, and it seemed old habits really did die hard, as he had adjusted back to it with ease. If my aunt Joni hadn’t taken me and Gus in when my mom died, we probably would have faced the same upbringing.

Since I had hit the road with the Winchester boys, I had thought over my decision profusely. There wasn’t much else to do on our travels but listen to the radio and think, until the ever-moving horizon turned my brain to jelly.

I realized I might have been a bit rash, tossing my college degree aside to come with them, but I had convinced myself it was the right thing to do. Their dad was missing, and Sammy was grieving, and whilst I could never imagine myself completely embracing hunting as a lifestyle, it offered me the kind of freedom I had been craving my whole life.

I had decided that I would stick with them at the very least until we found their dad, alive and well. I owed John that much considering all he had done for my mom before she passed.

It was around midday when we reached town and we didn’t plan on wasting the day. Sam and Dean took off right away to talk to the Carlson’s. I didn’t have an ID for the Wildlife Service (I’d have to get that one made for the future), so I checked us into a motel and began digging through website after website for anything on the history of the lake.

I didn’t mind being left alone for a while. I had been stuck in a car with them both bickering for two days so I rather appreciated the silence. I sat cross-legged on the bed in my room, Sam’s laptop propped up on my lap. I really hadn’t been snooping, but I had saved a document to the computer and when I searched for it in his recent items, I stumbled across a picture of him and Jess. I was compelled to click on it. From the costumes and the date on the file, it was from Halloween, just days before...

Jess was dressed as a nurse, but I wasn’t surprised to see Sam not in costume. He had never liked the holiday - too much crazy in his life already, I supposed. She was in his arms, and they were both beaming at the camera. That wasn’t for me to see, and it only infuriated me. I closed the file, slammed the laptop shut and pushed it aside, suddenly feeling very guilty. Sam had been happy. He was doing what he wanted for the first time in his life. I had been so proud when he was accepted into Stanford, I had even been the one to send him off. But now it was back, the thing that had killed his mom, and it was fucking with his life once again. Maybe I was going to have to stick around to see the thing dead after all.

I jumped at the sound of my ringtone. It was Dean.

“Hey, what you got?” I asked, nonchalant.

“We’re on our way down to the police station now,” he informed me. I could hear the rumble of the Impala’s engine in the background. “We were just at the Carlton’s house. Sophie’s brother Will says she was a hundred yards out, when she was dragged under.”

“Well, what did he see?” I inquired, sitting upright as he peaked my interest. So far, we really had no clue as to what we were dealing with.

“He wasn’t there.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. “But if he didn’t see anything, how can he be sure she didn’t just drown?” I had to ask the obvious, we had to be certain this was our kind of job.

“Sophie was a varsity swimmer.” Dean said shortly.

“Oh.” That was good enough for me. “I think I have something too.” I began. “It’s a good thing you called before, I looked into the area. Manitocs’ dam is falling apart and the town can’t get a grant to repair it-”

I heard him and Sam discussing something in low tones so I wasn’t sure he was really listening. “Dean? Listen, this is important. It could blow your cover with the Sheriff. The lake’s gotta be the source of this thing, but it’s going to be gone in a few months, so I was thinking that might explain the increase in bodies, right?”

I waited for his judgement, but all I got was some feedback on the other end of the line. He was distracted. “Alright, good job, we’ll be back soon.”

I busied myself with reading John’s journal the rest of the day. Dean had left it with me for research, but, naturally, I was distracted by the vast knowledge it contained. I soaked up page after page of notes on creatures I didn’t even know were real, some I hadn’t ever heard of. John’s sketches were terrifying. I noted down a few phone numbers scrawled in the margins that caught my eye - I presumed they were family friends so I set them aside for Dean to call later. It didn’t feel like my place to follow them up myself, but I thought maybe one of them may have heard from the eldest Winchester.

A couple hours passed, I had exhausted my resources and was staring idly out of the window, consumed in a daydream, when I caught a glimpse of the Impala turning into the motel lot.

There was a knock on my door a minute later, I called out that it was open and Sam stuck his head through the gap to tell me that they were back. I was still a little dazed, and he must’ve noticed because he frowned at me slightly before coming to a stop at the foot of the bed.

“You okay?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket.

I gave him my full attention, suddenly burdened by a surge of guilt as I remembered how I had invaded his privacy earlier. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. What did the cops say?” I said, turning our focus back to the case.

“We talked to the sheriff,” he informed me, the bed dipping slightly as he sat on the edge. “He did a sonar sweep of the entire lake.”

“And?” I prompted, hopeful, as there was another knock on the door.

“And nothing.” Dean interrupted his brother, shutting the door behind himself. “Lake was clean.”

“Well I dug up as much as was on public record...” I scooted down the bed, to present my finds to them. I flicked through the disordered stack of paper that was my research until I found what I was looking for. “Turns out there’s been six more victims over the last thirty-five years, and none of those bodies were recovered either.” Dean paced the length of the room in thought, his arms folded. “The most recent three were all only in the last couple of months.”

Dean scratched his chin before deciding, “I think you were right about the dam. The lake’ll be gone soon so it’s upping the body count.”

“Whatever this thing is, it’s running out of time to get what it wants.” I concluded grimly.

“So, what?” Sam interjected, setting the records aside. “We got a lake monster on a binge?”

We exchanged glances - all three of us skeptical. “The whole lake-monster theory- it just bugs me.” Sam said, not yet satisfied with the verdict.

“Maybe a water spirit?” I offered half-heartedly.

“We have to find out more about this thing before somebody else gets hurt,” Dean decided.

“Dean, we don’t have any leads.” Sam said shortly. He turned to me to elaborate. “Will wouldn’t let us talk to his dad.”

“I mean, the poor guy...” I muttered at the thought of Sophie’s father.

“I don’t know,” Sam said unconvinced, glancing at his brother. “Did you get the feeling he wasn’t telling us everything?”

“You should’ve seen the look on his face,” Dean told me.

I glared at him. “Yeah well, next time we need to pose as Federal Wildlife I’ll have my ID ready.”

“Barr.” Sam interrupted suddenly. He was peering at his laptop in thought, eyes tracing the screen as he read. “Barr. Where have I heard that name before?”

Christopher Barr was one of the three recent victims. I learned he had been married to the Sheriff’s daughter, Andrea, who the boys had met down at the station along with their son Lucas. Sam mentioned there had been some shameless flirting on Dean’s part, of course, but I cut him some slack - he hadn’t realized she was a widow. A year ago, Christopher had taken Lucas swimming when he disappeared just like Sophie Carlton. The poor kid was left floating on a wooden platform for two hours before he was rescued.

“Maybe we have an eye witness after all,” I muttered, exchanging grim glances with the pair of them. None of us wanted to drag a kid back into this mess but it was looking more and more like the only lead we had.

“No wonder that kid was so freaked out,” Dean remarked. “Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over.”

I skimmed my eyes over him.

Damn. I had forgotten hunts could get like this; really fucking personal.

My mom had been dead for almost nine years now. It was an accident; I was thirteen. That’s how I had really met the Winchesters. My dad had been out of the picture for years, so when she passed we fell under the care of my aunt Joni, as my mom’s only living relative. Joni had the funeral once we moved to Oregon so Gus and I could still be close to her. I got my first glimpse of Sam and Dean at the service. Even among crowds of people I had never met, the pair of them stuck out like sore thumbs. I didn’t know it then, but they had come to attend in the place of their dad, an old friend of my mom’s, who was... otherwise unavailable.

As if high school wasn’t brutal enough, I had to start freshman year, not once, but twice. Had I not bumped into Sam underneath the bleachers on that very first day, my life would probably be very different now. It had been his first day too, Sam and Dean had enrolled for a couple of months, and we quickly found we had more in common than just that. Dead moms, annoying brothers, and the like. I had never had a friend like Sam before, but with the Winchester’s arrival in town, so came the sudden presence of the supernatural into my life.

It hadn’t really been their fault, it was just a coincidence. In fact, had they not realized a poltergeist had latched itself onto my brother and I, we probably would have died. They said it was attracted to the negative emotions surrounding my mom’s death - the grief, the anger. When everything was over, Sam told me what he’d been hiding from me, his family secret; the truth of what was really out there - and it scared the shit out of me. I had just been a kid, trying to wrap my head around the concept of death and the loss of my only parent. But what was the existence of the supernatural after dealing with all of that?

I hadn’t realize that there were other ways for death to cripple a kid until I saw Lucas. I didn’t think it was such a good idea - going to a playground without a kid - but Dean insisted we play it cool. With a bit of subtle stalking, we found Andrea and her son on the grass - the kid a few feet away, his head down as he drew with a fistful of crayons. Sam and I let Dean take the lead on this one.

“Can we join you?” he asked Andrea, casually.

Dean was undoubtedly a people person, though he didn’t always come off that way. He was also good with kids, which didn’t take me by surprise like it did everyone else. I knew he had practically raised Sam himself, but sometimes when he wore his aloof attitude for too long, even I could forget this side of him.

Andrea looked up. “I’m here with my son.” She was pretty, I noticed.

“Oh. Mind if I say hi?” Dean said, already making his way across the grass.

“He’s harmless, I promise,” I smiled sitting beside her. I held out a hand, “I’m Y/N by the way, we haven’t have the chance to meet.”

She introduced herself politely, still looking uneasy about Dean approaching her son. Sam interjected with some timely small talk.

“Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me,” Andrea said, eyeing him stubbornly. I suppressed a smirk as I realized she was attracted to him.

“I don’t think that’s what this is about,” Sam told her, sitting next to me.

“He seems wonderful,” I said, watching Dean kneel beside the small boy. “Lucas, is it?”

Andrea smiled warmly. “He’s a real good kid.”

I nodded. “I have a kid brother,” I felt compelled to tell her. “He’s a little older than Lucas.”

“They grow up fast, don’t they?” Andrea remarked.

“Just wait ‘til he starts bringing bugs into the house,” I warned her, earning a laugh from her.

Andrea seemed more comfortable after that, as I had hoped. She eyed Sam and I for a moment. “So, how long have you two been together?”

“Oh no-” I shook my head.

Sam cleared his throat, “We’re not-”

Despite the same assumption being made incessantly over the years we been friends, we had never learned how to deal with it.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Andrea said, and the three of us sat in an awkward silence broken only by Dean’s return.

Before he said anything, she began explaining her son’s disposition to us. Since his dad’s accident, Lucas hadn’t said a word, not even to her. Doctors had said it wasn’t an uncommon result of post traumatic stress when it came to kids.

“You know, he used to have such life.” Andrea sighed, watching Lucas with the kind of softness only a mother could harbor for her child.

“He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish...” Her sentence trailed away from her as Lucas approached us, a picture in his hand.

Andrea smiled at him.“Hey sweetie.”

But Lucas stopped in front of Dean, his head down, holding out one of his drawings .

“Thanks.” Dean looked taken aback, swiftly accepting it. “Thanks, Lucas.”

Lucas quickly returned to his mother’s side, but Dean seemed troubled as he stared at the page. He flipped it over for Sam and I to see, whilst Andrea’s back was turned - it was a simple picture of a house, but it left the three of us unsettled. Was this Lucas trying to tell us something?

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Going To California

A/N:

Hello! Thank you for all the love. ‘Dead In The Water’ is taking me ages to write, so here’s a little something for you guys in the meantime. This extract will probably feature much later in the series, I’m thinking ‘Scarecrow’, but it totally works as a stand alone piece too. I took inspiration from the Led Zeppelin song ‘Going To California’ of course because I love them and it always makes me think of Sam, listen to it as you read!

I’m starting a tag list, so if you would like to be added just drop me a message x

Word count: 2,949

Summary: You recount what happened the night Sam left for Stanford. Your best friend Sam shows up on your doorstep after the fight with his dad and Dean. The pair of you work out what to do next. You take him to the train station the next day, and give him something to help start his new life in California, but he does something in the moment that changes your entire relationship.

I waited up for him that night. It was a mundane Tuesday, but Sam had called me with the latest family drama. All the time I had known the Winchesters, he and John had clashed.

He stood on my porch soaking wet from the storm, shaking from both anger and from the cold. I pulled him inside.

My aunt and my brother had been asleep for hours. Sam was familiar with sneaking up to my room - the pair of us hanging out all night whenever he was in town, or researching a case well into the early hours of the morning - he knew which steps creaked and which didn’t.

Joni liked Sam. She thought he was a good influence on me because he had always done well in school, regardless that he had no permanent address. We both knew that would change if she caught us together this late on a school night.

Sam slipped into my room and I hurried down the hall to get a towel. I locked my door behind us and faced him. He sat on the edge of my bed, his head buried in his hands. Everything he owned was contained in a backpack and a duffel. I took one, rummaging through it to find him some dry clothes.

“Come on,” I said gently, holding them out for him. “You’re gonna freeze.”

When he looked up, I noticed his lips were purple from the cold. He slipped through into mine and Gus’ adjoining bathroom, the door still ajar. I busied myself putting my books away to clear some space, ignoring the urge to watch his reflection in the mirror. He emerged a minute later, finally in something dry.

“What happened, Sam?” I finally asked him from across the room.

“I have to tell you something,” he said quietly. I stood staring at him, waiting, afraid of what he might say. Was he in trouble? Had he done something? I didn’t want to guess.

“There’s a letter in the front.” Sam nodded to his bag that lay at the foot of my bed.

I knelt beside it and extracted the envelope, tentatively flipping it over in my hands. It had already been torn open. I saw the words ‘Stanford University’, and knew exactly what he had done. A warmth poured into my chest as I fumbled with the papers. I read the words silently.

It is with great pleasure that I offer you admission to the Stanford University Class of 2001. Your thoughtful application and remarkable accomplishments convinced us that you have the intellectual energy…

My eyes continued to skim the words, but I realized I was no longer processing them. It dawned on me what I was holding – this was his ticket out of this life.

“You did it,” I whispered, gawking at the page. “You’re out.”

I suddenly realized why he had needed to come to me. “Oh my god, your dad flipped out?”

Sam nodded, drying his face with the towel. “I’ve never seen him so mad.”

“And Dean?” I asked. I hoped his older brother would have at least tried to be supportive.

“He was pretty pissed too-” Sam sat facing away from me, breathing hard, and I realized he was scared of what I thought. “Are you?”

I took my place beside him, he had my full attention. “No, no,” I assured him softly. “Of course I’m not. Sam, I’m proud of you.”

Whatever had been said tonight, it had really hurt him. I ran my hand up his arm and he hung his head.

“Dad said if I left, I should stay gone,” His voice broke under strain. I shook my head, disappointed that his dad had let him down again. Dammit John. “I didn’t know where else to go-”

When he started to cry, I realized I was mad at Dean. I didn’t believe that he was angry, he always wanted the best for his brother. Yet, here Sam was believing that his family had renounced him for doing something for himself for once. I gently took the towel out of his lap, tossing it aside. Sam tried to hide from me, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed, but I took them both and held him.

“Dean loves you so much,” I told him. I was absolutely certain. “They both do.” I added, thinking of John and the extremes he had gone to over the years to keep his boys safe. “I think he’s just afraid of you going off on your own, and maybe… not being part of it, for once,” I suggested. I ran my fingers through his hair until he was calm again.

“When do you have to leave?” I inhaled, bracing myself for the answer.

His eyes were red and swollen, they met my own. “Induction starts in a few days. I was just gonna stop by to see you before-”

“Don’t go tonight,” I said without hesitation. “Stay here,” I half-asked, half told him. “Please.”

“You sure?” He asked, sitting upright.

“Are you kidding?” I said shortly, my eyebrows lightly raised.

He sighed. I could have sworn the expression he wore was relief. I don’t think he had any plans at all; no real place to go. I’d been damned if he slept on a bench at the train station.

“Thanks. I don’t think trains actually run at this time anyway.” We both laughed.

Later that night we lay on my bed in the dark, both too restless to sleep.

“I’ll go with you to the station tomorrow,” I decided.

“Don’t you have school?”

“So, I’ll skip first period,” I rolled my eyes at him. I breathed in and out slowly. “You’re gonna have a whole new life. You could be anybody you want,” I reminded him. Sam stared up at the ceiling imagining it all. “You could have a new name?” I suggested grinning, rolling onto my stomach to see his reaction better.

“Hmm, I mean, we use aliases all the time,” Sam pointed out dubiously, interlocking his hands behind his head. “Maybe I could just be me.” He said much quieter.

I wasn’t quite ready for the conversation to get deep. “Alright,” I said, as he shot down all my attempts to excite him about Stanford. “What are your plans anyway? Where are you going to stay until school starts?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

I couldn’t help but worry. I knew he didn’t have a lot of cash. My eyes trailed to the jewelry box balanced precariously on top of my wardrobe.

“Okay, I’ve got one... You’re going to stay somewhere and it’s going to be… permanent,” I widened my eyes at him mocking horror.

Sam smirked. “Well it won’t be forever.” I could tell he was in denial.

“It’ll be for a few years at least,” I said. I didn’t think he could see it clearly.

“That’s not so permanent,” he said, trying to weigh it up.

I tried to put it in perspective for him. “Sam, what’s the longest you’ve ever stayed in one place?” I prompted, knowing the answer.

“About three weeks,” he admitted shortly. I pulled a face in response. “So, it might be weird at first,” he reasoned. “But having something permanent might be... kinda nice, for once.”

There was a silence. I suppressed a yawn, I didn’t want him to think I wanted to sleep. In fact, I wanted to talk to him until long after the sun came up.

“Promise me, you’ll visit.” Sam said suddenly, tilting his head to look at me. “That you won’t just disappear.”

“Hey, you’re the one who’s leaving, not me.” I joked. “You know where I’ll be… right here.” The thought was kind of depressing. Whilst Sam was off to California, I would be right here in this small town, trying to work out what to do with myself. Maybe I would take up lacrosse or something.

We lay still for another minute, I joined him in staring up at the ceiling. Light from the street peered through my curtains. “I’m so proud of you,” I said quietly, my heart sinking slightly at the thought of him leaving again.

“God, I wish you could come with me,” Sam breathed beside me.

“Hey,” I said, trying to raise his spirits. “I’m only a state away, it’s not like we can’t visit, right?”

“Right.” He croaked.

“And I’ll know where you are for once,” I added, most of the time I had no idea of his whereabouts until he called. This didn’t have to be a bad thing.

At some point we fell asleep. I probably went first. I jolted awake in the middle of night, afraid for some reason that Sam might have taken off. I relaxed at the sight of him beside me, the tuft of hair hanging over his face rising and falling as he breathed. I was used to him coming and going, sometimes it would be months at a time before I saw him. I thought about what I had said to him, it was true, I would know where he was, but this... this felt different. Maybe it wasn’t just the distance, but I couldn’t place my worry. I lay there conflicted, not knowing how to feel before realizing, this wasn’t about me. It didn’t matter how I felt. Sam was going to California tomorrow, and that was that.

I didn’t sleep well, waking up again in the early hours of the next day. My cat curled up asleep between Sam and I. The sun was rising, light pouring through the curtains, projecting patterns onto Sam’s cheek. He looked peaceful, I noticed, beautiful even, his expression free of the conflict of yesterday. I watched him until I drifted off again.

The next time I opened my eyes, the sun was higher in the sky, and Sam’s side of the bed was empty. I sat up slowly, smiling contently with our late night conversation, my hair sticking up at a funny angle. Sam’s side of the bed was empty. I shot up so fast, I almost tripped over my blanket, freezing when he slipped through the door - his own hair matching mine in a disorderly mess.

“I thought you-” I started before seeing his expression.

“I think,” Sam began grimly. “You might be busted.” I waited, eyes wide for him to continue.

“I ran into Gus in the bathroom.” He added.

I cursed as I burst into the bedroom beside mine.

“What will it take?” I crossed my arms, staring at my little brother. He smirked up at me expectantly. His silence cost me ten bucks.

“Whatever,” I said, dragging myself sleepily back to my room.

Sam waited for me in my truck, whilst I said goodbye to Joni and Gus like every other day. I sneaked a stack of toast and a flask of coffee from the kitchen, and we ate as I drove to the station. I wished the car ride had taken us longer.

I slyly left Sam in line to get his ticket, whilst I ran around the corner to the pawn shop. I pulled out my mother’s jewelry box and hastily tipped the contents onto the counter. When I looked up expectantly behind the counter, the owner was frowning at me doubtfully, his large arms crossed.

“I didn’t steal it,” I said defensively, seeing his reluctant expression. “How much is it worth?”

He combed through the pieces, some of them I recognized, some I didn’t. My phone beeped and I assumed it was Sam noticing I was gone.

The man indelicately picked up one of the rings, the dark green stone catching my eye as he flipped it over between his thick fingers.

“Not that one,” I said, snatching it back. The stuff didn’t mean a lot to me, I never saw her wear much of it anyway, but it didn’t feel right to sell it all. I hoped my mom would think I was doing the right thing.

“Or that,” I added, thinking of Gus as I slipped a plainer-looking black and silver ring into my pocket. He should have something too.

Altogether, it scrounged up fifteen hundred dollars. I had never held that much cash before in my hands. I asked for two paper bags, shoving a thousand into one and five hundred in the other before darting back around to the station, where Sam was leaning against the wall outside, waiting for me.

“Hey, where’d you go?” He asked as I approached him.

“Take a walk with me,” I said, taking him by the arm. “We still have time, right?”

I didn’t have a destination in mind, but we ended up stopping a little way away from the station on the edge of the riverbank. It wasn’t a particularly sunny day, but the train tracks glinted on the bridge regardless.

“So, is this the part where you murder me?” Sam quipped, holding onto the straps of his bags.

I pulled a face at him, shuffling my feet in the grass trying to think of a way to do this.

“Listen,” I began, looking up at him. “I know you don’t have a plan, so... I thought this might help.” I held out the bag containing the larger amount of money. He took it from me warily, eyes widening when he saw the contents.

“You were gone ten minutes and you what? Robbed a bank?” Sam hissed.

“Yeah, the cops are looking for me as we speak,” I humored him, rolling my eyes.

“Seriously, where did you get this?“

“Doesn’t matter,” I said shortly. If he knew I had sold my mom’s things, he would make me take it back. “It’s a thousand dollars. It’s enough to get you on your feet, right? Find somewhere decent to stay?”

“This is all for me?” Sam looked at me incredulously, and I knew it was worth it, just for that one look. “I can’t-”

“Shut up, Sam.” I stopped him abruptly. “Yes, you can. You can pay me back when you’re a fancy lawyer in your fancy office with fancy-“

I was going to continue mocking him. In fact, I had a joke up my sleeve about offices and briefcases, but he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me. It was an effective method of shutting me up. I blinked and it was over. Sam pulled away quickly. At first I thought I had done it wrong, but I realized he was only worried about my reaction. I became aware of my own brows knotted together and I relaxed them, not wanting him to think anything of my expression. We had never done that before.

I stood there for a moment, staring at him. The moment I felt my cheeks growing hot, I spun around, my back to him. I was sure we were thinking the same thing. Crap.

I was thankful as a logging train passed us, screeching as it crossed the bridge. My gaze quickly returned to the grass, dragging my heel across the dirt in attempts to focus on something else, but my hand trailed up to my lip, trying to preserve the memory of his touch. Then the train was gone, and we stood quietly for a moment.

“Have I ruined it?” Sam said from behind me. He didn’t come too close, apprehensive about touching me again until he knew what I was thinking. I understood exactly what he was talking about; our friendship. I didn’t know how I really felt until much later, after he was long gone. I had a lot of time to think things over, not that it mattered. But in that moment, I couldn’t let him go thinking it was a mistake.

I exhaled deeply, summoning the courage to face him again. “No,” I told him, dropping my bag and kissing him back. “See, now I ruined it too. And it doesn’t matter who did it first.”

We stood looking at each other for a moment, both too confused and conflicted to say much.

“I don’t want to leave,” Sam confessed suddenly.

I was afraid he might say something like that. “Yes you do, and you are,” I told him firmly. “You want this.”

He exhaled, shaking his head slightly as he focused on me. “It’s not the only thing anymore.”

I felt an ache deep in my chest. “You can’t have it all, you know,” I told him, somehow still finding a way to joke. “I don’t think this quite weighs up anyway.”

He still looked torn.

“Come on,” I said gently, taking his hand and leading the way.

We took our time walking back to the station and found a corner where we could sit and be relatively alone. I rested my head on Sam’s shoulder as we waited for his train to pull into the platform. He slipped a hand over my own. His touch relaxed me, it felt the same as it always had, but in that moment it meant more somehow, now that he had kissed me, now that he was leaving. He flipped my hand over, revealing the dark scar that ran from the center cross my palm. Sam traced it lightly so as not to hurt me. I watched his brow furrow slightly, and I answered his unspoken question, “A spirit in Salem.”

His eyes trailed across the tracks and I tried to work out what was on his mind. Was he thinking of his dad and Dean? Was he anticipating Stanford and the life that awaited him? Was he thinking of me?

“I’m done hunting,” he muttered. That was the one thing that hadn’t crossed my mind. It took me by surprise.

I sat up to read his expression, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, I just said, “Okay.”

I didn’t cry until after he was gone. I sat in my truck, suddenly feeling very alone. The picture of Sam and I at the World’s Largest Ketchup Bottle stuck to my windshield.

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S1E2 - Wendigo (Chapter 6)

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The final part to Wendigo! Episode 3 - ‘Dead In The Water’ is in the works!

Word count: 2850

Warnings: Mild language

Summary: The wendigo has abducted Dean and Haley. You, Sam and Ben are alone in the woods with the task of finding it’s lair and rescuing them. You and Sam have a close call with the creature. Haley is reunited with her family, and Sam and Dean ask you something that will change your entire life.

We scouted the area, looking for any sign of Dean and Haley. This was bad. This was really bad. I ignored the anxiety that boiled in my stomach - the group was much weaker divided with just Sam and I with Ben. The creature had taken them, like he had taken Haley’s brother.

“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asked from behind me. I skimmed the ground for a lead, a trail, anything. I was ready for this thing to be over.

“Honestly?” Sam began. “I think it’s because Roy shot at it, pissed it off.”

Something yellow caught my eye among the tangle of greens and browns. I knelt down and dragged it out of the dirt, holding it in my lap. I stared at the faded yellow helmet - the light on the front was smashed, and the top was dented inwards but suddenly everything we had learned was clicking into place.

I called for Sam and he hurried over at the urgent tone of my voice.

“What is it? Did you find something?”

I held up the helmet in response. “Someplace dark, hidden, safe,” I repeated the words Dean had used to describe the wendigo’s lair. “It’s got to be.”

Sam muttered, “The mines.”

“Stay between us,” I told Ben as we wandered into the wendigo’s lair. We had found the mines easy enough, following the corroded signs and faint pathways indented in the woods. Daylight reflected against the onyx stone, so there was just enough light if I squinted. When the tunnel of light disappeared, I figured it was worth of the risk of using my flashlight. I led the way.

Advancing carefully, I kept checking the way we came in, paranoid that the thing would creep up behind us. It was unlikely. The only good thing about the creature abducting Dean and Haley was that we could be fairly sure it wasn’t out in the woods. It would have taken them here.

We came to a fork in the tunnels, two different paths presented to us. Suddenly there was movement up ahead, I backed up. Sam quickly caught on and covered Ben’s mouth with his hand to keep him from making a sound. I caught a glimpse of the thing. By its silhouette, the thing was ten feet tall, with long, gangly limbs and claws the size of my forearm. It disappeared down one of the tunnels, and I realized my whole body was tense and shaking. Sam let go of Ben, and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey,” he looked me in the eyes. “You good?”

I swallowed and nodded, my voice coming out small. “Let’s go.”

We descending down the other tunnel, and our surroundings began to change. We came across abandoned mining tools, and the floor transitioned from stone to wooden planks. I walked slower as they increasingly began to creak. My flashlight discovered a sign half hanging on the wall, the writing was faded with age but I read the words under my breath.

“Caution. Men working below.”

I aimed the light at the floor, my torch not being powerful enough to reach the bottom of the shaft. The floorboards creaked again, this time much louder. I called Sam’s name very slowly as I shuffled around to face him, suddenly conscious of where we were standing.

“Go back,” I warned them, my body stiff and my eyes wide. “Now!”

The foundation collapsed. There was the hollow sound of wood splintering before the three of us plummeted down into the darkness. I was half expecting the fall, so I attempted to land on my feet, instead being thrown off by the height of the fall, stumbling from the impact and falling on my side. Something sharp dug into my ribs. I groaned as I sat up, squinting in the darkness. I reached for my flashlight, a few feet away from me, the beam alerting me of its whereabouts.

“Sam!” I hissed as I crawled. “Ben!”

“Over here!” was the response. I snatched the light and pointed it in the direction of Sam’s voice. They were still on the ground, I grimaced when I saw what we had landed on - a pile of bones. Ben freaked out at the sight, jumping backwards. Sam hastily gripped him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he assured him. “It’s okay.”

Sam pulled him to his feet. I shined the light on the pair of them to make sure they were okay before I spun around, gasping at the fact that we weren’t alone down here. Dean and Haley hung from the rafters by their hands. Sam and Ben ran to their siblings. For a second, I stood there, relief filling my chest. They were okay, we were all okay. Dean was the first to come around,Sam tapping him back to consciousness. I hurried over, yanking out my knife to cut him down.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam said, as we set him down.

“Yeah,” Dean grimaced, despite the bloody scratches on his face and clutching his side. I rushed over to help Ben with Haley, severing the ropes that bound her as she returned to consciousness.

“Where is it?” Dean asked referring to the creature.

“Gone, for now,” Sam informed him.

Their conversation fazed out as I realized there was another person down here.

“Guys,” I said slowly, shining the light on the figure. It was a man, his head hung limp and bloody.

Haley’s eyes fell on him, and she rushed towards him.

“Tommy…” Haley’s sobs confirmed my fear. My heart sank at the thought that we were too late. I approached them steadily, not wanting to intrude but I placed two fingers on his neck, feeling for a pulse. Tommy’s head jerked back and Haley and I gasped together.

“Cut him down,” she cried as she embraced her brother. I threw the flashlight to Dean, now on his feet behind me. The rope broke easily against my blade, and we sat Tommy down. I gave him the rest of my water, that I had fortunately saved from the night before.

“We’re gonna get you home,” Haley promised him. She gripped the both of her brothers.

“Check it out,” Dean caught mine and Sam’s attention. He held my flashlight at the pile of bags in the corner, I recognised them to be our own. Dean held up a pair of small red pistols.

“Flare guns,” Sam observed, grinning. “Those’ll work.”

The three of us exchanged looks, Dean swirling them in his hand. We had our guns, and a way to kill the creature, but most importantly, we were all together.

We had to move slower than we did coming in. Ben and Haley supported Tommy between them, not being able to stand on his own, and Dean was still hurt despite what he said. I led the way out, a flare gun in one hand and my flashlight in the other. Sam and Dean brought up the rear with the other gun, we realised it was more likely going to come from behind us than from outside. We were anticipating the creature coming. We were its provisions for the winter and there was no way it was going to let us go. When the growling came as expected, I tightened the straps of the bags and loaded the flare. I felt as ready as I ever would be.

“Looks like someone’s home for supper,” Dean murmured, aiming the flare at the darkness behind him.

“We’ll never outrun it,” Haley said.

Dean glanced at me, and then at Sam.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Dean raised his eyebrow at the pair of us.

“Yeah, I think so,” Sam said. I gave him a sharp nod, understanding.

“Alright, listen to me,” Dean got everyone’s attention, shrugging off his bag. I took it from him, throwing it over my shoulder. “Stay with Sam and Y/N, they’re gonna get you out of here.”

“What are you gonna do?” Haley said. I couldn’t help but notice the concern in her eyes. Dean just winked before walking backwards yelling, “Chow time you freaky bastard! That’s right, bring it on baby!”

I bit my lip as he disappeared before throwing Sam the remaining flare gun to cover our asses.

“Alright, come on,” he said as we continued towards the small light in the distance.

Despite Dean’s efforts, the creature still seemed to value the majority, the growls persisting. I switched places with Ben, swinging Tommy’s arm over my shoulder in attempts to hurry things along.

Suddenly, Sam stopped, pointing the flare down the tunnel. He turned back to me and said, “Get them out of here.”

Under Tommy’s weight, it was clear to me that Haley and her brothers needed me, but I tried to resist anyway, not wanting to lose him to the darkness too.

“Sam, no.”

“Go!” he yelled at me. “Go!”

Ben picked up his sack before shouting, “Come on!”

He was right. I had to get them to safety. It was our job. We ran towards the exit, Ben in front of us almost tripping over the bags on his back. I heard the crack of the flare go off behind me but I couldn’t stop to turn around. I hoped the both of them were okay. We broke out into the forest, the daylight almost blinding. Haley and I set Tommy down, and I threw my backpack to the ground.

“Stay here! Stay together!” I yelled. I wasted no time in delving back into the darkness after my friends, with only my flashlight in hand. I broke into a run, no longer weighed down by the supplies. I found the flare I had given to Sam, strewn aside, empty. My heart sank. My mind imagining what had gone down. He must have missed.

I turned the corner down the tunnel we had come the first time and ran smack into Sam.

“Run! Run!” he urged me, snatching my hand and pulling me down the opposite path. The silhouette of the creature descending down the tunnel was incentive enough to get my feet moving. We had never gone this way before, the light of the exit disappearing. The thing was forcing us deeper into the mines.

Sam made a sharp turn, I followed closely behind him, sprinting for our lives until we both realized it was a dead end. I whipped around, looking for another way, but it was too late. I was right to be so claustrophobic all the time. We exchanged wide-eyed glances as the creature came into sight at the end of the tunnel, sensing our presence.

Sam had used the flare gun already and the only weapon I had was a flashlight. My first thought was of my little brother Gus, and how he would have the grow up without me. We stepped backwards until our backs hit the stone sealing us in.

Then I really thought about it - what my dad always used to tell me when my back was against the wall. There is always something.

I uttered the words. Then it hit me, I had a flashlight. What the hell was I talking about? Who was I to give up that fast? I still had a damn flashlight.

All I could think was: fire. Fire. I could make a fire out of a flashlight, right? There was no way I was going to die without trying.

I got to work quickly, smashing the glass cover against the wall. It shattered instantly. I unscrewed the bulb, my finger fumbling before smashing that too, careful to preserve the filament inside.

Sam looked at me, alarmed and speechless. His eyes demanded an explanation.

“We can kill it with fire right?!” I asked, confirming. “Get that panel off of the wall,” I told him, nodding towards the wooden structures of the wall. “Sam!”

I patted myself down, feeling for the little canister of bug spray in the inside of my jacket as Sam tore a plank off of the wall. It was flammable.

“Fire!” He exclaimed, unzipping his hoodie. He held out his hand and I slapped my knife into his palm knowingly. We had always worked so well as a team. He tore the hem of his shirt off before typing it around the end of the plank.

“Please, please,” I muttered under my breath as we placed the cloth and the filament together, turning on the torch. The material sparked slowly before catching alight, the orange flame illuminating the cave.

The creature was right in front of us, advancing slowly on its hind legs. The thing was just as vile as I imagined.

Sam threatened it first with the torch, it flinched at the heat but we knew it wouldn’t be enough. This was our best shot. I tossed the bug spray canister at Sam, who wasted no time in spraying it at the creature, flames erupting instantly from the nozzle. I ducked down, squeezing my eyes tight. Sam tried to shield me from both the heat of the flames and the creature instinctively.

It shrieked in agony, writhing about but the fire fizzled out too quickly. The creature kept coming. My heart sank; it wasn’t enough to kill it.

Our hands met in the middle, gripping each other tight. We had gone down fighting at least. I was content.

“Hey!” My head jerked up. It was Dean. He send the flare straight into the creature’s stomach, igniting it magnificently into flames.

I kept my head down until it was over, a pile of chalked bones where the wendigo had stood. We slowly got to our feet. I looked first to Sam and then Dean, a smile slowly spreading across our faces.

I leaned against him, an enormous weight lifting from my chest.

“Not bad, huh?” Dean shrugged, twirling the gun in his hand. i could breathe again. I had never been happier to see him.

We had already talked to the police, gone over our cover story thoroughly, concerning an eight hundred pound grizzly. I couldn’t help but watch Haley say goodbye to Dean, looking away quickly as she kissed him on the cheek.

I stood on my toes, watching my friend drive away in the ambulance. I felt a sense of pride inflate my chest. We had done that, we had brought Haley’s family back together. I smiled as the ambulance took off, Haley holding up a hand to wave goodbye. Somehow all my friends managed to be both new and old in an instant. I hoped she would be okay.

Sam and Dean both stood leaning against the hood of the Impala. My chest elated, we had some cuts and bruises, but they were worth it. I joined them.

“Man, I hate camping,” Dean said as the ambulance got smaller and smaller.

“Me too,” Sam grinned.

“Ah, I don’t know,” I said, thinking back to a fuzzy yet pleasant memory. “Remember when Bobby took us that one time?”

“Dad was so pissed-” Sam said, cutting himself off as he heard himself.

I exhaled, as my eyes trailed the night sky. I was suddenly feeling very sure of myself. “He’s out there somewhere, you guys.”

“Yeah he is.” Dean nudged his brother, “We’re gonna find him, right Sam?”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam said. He shuffled his feet and glanced back up at me. “So I guess you’re going back to college?”

I bit my lip. “I guess.”

Sam swallowed. “Yeah, at least one of us should.” He exhaled, chuckling softly. There was a pause.

“So, I should -uh- get going then,” I said, taking a step back. “I’ve got…stuff to do, so much stuff, you know, classes and essays to catch up on.”

“We should hit the road, too.”

I looked at them for a minute, really damn happy that they were together again before spinning in the opposite direction, hands in my pockets about to walk away. I had taken a few reluctant steps when Dean called my name.

“Y/N.”

I froze, but I didn’t turn around.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Dean held up my backpack, I had just left on the floor between us. Sam smirked.

I cursed silently. “Right,” I said, taking it from him as my cheeks burnt.

“Y/N, you know, you kinda saved our asses back there-”

“Kinda?” I raised my eyebrow, before my expression softened. “You saved mine too.” I admitted, a small smile creeping up on my lips. I was about to turn away, when Sam spoke up.

“Y/N listen, we’ve been thinking... we know you have a life to get back to-”

“And we know it’s a lot to ask...” Dean muttered.

“But would you maybe wanna.. come with us?” Sam proposed, his brows furrowed slightly giving away his apprehension.

I stared at the pair of them, processing what they were asking.

“Is it always like this?” I asked them, wanting to be clear on what I was getting myself into. Sure, I had been dipping my toes in the water since high school, but they were asking me to jump right in, to drop everything and live on the road the way they had grown up.

“Pretty much,” Dean nodded, not trying to sugarcoat anything for me. “I won’t lie to you, we don’t have much to go on, and we don’t know how long it’s gonna take. But we could really use you on the road.”

“It could be fun, like the old days.” Sam reminded me of how things used to be,

“Dad’s not gonna find himself. And you know three’s better than two.” Dean eyed his brother.

“If you’re not too busy,” Sam said mockingly, his hands in his pockets.

I found myself beaming. There had been a time after Sam left for Stanford when I thought nothing would ever be the same with him and I, despite his promises. Being six hundred miles away from anyone changes things and in the end, we were no exception. It didn’t matter how close we were. It wasn’t either of our faults that we had drifted apart, and honestly I think a part of me knew it was inevitable as soon as he showed me his acceptance letter. But now here he was, asking me for my help.

How could I say no?

I had a life. I had a brother, an aunt, and a half-finished college degree, but in that moment I was selfish. I could never repay Joni for the life he had given Gus and I after our mom died, but I had always wanted more for myself than that town. The only thing I could think about was the way seeing Haley and her brothers together again made me feel. I wanted that for Sam and Dean. I wanted to be there when they found John.

And that was it. That was how it all started.

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S1E2 - Wendigo (Chapter 5)

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I have one more chapter of ‘Wendigo’ coming for you tomorrow! Thanks so much everyone x

Word count: 2,800

Warnings: Mild language

Summary: You grow nervous as the group plans to settle in for the night. Haley wants to know exactly what has taken her brother, and you see Sam and Dean finally getting along. Kept at bay by Dean’s Anasazi symbols, the creature plays tricks on the camp in attempts to lure you out. The next morning you set out to kill the thing, unaware that the wendigo has you all right where it wants you.

We used the remaining hour or so of daylight to prepare for the night, when we would be most vulnerable to the creature. We had so complacently wandered into it’s territory, it’s land, and it was stocking up on meat for the winter. I lead the others in scrounging the wrecked tents for any resources still intact, anything that we could use to survive somehow. I glanced over to Sam and Dean, as I tended to every so often, they were picking through their dad’s journal to work out what we could do to make it through the night. Roy couldn’t help himself from making comments about how ridiculous it all was, still convinced it was a grizzly, so I “strongly advised” him to put his energy and skills to use and build a fire rather than sitting their running his mouth. Ben looked overwhelmed by the wreck, his face ashen at the sight of all the blood. The poor kid was petrified. I totally understood. This wasn’t what he signed up for, he just wanted to find his brother - but petrified was going to get him killed. I slipped him a candy bar, the only one I had found and sent him over to Roy to keep him distracted working on the fire.

I began combing through our finds. We had a couple tins of soup, but even less water. We were dangerously low on provisions since the creature had robbed us of all our packs, with the exception of my own as I hadn’t taken it off. I still had a near full bottle of water, but it was now next to nothing considering the amount of people it now had to sustain.

It was too late to go scouting for water, the comforting light of the sun quickly disappearing, leaving us for fend for ourselves, but it was just as dangerous for us to be so low on energy considering what was out there. We couldn’t let ourselves be vulnerable so I worked on getting everyone something to eat.

With the camp protected to some degree, everyone settled around the newly assembled fire and tried to relax a bit, gathering ourselves and figuring out what was next. The forest was now completely engulfed in darkness.

I tried to shake the feeling of uneasiness that was quickly looming over me, but I was beginning to feel trapped. I didn’t do well with being trapped, I tended to panic and lose my head. Instead I busied myself heating the soup over the flames. From across the fire, Sam caught my eye. I had seen that look a hundred times before - he was seeing if I was alright. I nodded subtly that I was but before I could ask him the same his eyes averted mine as he settled down against a log a little way away from everyone else.

“One more time,” Haley said, as she poked the fire. “Those are…?”

“Anasazi symbols,” Dean told her as he traced his finger in the dirt. “It’s for protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them.” If anything Haley looked more confused than ever. “But what is it? What is a wendigo?”

I leaned forward, handing her some water. I tried to explain, “In Native American culture, they believed eating the flesh of other humans gave a person certain… abilities. Unbelievable strength, speed, stealth. They’re cursed with an insatiable hunger. ”

Fire and fear danced together in her eyes as she processed what I was telling her. “So a cannibal has my brother?”

“Yes,” Dean said, slowly.

“But we’re going to get him back,” I interjected, pouring out the soup.

“How?”

“I’m working on it,” he assured her as he rose to his feet and took some food over to his brother. I was about to stand up too, but a hand on my arm stopped me.

“Y/N,” Haley hissed, eyes flicking over Dean as he walked away. “Can I trust him?”

I figured that meant she trusted me, whatever her reason. I looked at her very seriously before nodding. She swallowed before taking her place beside her brother. I recognized the expression on her face, it was something I often felt. Powerless.

“Stay by the fire, watch over Ben and try to get some sleep if you can. That’s all you can do for now,” I promised her, handing her and Ben small rations of the soup and water.

Roy seemed uneasy. He was marching the perimeter, rifle in hand. Despite being such a skeptic, I noticed he stayed within the protection of the Anasazi symbols. He accepted the food as gratefully as I expected, and I moved on.

Dean was the only person not to have any food or water, but when I cast my eyes over at him, he and Sam were deep in conversation. I assumed they were arguing again, the way their heads were butted together, but something was different in their body language. I bit back a smile at the thought that they were actually getting along, but froze up when they both glanced at me, their sentences halting when they saw I was looking. That’s when I realized they were talking about me. I felt the rush of blood in my cheeks and I was about to turn away when Dean stood up and approached me nonchalantly.

“Hey,” he said. He seemed cheerful, I noticed, considering our current predicament. I had forgotten he lived for this kind of thing. “How are you holding up?”

I pursed my lips and admitted, “I would feel a lot better if you told me you had a plan.”

We wandered to the edge of the camp, the limit of our protection, out of earshot of the others.

“We move out at daylight, and track the tracker, hunt the hunter,” I frowned at him.

“Yeah, that was all I came up with too,” I exhaled, disappointed.

“We’d have enough of an advantage to find Tommy and get the hell out of here,” he justified.

I disagreed with him. “We need to get these people out of here, Dean. Get them to safety and then we come back for the creature.” “You try pitching that idea to Haley and Roy,” he sighed. We both knew it was no use. Sometimes people were the most difficult part of hunts.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. It must’ve shown on my face because Dean said, “Hey, you did good today. Quick thinking, saved our asses.” He nudged me, until I smiled.

I remembered why I came over, I held the last of the water out to him.

“Drink,” I ordered. He looked about to protest so I shoved it into his hands.

He sniffed the contents, inspecting it before turning up his nose.

“That’s not whisky,” he complained, joking.

“It’s the last of the water so don’t moan. We need you in good shape. You’re gonna be praying for some more in a few hours,” I told him.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “What about you?”

“I had some earlier,” I shrugged.

“We all had some earlier,” Dean pointed out. “We’ll split it. We need you in good shape too, you gotta track that thing tomorrow.” He gulped down half and handed me the rest.

I exhaled deeply, “No pressure or anything, right?” He watched me with a grin as I sipped from the bottle slowly.

Dean wanted to take first watch, so I said I’d keep him company, feeling too uneasy to sleep. But the fire was warm, and watching the flames sway eventually compelled my eyes to close. My exhausted self reasoned that I was safe enough - I trusted Dean to watch over us, so I let my body get some rest.

I jolted awake what seemed like moments later at the snap of a branch. Dean was already on his feet a few metres away. I scrambled to my feet at the sound of the cry.

“Help! Somebody!”

Dean glanced at me, I nodded reassuringly at him, pulling my gun out in front of me instinctively. We had established that a gun wouldn’t be enough to kill the wendigo, but I figured a head shot had to slow the thing down at least. The second cry had everyone awake.

“It’s trying to draw us out,” Dean explained coolly. “Everybody stay cool, stay put.” He backed Haley and Ben up, so he, Sam and I could cover them from all directions. Sam and I exchanged looks.

Roy stood away from us, mocking Dean, “Inside the magic circle?”

“Help!” the voice continued to scream. Suddenly a gush of wind passed my side of the circle, it moved so fast that I doubted I would be able to see it even in daylight. From behind me, Haley shrieked.

“It’s here,” I yelled, my gun raised, squinting fruitlessly in the dark. The leaves in the brush were rustling, my aim immediately focusing on the movement. I hesitated, I didn’t want to miss a head shot and piss the thing off even more. Roy on the other hand charged right in, rushing forwards out of the protection of the circle and firing wildly into the forest.

“I hit it!” he exclaimed, bounding off into the brush before any of us could stop him.

“Roy, no! Roy!” Dean bellowed. We broke ranks, Sam and Dean starting towards the same direction. I followed, but just as I was about to leave the protection of the circle Dean whipped around and shouted at me.

“Stay here!”

I tried to fight him but he and Sam were already disappearing.

“Stay with them!” He called over his shoulder.

I hastily crossed back behind the markings, grouping together with Ben and Haley, both wide-eyed in fear. I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated. They were headed right where it wanted them and I could do nothing. This was the monster’s territory, its hunting grounds. We were the guests here, and it could play with us all night. I did my job: watching over Ben and Haley, keeping the fire going, waiting. They sat by the fire as I paced anxiously, Haley reassuring her brother the best she could. She came and stood beside me as I gnawed on my nails, eyes focused hard for signs of movement in the woods.

“What do we do if they don’t come back?” Haley whimpered.

The thought terrified me, it hadn’t even crossed my mind. I dismissed it, refusing the idea completely. “They’re coming back.”

Sam and Dean were probably only gone ten minutes at the most but without any way of telling the time and the immense suspense, I jumped to my feet when Sam broke through the brush followed closely by Dean.

“What the hell was that?” I yelled as I hurried over.

Dean shook his head, “Roy’s dead.”

I swallowed, looking at Sam and then Haley. We knew what Roy had been like, but his death… that was on us regardless. If I had tried better to appeal to him, he might still be alive. Dean grouped us all together, answered Haley’s interrogation and then told us all to get some sleep. I felt too ill to refuse this time. I found a space beside Sam, propped up against a tree reading his father’s journal. I closed my eyes and listened to him read under his breath, trying to distract myself from the sickly feeling of guilt until sleep took over my body.

When I woke up a couple hours later, the sun was rising and Sam was sat in the same position.

I rubbed my eyes in attempt to open them and checked on the others, Ben was still sprawled out by the extinguished fire and Haley watched over him, accompanied by Dean. They conversed in low tones. I shook it off, catching Sam’s attention as I sat up. My neck ached from using my backpack as a pillow..

“Morning,” he said, glancing up from the journal.

“Have you slept at all?” I muttered grumpily, throwing myself beside him.

“I’m alright,” Sam said, turning the page. “I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

I was about to ask him something stupid, like how he was, when Dean interrupted telling us that it was time we got going.

“What’s the plan?” I posed the question to the pair of them.

“So, we’ve got half a chance in the daylight,” Sam said. “And I, for one, want to kill this evil son of a bitch.”

“Well, hell, you know I’m in,” Dean said.

“And me.” I nodded. “Just as soon as we get those two out of here.” I threw a glance at Ben and Haley, embracing a few feet away.

“Y/N-” Dean began.

I just scoffed. “How can you still think this is a good idea? After last night-” I thought of Roy.

“She won’t leave without her brother,” Dean’s argument was the same as it had been the night before.

“I don’t care, Dean. I don’t care. Roy wouldn’t listen and now he’s dead and that’s on us.” The two boys stared at me, taken slightly aback.

“This might be the only chance we have to get their brother back,” Dean said. “Alive.”

“Here,” I said, pulling out the spray cans I had taken from the campsite. Dean frowned as I handed him an “everlasting sunshine” scented women’s deodorant. “They’re flammable,” I reminded him. We could use it to torch the creature, the only way John’s journal said it could be killed.

We made our way through the woods, walking much closer as a group after last night’s events. I followed closely behind Sam, who took the lead in pursuing the creature’s markings - four distinct claw marks, like the scars on Mr Shaw. Suddenly, I collided with the back of him. I stumbled backwards and looked up at him about to complain, when I realized he stood very still examining the trees.

“Sam, what is it?” I said slowly, coming to his side.

“You know,” he said out of the corner of his mouth. “I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct, they were almost too easy to follow.” A deep growl from the brush to the side of us sent chills up my spine. Shit. I hadn’t been paying attention, too occupied with the thought of Roy being dead.

I took a step back, when my attention was drawn to something cold and wet on my shoulder. I gave it half a second’s glance, the creature having my almost undivided attention. The blood was purple on my green jacket. I gritted my teeth and my eyes followed it upwards into the trees, where Roy’s mangled body hung limply, his throat slashed open. I gasped and lurched backwards, falling back onto my elbows as the corpse landed right where I had stood.

“His necks broken,” I choked, my eyes glued to the carcass. The growling grew louder. Hands slip under my arms, setting me back on my feet. “Okay, run, run!” Dean yelled. “Go!”

Everyone broke into a run, led by Dean, but despite being on my feet again, they wouldn’t move. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the body. However big or small my part in it was, I knew I was responsible.

Sam took my wrist, pulling me along even after my body registered the danger and my legs could move on their own. I gripped the straps of my backpack to stop the weight of it from throwing me off balance as we sprinted over the uneven terrain, protruding roots and undergrowth threatening to trip us and hand us over to the creature. We had almost caught up to Haley and Dean, my muscles burning in complaint, when out of the corner of my eye I saw Ben stumble, falling sharply on his hands. I prized my hand from Sam’s and I doubled back for him, reaching him just as Sam did, the both of us hurriedly yanking him to his feet.

“Come on,” Sam said, taking his arm. “I gotcha, I gotcha.”

I whipped around, only to be faced with identical woods, what direction had we been going? Where were the others? I made a decision in a split second, delving into the brush, leading the way, hoping I would run into Dean. The three of us stopped in our tracks at the sound of Haley’s scream followed by complete silence.

“Haley?” Ben’s eyes were wide.

My eyes fell upon the bottle. Dean’s Molotov lay broken a few feet away, the contents spilling out onto the forest floor.

There wasn’t a trace of either Dean or Haley. I drew Sam’s attention before calling out his brother’s name as loud as I could.

“Dean!” Sam yelled with me, but the forest was silent. We were on our own.

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S1E2 - Wendigo (Chapter 4)

A/N:

‘Wendigo’ will have two more chapters! They are already written, and just need editing. I use quite a lot of GIFs to help set the scene and help you remember the episode. I find it helps me imagine everything better, what do you think? Hope you like this x

Word count: 1770

Summary: The group makes it’s way towards Tommy’s last known location. You get a chance to speak to Sam whilst you walk but the conversation quickly goes downhill. You reach the campsite and it’s torn apart. Your quick-thinking aids the group in discovering what the creature is and what it’s doing. Tensions heighten between Sam and Roy.

We made our way to the last known coordinates of Tommy’s campsite. It had been about half a day’s walk into the forest following Roy’s GPS. Roy took the lead with Ben close by him, with Dean and Haley having a conversation behind them, whilst Sam and I took the rear end of the group looking out for signs of anything out of the ordinary. I was glad, the two of us hadn’t had any time alone since we’d been here and the conversation Dean and I had had the night before was still on my mind.

“After we kill this thing, I’m taking you out,” I told him, skipping over a log. “Karaoke bar, club-” I raised an eyebrow at him. “…Strip club? You pick.”

Sam threw his head back slightly as he laughed, but the sight made me feel sad. He deserved to laugh like that all the time. “I keep forgetting it’s legal for you now.”

“Yeah well you missed my 21st,” I said, pursing my lips. “Thanks for that book you sent by the way, really helped on a paper I did on paganism.”

“So, which alias are you on now? Lita Ford? Shirley Manson?” He teased. The others had gotten quite a bit further ahead, the woods were silent with the exception of our laughter.

“Mine are no where near as bad as yours and Dean’s,” I laughed. “What was your health insurance under? Elroy McGillicuddy?”

He paused. “That’s dad’s.” Shit. He flashed me a small smile, his way of telling me that it was fine.

“Sam. He’s alright, you know,” I said catching up to him. “Monsters are afraid of him, not the other way around.”

“Yeah,” I earned a small smile from him. “I know.”

He kept on walking and I fell behind, walking alone for a while. I began keeping track of our coordinates myself and monitoring the different animal trails for practice. Dean probably had a little too much faith in my tracking, I used to be decent but I was out of practice for sure. After a few hours I couldn’t find a single trail, not even a squirrel.

We reached the clearing where Tommy and his friends were supposed to be by the late afternoon. But instead of finding them alive and well as we had hoped, we stumbled across a mess of shredded tents, overturned camping gear and personal belongings, everything splattered with blood. I felt sick. I stood back, letting the others investigate, whilst I observed the scene before it could be tarnished. This was exactly how the creature had left it. I thought about the description Mr Shaw had given us, and chills crept up my spine. I noticed there was no source of the blood. It couldn’t be fresh, it had attracted a mass of flies now hovering over the campsite. If they had been attacked by a bear, it would have mauled them there and then. In other words - there would have been bodies to find. This was definitely our creature. I ran my hand over my hip, reassured only slightly by the presence of my gun. We still hadn’t figured out exactly what this thing was, meaning we didn’t know what would kill it for sure. This lack of knowing unnerved me more than anything, I felt so exposed. This was certainly unlike the cases I was used to.

“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy said, crouching beside the wreckage.

I turned to him, “You’ve seen a grizzly do this before?”

“You’d be surprised what they’re capable when they’re hungry.”

“So where are the bodies?” I whispered, but Roy had already hurried off to investigate with the others, already combing through the tents. I circled the campsite twice before I found the trail. I knelt down, making absolutely certain before I looked up for Sam and Dean. They were occupied by a distraught Haley, yelling for her brother. “Tommy! Tommy!”

Sam hastily intervened, shushing her.

“Why?” She asked.

“Something might still be out there,” he said, scanning the horizon until he caught my eye. I signalled for him to come over, he grabbed Dean on the way.

“You should see this.”

I explained in low tones, not wanting to alarm everyone. “The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here the tracks just vanish. Weird, right? What’s it doing?” “I’ll tell you what,” Dean said. “You were right. That’s no skinwalker or black dog.”

The three of us made our way back to camp, Haley was on her knees cradling something in her hands. I approached her slowly, dropping beside her.

I bit my lip when she began to cry, about to try my hand at comforting her when Dean reassured her, “Hey, he could still be alive?” I didn’t know if he believed his own words, but I had forgotten he could be that way – gentle, and considerate. Suddenly, a plea came from the woods.

“Help! Help!”

We all rose to our feet, my gun out instinctively in front of me.

“Help! Somebody!”

I was just as ready to run off into the woods as everyone else until my instincts made me hesitate. I backed up. Of everything that had happened, this made the least sense. The bodies had been dragged away, their trail disappearing. There was three sets of tracks, the most difficult to follow was the one Tommy and his friends must’ve made a few days ago on the way here, the second was the one that dragged them away, and the third was the freshest, it was our own. No one else was out here but the five of us.

I felt a sense of uneasiness overwhelm me, my instincts told me to stay where I was. But Haley wasted no time in running towards it, claiming it was her brother. Dean and Roy ran after her, Ben closely behind them. I called out for Sam to stay, trying to find the words to explain why, but he yelled at me to hurry. I was afraid of following, it was most definitely a trap but I wasn’t about to stay behind and let it isolate me from my friends, or let them take the thing on unknowing and alone. Sam was disappearing in the brush, I ran as fast as I could to Dean.

I snatched his arm, “Stop!” I hissed. Dean and Haley had already come to a halt in the clearing.

My eyes were wide in fear. Dean grabbed me, “What is it?”

“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?!” Haley said distracted.

I breathed, “It’s a trap!”

Dean reached for his gun, suddenly much more conscious of the danger but he urged me for further explanation as he and Sam scanned the forest with their eyes. “Dean, what I showed you before. The trails, there were only Tommy’s and ours! No one else is out here!”

“It’s here,” Sam whispered, moving in front of me.

“Everyone back to camp!” Dean ordered and nobody hesitated in bolting.

When we reached the clearing, the packs that had been left behind were gone. The GPS, along with our provisions had disappeared. Luckily, I hadn’t taken mine off of my back.

“Our packs!” Haley exclaimed.

“So much for my GPS and satellite phone,” Roy scoffed.

“I’ve still got this,” I said as I rustled through my own until I found the compass I had packed. I drew Roy’s attention and tossed it at him.

“This’ll work,” he said, nodding in gratitude.

“What the hell is going on?” Haley demanded.

“It’s smart. It wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help,” Sam observed.

“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole our gear,” Roy said.

I gripped Sam’s wrists as I came to a chilling realisation. He looked at me, alarmed. “Give me your dad’s journal.”

He continued to stare at me bewildered. “Sam!” He began fumbling hurriedly, before pulling me aside and shoving the leather-bound book into my hands.

I wasted no time in peeling through the pages until I found it. No body moved, they all stood gawking at me. The wendigo. I stabbed my finger into the page showing Sam. “We have to go.”

Dean prized the book out of my hands, skim reading the page.

“What?” he said, panicked. “Wendigo’s are in the Minnesota woods or, or north Michigan, I’ve never heard of one this far west?”

I had thought so too, it had thrown us all off completely.

“Dean, she’s right. Think about it, the tracks, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice,” Sam said.

“Great,” Dean sighed. “Well then this is…”

“Useless,” I finished for him. “We need fire, but it’s too dangerous with the others. We need to take them back and deal with it ourselves.”

“It’s too late for that,” Dean said, eyeing the clearing. “It’ll pick us all off.”

“So what do we do?” Sam called out to the group, getting their attention. “All right, it’s time to go. Things have gotten more… complicated.”

Haley looked about to open her mouth in protest but I took her arm, muttering, “Don’t fight on this, we need to move.”

“Kid, don’t worry,” Roy told us. “Whatever’s out there, I think I can handle it.”

“If you shoot this thing, you’re only going to make it mad,” I tried to explain.

“One, you’re talking nonsense,” he barked to me, pointing his finger in my face. “And two, you’re in no position to give anybody orders,” he said turning to Sam.

“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, alright? We’re trying to protect you,” Sam said. I could see he was growing more and more impatient.

“Protect me? I was hunting in these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight,” Roy said, stepping into Sam’s face. It seemed ridiculous, Sam towered over him.

“It’s a damn near perfect hunter,” Sam continued. “It’s smarter than you, and it’s gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here,” Sam said through gritted teeth.

I glanced at him, surprised that Roy had managed to rile him up so easily.

When Roy laughed and called him crazy, Dean intercepted Sam whilst I stood my ground between them, shoving Roy back. “Back off,” I warned him, frightfully calmly.

“Chill out,” Dean told his brother.

“Stop it!” Haley demanded. “Everybody just stop! Look, Tommy might still be alive and I’m not leaving without him.”

Nobody said anything until Dean stepped up. “It’s getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day but an unbelievable hunter at night. We’ll never beat it in the dark.”

“Tell us what to do,” I said.

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S1E2 - Wendigo (Chapter 3)

A/N:

I’m trying to upload the first two episodes quickly to generate some interest, the other episodes will probably come much slower considering how long it takes me to write them :(

*All GIFs are credited at the bottom*

Word count: 1,114

Summary: Tomorrow you and the Winchesters are plan to tag along with Haley, Ben and their guide Roy into the woods in search of their brother Tommy, all unaware of the creature that has abducted him. Dean visits your motel room the night before, and you two discuss how Sam is coping after Jessica’s death. The next morning you meet up with the Collins’, but tension arises.

We were staying at the same shitty motel, it was the only one in Lost Creek. It was a one story shack of a building located on the edge of the highway, which was thankfully quiet by the time we returned. Sam and Dean had just covered a thousand miles from California just to get here and they hadn’t slept at all since, I said goodnight to the two of them and made my way to my room not expecting to see either of them until the following morning.

It had been about twenty minutes since we got back yet I couldn’t bring myself to do anything more than change and perch myself on the edge of the bed. There was a knock at the door. I rose to my feet slowly and cracked it open, hand on my gun instinctively. I was still on edge from Mr Shaw’s story. When I saw his face, albeit frowning at me, I relaxed. Dean looked confused for a second but shook it off.

“Hey,” he said slowly. “Did I wake you?”

I opened the door wider and threw myself back onto the bed. “No,” I admitted, he took initiative and closed the door behind him. “Too much going on upstairs to sleep.” There was a brief pause. I think he had just come to me to talk.

“You want a beer?” I said, an eyebrow raised as I strode over to the mini fridge.

Dean pulled up a chair. “Yeah… thanks.”

“So, how have things been?” I asked him, sitting across from him, popping the lid of my bottle with my teeth. “You know… given everything.”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. Sam won’t talk to me about it,” Dean admitted, taking a swig. “I was kinda hoping you would give it a shot.”

I considered it. “But you’re his brother.” He shrugged. “You’re his best friend.” I frowned at him. “Come on, Dean. I haven’t seen him in a year, and you know how we left things.”

“Me neither,” he reminded me. “You gotta admit though, it felt good today. The three of us being back together, working on a case,” Dean cocked his eyebrow at me.

“Yeah,” I let out a laugh. “It did.” There was a comfortable silence, the two of us sat thinking about the old times we had had and I chugged the rest of my beer.

“You did good by the way, all the research –” “Dean,” I interrupted him. “What about you?” “What about me?” “How are you doing?” I said, frowning at him. I know he had seen Jess, pinned to the ceiling. It was the same way his mother was killed. He had dragged Sam out of there the same way he did when they were kids. But didn’t do heart-to-hearts, he plastered his face with a grin.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. You don’t need to worry about me.” Dean finished his beer in one gulp and rose to his feet. “Anyway, you should get some sleep.”

He paused in the doorway. “How’s your tracking by the way?” I thought about it, I was definitely out of practice. “Rusty,” I admitted.

“Well you still top me and Sam, so it’s up to you to track the kid tomorrow.”

I stood up to see him out, half smiling, half rolling my eyes at him as I shuffled him out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, D.”

I hurriedly gathered my things for the next day. A flashlight, water canteen, first aid kit, compass and a few metres of rope lay on one side of my bed alongside the weapons I was bringing. I debated whether or not I would need a wire cutter, flipping it over in my hands before tossing it in the pile. The truth was, we didn’t know what we were getting ourselves into. We didn’t know what this thing even was, but we didn’t have time to figure it out. Haley was heading out there tomorrow, without a clue of the danger she was walking into. I swept all my belongings into my backpack, my eyes falling on my cell set down on the nightstand. It was too late to call Gus, he’d be asleep. He had school in morning. I had a creature to kill.

It felt as if I had only just closed my eyes when my alarm went off. The three of us tossed our bags into the Impala sluggishly, our bodies still heavy from sleep. I decided to ride with the boys, leaving my truck in the motel parking lot. None of us knew how long it’d take us to track down the thing in the woods.

I sat in the back, the rumble of the engine making me sleepy. The sky steadily transitioned from dark blue to orange I breathed in the leather of the seats, I loved this car. Sam slept with his head resting against the window, whilst Dean rubbed his eyes trying to pay attention to the road, even he couldn’t find much to say.

The radio chattered faintly. I forced myself to look over the notes in John’s journal, trying to narrow down our options with the little we knew about the creature under a flashlight. I tried to put the pieces together, unconvinced by the theories of skinwalkers and black dogs. The descriptions given by the victims just didn’t match up to their typical behaviour.

It was barely dawn when we met up with Haley, Ben and an older man introduced to us as Roy, who had experience hunting in these woods. They weren’t expecting us but Dean smooth talked them into letting us “park rangers” tag along, Haley and I already on a first name basis having visited her the other day concerning Tommy. Roy took one look at me and shook his head, turning to Haley, “You’re paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I already told you Ben shouldn’t come, now I’ve got more to look out for.”

“Oh, you won’t need to look after us,” I promised. “We’re professionals.”

“Darlin’ its dangerous back country out there-” “We know how dangerous it can be,” Dean assured him.

“To tell you the truth, I just don’t think you’re up for it.” I raised my eyebrow, he was clearly directing his comment at me.

When Dean informed him very seriously that I was a respectable tracker, conveniently leaving out my lack of recent practice, but Roy narrowed his eyes and looked as if he was about to laugh.

Dean expression changed, and suddenly Roy didn’t find it as funny. I was aware that I was less than half his age, and didn’t look like much. His lack of confidence in me didn’t bother me until I realised it was because I was a girl. Sam stepped in front of me, about to defend me but I wasn’t interested in confrontation, I just started towards the woods gesturing for Haley and Ben to follow suit.

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S1E2 - Wendigo (Chapter 2)

A/N:

We’re back with the next part of Wendigo. I have so much fun writing these, I hope you enjoy them x

*All GIFs I use are credited at the bottom*

Word count: 1987

Summary: You meet up with Sam and Dean in a bar and inform them of the case you’ve found in Blackwater Ridge, a string of missing campers brushed off as bear attacks. The three of you go to talk to Mr Shaw, the only known survivor of an attack in the fifties. Sam and Dean disagree on what to do next.

10th Nov, 2005

Sam’s skin was golden brown from the Californian sun, his hair longer than I had ever seen it, a tangled mop that he had to brush out of his eyes. He still smelled the same. People were watching us embrace but I didn’t care. It had been an entire year.

“Hey,” my voice came out as less than a whisper.

“Hey.”

“Where’s Dean?” I breathed into his shoulder.

“Parking the Impala.”

“I’m so sorry, Sam” I rasped. I pulled away only to read his expression. He gave me a small smile for effort. We both knew there was nothing I could say, even as his best friend.

“Thanks for being here.”

“I should have come as soon as Dean called-” I began.

“Hey,” he stopped me. “You don’t have to explain, you’ve got your own life.” And you had yours, I thought. Dean had told me he’d missed his law school interview. What was he planning to do now? He had given up too much to go to Stanford for it to result to nothing, but that was a conversation for another time.

My eyes wandered over his shoulder to the door, where his brother had just walked in. Sam cleared his throat and stepped aside for Dean to greet me.

I supressed a smile as a grin spread across his face. “Hey.”

“Hey Kid,” Dean chuckled, pulling me into him eagerly. I knew he meant well but I bit my lip at his term of endearment for me, he may as well have ruffled my hair and offered me a lollipop. “I owe you one for coming so soon,” he said in my ear.

“You don’t owe me anything,” I assured him. “I wanted to come. If anything…” I said sitting down across from them, “I think I owe you a beer for St. Louis.” I reminded him, sliding them both a bottle across the table, sipping my own generously.

“Ah, the pool game,” he nodded, remembering. I had only seen Dean look at waitresses the way he looked at that beer, practically drooling as he cracked it open. “Your debt is paid.”

We sat there for a moment sipping.

“So, anything?” Dean asked, ready to talk business.

I sighed, and shook my head. “It’s not what you want to hear.”

Sam placed his father’s journal out on the table, my eyes widened at the sight of John’s prized possession.

“He gave that to you?” I hissed, propping myself up on my elbows. I had only seen the journal a handful of times, I had never dared asked John to take a look.

Dean shook his head in a grave sort of way. “We found it at the motel in Jericho.”

I exhaled, sitting back in my chair. “He just left it there? No call? No note?”

“Only the message about “being careful”, but other than that,” Dean confirmed. “Nada. Just the coordinates of this place.”

“It doesn’t make any sense,” I concluded, tying my hair back. “I’ve been poking around here for days. I don’t think he’s ever stepped foot in Lost Creek.”

“Well, what are we still doing here then?” Dean asked, clasping his beer.

I smacked a stack of newspapers on the table, my eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know how your dad knew, but there’s definitely something in this town,” I confirmed. “Blackwater Ridge doesn't exactly get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.” Both Winchesters listened intently as I continued. “I thought that was weird, but I didn’t think it was our kinda gig until I did some more digging,” spinning the paper around for them to see the headline.

“It happened before in 1982,” Sam deducted as he skimmed the page. “Eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack.”

I put paper after paper in front of them. “And again in ‘59 and again before that in 1936.”

Dean scan-read the page, running a hand over his mouth in thought.

“Every twenty-three years,” I shook my head, not knowing what to make of my observation. “Just like clockwork. First, I thought spirit, but all those bodies vanishing? And what kind of creature works on a schedule?”

I was stumped. I needed their help.

“I went to see a girl - Haley Collins – her brother Tommy is one of the missing campers. She said he hasn’t checked in for three days.” Dean was about to open his mouth so I added. “He has a satellite phone.” He shut it abruptly.

“He sends her pictures, videos every day,” I eyed the two brothers. “Their parents are gone so they keep close tabs on each other. Check your emails, Sam. I forwarded you one of the videos.” He was already pulling it up on his laptop. He played it through once.

Tommy was in his tent, recording by lamplight. “Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.” I watched Sam’s reaction carefully, seeing if he would notice what I had. The shadow ran across the screen for a split second, and Sam glanced at me nervously.

“Slow it down,” I told him.

He restarted the clip, clicking through the frames. The quality wasn’t great but the dark shadow, long and gangly, was unmistakable as it passed behind Tommy’s tent.

“That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second,” Sam remarked. The hairs on my arms stood up like they had the first time I had seen it. “Whatever that thing is, it can move.”

“We have another problem,” I said. I was in neck deep. “Haley’s hired a guy to take her out there tomorrow morning, she’s set on finding Tommy herself.”

“We’ll do what we have to,” Sam said. I nodded but Dean glanced at his brother.

“Good news is, we have a lead,” I said, turning the paper over. “In fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.” Dean looked between Sam and me, “Is there a name?”

“Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this,” Mr Shaw said, muffled with a cigarette between his lips. I followed behind Sam and Dean into the old man’s apartment, ignoring the scent of smoke and mold. “It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—

“Grizzly?” Sam finished for him. “That’s what attacked them?”

Mr Shaw faced us, drawing hard on the cigar and nodding slowly.

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean questioned, approaching him in his armchair. “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

“Dean,” I said, reminding him to be tactful. This wasn’t an interrogation. The man had been through a lot, regardless of how long ago it was. You could see how it had affected the rest of his life just by the state of his apartment.

“If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it,” Dean tried again.

“I seriously doubt that,” Shaw said. I could see why he would think that about us, we didn’t exactly look like rangers. “Anyway, I don't see what difference it would make. You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”

I tried my hand at coaxing his story out, sitting across from him. I offered him the smallest of smiles. “Please, Sir. Tell us what you saw.”

He paused. “Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard.”

“It came at night?” I asked.

Sam sat beside me, clinging to his every word. “Got inside your tent?”

“It got inside our cabin,” Shaw corrected him. “I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.”

“It killed them?” I exhaled regretfully.

“Dragged them off into the night,” he confirmed. I glanced at Sam, who looked as sick as I felt.

“It left me with this-” Shaw reached for his collar but glanced at me, apprehensive. “I’m not sure you would want to see this,” he warned me. People often tried to tell me what I could and couldn’t handle, I had a stronger stomach that people credited me for.

“Please,” I said, giving him a nod of assurance. He reluctantly pulled down the neck of his shirt revealing four grotesque scars down his chest. I gulped but otherwise didn’t react out of courtesy. Sam and Dean studied them from a distance, and Shaw slowly adjusted his shirt. I could have sworn the old man looked ashamed. I found myself leaning closer, my expression softening when suddenly he reached forward and snatched my arm. I stifled a gasp. Dean and Sam lurched out of instinct but I gestured for them to relax. I wasn’t afraid of him, he just took me by surprise.

“There’s something evil in those woods. Some sort of demon,” the old man warned me. “You be careful.”

We navigated our way out of the grey maze of his apartment building, I walked in front, my cheeks involuntarily warm with embarrassment. Fortunately, we had more important things to worry about.

“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls,” Dean noted.

“So it's probably something else,” Sam concluded. “Something corporeal.”

Dean stopped walking, “Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.”

“Shut up,” Sam rolled his eyes. “So what do you think?”

“The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog,” Dean suggested.

“Hm, I don’t know Dean,” I said as we found ourselves outside in the cool night air. “Skinwalker maybe, it could’ve unlocked the door in its human form.”

“Whatever we're talking about, it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it.”

My truck was parked around the block beside the Impala. Dean made his way around to the trunk and propped open the weapons box with a shotgun.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked, leaning against the side door.

“We cannot let that Haley girl go out there,” Sam decided.

“Oh yeah?” Dean raised an eyebrow, shoving some ammo into his duffel bag. “What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. Dean went still, staring at his brother. “If we have to,” I agreed with the younger Winchester, directing Dean’s stare to me. It might be the only way to keep her safe. “I could try to talk to her, I think she trusts me.”

“Her brother's missing. I don’t think there’s anything you can say, Y/N,” Dean said, his eyes skimming over his own brother. “She's not gonna just sit this out. No. We go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.”

Dean swung the duffel bag over his shoulder, walking around the car. I was content to go along with the eldest Winchester, my own forte being ghosts, and vengeful spirits.

But suddenly, Sam was raising his voice, “Finding dad’s not enough?” He slammed the trunk shut, glaring at his brother. “Now we gotta babysit too?”

I remained where I was, watching both of them, quickly feeling as if I was invading something private.

Dean stared right back at him, deciding what his problem was.

“What?” Sam said defensively.

“Nothing.” Dean shrugged, throwing his duffel at him before turning to me. “Coming?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you,” I said. Sam scoffed as Dean walked away contently. That was one thing I had forgotten from my time apart from the Winchester brothers, they tended to disagree on an awful lot. I didn’t want to take sides, but I muttered, “You can ride with me if you want.”

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S1E2 - Wendigo (Chapter 1)

A/N:

I wrote pages and pages for this episode, so the parts will be quite long, which is hopefully a good thing! This includes a flashback to the time Sam and Jess first got together and a super angsty argument with Stanford!Sam that was so hard for me to write. Really hope you love this, more on the way x

PLEASE DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE!

Word count: 1427

Summary: After Sam’s girlfriend Jess is killed, Dean asks you to go ahead of him and Sam to Colorado in search of John. A week later they meet up with you in a bar in Blackwater Ridge. You haven’t seen Sam in a year, though you kept in touch. You worry about how you can possibly comfort your oldest friend, and think back to the last time you two saw each other on New Year’s Eve, 2003.

I found the bar easy enough. I couldn’t help but scan the parking lot as I pulled in, the sky growing darker. There was only an assortment of off-roads, no Impala in sight. I figured I must have beaten the boys here, so I found us a table in the back and ordered us three beers. It was getting busier, people crowding the bar and pool table. I watched them play from afar, trying to think of what I would say to Sam when I saw him. It had been just over a week since he’d found his girlfriend dead on the ceiling of their apartment. I thought about it for the twenty minutes I waited for them and came up with nothing. There was nothing I could say to him. I was going to need something much stronger than beer.

Sam was the first to come in, his eyes sweeping the room until they fell upon me. He was alone. He held up a hand, accompanied by a small smile and my anxieties alleviated slightly. I stood up, lost as how to greet him. I opened my mouth but no words came out. Despite how long we’d been apart, Sam was my closest friend. When he strode over without hesitation to embrace me, I was taken aback. It took me a second to realise that maybe it wasn’t for me, but for him. His brother wasn’t exactly big on talking about feelings. I settled my head on his shoulder as he squeezed me gently. Sam must’ve grown four inches since the last time I saw him. I gripped him tighter when I thought about that fight.

New Years Eve, 2003

It was Sam’s third year at Stanford. My first year at the University of Denver. I had come home to Oregon for the winter holidays, so I drove down to California to see Sam for New Years. Although he was only a state over, it took me ten hours. I didn’t mind, all I could think about was seeing him again, but I had forgotten to pack CD’s for the journey, so it was ten hours of the same Metallica album I had accidentally stolen from Dean - I liked them even less by the time I got there. We’d been keeping in touch through emails and texts, but after a few weeks I tended to avoid calling him because I missed him too much.

He took me to a party on New Year’s Eve, a friend from one of his classes. I tried my best to get into it for his sake. I just wanted to spend time with him. It was odd, it’s not like I had never been to a party. It was just strange to watch him in this environment. When I thought about it, we had spent most of our time on hunts, covered in blood and grime, and in life or death situations. Was this what Sam cared about now? Beer pong and dance music. Was this who he wished he could be all the time he was hunting?

He wanted me to meet his friends, but we got separated, so I wandered outside to get some air. I couldn’t stand the bodies pressing and terrible music when I wasn’t with him. It just wasn’t worth it.

“Want a hit?”

I was sat on the stairs just outside of the house, suddenly aware of the guy cross legged on the grass in front of me. It was dark, but even I could see his eyes were red. Yep, this was definitely California.

“Is it pure?” I said. Tobacco repulsed me.

“Yes.”

“Do I have to sleep with you?” I asked plainly.

He laughed. “Do you ever have to sleep with anyone?”

He was stoned, but he seemed like an alright guy. If not, I had a blade in the sole of my shoe. I accepted the joint gratefully. I figured maybe I was just being miserable, maybe I just needed to relax and be happy that my friend was happy.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked me. “You’ve got all this negative energy around you, man.”

“I -uh- lost my friend. I don’t know anyone else here,” I said, taking a drag.

“You’re not from here?” He deducted.

“Is it obvious?” I exhaled.

“Hm... nah, I just have a radar for that kinda thing.” He told me his name was Milo and that he was working on becoming president. I told him I would absolutely vote for him. He started listing all the things he would implement, surprising including the legalization of weed. I zoned out. I began to feel better about everything, I even understood what Milo was talking about for the most part.

“Oh damn,” he said. “It’s five to midnight. We’ve only got five more minutes of this year, man.”

“Really?” I said, jumping to my feet.

“You got someplace to be?”

I don’t know why, but I felt the urgent need to find Sam before it hit midnight. I was stoned, and drunk and upset and it just felt like the world would end if I didn’t. I didn’t know what I would do if I found him - tell him how I was feeling, and go into the New Year together. I dragged myself up the stairs, bumping into people and substances being spilled on me. I didn’t care. They all just felt like obstacles.

People started the count down from ten. I stumbled over the top step and almost fell on my face but Milo had my back and swung my arm over his neck. “Whoa, take it easy.”

That’s when I saw him, standing by the window, head thrown back in laughter. I wondered what the joke was. There was too many people, he wouldn’t have seen me anyway, but when the clock hit midnight I froze. He was with someone. He kissed her. I almost fell over again.

It was stupid of me to think I could come back into his life after months and expect everything to be the same, to pick things up where we left off, to think that he wouldn’t find someone in his new life with new things. That wasn’t fair of me, I knew that. He didn’t need someone from his past coming back to haunt him. He didn’t need reminding of everything he was running from. I planned to leave that night. I just wanted to be out of his way. I somehow managed to find my way back to his apartment, fumbling with the key he gave me. His place was empty. He hadn’t come home yet. I fell onto the armchair and passed out, a picture of Sam and I in Illinois next to the ‘World’s Largest Ketchup Bottle’ on the coffee table.

1st Jan, 2004

“Hi.”

I lifted my head slightly, squinting from the light pouring through the shutters. God, I was hungover. I recognized her as the pretty blonde Sam was with from last night. She was stood in the doorway, staring at me. I noticed she was wearing one of Sam’s t-shirts, the one I sometimes wore. I don’t know what hurt more, the fact that he had given it to her or that the only clothing underneath it was her underwear. Sam was a big boy. We weren’t together. I knew that. He could be with whoever he wanted, he could sleep with whoever he wanted. Still I barely managed to form a coherent sentence so I just said, “Hi.”

She approached me so I sat up, pulling the blanket off of me. I looked at it in my hands, it hadn’t been there when I had fallen asleep. I subtly ran my fingers over it, Sam did that sometimes.

“You’re Y/N?” she asked, smiling.

“Yeah,” I said, relieved that Sam had told her about me.

I sat there for a second, too dazed from sleep to hold a proper conversation. “Sorry – I was kind of wasted last night-“

“Jess,” she laughed, holding out her hand. I shook it gratefully.

“So… Sam hasn’t said anything to you about me then.” She probed the subject awkwardly. She made it look endearing.

It was too late for me to lie, so I shook my head. “Don’t read too much into it, Sam doesn’t tell me much of anything these days.” I muttered bitterly.

I realized I was making things awkward so I stood up about to make a run for it, like I had planned to last night.

Still, I wanted to see him, even if he was asleep. But I was too afraid of what I’d find. Would her clothes be strewn all over the floor? Would his bed be wildly unmade? No. I didn’t want to know.

“Jess, I know you don’t know me but can I ask you for something?”

She took a second before deciding, “Yes.”

“Look out for him,” I said, my brows furrowed. “Please.” I added.

“Is Sam in some kind of trouble? I kinda get the feeling he’s not telling me something.”

“No,” I said quickly. “He –um- Sam can be just be reckless.”

I didn’t dare to delve into specifics. I figured if things got serious between them, Sam would tell her about his life himself. I slipped my shoes on and pulled my bag over my head.

“Wait, are you taking off?” Jess said, hurrying down the hall after me.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Shouldn’t we wake Sam? Won’t he want to say goodbye?”

I exhaled and managed a small smile. I could see why he liked her. “No, that’s okay. I’ll call him later. See you around, Jess.”

I made it to my truck, breathing deeply, trying to bring myself to leave him again like the day I sent him off to this place. Sam would be okay. He had it all sorted - college, his future, friends, and now girlfriend. It unsettled me. What did I have? What was I going back to? Most importantly, he was safe here.

“Hey!” Sam was hurrying across the car park. I felt slightly guilty, he was barefoot, in a t-shirt and joggers trying to catch me. Busted.

“You’re leaving? Just like that?” He called.

I switched off the engine, the window rolled down enough for us to talk.

“What? No goodbye?” He said, leaning against my truck, annoyed. I dragged my eyes away from the road to look at him. I shrugged.

“Goodbye,” I said quietly.

“Y/N what is it? What’s wrong?” He said, softly.

I stared hard at the floor, tears threatening to spill over.

“Would you look at me for a second?” But I couldn’t. He opened the door, and I slid out slowly to face him.

“You’re freaking me out here,” He said. “I need to go Sam, I just don’t think I was supposed to come here,” I said miserably.

“What are you talking about? I want you here.”

“To remind you of all the shit you left behind? Your family. The life. You don’t need this, not here, not when you’re doing such a good job of fitting in. You shouldn’t want me here.”

I realised I was hurting him. I realised I was being a total bitch, but I just kept talking.

“Don’t do that,” he shook his head. “Don’t push me out.” He knew me too well. There was a pause. “Is this because of Jess? What? Did she say something?”

“No,” I said blankly. “It’s not her. It’s you, or it’s me. I don’t know, something’s different – you’re different.”

“What are you talking about?” He raised his voice in exasperation.

“Since when do you care about partying and living it up? I mean, we’ve saved people Sam, we’ve seen people killed, and we’ve done the killing ourselves together but this is what you choose to care about now?”

“You know, I don’t get you,” He held up his hands. “You’re the one who convinced me to come here. You wanted this for me, remember? Now you’re surprised that I’m trying to be normal, to not be the freak for once?”

I bit my lip. He was right, wasn’t he? I couldn’t expect him to be the same. But I couldn’t tell up from down, so I just kept yelling.

“We are freaks! We’ve always been freaks! But I never cared because we always did it together! Suddenly that’s not good enough for you? This isn’t who you are Sam.”

I just stared at him. What the hell was my problem? I didn’t know. Maybe I just didn’t expect him to fit in as well as he did, maybe it was on me and not him.

“Yeah well maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” For some reason, this hurt me the most. “You sound like Dean, you know that? I just want more than-”

The life. He meant. More than the life John raised him to live.

My anger had been short-lived, reduced to not much more than a whisper.

“I want that for you too, you know I do. I just didn’t expect you to change so much getting it.” I was about to apologize to him, to make up like we always did.

“Sometimes you have to change. It’s called growing up, you should try it some time.” He snapped.

I felt the blow deep in my chest. “Screw you.”

I turned and lost my balance, stumbling slightly. “Are you still drunk?” His face fell, every inch of anger replaced with alarm.

“What do you care?” I yelled, climbing back into my truck. He ran up to the window, I wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. I locked the door before he could prize it open.

“Come on, don’t be stupid. You can’t drive like this.” I started the engine out of spite, fingers blundering with the ignition.

“Don’t leave.” He put his hand on the glass. “Come back inside, forget about what I said. Okay? I’m sorry.”

Metallica blasted through the speakers, as my truck came to life. I rested my head on the steering wheel for a second, trying to gather myself.

“Come on, I’m sorry.” His voice was muffled.

I sat back up, blinking away my tears. I caught a glimpse of Jess, standing by the window, watching us. It didn’t feel real but I figured that was just the rest of the alcohol in my system.

“Bye Sam.”

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S1E1 - Pilot (Chapter 4)

A/N:

This is the final chapter of the Pilot. ‘Wendigo’ is on it’s way! Hope you enjoy x

Word count: 607

Warnings: Mild language

Summary: Dean calls you in the middle of the night informing you of Jessica’s death. He tells you he needs you to follow his dad’s coordinates to Blackwater Ridge, but there are some things you need to take care of before you leave your life behind indefinitely.

3rd Nov, 2005

1:12am

“Hey,” I said as I shook Gus awake gently. “Everything’s okay, but you need to pack a bag.”

I wasted no time in gathering my things – cash, clothes, and gear. Whatever I left behind was replaceable.

I hadn’t been on a hunt for a while, but my truck was still loaded with the necessities. My usual gig was ghosts, vengeful spirits, and the occasional poltergeist, but I never took on anything too crazy – hunting alone. I had a kid brother I had to think about, but I also had a responsibility to do something with the things I knew.

I took ancient history at college, so I could be up to date on my legends, maybe expand my horizons as a hunter. Since I had been at college, I had mostly just been taking cases on the weekends. Student by day, hunter by night.

Gus hauled our stuff to my truck, but I paused in the doorway. I looked back at the old house, the faded yellow wallpaper and peculiar decorations seemed comforting only now that I was leaving again. I exhaled. Something told me I wouldn’t be back here for a while.

I watched Gus as he put on his seat belt. I couldn’t take him with me, and I couldn’t leave him home alone. Joni didn’t get back for another day or so, so I called the only other person in town I remotely trusted. Sebastian.

“Why do I have to stay with that guy?” Gus complained as we drove.

“It’s either that or Mrs Lieberman,” I said shortly. Gus thought Mrs Lieberman smelled like garlic.

“Is he your boyfriend?” “No.”

“Why can’t I just come with you?” He asked.

“Because,” I began, deciding what to tell him. “I’m going back to college.”

“In the middle of the night,” He folded his arms. I forgot he wasn’t a baby anymore. He picked up on everything. It was a pain in my ass. It was much harder to lie to him.

“You’re going off again aren’t you? Fighting ghosts or whatever.”

I stared straight ahead at the road. He had so many questions, for such a small person.

Gus frowned. “You promised you wouldn’t do that anymore.”

I glanced over at him, an eyebrow raised. “You gonna tell on me?”

“No,” He threw his head back, sulking. “Can I come with you one day? I bet you’re better than the Ghostfacers.”

“Those douche bags?” I grinned. “Yeah, I’d smoke them any day.”

Gus stood on the sidewalk ogling at Sebastian’s house. It was in a nicer neighborhood than ours.

“Hey,” I said, getting out of the truck to meet him. “I’m sorry I have to leave you like this.” His brows knitted together in thought. “You’re helping people right?”

I nodded. “I’m gonna try.”

“Then it’s cool.” He said shrugging.

I reached into the glove compartment, suddenly remembering. “I’ve been meaning to give this to you.” I handed him the cell phone. He gaped at it, flipping it over in his hands like it was made of gold. “It’s mine?”

“It’s yours.” I confirmed. He threw his arms around my waist, and my throat tightened. Crap, I loved this kid.

“You keep it on you all the time, and pick up when I call.” I told him. “Don’t freak if I don’t answer right away, I’ll call you back when I can. But you might wanna hide that from Aunt Joni, you know she loses it around technology.”

“I’m more annoyed that you leave me with her all the time, to be honest,” He said. We both laughed.

“You can come and live with me one day,” I said, seriously.

“Really?” Gus beamed.

I grinned. “Yeah, let me just sort my life out first.”

I left them with $50 for food or whatever, and thanked Sebastian profusely before taking off again. I had a thousand miles ahead of me, a stack of CD’s, and a man to find.

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S1E1 - Pilot (Chapter 3)

A/N:

Hello! The last part to the ‘Pilot’ episode will be posted later, I can’t wait for for the action to begin but I thought it was necessary to set the tone in this episode. From now on the chapters will be much longer. Really hope you like this x

Word count: 794

Warnings: Mild language

Summary: It’s November 2nd, 2005. Sam and Dean are in Jericho, California, hunting the woman in white. You’re at home looking after your little brother Gus, when Sam rings updating you on the search for his dad. Later that night, you awake to a phone call. It’s Dean. He tells you that Jess is dead and that he needs you in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado to find John.

2nd Nov 2005

I closed the shop around six o’clock and drove home. I didn’t like leaving Gus alone, but I figured he would be okay for a couple hours. I found him in the backyard, covered in dirt.

“Do I even wanna know?” I asked him casually, as I set my bag down in the kitchen.

He shrugged, “Probably not.”

Joni’s eccentric purple drapes danced as a breeze trailed across the kitchen, sending chills up my arms. I crossed over to the window to shut it, leaning over the counter. I watched Gus for a while, digging holes in the yard.

Gus was really into pets, but not the puppies and kittens kind. He collected insects, ones with lots of legs like beetles and locusts, and ones with none at all like his giant African snails. I thought it was actually kind of cool when he wasn’t flashing me jars of bugs over the dinner table. I was really gutted I couldn’t be around for him more.

My attention was drawn to the buzzing of my phone. My expression softened at the name of the caller.

“Hey stranger,” Sam said, nonchalant.

“So, you’ve finally remembered how to use a phone,” I said. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been meaning to call. I’ve just had a lot going on – interviews, and deadlines, and Dean showing up out of nowhere.” His tone changing to slightly accusatory.

“No way am I getting in the middle of that one,” I said. I tended to avoid Winchester family conflict. “How are things going with him anyway? You heard anything from your dad?”

“We found his motel room,” He said. “He was chasing a woman in white but it looks like he bailed on the case.”

“Right, Dean told me, the disappearances on the highway. Need any help?”

“I’m on my way to burn the bones now, should be over in a couple hours,” He said. It sounded like he was driving.

“Alright, well be careful.”

“On that note,” He began. “Listen, I don’t wanna freak you out but Dad left Dean a message. He said we were all in danger, and that we needed to be careful. I don’t know what he’s talking about but just watch your back, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” And then he was gone.

I got the call from Dean later that night - the one I had been expecting the first time.

I reached for my phone blindly, connecting the line.

“Dean, what is it?” My voice heavy with sleep. I squinted at the clock. It was almost one o’clock in the morning.

Someone was dead. It was Jessica.

I knew the story of what happened all those years ago. The year before I was born. Mary Winchester went into Sam’s nursery and never came back out. John had found her on the ceiling, a great gash across her abdomen, before she erupted into flames setting alight their home and ending any chance of them being normal. Dean had carried his baby brother to safety. Twenty two years later history was repeating itself. Why? Why now? Why them? What did it all mean?

My heart battered against my ribcage. I had met Jess once, it was the only time I ever visited Sam at Stanford. This wasn’t supposed to happen. California was supposed to be safe for him.

“Listen, you said to call if-” I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“I can be there by morning,” I said without hesitation.

“No,” Dean said quickly. “We found something else, coordinates in my dad’s journal. You go to college in Denver right? Ever heard of a place called Blackwater Ridge?”

I didn’t venture out of the city a lot, but I wracked my brain for the name. Everything seemed so surreal. I shook my head, before I realised he couldn’t see me. “No. No, I don’t know it.” “Listen, I don’t think Sam’s ready to leave here yet. We gotta stick around for a few days, see what we can find out about this thing, but it’s gotta mean something right? Maybe he’s there. Maybe there’s a case. You think you can check it out?”

I switched my bedside lamp on, securing the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I scribbled down the details.

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing. ��Yeah, I can do that.”

“Alright, thanks Kid. We’ll meet you there in a couple of days.”

“Wait. Dean.” I swung my legs out of bed. “What about Sam?” I wasn’t sure what I meant by this, but Dean sighed. “He’s gonna need you Y/N.”

There was a pause, broken by the wailing of sirens on Dean’s end of the line. “I gotta go. Be careful.”

“You too.” I said.

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S1E1 - Pilot (Chapter 2)

A/N:

Hi, thank you so much for staying tuned for part two! Initially, I started the story from S1E2 - Wendigo, but I wanted to set up Y/N’s life, relationships and backstory in this episode, which is why I decided to introduce a new O/C here. The boys won’t actually appear until Wendigo, their first hunt as a trio. I’m so excited to share the flashback I wrote about Y/N visiting Sam at Stanford. Hope you like x

Word count: 617

Warnings: None

Summary: It’s Halloween morning. You sit in a cafe having breakfast with your little brother Gus, thinking about the phone call to Dean last night. You run into a friend from high school.

31st Oct, 2005

“Can I have the chocolate chip pancakes with… blueberries, and… maple syrup?” My brother was an odd kid. My face contorted in mild disgust as he ordered his breakfast, face hidden behind the menu. I had made the mistake of telling him he could order whatever he wanted.

“Anything else?” The waitress asked. Her mascara was clumped together in the corner of her eye, I noticed.

My eyes drifted outside as Gus continued to list absurd combinations of breakfast foods. The storm had dwindled since yesterday, the highway now soaked in a rich orange light.

Cars drove past the café a few at a time, the town was always quiet in the mornings. I found myself picturing a sleek, black Impala turning off into the parking lot…

“Scrambled eggs, and bacon…”

Instead, a logging truck slowly pulled in across the road. Amongst the men in fluorescent vests was my friend Sebastian, loading the pickup truck with timber.

“And an orange juice with extra pulp, please.”

The waitress nodded her head and spent another minute noting everything down. She looked at me, “And for you?” “Uh- just a coffee, please. Black.” I rose to my feet as she disappeared into the kitchen. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” I told Gus, shrugging my jacket on and slipping out of the café. Despite the clear sky and sun, it was chilly. I wrapped my arms around my body as I crossed the street.

Sebastian took off his gloves when he saw me, a grin on his face.

“And she returns,” he remarked, leaning against the hood of the truck, arms folded.

“Hi to you, too,” I said. He managed a smile out of me, which I almost fought to suppress.

“My brother told me he’d seen you around, how long are you back?” “Just for the weekend,” I told him. “My aunt’s in Portland, the tourists go mad for her around Halloween. So I’m just back to keep the shop running…” His eyes trailed across the street, where Gus was pressed up to the window pulling faces. Sebastian waved at him. “And to look after Gus,” I added grinning.

“Oh, for a minute there I thought you might’ve dropped out of college,” he said. “So far you’re the only one who’s managed to leave home.”

Home. I guess it was my home. I had lived in this little town since I was fourteen, when Gus and I moved in with Aunt Joni, but I had always thought of it as temporary.

“So –uh- what’s Colorado like?” he asked. “You’re taking French, right?”

“Ancient History, but close,” I joked. “It’s nice, you know… They have really great beer,” was all I could think of.

Sebastian laughed. “Good to know.”

He fiddled with his gloves, and I dodged his gaze.

“So, I should probably get back-” I started, breaking the growing tension that came with small talk.

Sebastian nodded. “Me too, but – hey – Mason Coleman’s having a Halloween party tonight, you should come see everyone.”

“Thanks, but –um- I don’t think I can. I gotta watch Gus, and I don’t think it’ll be… kid-friendly.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Sebastian said, scratching his chin. “Well, maybe we could hang out before you leave?”

“Yeah, for sure,” I said nodding, even though I knew I probably wouldn’t get around to it. We said goodbye and I felt his eyes on me as I crossed the road, not daring to look back.

“Who was that?” Gus asked, teasingly as I sat back down. All of his many platters were laid out in front of him, already having tackled a large amount of pancakes.

I sipped my coffee, raising my eyebrows at him. “None of your business.”

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S1E1 - Pilot (Chapter 1)

A/N:

This is the first part to a re-imagined version of the show where the reader is a character and the narrator! I thought it would be cool to completely imagine yourself as part of the universe. I will be taking on the episodes one by one in detail. A character profile page for the narrator (who will remain unnamed) will be up next so you get a sense of who they are, their strengths/abilities, their past and their relationships. Some scenes and plots will have to be cut and altered slightly in future episodes but I plan to stick as closely to the plot of the show as possible.

Also I haven’t watched past season seven, but I figure this won’t be a problem since I’m starting all the way at the beginning. ENJOY, LIKE, REBLOG but please give credit to the author.

Word count: 824

Warnings: None

Summary: You return from university to your hometown for a week to watch over your kooky aunt’s hoodoo shop and your spirited little brother Gus. You receive an unsettling phone call from your old friend, Dean Winchester, asking for your help.

30th Oct, 2005

“So, with the lovage root and wormwood…” The cash register clicked as I totaled up the items. “That’ll be $17.25.” Mrs Lieberman’s hands shook as she fumbled with her purse. I couldn’t help but wonder what she planned to do with her purchases. I shook the thought off - most people who bought from my aunt’s store were bizarre. My eyes wandered across the shop as I waited, past the assortment of talismans and spiritual books to the window, rain crashing down on the outside street.

“Would you like the incense sticks gift wrapped?” I asked the older woman. Over the rumble of the thunder, I heard the phone in the back ring feebly. I stuck my head through the beads trailing down from the door frame behind the counter. “Gus!” I yelled up the stairs to my little brother in annoyance before returning to the front desk. His only job was to man the phone whilst I finished up in the shop.

“I got it! I got it!” He called in reply, bounding down the stairs. I saw him jump the last couple of steps out of the corner of my eye and was about to tell him off until I saw Mrs Lieberman smile.

“On your own today?” She noticed.

I nodded, “Joni’s in Portland until Sunday.”

“Oh good dear, I still haven’t returned a book she lent me-”

“Y/N!” Gus called from the back room. “It’s for you!”

I smiled apologetically to Mrs Lieberman. “Gus, I’m with a customer. Tell them I’ll call back.”

There was a quick patter of footsteps before his head was poking from between the beads, waving the phone in his hand.

“It’s Sam’s brother, he says it’s important.”

I swallowed. If Dean was calling, he was either in trouble or someone was dead.

“Uh- Gus, you pack these up for Mrs Lieberman and help take them to her car, okay?” I took the phone and hurried into the back room, biting my lip as I raised it to my ear.

“Dean?” I said.

“Jesus, Y/N. I’ve been trying to reach you for a like a week-”

“A week?” I repeated, sitting down on one of the cardboard boxes that read ‘chakra stones’.

“Okay, two days,” He said. “What are you doing back home? And where the hell’s your phone?”

“I have it right here,” I said, fishing around in my pocket for it. I was sure I hadn’t had any calls all day. “And my aunt had to go out of town-” My eyes trailed to the top of my phone screen. I cursed. “I’ve got no signal, must be the storm. Anyway, Dean, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

There was a pause. “You haven’t heard from my dad by any chance?”

“Your dad?” I repeated. I thought about the last time I had heard anything from John Winchester. I remembered trying to get hold of him about a year ago, needing some help with a particularly tricky spirit, but the calls went straight to voicemail and he never called back. Typical. “No. Not for a while now.”

It was Dean’s turn to curse.

“Dean, what is it?” I pressed the phone closer to my ear. “Did you guys get split up?”

“He’s missing. He took off following a lead, and I can’t reach him.”

“Missing?” I raised my eyebrow at his choice of word.

“For like a week now,” Dean explained.

“An actual week or two days?” I said, standing up feeling relieved. Considering the life we lived, the news could have been much worse.

“Y/N, I’m serious. I think he’s in trouble.”

I exhaled. “Okay, I’m sorry,” I said, the genuine concern in Dean’s voice surprising me. “But Dean, I’ve just never had to be worried about your dad. He’s the best of the best. He’s probably trying to find you right now.”

“Y/N, I’m telling you. This times different.” I bit my lip, not knowing what to say next.

“Listen, you haven’t spoken to Sammy recently-” He started. “Dean,” I said slowly at the mention of my best friend.

“I can be in Palo Alto in a few hours-“ “Why don’t you just call him?” I said.

“I need his help with this.”

“Dean, please don’t involve him. Just give me a few days and I will come and meet you-”

“The case is in Jericho, disappearances on the highway, so I’m thinking maybe he’ll go check on Sam. He used to do it all the time,” Dean reasoned. “Worst outcome, I save some people and get to see my little brother.”

Whatever Dean wanted to do, he was going to do. I knew that. I sighed, “Tell him to return my emails, whilst you’re at it. I’ll ask around about your dad, but call me if you hear anything?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Kid.”

I was ready to hang up on him. “One more thing,” Dean said. “What’s Sam’s girlfriend called again?”

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