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Summary: Summary: Bobby, Sam, Katherine and Dean come together to celebrate Deans 16th birthday.

Trigger warnings: Curses, Mentions of John Winchester (I very much dislike the man), mentions of sex like once.

Authors Note: Writing fanfiction is literally so much fun and kinda addicting. Here's a tiny piece I had done and liked. Let me know what y'all think, I'm still kinda new to supernatural but I love the show too much to not try and write something. Just a huge flashback piece really, family fluff. The italics are flashbacks. My grammar is also shaky, it is edited just as a far warning. Hope y'all like it 🤎.

Word Count: 9.7k

Apple pie life: 1995

January 24th/ 1995

Bobby stood at the door as the large white dog sat beside him. They watched as Katherine cracked open the box, spilling all the pieces out in a heap on the table. Bobby looked up at Katherine, as Jackie walked over hopping up on a chair sitting with Katherine. "Well hello ma'am, don't we look pretty today?" She asked, scratching under Jackie's chin, kissing the side of her head before she continued making an outline of the border. He picked up the box," Snakes of the Garden?" He asked picking up the cardboard box and inspected the picture on the front.

The front was covered in leaves and scattered flowers. Varying in size and colour, some red and some white. There was even a light pink one. And there were four snakes in total: A red one with white triangles going down its back into a winding tail. A yellow one with white markings, swirl like markings on its body. A beige one that out of all three was the only one with a true snake skin like etchings on it in black. And lastly another beige one covered in yellow dots. "Yup," Katherine said, not looking up as she began sorting out the snake and flower pieces into separate piles," Sam thought I would like it. So Dean got it for him."

Bobby returned the box to the table this time laying it flat and putting it in front of Katherine. Bobby began noticing the all too familiar wrinkle between her eyebrows,"When you say got…" Bobby asked, looking at the young girl in front of him. She snorted looking up at Bobby,"I think we all know Dean's way of getting things. But it's okay cause he's the shit." "Language." "He is … really really cool." Bobby shook his head, grabbing the brim of his hat and scratching his head with it before sliding it back into place. "You're hanging out with those idjits to much." Katherine scooted the flower piles and snake piles to the right of the table and moved all the greenery farther to the left side of the table as she began building the border. "But those idjits are my best friends."

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The loud thundering of Baby racing down the dead highway as Dean tried pushing the limits for going past the speed limit. Sam gripped the seatbelt that held him to the chair as he watched the trees and night whip past the car. " I can't believe Dad gave you the car." Sam scoffed as they continued racing down the hall,"Slow down, why don't you? We're gonna attract the cops attention." Dean laughed it off turning up Bad to the Bone," Sammy you'll understand when you're older." " You're 4 years older than me." Sam called back, Dean raised a finger,"Older " Dean said laughing reaching over and ruffling Sam hair. He thumped his fingers along the steering wheel," Look Sammy for once in a long while we won't be with dad. We basically get the night off."

Sam shook his head in rhetorical disappointment,"You do realize how sad that sounds right." Dean thinks it over as he pulls his eyebrows together,"You're 12, what do you know." Dean raised a hand waving him off,"Look point is for the next however long until he gets back. Yes, it's shitty that he just walks, but it's his job. And our job as kids is to help make his life easier and just roll with the punches." Dean explained looking out the front windshield. He was in awe of their not being a cloud in the sky. Nothing illuminating but the beautiful bursts of energy floating above. Dean was in a good mood.

He has Sammy, he got the car, he got the cassettes, he even got that ridiculously to big leather jacket his dad loved. All signs were pointing to Dean. And there was nothing that could have possibly put that on a halt. It wasn't very often Dean felt like he was genuinely winning in life. He would relish in his winning, even if his winnings were hand me downs that had nothing to do with Dean. That it had everything to do with John unloading anything he can onto Dean. "Yes except when Dad comes back to us to take those punches out on us." Sam said disgruntled as continued staring out the window.

"You know I don't know why you are so pessimistic about having a day off. Just be happy about the fact that we are not on a hunt. You won't have school, I finally got a set of wheel-" "That is on a loaner." Sam pointed out,"I finally have a set of wheels," Dean started talking over Sam," I promise, Dad won't lay a hand on you as long as I'm alive, okay? Like I said enough of the pasamissim, I don't get in a good mood often don't kill it." Dean finished off smiling at Sammy as he lowered the volume a smidge,"You get some sleep, we'll be at uncle Bobby's by tomm-" "So it doesn't bother you when he ships us off to uncle Bobby's out of convenience?" Dean thought over Sam's question,"I think it's not my place to ask and it shouldn't be yours. Dad knows what he is doing. Trust me, go to sleep." "Bu-" " Sam."

Dean took a deep breath as he tightened a hold on the wheel subtly. "Just enjoy the road trip with your big brother." Sam looked down at his hands as he began picking at the ends of his hoodie. He nodded and laid his head against the window, closing his eyes. Head bumping the window every now and again as the drive continued. Dean's eyes flickered over to Sam's now leaning figure as he got comfortable. He reached behind him in the back seat grabbing his jacket. He slowed the car down to open it and lay it on Sam. He laid a soft hand on his shoulder and left it there a few seconds removing it and started driving again.

If there was anything Dean hated more in life than Sam not having stability. Is Sam asking questions he can't answer, he understands that this is their life. He understands that the life they have is about surviving and not living. He also understands how he hates it, but endures it for Sammy. Dean couldn't picture a day where he would leave Sammy alone. The thought brought very little comfort like a shock blanket being given to someone for comfort. He just hoped nearly prayed, he was more than temporary comfort for Sam. Dean cleared his throat plastering that good ole Winchester smile on and kept thinking about how he lucked out. I got Baby.

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He smiled as he pulled into the familiar auto shop. The familiar rows of cars filled his sight as he pulled into the garage. Going to his usual side, putting the car in park. Dean cut the engine pulling the keys from the ignition turning towards Sam staring a minute before growing a villainous smirk. He grabbed Sam's shoulders quickly, shaking him yelling incoherently. "WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!" Sam yelled in distress and he swung his arms wildly around him. Dean began laughing so hard tears rolled down his cheeks watching his brother have a full on meltdown.

He wished he grabbed his camera in time. Sam breathed heavily finally opening his eyes looking to the fiend to his left,"What the shit dude!?" "We're here grab your bag." Dean said, grabbing the jacket from the seat where it fell from Sam's body. He grabbed the door handle pulling it open,"Jerk," Sam called out to his older brother as he stepped out of the car. "Bitch." Dean called before closing the door to Baby as he coughed still laughing from earlier events. He welcomed the cold air of South Dakota as his cheeks quickly reddened from the cold weather quickly rushing on his jacket making his way quickly to the trunk. Grabbing his bag and Sammy's reaching up to close the trunk.

He grabbed the trunk lid slamming it shut seeing Sam come around the corner. "Again you choose to come visit Bobby during the coldest month because?" Dean shook his head,"It's not about the cold. Come on." He jerked his head towards the house as they made the trek. Making it to the door Sam rubbed his hands together breathing into them as his ears turned pink, Dean knocked harshly onto the door waiting for the familiar old face to greet them. But no one did, so Dean knocked again, this time being met with loud barking that rang from dean assumed upstairs as it raced closer and closer to the door. "Maybe he isn't home?" Sam asked from behind Dean, "He isn't but Jackie is."

Thank god for key copying. He slid the key into the hole and twisted it. As soon as he opened the door he met with the large white ball plowing straight into him, knocking him on his back as the white dog began barking and whining in excitement licking Dean's face. Sam just looked at the two patting Jackie on the head walking in the house leaving his brother on the porch. As he opened the door stepping into his familiar home. Same smell it had been for years: smoke, whiskey and spice. One he welcomed with open arms as he opened the doors holding it for Sammy as he stepped into the house. "Uncle Bobby?" Sam called out, again being met with silence. "Thanks for the help Sammy." Dean said, finally walking behind Sammy and Jackie trotted in quickly as Dean closed the door.

Sam turned and looked at Dean and shrugged confused,"What do we do?" Dean shrugged back,"Go upstairs and unpack sleep, unwind you get the point." Dean smiled sarcastically, finding purchase on Bobby's couch laying down pulling a blanket he saw on the arm pulling it on top of him and passed out. Jackie follows and sleeps on the floor at Dean's head. Sam looked at Dean and shook his head at him. He grabbed Dean's fallen boots and placed them by the end of the couch and placed his bag next to them. He turned around to go up the stairs and spotted the fallen coat that laid a stray on the ground. He walked over picking it up dusting it off before placing it on a hook by the door. He turned walking to the staircase making his way up the steps turning to the left going to the familiar spare bedroom.

He twisted the cool iron door handle and pushed the door open. He smiled as he was met with the simple bedroom. A simple rectangle gray rug laid on the wooden floor, to the left center there was a simple bed, the sheets black and the bedding blue and two white pillows. Although if he were being honest they were more faded blue thrifted quilts Bobby had found finding more kids would be in the house and didn't want them to freeze. On both sides of the bed lay bedside tables one had a lamp and the other had a light up light switch. That when you lifted the switch up and down the tiny box illuminated. Bobby had this when he found the boy sprawled out on either side of the bed at times reading or doing homework and deciding it would be easier if Sam had multiple storage areas.

Sam walked over to the bed and looked out the window that sat across from him. It looked into the woods, while comforting for some. It left Sam with a feeling of unease. Since he was a kid it was a nasty feeling ripple that feeling like someone wrapped their hands around his spine and squeezed. Also realizing he was in Bobby's house his body went back relaxing knowing that here he had no reason to be afraid. But that didn't stop him from sleeping with the window closed and curtain covering it and sleeping with his back to it. He sat down onto the bed and leaned down untying his shoes leaving them on the floor going straight under the covers knocking his duffle bag onto the floor with a thud as he drifted off.

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"Pie crust last thing kid?" He asked the young girl holding onto the arm band she wore kept sliding down her arm. Occasionally she would slide it back up, but now she let it hang just above her elbow,"Kid?" She looked up at Bobby nodding her head,"I said yes." She looked straight ahead as Bobby grabbed one of the red and blue boxes, putting it in the cart. He began pushing it forward as they made their way out of the market to checkout Katherine as she began unloading the ingredients onto the checkout belt. Out of the corner of her eye she saw key chains and she walked over the few feet and looked over them. Some say I love South Dakota, some have the state itself. Initials, names, animals, letters etc.

She kept looking and saw a cartoon section, she was excited. She read Jem, thundercats, my neighbour Totoro. She had to make a mental reminder to watch it with the boys another day. Her personal favourite smurfs, Scooby Doo, and her eyes struck gold meeting garfield. She grabbed the keychain handing it to Bobby as he was going to pay walking back other to him holding the edge of his vest that he wore. Once everything was paid and bagged she helped Bobby put the bags in the cart and once again took her place at the edge my Bobby as they left. She told the lady thank you as they made their exit going to Bobby's brown mustang.

They unloaded all of the bags into Bobby's trunk and it slammed closed,"Can I go out the cart back?" The old man nodded at the girl as he leaned against the driver's side watching her push the cart to the cart holder. Katherine's little feet padded quickly as she burst into a sprint coming back to the car. A small victory made her face light up," Big yearold task complete." She said with a resounding smile as she put her hands on her hips. Bobby held a private proud smile on his lips as he raised his hand (more lowered) to her tiny frame as they made a resounding clap when they met. "Front or back?" Bobby asked offering Katherine the choice, sometimes she liked to sit up front to feel older and powerful with the speed. But also the majority of the time the speed sometimes felt like a lot for Katherine. She often found solace in not being directly in the eye of the beast.

Even if the beast was something as small as a clear windshield. But she found comfort in the seatbelt and being behind the man she saw nothing but stars and radiance for. "Backseat!" She said with a laugh as Bobby opened the door for her as she climbed into the car he closed the door behind her turning around to his door opening it and swinging it open. You could hear the groan in the hinges with age and maybe rust. "You all good to go kid?" Bobby asked as he reached out to close the car door. He looked into the rear view, Katherine nodded excitedly as she held onto the key chain like her life depended on it. A subtle smile crawled its way onto Bobby's face as he backed up and drove out of the store parking lot making the familiar trek home.

For a moment Bobby felt very domestic with Katherine in the backseat, the windows down just driving. How when he heard the car door hinges practically scream, he would give it to her when she was older or even build her one, teach her to build one. He for a moment, wanted to give this little girl everything he had missed, and things he didn't know he missed. Like having another person around, when Conrad brought Katherine to the house he felt something different waking up, the feeling of someone being there. In your home that you want to also be theirs, and nothing beats the sound of the laughter that haunts the walls. And he wouldn't do anything to take it back either. For a moment he could picture giving her the car as she graduated. For a moment he could hear the bickering between Katherine and Dean arguing about who got the better car. And how Dean was automatically awesome for getting a car before her. Katherine's counter argument would be he was way older, he would be that he is just swag shit cool no matter what he did. And Sam looking to Bobby for help.

But instead he would ignore Sam's desperate cry for help and drink the beer as he watched the two old friends for the upteempth time, as they got into it. Sometimes although Bobby didn't want to admit it, sometimes privately he would be thankful for this dad experience he got in helping raise these kids. That despite never having kids because he was so afraid of being a carbon copy of his dad. That he would break them, and kids are pure and shouldn't have to go through what he did. Even if he understands way later on down the line, he himself was just a kid. So he would be the person he wished he had when he was younger. Because that's how it goes right? You become the person you wished you had in your life? So he tried his damndest to create a world where monsters(at least the ones who lived within your four walls) couldn't exist. Who knew the worst kind of trouble would be the kind that couldn't be held in devil's traps.

But he was her father, same for Sam and Dean. Bobby would do anything for his kids no matter what. Because of them he was able to learn blood don't end in family and it was something he ingrained into his kids. Like as you grow, life goes to shit sometimes, and in those times you meet the most unlikely of people. Some that may save you, some that may kill you, and some that may change you. It's okay to have people you never imagine being in your corner, and okay if you find a home in the most unlikely of places. Home isn't about where you sleep, it's about where you laugh and make memories. It's about where you can wake up and go to sleep and know you have a constant. That you wake up with a feeling of content that this situation what you have been fighting for. But the thing isn't you shouldn't have to fight for the right to live. Atleat that's what Bobby is still learning.

It's about the places when you walk into rooms and hear the echoes of the conversation. It's about looking at the people around you and seeing the snot nosed little shits they once were. Seeing how they have grown either with you, around you or without you. And it's okay if they do grow away. Sometimes people are only in your life for what you need. Nothing more than a short time. But that was a bit too sappy for Bobby's blood so he would just put it as be smart and not idiots, and use your brains, idjits. Or something along the lines of that. "Do you think he'll like it grandpa?" Katherine asked swiping the hair that had gotten in her face from the cracked window. "Of course he will kid. He can eat a pie under 30 minutes of you let em, and your even making his favourite one. I do smell favouritism but yes he will like it. He'll even like the keychain. Why'd you get it? He doesn't drive?"

"Because he's gonna get Uncle John's car." She says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Bobby laughed in surprise,"You really think John's gonna give Dean that tank. He loves that car." "Of course he will, everything's that's Uncle John's Dean eventually gets. Including the unnecessary trauma. Plus he reminds me of how Dad gave everything or most of his hunting things passing it to Henry. Highly possible." He nods at her. Jesus, alright then. They pulled back into the Singer auto shop and put his car into park closer to the house. He turned the car off unbuckling his seat beat as he got out closing his door. Reaching for the passenger side holding it open for Katherine as she slides out of the car,"Thank you." She said walking to the trunk,"No problem kid." Bobby said, closing it, opening the trunk, grabbing their bags, holding one and setting another on the ground.

He reached up, closing the trunk as he grabbed the bag on the ground while nodding his head to Katherine as they walked to the front door. Katherine grabbed Bobby's keys from his vest pocket and bounded to the screen door, opening it and unlocking the front door. She held it open for Bobby as she stepped off to the side untying her shoes, peeling them off, and putting them by the front door. Making a mental note to bring them up to her room. Bobby walked towards the kitchen as Katherine said,"I'll be back in two seconds Grandpa!" Katherine shouted racing up the stairs to her room opening the door and tossing her shoes in. Quickly making her way downstairs,"Jackie!" Katherine whistled coming down the stairs hearing the jingle of Jackie's collar in the living room. She walked over to the couch seeing Jackie she leaned down scratching her head as her eyes flickered to the couch.

"Dean!" She screamed out, launching herself at the older Winchester. Excitement filled her entire being she thought she might start vibrating with the feeling. Katherine was expecting to see the brothers way later in the evening, definitely not around three pm. Dean jumped in fright as Bobby came marching around the corner, gun in hand. Katherine quickly threw herself back,"Wait where's Samuel?" Without waiting for an answer she quickly got off the confused half asleep boy and startedstowards the stairs. Stopping running back kissing dean on the head and going back up to the stairs,"SAMUEL!" Katherine yelled running up the stairs tripping on the last one catching herself on the railing. Not letting that deter her she ran to the guest room throwing the door open running to the bed. She jumped on it, spying a familiar head of brown hair, she began shaking him.

"Sam, Sam, Sam." Sam grumbled awake as he began swatting the hands away,"Dean not again leave me alone." "Sam, it's Katherine. Wake up!" She huffed/whined out still shaking the young man. Sam pushed the shaking arms off as he sat up blinking the sleep from his eyes. Finally opening his eyes and everything focused back into place, in front of him sat a very impatiently awaiting girl, waiting for him to get up. A familiar tug hit his heart seeing Katherine,"You awake now loser?" Katherine asked, Sam nodded and opened his arms to hug Katherine and she excitedly accepted it hugging the younger Winchester back. "What are y'all doing here so early, I thought Uncle John wasn't bringing y'all till later?" Katherine asked, still in Sam's hold.

He rested his cheek on her head,"Dad gave Dean the car, said he can take it to Bobby's for a drive since he got a truck." Katherine jumped back,"He gave him the car?" She asked excitedly, Sam laughed at her,"Yea. Get this, he's not even changing anything about the car, he is keeping it exactly as is." "To be fair this is the Dean we're talking about. He would probably want everything in his life to stay constant and be as unchanged as possible." "True." "Plus have you seen that car?" Katherine asked, feeling Sam nod against her head," 'Better than sex and nearly as good as bacon cheeseburgers' at least what I have heard Dean say." "What's sex?" Katherine asked,"I actually don't know."

"All I have to say is that car is awesome? I wouldn't either. I gotta go do something but I'll be down stairs, happy napping. I just wanted to say hi." Katherine stood up kissing Sam on the head as she turned to leave quickly going to the door grabbing and turning the knob. She turned and waved to Sam who was watching her leave. He smiled back and watched her disappear behind the door. And that stupid smile would stay on his face as he laid down staring at the ceiling. Both arms at his side as he started at the ceiling, I've gotta ask Dean how to talk to girls. Do I even talk to girls yet? What does that even mean? Does talking to girls mean sex? Maybe I gotta ask him about that too.

Katherine made her way back down stairs to see Bobby and Dean on the couch,"You got the car?" Katherine asked, coming up behind the men on the couch looking at Dean as he turned around putting his arm over the back of the couch turning to her," Well hello to you too sweetheart. And yes I did. Baby my pride and joy." "You and Henry can now race with his car." "Kate street racing is illegal." "You kill monsters, don't start talking about what's legal mister." Dean raised his hands in mock surrender looking at the younger girl. "Oh!" Katherine said out loud more for herself as she walked over to Bobby whispering in his ear about how she was supposed to go bake with Dean here? Bobby explained to her he will take care of it and stood up. Bobby stood up and clapped Dean on the shoulder telling him to go upstairs and sleep. Katherine couldn't see it but he had bags from the long drive, being the first time he had made the long drive on his own. When typically he would half it. Or do the drive in shifts with John.

But what people didn't know was that if Dean wanted to come down, he would have to make the drive. John as of recently had been on the mantra that if you're old enough to get your license you don't need to hold dear old dad's hand. Not that John was ever anything related to the word kind and gentle. But in his own way, if he could get his boys to survive that was all he needed to do.

"I'm telling you once they drive you have to let them do their own thing." Conrad said as sat on the porch next to John. John kept his gaze on the crystal glass in his hand as the bottle of whiskey sat between them. "Is that why you gave Henry that big ugly thing?" Conrad laughed as he raised the glass to his lips as the familiar woodsy scent filled his nose as the warm feeling filled his veins as he took a hefty swing. He sucked in a quick breath,"It's called being practical. You wouldn't know that with your flashy piece. Subtlety is key, besides nothing is better than functionality." Conrad said refilling his cup. Now this made John laugh genuinely," Yes because seeing that tank a mile away for sure is the subtlety you want when killing demons."

Conrad nodded," Hey don't come thank my ass when that Humvee runs down a hoard of vamps. Remember back in '60?" "You mean when you ran your old mans perfectly working bug into the brick wall?" Conrad laughed along side his friend," Yea I also remember how he kicked my ass." "But it taught you didn't it?" John asked, looking over to his long time friend. "Yea it certainly did, turn pain into a teaching moment. Now look at me prime example of where you should be." John laughed clapping a hand on his back"Yes, because you are a picture perfect version of health." Conrad snorted as John took a swing, feeling the familiar smooth rich smoky flavor coat his tongue. "It's called Conditioning."

For a split second Dean got a sad feeling in his gut hearing that. Not going to the immediate conclusion of he was obviously tired. He jumped to maybe he shouldn't have come and spending all that time on the road to get here was stupid,"Hey it's okay. I promise we can hang out later. Pinkie promise." The small girl raised a pinkie to the older boy infront of her. She noticed the sad smile that had begun to tug at his lips. Perk of being the smallest in almost any household, you notice everything (in retrospect). She just couldn't understand why he was upset.

He was at Bobby's on his birthday, and he had Sam, Bobby and Katherine. In Katherines small mind she couldn't think of anything else he could need. She also didn't really understand why Uncle John wasn't here but this she didn't quite feel like voicing. Based on the whispers written on the walls and how tight Dean kept himself wound when he was around his Dad. It gave the little girl a feeling she didn't like. It sat uncomfortable in her stomach bubbling, just slightly beneath the skin. She didn't know why Dean didn't seem to like Uncle John. But she also reminded herself that maybe that's how father's were with their sons.

It's not like she could ask anyone what it's like being a daughter. A small smile played on Dean's lips as he linked his pinkie with hers kissing his hand and she kissed hers. Sealing a silent promise between the two,"Promise to be here when I wake Kate?" "Ofcourse I'll be here." She said laughing when Dean reached down to ruffle Katherines hair, she laughed swatting the hand away. She watched Dean get up as he made his way towards the stairs. "Don't leave your stuff in the living room." Katherine scolded him watching him just up and leave. "You gonna harp on me about my laundry next Kate." She shook her head grabbing his bag handle, heaving it off of the floor bringing it to Dean,"Well someone's gotta teach you your manners."

"Amen." Bobby said quietly watching the entire exchange, not missing the smile that reached Dean's eye at Katherines natural scolding of the older Winchester. It felt as though no time truly passed. Dean laughed, taking the bag out of Katherine's hand and leaned down picking up his boots. He lifted his belongings as if they were winnings at a carnival,"Happy?" She nodded at him. She looked over at her dog,"Keep his nightmares away." She panted blinking wide eyed at the girl while panting at the girl. Jackie got up and trotted his way up the stairs walking ahead of Dean. "I don't have nightmares," Dean said "Sure and I'm not scared of the dark." "You're scared of the dark?" "You don't get nightmares?"

Surprisingly there was a time when Dean Winchester knew peace. It wasn't very long lived but it was nice when he had it. If I had a nickel for everytime Dean Winchester was happy. I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot. But it's weird it only happened twice right? Dean turned to go to the stairs,"Wait!" Katherine called throwing herself back at the hedgehog Winchester,"Happy birthday." She said muffled into his chest, and for a second it felt like a cherished whisper that tugged at his heart, only in the way Katherine always seemed to bring out. Dean caught himself from breaking into a full on grin. So he pulled on a hearty grin leaning down kissing her on the head,"Thank you angel." If Dean ever ha d a preference for living, everyone under Bobby's roof was all he genuinely could need.

Dean said into the top of her curled head, gaining enough of a mouthful of hair and bitter taste of conditioner. Who knew Bobby could be so girl dad coded. If the conditioner was Bobby's doing, Dean was impressed. "Kate you've gotta hold still." Dean said in a huff of frustration at the girl sitting in front of him. The girl whined sitting on the floor shifting uncomfortably on the floor as her butt felt as if it were falling asleep. Dean had taken it upon himself to learn how to braid Katherines hair. Well okay to just do and help manage her hair, and help her do it until she was able to get a handle on it herself.

He had been on the same braid for what felt like hours. But in reality only was 30 minutes as he had to restart a few times. Due to always losing the section of hair or not grabbing enough hair when braiding. And Dean was super anal about them looking well. Despite the complaining 7 year old on the floor twisting on the pillow. Not used to both the tightness on her head and the overbearing nature of someone in a care position. The tugging was wearing the girl thin as she twisted in the seat. Dean's slightly greased hand gently turned her head straight a few times when it came to parting.

The part turned out a bit zig zagged and crooked but it was the closest he could get with the squirming. "But I'm tired." Kate whined beneath him causing Dean to sigh out of frustration. He looked at the small clock as the time neared 9:45. "I know, but I promise you can go to sleep after. I'm almost done promise." "But you said that 20 minutes ago." "Katherine." He said in a warning tone,"I understand you're tired. I do, but we have to get this done sweet girl." She nodded as she tried sitting still, allowing him to tie off the doable looking braid. For a second Dean's eyes flickered to Sam's sleeping figure debating waking up the 8 year old.

He thought about waking Sammy up for a couple of reasons. The main one being he felt Katherine secretly had a favorite and being closer in age would make the teeth pulling activity of braids go by quicker. Sam would just talk to Katherine about any and everything. From movies, to books, to puzzles, sometimes about bugs. But that doesn't tend to be a class favourite since it reminds Sammy of the time Katherine had chased him around with a bee. Dean had told Katherine to go show Sam and how much he would like it. Katherine being the impressionable child she is didn't think twice showing her new discovery to Sammy.

But what made the experience all the more memorable was hearing the dead silent two seconds before the younger Winchester let out an earth shattering shriek. Imagine a 8 year old never had hit puberty, little boy fighting for his life as Kate began chasing him with a bee. To which Katherine in her mind must have thought 'I just have to get closer for him to like it better'. But it indeed would not get better, Dean had tears in his eyes from all the laughing he had been doing for nearly 2 weeks straight, as he watched Sam avoid Kate like the plague. Dean had the most guaranteed thought in thinking Sammy had the smallest crush on Kate from when they met. He liked her excited energy and always willing to give hugs. And that despite what most people think, they do genuinely enjoy.

But being touch starved and boys it's always comedic watching the two brush it off. But nothing beat the starstruck feeling Sammy got the first time Kate gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The wide eyed confused look he had for the girl was beyond him. But what told Dean Sammy was sold on Katherine easy. It was simple and harmless if Dean remembers correctly it was right before bed and Sammy and Katherine were talking about everything and nothing. They drank hot chocolate that Bobby had managed to scrounge up in his house. Going with the ideology of it can be cooked it can be eaten. And from how those two were giggling into their cup of molten chocolate goodness, they had no issue with it either.

They had been talking at the dining room table hands moving animatedly as the conversation grew. Breaks being taken only to take sip of their beverage or to laugh. Dean was almost sure they were 9 times out of 10 talking about him, whenever he would walk into the room hushed whispers resounded in the room. Or at least as quiet as you can get for a young kid, which was the equivalent of loud whispering. But the way they would huddle together would make it seem like they were truly in their own world. Sam shook his head wildly as he swallowed a huge gulp of the chocolatey goodness,"Hold on." He said choking as he got serious,"Hold on, hold on. Her sister was a witch right?"

Katherine nodded along,"And what was her sister?" "A princess?" Katherine guessed. "Wicked Witch of the East bro." Katherine scrunched her face confused," I don't think that's correct, a witch can't be a princess." Katherine shook her head going against Sammy's sentence. And this the younger Winchester did not like as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline,"YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG?! YOURE YOURE GONNA TELL ME THAT I AM WRONG. ME?!" Sam sputtered out. "Am I wrong?" Katherine asked giggling at the boys out burst. "SHE WORE A CROWN AND CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE ERINE. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS."

At this point he had flailed his hands around a bit getting animated into the conversation. Katherine smiled widely at Sam's expressions, how as he got more into the conversation. It slowly reeled her in with his magnetism. "Alright kids, bedtime come on, get." Bobby said walking into the kitchen clapping as he waited for Katherine. He knew she felt more comfortable when Bobby looked after her when she went to bed. She hoped down from the seat quickly walking over to Sam and kissed him the cheek. But more hitting his mole on the left side of his face. Dean watched as it seemed to shock the boy a bit as his eyes widened and he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Katherine.

As quickly as the hug started it ended as Katherine went over to Dean and doing the same before she marched up the stairs Bobby in tow behind her. Dean looked over to Sammy seeing he was still kinda stuck,"You okay Sammy?" The older brother asked his younger one. He shrugged,"I don't know. I'm not used to that, what does it mean?" Sam's wondering eyes looked up to Dean's concentrated thing of what he could say," Because hugs are sometimes a way to express happiness." "What about the kiss, you told me Mom was the only person who does that to us." " You know Kate, she is very affectionate. And it's not just mom, I meant no one in our family does it except mom."

"Is that why Dad doesn't hug us." "Hugs aren't the only way to show happiness. Dad sends us to Uncle Bobby's because he makes us happy. Come on let's get you up to bed." Sam nodded, walking up the stairs ahead of Dean making his usual way to the guest room that Sam stayed in when the boys came over and stayed with Bobby. He opened the door as Dean followed standing at the door looking over to the window,"Is it latched and locked?" "Yes Dean." "Good." He watched Sam get into bed and reach over turning off the lamp," Night Dean." "Goodnight Sammy." Dean said, walking out of his room, completely closing the door. Making his way to his room, he stopped upon hearing a giggle seep from the walls, a pause followed by more. As he heard creaking, Dean started jumped as if he had been caught somewhere he wasn't meant to be.

He quickly made it to his room. Closing the door hearing Bobby walk to Sam's door checking the tiny devils traps he has around before walking to Dean's door doin the same. Happy with his inspections a hairy smile grew before turning around and going to his bedroom. As Dean laid in the middle of his bed staring up at the ceiling he replayed the sight of Sammy and Kate talking and laughing. How easy it looked for Sammy to have and do that. Maybe it was because he never had the chance to be young and naive. And maybe that was a cold envy that clung to him like wet jeans. But it's not something he could punish either of them for for. After all who was he to to put blame on something they can’t control. They're kids, something he couldn't understand but he knew how to help and nurture. Dean smiled silently at the memory of the two as he started the final braid. This time, finishing it quicker than the first one he did, still a few pieces sat astray and come parts coming out.

But nonetheless her hair was done and it was 10:03 on the dot. "Alright,” Dean said standing up,"Up we go come-on." Dean said wiping his hand on the towel he had beside him. Wiping off the extra grease and what conditioner he could find. He had read that moisture was key to keeping curly hair healthy. In a way it… fed it? Dean didn't understand it by any means. After all what does an 11 year old know about hair really. All Dean knew how to do was pour dry cereal into a bowl and check that the milk wasn't expired past 3 days before it got that weird smell. Although a secret he had learned was you could maybe get away with 5 days if you truly truly need to use it sparingly. The weird taste he would just chalk it up to milk being finely aged. Dean knew how to get by and what he needed to.

Dean kissed the top of Kate's head again squeezing her shoulder before making the trek up the stairs and Jackie following behind. Katherine turned around to the eldest man of the house with a gleam of determination in her eyes. "Let's do this?" The girl asks unsure looking to the old man raising a fist waiting to meet his,"Let's do this." Bobby said with enough enthusiasm to make the gleam in Katherine’s eye turn happy as her smile reached her eyes as she buzzed with excitement. And happy that Bobby wanted to along with it. She had an eager bounce in her step as they made their way to the kitchen. Bobby went to the fridge where the apple pie recipe sat under a mix of reds and yellow letters that spelled out 'Dean'. Other letters that weren't vital to the name are scattered around the fridge.

He pushed all the letters up as he slid the paper out placing it on the counter as he grabbed bowls and a spoon for mixing. Katherine made work of grabbing the apples out of the fridge. And with a huff the girl got them up on the table. Struggling at trying to hold the constant shifting weight. And she walked back over to the counter trying to find the small green bottle of lime juice they had gotten at the store. Spying it by the coffee maker she walked over standing on her tippy toes trying to grab it. Her right side pressed into the counter as she reached blindly for the bottle. Her fingers scrapping the bottle turning it a few times as she came up short. Finally she finally got it in her grasp. "Yes." She celebrated her small victory going back to the table putting it on the table next to Bobby.

"Alright Ratatouille, what's first?" The small girl put her hands on her hips letting out an exasperated breath. For the next nearly two hours it had been filled with careful measuring, question after question from Katherine, going from baking to why the sky was blue. Covering every surface of the kitchen in flour aside from the actual bowl the ingredients were being mixed into. It was to the point where Bobby was sure if he looked at the floor he could find footprint tracks covering the kitchen marking the constant back and forth trek. But the important part was that Bobby remembered to preheat the oven. Bobby felt as though he could send a million thanks as praise to Marcy for helping with tips as to how to properly do this. Marcy had offered Bobby that she wouldn't mind taking the girl for a couple hours and helping her if she wanted. But Bobby politely declined being A) Bobby had no intention of letting Katherine out of his sight or grasp. And B) In some weird instinct way wanted to be the one to teach her this. He wanted to learn to do this for her and with her.

Maybe it was the cute thought of Bobby just wanted her close, that this was the closest thing he would have to a kid. But the actual factual is that Bobby could not feel more emotionally protective of the girl than he would admit out loud or even to himself. Although if Bobby were to be honest he prior to asking Mary he looked it up himself. But between the different spices and apparently different kinds of flour he found himself feeling very overwhelmed. It was also very comedic when Katherine was putting the cinnamon in and she asked how much as she just put in, but she was cut off by the heap of cinnamon that had fallen onto the mixture due to a loose cap. Katherine looked to Bobby with wide eyes. He had spent at least 10 minutes calming the freaking out girl. She was convinced she had maybe ruined the one thing she had been planning for what felt like ever. But realistically it had only been about 2 days.

But all was well when Bobby recommend they could make it look ok, and that it's the thought that counts. Now when it came to Dean, maybe not so much. Simply because he is never one to not say his, one thing about Dean Winchester when it comes to an opinion someone will hear it. Sammy has sadly always been the victim, and not that he knows it now, but its about to get a hell of a lot worse. And half the time it genuinely might be something you don't wanna hear. Or that you would eye roll or facepalm, vice versa. So after vigorous search of pie toppings, Katherine decided to go with the striped pattern. Saying the lattice looked cool and reminded her of the brothers flannels. Now she said lettuce more times than he can count, half because she was having an internal debate as she cut the pie crust with a butter knife laying them out. Bobby came to assist layering them, a comfortable silence fell over that portion of the pie dressing. Now the last part she couldn't do anything but sit on her chair and watched as Bobby slid the pie into the warm oven, she clapped at the success of her and and her grandfather.

They made quick of cleaning up and Bobby whistled as Katherine put away the silverware Bobby handed her. He put away the plates and cups into the cupboard above. Grabbing a small cup filling it with water and handed it to the young girl, she accepted with two hands saying thank you taking tiny sips. "What do you say kid, we got some time to kill, wanna finish your puzzle?" Katherine moved her hazel stare from the water to Bobby as she blinked up at him,"Do we have time?" He shrugged,"Only one way to find out." Katherine turned around heading to Bobby's study and his hunting information and grabbed the box off of one of the shelves to the far right. She laid it back down as Bobby groaned as he sat on the floor with the girl as she reopened the box, dumping puzzle pieces everywhere.

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Katherine crept into the room as she walked to Dean's bed stepping to the top of it. She poked the arm that lay outside the blanket,"Dean?" She whispered quietly trying to wake him up. She got no response, she poked him a bit harder and shook his arm,"Dean?" She asked a but louder causing the young man to jump seeing Kate so close to him in the dark room. "Sweetheart?" Dean asked sitting up back against the headboard as he reached over turning on the light illuminating the room and Katherines face as she held a grin finally accomplishing seeing the older Winchester finally awake. She grabbed his hand trying to drag him out of bed,"Come on, got something I wanna show you." Katherine said as Dean didn't budge from her gentle tug of his arm. "What is it?" He said pulling her hand from his grasp. "It's a surprise?" "Yes, so what is it?" She sighed,"Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it? Come on trust me." She held out her hand festering to him. He squinted at her causing her to roll her eyes at him. But he put his in hers as he followed her down stairs.

Finally clearing up from the fog of sleep, Dean noted how dark the house was. Not only from the sun soon to set but also the lights were all off. "Kate?" "Shhhh, close your eyes but follow my hand." She told him as they hit the first floor stepping off from the stairs going to the kitchen. They walked a few more short feet before telling Dean to stay. She walked away to the table holding the last hat,"Lean down a bit please?" Katherine asked, he obliged the girl as she pulled the thin elastic band down and the paper hat up. Placing it softly so it doesn't snap against him. "Okay o-" "Wait wait wait." Bobby said getting something as a flash went off and another followed. "Okay go ahead kid." She nodded at Bobby,"Okay, open em." Dean cracked his eyes open being met with candles in a … pie? '16' is what the numbers said as he looked up at Sammy, Uncle Bobby and Kate all smiled excitedly at the boy,"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Dean. Happy birthday to youuuuu! Make a wish!"

They all sang out, clapping as Dean sat blinking for a minute feeling a burn in the back of his throat, he pulled his lips into his mouth then formed a smile blowing out the candles. They all cheered and clapped and Katherine went to turn the lights back on. Coming back to the table,"Pie?" Dean asked looking at Bobby," Don't look at me. It was all her she orchestrated this shebang." Bobby said pulling out the candles putting them on a napkin, pulling out a knife cutting the Pie Dean couldn't wait to eat. But at the moment he wasn't focused on his hunger, hell or even the pie itself. She shrugged smiling shyly,"I know how much you love it so I figured why not make you what you love. Well on your birthday." She ended with a dry laugh,"Why?" Dean asked. "Cause I figured you’d like it, Although I don't eat apple pie you do." He gulped,"Well thank you." Sam took a dramatic sigh,"Le gasp did Dean Winchester just thank someone. And genuinely at that."

Bobby put finished putting out the pie for everyone before sitting down,"Careful could be a shape shifter." Bobby said as he started eating the pie. And for a minute he thought wow, when you actually follow the instructions it can taste good. Sam watched Dean sat still for a moment watching the inner realization dawn over his brother. This had been the first home cooked anything in months if it hadn't been what felt like years. Being on the road, never settling down. Motel after motel, diner after diner. But this, this felt different, it felt like comfort. It was genuine the intentions pure, something Dean didn't have to wait for the other shoe to drop. He picked up his fork and dug in bringing that same tug from earlier back as he ate the pie, which wasn't half bad for a first pie. But he knew if there could be one there could be more, it was a matter of asking. The four sat amongst each other just eating and talking till it got dark outside. Everything and nothing under the sun just enjoying that for a few minutes the house they were in was a home. Not just a place holding armour to protect them, they forgot about the devil's traps and hex bags. They forgot about the salt, they forgot about the iron. And the only silver used was in the forks they ate with.

It felt normal and content. Between throwing his head back in a billowing laugh to Sam bickering with his brother, and the lines by Bobby's eyes that seemed extra pronounced that night and Katherines never ending laughter. Bobby collected the plates seeing everyone was close to nodding off. He said he would take care of the dishes and to go on up. They all told the old man goodnight and made the march upstairs,"See you two losers tommorrow. Good night." Katherine said going into her room and sitting on her bed sighing shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she looked to her bedside table seeing the small bag and envelope. She grabbed it making her way out of her room to Dean's. She knocked waited a few moments before hearing a come in. She turned the handle opening the door pushing it open cracking it closed walking to the bed seeing Dean sitting on the edge of his bed,"What's up, you okay?" He asked.

Katherine waved him off,"I'm fine. I forgot to give you this." She handed him the small bag and card and hugged him again,"Happy birthday Dean. Thank you for everything." She released him as she left his room closing the door yawning and going back to her room. Dean stared at the small bad as he opened he pulled apart the drawstring and the contents fell out. He picked up the tiny metal keychain. He turned it over seeing it was Garfield and Odie. He scrunched his face confused but laughed,"Thanks Kate." Dean said leaning over and attaching the keychain to his keys. Tossing them back on the table, he reached over opening the birthday card.

And for whatever reason Dead didn't rip into that card like he would when he got a new credit card. He took out his knife and cut along the edge of the envelope . When fully opened he slid out, the cover was matte white and it read ' old but like still cool' with a cassette tape under the word old. Dean laughed as he opened the letter and began reading the scrawl in the page . Dear Dean, happy birthday. I can't tell you how happy it made me when Bobby told y'all we're coming down. There was no way we weren't celebrating your birthday. Regardless of what you like to think you being born is quite possibly on if the best things ever. You are not only on of the collest people I know, but also one of the people I know will protect me. Thank you for helping me stay safe and teaching me it's okay to know what it's like to be safe. Thank you for being my best friend. And thank you for being everything Henry couldn't. Happy birthday Dean.

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Dean nodded his head subconsciously as he watched a kid through the restaurant with a birthday hat in his head, he noted it had stars in it. And that brought a faint smile to his lips as he thought about the night he finally felt … right. He could see the candles and still smell the faint burning wax of the candles. Sam had come back getting in the passenger side. Closing the door hard enough to rock the car. "Here you go babe," Sam said handing her the green liquid,"Vanilla and honey?" She asked smiling at him,"Vanilla and honey." He confirmed,"Aww you really like me don't you." She said leaning closer to Sam, "No" he said smirking as he leaned forward kissing her before turning to his brother holding his brothers coffee,"Dean." Sam called,"Dean." Again no avail, getting impatient and his hand was burning slowly.

Still no response, Katherine reached for reward flicking his neck he hissed whipping his head around,"Fuck, what." Dean asked harshly,"Here." Sam put the coffee in Dean's hand,"Oh thank you.” Dean said taking a hefty sip sighing finally starting his day,"What were you starting at?" Sam asked his big brother, as he noticed his stare continuing once again. For a few moments longer Dean wanted to live in that night, he thought about the card that lived beneath all of the fake ids. It's home since that night, much like the keychain that swung slightly as the car vibrated with the running engine. A piercing shrill rang through his memory as he got drawn back to reality. Sam looked at Katherine confused as she shrugged," Don't look at me I don't know." Then Dean's phone went off," Dean, Dean are you with us?"

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End notes: Thank you for reading. So this is part of a much larger series I am starting. Again thank you a million for reading. Also any tips on creating a master list would be greatly appreciated.

#bobby singer #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural imagine #supernatural #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fluff #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fluff #dean winchester x oc #sam winchester x oc #bobby singer x oc #john winchester x oc

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confusednerddownthestreet · 2 years

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Who I write for - Part 2

For character x fem!OC

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Loki Friggason

Tony Stark*

Peter Parker

Clint Barton*

Sam Wilson

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel Novak

Bobby Singer*

Fallen

Daniel Grigori

Cam Briel

Notes

* - I will only write these characters in a platonic role (sibling, parent, best friend, etc)

I mostly write for Marvel.

This list will more than likely expand in the future.

If you would like for me to write for a character not on this list, then ask me about it and I will think about it or we can discuss it.

I reserve the right to decline or ignore any request for any and all reasons.

As always - I am eternally confused. Thankyou!!

#marvel x oc #bucky x oc #steve rogers x oc #tony stark x oc #sam wilson x oc #clint barton x oc #peter parker x oc #supernatural x oc #sam winchester x oc #dean winchester x oc #castiel x oc #bobby singer x oc #fallen x oc #cam briel x oc #daniel grigori x oc

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maddiehu7 · 3 months

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My angel | Castiel |

Chapter 1

"Hey Bobby the phones ringing!" I shout from another room

"Well then answer idgit!" He shouts back I roll my eyes getting up from my comfortable position on the couch walking over to the phone picking it up I see a random number but answer it anyway

"Who is this?" I question suspiciously

"Mia? Mia listen to me" I hear none other than my dead brother speak i stare ahead in shock for minute starting to tear up before realizing it's probably a demon or shapeshifter

"This isn't funny call again and I'll kill you" I say angrily hanging up the phone

"Who was it?" Bobby asks coming into the room but when he sees me crying he comes over concerned

"Hey kid what's wrong" he says in the most gentle voice he could

"Some demon pretending to be Dean called...it was so nice to hear his voice" I say sniffling

"I'm sorry" Bobby says pulling me into a hug which makes me cry more melting into him.

It's been a couple hours since my meltdown and I'm back to sitting on the couch watching tv well Bobby's in the kitchen making something when I hear a knock at the door

"Really again I have to get up" I sigh out but stand up regardless heading to the door

"Wh-" I start to say stopping when I see my brother at the door smiling at me

"Surprise" he says

"I-I don't..." I stutter out but he interrupts me

"Yeah me neither but here I am" he says walking in I slowly grab the silver knife behind me slashing at him with it but he catches my arm putting it behind my back

"Mia!" He shouts but I swing back hitting him in the face

"Mia! It's me!" He says groaning stumbling backwards

"Hey what the hell is going on" Bobby runs in but stops when he sees Dean

"My ass" I say back to Dean speed walking towards him

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait!" He says pushing a chair infront of him holding his hand out I go to push it out of the way but Bobby stops me looking at Dean curiously

"Your name is Mia Elizabeth Winchester your 23 and your my sister our dads John Winchester" he says speedily

"Anyone could know that" I spit back

"Um....ok ok you've never had a boyfriend because dad, me, and Sam wouldn't let you, um you love books, you rebellious like Sam but worse never following dads orders but staying anyway Because of me, um the scars on your left arm there from-" but I stop him moving the chair reaching out and touching his shoulder he smiles but I go to swing the knife again Bobby pulling me back again Dean swiping the knife from my hands

"I'm not a shapeshifter!" Dean yells

"Then your a revenant!" I yell from Bobby's arms

"Alright if I was either would I do this with a silver knife?" He says pulling up his sleep cutting himself I look at him bewildered that he's not in pain

"Dean?" I say starting to tear up

"That's what I've been trying to tell you" he says smiling walking towards me I immediately pull him into a tight him starting to ball

"Hey hey it's ok" Dean says laughing slightly with relief I just hug him tighter hearing his voice and finally hugging him again after all this time, I pull back after a minute tears still falling down my cheeks Dean smiling swiping them away meanwhile he tears up a bit himself

"It's-it's good to see you" I say sniffling

"Yeah, You to" Dean says coughing subtly wiping his tears

"Hey I'm here you know" Bobby says from the side me and Dean laughing Dean going over and hugging Bobby

"How'd did you bust out?" Bobby says pulling back confused

"I don't know I just uh woke up in a pine box-" Dean speaks but gets interrupted by Bobby throwing holy water on him

"I'm not a demon either you know" he says spitting water out I laugh

"Sorry, can't be to careful" Bobby shrugs

"So tell us everything" I say looking at him expectingly

~~time skip~~

“That don't make a lick of sense" Bobby says confused walking into the living room

"Yeah your preaching to the choir" Dean says back me and him following Bobby

"Dean your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop, and you've been buried four months even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit” Bobby says

"I know, I should look like a thriller video reject" Dean sighs saying what everyone was thinking

"What do you remember?" I question carefully

"Not much, I remember I was a hellhounds chew toy...and then lights out then I come to six feet under that was it" he says looking away from us I look at him sadly

"Sam's numbers not working hes-uh- he's not..."

"Oh he's alive as far as we know" Bobby says easing deans worries

"Yeah just up and left me though in a time of need but yeah he's alive" I say rolling my eyes

"What?" Dean looks at me confused

"Oh yeah I lost both brothers it was real fun" I say with fake enthusiasm Dean just looks at me sorrily

"These months haven't been exactly easy, you know for him or us...we had to bury you" Bobby says looking at Dean

"Why did you bury me anyway?"

"We wanted you salted and burned- usual drill- but Sam wouldn't have it" I sigh out

"Well I'm glad he won that one" Dean says looking down at himself

"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow that's about all he said" I say

"What do you mean?" Dean asks confused

"He was quiet...real quiet, then he just took of wouldn't return our calls we tried to find him but he didn't want to be found" i say looking down still missing him even though I'm beyond pissed he left me

"Oh damn it Sammy" Dean groans out

"What?" Bobby questions

"Oh he got be home ok but whatever he did it is bad mojo" Dean says looking at me and Bobby

"What makes you so sure?" I question

"You should have seen the grave site it was like a nuke went off then there was this-this force, this presence, this I don't know but it-it blew past me at a fill up joint...and then this" Dean says taking off his coat lifting up his shirt sleeve I come over curiously

"What in the hell?!" I say blown away by the handprint in bedded in deans shoulder

"What in the hell is right" Bobby says looking incredulously at the mark

"Yeah it's like a demon just yanked me out or rid me out" Dean shrugs

"But why?" I say confused

"To hold up there end of the bargain" Dean grits out

"You think Sam made a deal?" I say nervously

"It only makes sense” Dean says looking at me

"Fuck" I sigh out running my hands through my hair

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bellamybellamyblake · 3 months

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When the Sun Sets - Part 4

Adriadne

Characters:

adriadne/morgan winchester (OC), dean winchester, sam winchester

Summary:

adriadne finds out who she was before she went to hell. and the winchesters will not rest until they fix what their sister did all those years ago.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, murder, vague mention of not eating for a while, parental abuse, slight suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 10, following canon stops after the end of season 2 but things are sure to be mentioned

Word Total:

4k ~ roughly

A/N:

hi, so sorry its been so long, but i finally got the inspiration to continue writing this little mini series. i'm not convinced anyone is still interested in this story, but here's part 4. there's a little hatred towards blondes in this chapter - guys i actually love blonde hair i think its gorgeous - your girl is just a demon. my search history after writing this chapter, god help me.

this takes place loosely around season 10 and i kind of combined when sam tries to cure crowley with when he cures dean.

let me tell you, writing about a person who has no idea what's real is not easy to make good - its a 0/10 for me and i'm not convinced i even succeeded at that

italics = inner thoughts/memories

dean: 36, morgan: 35 (her body is 27), sam: 32

Adriadne vaguely remembered hating the moon coming up when she was human. For some reason, she detested nighttime and all that came with it. She had wanted to believe she wasn't as bad as the humans when she was one. But as she roamed the street of whatever bumblefuck town she was in, she remembered staring blankly at a street lamp once.

It was the only light she had seen for several miles. It illuminated a small bus stop with a bench and a pay phone attached to it. She was in some loud car, with even louder music playing, with her intolerably quiet family. The faces, names, and details of any of them had been long washed away. Somebody in her family needed to make a call, so they stopped, and she was left alone for a few minutes. The yellow beams that kept that area lit were the only thing keeping her from panicking. She had assumed she was only a child in the memory because, I mean, seriously? An adult scared of the dark?

If she had been an adult, Satan help her if she was, it would have been further proof of how weak humans are. Actually, regardless, it was proof. There was no light in Hell. Everything was dark, and only with the sight of a demon could anyone see. She bristled at the thought. Since being on Earth, she had no desire to go back downstairs.

The darkness of the night did give her a little sense of reminiscence, though. Of home, Alastair, Crowley, her tools. Where she could roam freely without having to cling to that damn sack of flesh. But the daytime was a close second, in her opinion. The sun, as bright and almost blinding as it was, was warm. And it felt…kind of nice.

Turned out, she was a natural blonde, a type of blonde that got even lighter when she lay in the sun. And that rubbed her the wrong way. Like, who was actually blonde nowadays? Every blonde Alastair assigned to her was quickly scalped. And when they were healed, she would do it again. Then, she'd make them drink anti-freeze because many of them had blue eyes. It really had been a fun game.

Watching them die slowly and painfully was always an excellent way to waste an hour. And when they were brought back to life, it was back to her regularly scheduled programming.

It sucked even more that she had blue eyes too. They were so light. Like the human fucking sky or some shit. She liked her black eyes. They were who she was, a dark and malevolent visitor on this planet of fluffy little bunnies.

At the sound of a whistle, a very loud one, she turned to find the source. "Damn, baby." The man said. He was some random guy on the corner of the street, watching her as she walked. "What's your name?"

She planted a demure little smile like she was so flattered by the attention. With a blush, she said, "Mary."

He smirked. "Are you a virgin, too?"

Imbecile, she groaned inside her head. She had heard that joke back home. It was usually the first thing a demon said when assigned someone with that name. After hearing it for the first time, she chuckled. The second time, she grinned. The fifty-seventh? She ignored it.

Come up with something new, people, will you?

She flashed some doe eyes at him and pretended to blush even more. "How did you know?"

"I tend to sense these things."

"Oh, do you?" She asked with a grin, flashing her natural eyes at him. But before he could scream, she was slitting his throat.

When the jugular veins are severed, there is a relatively low spray of dark red blood, accompanied by the sound of escaping air, and the human coughs it up. So, to get a forceful spray of bright red, Adriadne's favorite, she cuts the carotid. And usually aims to sever the trachea so they gasp and wither at her feet. And with this guy? She hit the nail on the head.

It only takes a few minutes, but it's such a satisfying death. Being in the land of the living, slitting throats quickly became one of her favorite forms of sending them exactly where they belonged.

When Sam and Dean Winchester caught wind of a case; six hundred sixty-four bodies across the country with a slit throat and the Latin symbol for "hellhound" carved over their right eyebrow, they got on it. They didn't want to let it get to that magic number.

And when they got to the most recent crime scene, Lena Franklin, a thirty-one-year-old female - mother of three - with the same injuries, they found who they were looking for, taking another victim. Only they weren't expecting to find their sister standing over the body.

After knocking her out and locking her up, they summoned Crowley as soon as possible. It was like their lives depended on it, or really, it was their sister's life that they were worried about.

And when he explained the situation to them, they knew what they had to do.

With a whine, Adriadne awoke in a strange room. Filled with walls of file cabinets and Enochian or Latin symbols. She tried to rub at her head, where that damn vase had been thrown at her, but she noticed she was chained down. Usually, she wouldn't have an issue with chains; she could break through steel, and they were so satisfying when some human tried to escape them. But not only were these not steel chains, they were iron. And they had warding signs carved in them.

Fucking hunters.

Surprisingly, if there was any human she didn't entirely detest, it was hunters. They were more robust than the rest and really knew what the real world was like. But they were after her, so now, they had to die. Slowly, bloody, painfully.

"Welcome back, jackass," A voice she recognized said. The same voice threw the vase at her however many hours ago. It was the shorter of the two, but he had the more resounding voice. They were tall for humans, but the other was way bigger. Gigantor also seemed like he was friendlier, the dumbass.

She had heard of the Winchester brothers in Hell. Sam and Dean, she believed their names were. Two brooding brothers with mommy and daddy issues that jumpstarted the apocalypse. Then they fixed it and sent Lucifer back into his cage with Michael. They'd been in and out of hell themselves a few times. The only humans to ever accomplish such feats.

Clearly, they weren't stupid, but goddamn, were they annoying.

Sam was younger but a bit more book-smart, and Dean was the older but sarcastic one. She vaguely knew they had a thing for dying for each other, but that only made her roll her eyes like she so often did at these creatures.

"Dean," Sam scolded.

"And what a warm one at that. You ever have people over?" She groaned. The boys didn't respond, both just shaking their heads. They started pulling stuff out of a cooler, and she read what it said on it with a scoff. "Human blood? You're seriously gonna try and cure me?"

"Yep," Dean deadpanned.

"Oh, please," Adriadne drawled as her head fell back on her shoulders. "Spare me."

"You're a demon, Mo," The youngest said, like it was the worst thing in the world she could be. "We're not just gonna leave you like this."

"Mo? Who the hell is Mo?"

"Morgan," Dean explained, his voice monotone but somehow angry at the same time. "Our sister. The human that you used to be. So we're doing what we should'a done years ago. And saving you. Even if it is from yourself."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah," Sam quipped, annoyed. "Crowley said you wouldn't remember."

"Crowley's the one that-"

"We know," Dean said. "Just shut up."

I didn't even know the Winchesters had a sister, Adriadne thought. But to hell if she wanted to become a damn human. Why would she even consider it? "Ever think maybe your sister wouldn't wanna be saved?"

"Doesn't matter." The oldest Winchester remarked, his voice flat. "You don't get a choice."

With a huff, Adriadne chuckled darkly. "Just let me go do what I wanna do. I don't bother you; you don't bother me. So what the hell do you care?"

"What do we care?" Sam asked, almost dejectedly. He shook his head, not dignifying her with a response, and started pouring holy water around the devil's trap. Reciting the Latin to start the ritual, he grabbed a needle, loaded it up with human blood, and handed it to Dean.

Adriadne looked at her supposed brothers, she didn't even know their birth order. She knew Dean was the oldest and Sam was the youngest. But where did she fit in the lineup? "You got anything stronger in there? Some heroin? Meth? Maybe it'd really make me feel somethin'."

"Don't worry, honey, you're gonna feel a lot."

And before she could fight it, he put the syringe in her arm and pumped the blood directly into her arm. She could feel it coursing through her veins, traveling through her bones, her arteries, her cells. Weaving its way throughout her body like an itch you can't scratch. Involuntarily, she let out a loud roar, a demonic roar, of pain. This damn human blood did not agree with her.

"Look," Sam said as both brothers backed away from her. "We've got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make this a lot easier on yourself."

"And just in case some part of you gives a crap, we got your blood type."

"You wanna know something?" Adriadne asked, but a new wave of pain from the human blood cut her off. She groaned but wouldn't let it cut her off too long. She was a demon, after all, and pain had never been something she feared. It was something she admired, longed for, craved. "The part of your sister that cared died a long time ago."

Five times, the Winchester brothers had streamlined her with human blood. They didn't say anything when they came in this time, silently injecting her with round six. Like it was the only thing keeping them from breaking.

Adriadne was a demon; she knew that. But now things were becoming a little muddled. There had been small things, small tidbits of images popping in and out of her brain.

They weren't like dreams or nightmares. They were more like poorly done movies of being beaten by someone she was supposed to call her father. Dreams of fighting with her siblings, where even they'd beaten her - but also when she fought back, and they took the beatings themselves. She won and lost over and over, losing the fight when Sam left them for school, winning when Dean tried to get her to stop seeing her high school boyfriend, losing when Dean took away the knife he gave her, and winning when she eventually stole it back. She remembered watching their so-called father yell and scream, practically torturing who she was told were her brothers. She remembered not being able to do anything about it.

She saw herself hunting other creatures - not humans, but monsters. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, djinns, banshees, rugarus. She saw herself taking beatings from them, nearly dying from her injuries several times. She saw herself lose her virginity to a sweet guy from her high school at the time. She saw herself take that night and turn it into a string of drunken one-night stands.

She saw her father coming home drunk almost every night, beaten up. She saw herself patching him up, giving him stitches when necessary. She'd been the one to set her brother's bones when they were broken or dislocated. She'd have to be the one to reset her own because none of them were as good as she was at it. She saw the woman who was supposed to be her mother burn to death on a ceiling as her older brother - a toddler himself - pulled her and her little brother to safety.

And she remembered her father dying, making a deal with a demon to keep his oldest son alive and breathing. Then she remembered doing the same thing for her younger brother.

"You're the Winchesters," Adriadne drawled. "You're hunters. So am I an idiot to assume what you're gonna do once you realize this won't work? You think you got the stomach for that? Killing the girl you think is your sister?"

"We're not worried," Sam denied. "Because we've done this before."

It had been nine hours, nine injections of human blood in her veins, and she could name nine parts of her body she could barely move. She hadn't felt so useless since she was on the rack, and even then, she had a purpose. To postpone, to make it as long as she could. Alastair had given her a choice. Stay on, deal with the consequences, or get off, and then do it to someone else who deserved it too.

She had been at the end of her rope; her soul was already ripped to shreds. And then they healed her and broke it again.

The humans deserved it - that's what she was taught.

But then, why was I the one on the rack? I'm not human.

Yes, I am. Or...I was.

No. My name is Ad-Adria-

She had been having so many memories over the last several hours. But they had to be dreams; she didn't remember them belonging to her. Of the Winchesters, of growing up on Earth, of being a part of an admittedly screwed-up family.

My name is-

"How you doin', Mo?" That was Sam, her…younger brother, she had remembered. The memories were like a plague, keeping her sedentary in a time she had long forgotten. A time, she didn't know if she wanted to go back to or not. It was a time when she cared about them, about humans in general. A time when she had the ability to care.

Mo. Morgan.

She was confused when they called her that. She didn't know how to describe it. But something was weird about that name. These were people that she knew before she went to Hell. People she loved. People she would've sacrificed everything for. People she did sacrifice everything for.

"It doesn't feel right," She rasped, shaking her head as much as possible. Which, apparently, was not a lot.

"No, shit," And there's Dean.

"When you call me that," She explained, despondent, trying to blink away the new memory attempting to take hold of her reality. "It doesn't feel like my name."

"Well, what is your name?"

She didn't know. Adriadne was supposed to be her name. Morgan was supposed to be her name. How could someone not know their own fucking name? It was the most basic form of identification. Even demons had names. A new wave of pain hits her, and she grips the chair with all her strength. It wasn't a lot; she was so weak. But then another memory took over, and she wasn't even in that room anymore.

"What is your name?" He had asked, his voice cold and unemotional. The girl only shook her head in response, knowing what was coming with her answer. "You will answer me when I speak to you, girl.

"Morgan," She choked out, tears already rolling. "Morgan Winchester."

"You don't deserve my last name." Before she could blink, her cheek was stinging, and she was on the motel room floor. More tears fell involuntarily at the searing pain, at the blood dripping down her face from his ring. She flinched at the hand he rose again, but no hit came. Instead, he laughed - a heartless and calculating laugh. Like it was amusing watching his thirteen-year-old daughter cower at his feet. "You are no Winchester."

He was ready to strike a second time when someone got in the way.

"Get out of the way, Sam."

"No," his little voice announced. She could hear the emotion in his words as he continued. The little ten-year-old was scrawny, even smaller than she was. "She knows what she did. You don't have to hit her again."

Ignoring the boy, her father turned back to Morgan, practically looking through her little brother. "So this is what you've come to? Making little Sammy fight your damn battles for you?"

She looked him straight in the eyes; the green they usually held was almost black in the room's dim lighting. She had seen this so many times when he was angry, when a hunt didn't go his way, when his children disobeyed him. When she did something wrong.

"Boys," Her father called, ordering them to shut up and listen. Dean took his hands away from his face with a wince. Sam winced, too, backing away from his father. Nearly crashing into her. "Take this as a learning opportunity. We fight our own battles in this family. And we don't rely on other people to do it for us."

And with that, Sam was pushed out of the way, and he was on top of her.

"Dad," She gasped, finally back in the present but staring into space. Both brothers' heads shot up at the recall. "He was- he was mean."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, making her eyes lock on his. The whites of his eyes were red like the mention of his father had him holding things back. A storm was brewing behind his eyes, one he wouldn't let come to fruition. "He had his moments."

"He was so mad all the time," The girl croaked, her voice breaking even more. She was lost, not looking at them. Keeping her eyes down, they darted back and forth as she practically stared through the flesh and bone before her. "Watch out for Sammy. Make sure Sam's safe. Don't let anybody touch Sammy. If anything happens to him, I'll know whose fault it is." Her older brother only nodded, but Sam's eyes fluttered back and forth between his siblings. Like he was realizing something he hadn't before. "We were always watching out for Sammy. Who- who watched out for us?"

"Well, for one, Sammy watched out for us. And I watched for both of you, and you took care of us."

"I took care of you?"

"Yeah, Mo, you did," Sam said plainly.

"But I-I went to-" She denied, not entirely believing them. "I went to Hell, and now I don't know anything. You're my brothers? My family? My family tortured me. They-they're the ones that put me on the rack."

"Is that what they told you?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"I saw it!" She roared. Everything came back to her in waves, and not like a movie this time; these were memories. She knew it; she couldn't question it. "You hurt me- you- you touched me." She finally looked up at them, unable to hide the tears. She shook her head, trying to shake away the red, the blood, the screaming, the agony. "You- you- family isn't supposed to do that!"

Sam and Dean stared, their faces pale and drained. They didn't hide their emotions - like she remembered they did so often. They wore it plainly on their faces. Sam was a mixture of deep regret and sorrow. Dean wasn't just angry; he was simmering with rage.

"Now, you listen to me," Dean ordered, and she could almost hear a trace of their father in his voice. He leaned against the arms of her chair - her current prison - and gave her a stare that kept her captive in his gaze. "I went to Hell, too. They did the same thing to me. It. Wasn't. Us. And I know you don't believe that. But you will. Eventually."

When he finished, she nodded. He was wrong. Some part of her did believe him. The conviction in his words, the way he didn't bother to hide the angry tears in his eyes. Some part of her - a minuscule part - hoped he wasn't lying. That her family was still there for her. That maybe, even after everything that had happened, they would hold her when this was all over.

At her slight confirmation, he nodded, too, and stepped back, giving his younger brother room for the next shot. Sam came forward and quickly, without hesitation, put the syringe in her arm and pressed down.

"I don't even know my own name."

Sam didn't balk at her words. He just shook his head and gave her a small, barely there smile.

"You will."

"I don't wanna be human," She cried. Eleven injections in, she could feel the human blood becoming her own. Integrating into her bones, her DNA changed with every second that passed. Her power was draining, and she didn't like it. She was returning to who she was before Hell, the young girl with daddy issues, with two brothers who loved her - but could never get along with.

"Humans are weak, they- their emotions, it's too much," She continued, shuddering. "They feel too much, they don't see how useless they are. How- how small they are. There are eight billion of you, and all of you think you're the most important one. You all think you have some fucked up purpose, that there's something more you can do with your pointless little lives."

"No one here is gonna tell you that being human is a walk in the park," Sam said, his voice calm and steady as if he was expecting her to say this. "But it is better than being a demon. Than killing for no reason. Because even if you don't believe it, I believe we do have a purpose. Maybe it's a tiny one, maybe you're just supposed to be here to make someone else happy. Maybe you're here to teach someone a lesson. Maybe you're here to save the world." His words got light at that, like it was an inside joke, and Dean let out a small laugh. But just because you don't know what it is or can't see it doesn't mean you don't have one."

Before she could respond or give any words to the contrary, he put the needle in her arm and gave her the twelfth shot.

Morgan Winchester opened her eyes. And they were black. She could feel it, feel the remnants of Hell in her eyes. But as quickly as it came, it went. And as they cleared, she groaned. It was a strange feeling, but she felt lighter. Like there wasn't as much weight on her shoulders as before. Her eyes were blue again, like the sky people loved to stare at. Then she remembered she was human again. She was just a young girl again, not a demon, not a monster.

And then the weight returned. Only this time, it was even heavier, as if someone had tied an anvil around her neck and thrown her into the ocean. She remembered everything. Her life, her father, her mother, her brothers, Sam dying, her dad dying, her deal with a demon, Hell, being tortured, then turning around and doing the same, becoming a demon, becoming Adriadne, taking a joyride upstairs, murdering so many innocents. Then, being in here, the crowded but well-protected safe room in some place she had no knowledge of.

She could see her brothers a few feet away. Sam stood in front of Dean, holding a flask - their postures were identical. Tight and reserved, with their brows furrowed and their feet cemented into the floor.

Her face contorted into a question, and she greeted them with their names. She didn't know what else to say. But before she could speak again, Dean threw whatever was in the flask at her face.

Water. Water. Water.

And without needing a second to think about it, Morgan realized it was blessed. Holy water. They were putting her through one final test. To see if their work had paid off. When it didn't burn, sizzle, or boil her skin, her brothers let out a deep exhale of relief. Then, so did she.

"Welcome back, Morgan."

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crushculture03 · 24 days

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Valley Girl and Sammy

Masterlist

"Bobby Singer? How did i not pick up on this sooner, you said your last name was singer, but I must've not heard you fully" he said.

"Sam, why do you know my father?" she asks, the realization not yet hitting her. "Because Val, my father and your father were best friends" he says, "Wait what's your last name again?'

"Winchester"

And just like the wall that blocked all her memories from childhood and her teenage years, came crumbling down, "Wait your father was John, yes?" she clarifies, Sam nods 'yes'. "Oh my god it's really you, you're my Sammy '' she says, her heart beating faster as a few memories from that fateful summer flash in her mind.

"And you're my Valley girl" he whispers, smiling at the funny nicknames they made for eachother. "How did I not realize it sooner?" she says, "Well to be fair I look different, and if you're like me you blocked all those teenage years because of the trauma we've been through" sam says, "Yeah that's-that's exactly it" she agrees, "Oh my God Sam its you its really you" she smiles and hugs the tall boy, "Happy to be at your service again Valley girl" he whispers.

"Hate to break off the love fest but I need to talk to you Sammy" A deep voice says, the two pull apart and look to find the source of the voice.

"Dean? What are you doing here?" Sam asks, confused on why his older brother was standing in front of him. "Well that's not a very nice welcome now is it Sam? '' he jokes as he walks up to his baby brother and hugs him. "Oh and if it isn't little Val Singer, what are you doing here with him" Dean teases. "You remember me?" she asks, shocked "Of course I do, how could I forget the girl my brother wouldn't shut up about for years" he says, causing Sam to blush.

"Well it's because Sam and I didn't even remember each other till a few seconds ago, guess we blocked out so much that it got lost" she says. "Well that's a shock because that summer was crazy for you two, but back to what I came here for" Dean says and looks at his brother.

Both Sam and Valerie hope they can find out what exactly Dean means by saying "that summer was crazy for you guys".

"Sam dads on a hunting trip and hasn't been back in a few days'', Sam's face drops at the news. "I need your help finding him" the older Winchester asks, "And I guess since your Father knows my father better than anyone, that you can come too pretty girl" dean says and winks a Val, causing her to shift uncomfortably and stand behind Sam.

"Dean I left that life for a reason I'm not going back" Sam says, "Come on Sam he's our father", Sam scoffs "More like he was our drill sergeant , he told me to never come back when I told him I got into Stanford". "Ah come on you know he didn't mean that" Dean says, "Dean, No I have a life here ok? I don't need yours and dads troubles dragging me back in" he snaps and sighs.

"Sam" she whispers, he turns to her and his face instantly softens. "Maybe you should go, I mean don't get me wrong I hate your father as much as you do, at least from what I can remember, but I know if you don't go you'll regret it" she tries to reason with him. "I-I don't know Val" he whispers, she grabs his hand to reassure him, "I'll go with you if you want?" she suggested. "I can't ask you to do that" he says, "Sam look I want to remember everything that happened between us, I just got you back i'm not losing you again, plus I've been meaning to see my father so it's a win-win, we can go to my dads and he can help us" she says, looking at Sam before glancing at Dean. "Fine, but once we find him we come back ok?" he insists, "Ok" she smiles.

"Wonderful now if you guys could stop flirting and start packing that'd be great" Dean interjects. "Shut it Dean" she snaps, causing Sam to chuckle softly , "There's the Singer charm, now hurry up we got a case to solve princess" he teases, she flips him off before her and Sam walk into the complex and go to their respective apartments to pack everything they would need.

After a few minutes the two re-emerge, "Wow took you guys long enough" Dean groans, "Oh shush or the car gets it Dean-o" she teases, from what she can remember Dean absolutely loved this car. "Nobody touches my baby!" he snaps, his face completely serious as he gets into the driver's seat and slams the door shut. "Ignore him, he has a weird thing for the car, '' Sam says as he places his bags and Val's bags in the trunk. "It's fun to mess with him" she chuckles, "Keep doing it, it's fun to watch, plus he knows if he does anything to you Bobby will kill him" Sam says, she chuckles "You're right on that one.

"This is definitely a weird time to say this but even out of that costume you still look like an angel" Sam remarks, causing Val to blush, while she and Sam were packing they had both changed into more comfortable clothes, compared to their cheesy halloween costumes. "Thanks Sam, you look nice too" she smiles, before walking to get into the back seat of the Impala.

Sam quickly closes the trunk and makes his way to the front seat, "Buckle up Buttercups because it's going to be a long ride, and here's what I have so far on dads disappearance, it's not much so I thought we'd take a pit stop and visit our old pal, and Princess's father, in South Dakota'' Dean says, a classic smirk painting his face. "Call me that one more time and I'll put Nair in your hair gel" she says, causing Dean's grin to drop and Sam to laugh slightly. "Shut up" he mumbles before starting the car and peeling out of the parking lot. And just like that the trio was on their way to Sioux Falls South Dakota.

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wordieworld-woo · 9 months

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If only I could save you

Prompt: “I’m falling for you and it's scaring the shit out of me”

This is an unedited one-shot set in my OC-Supernatural story. Some background, this is set at the end of Season 3. My character Abbie was raised into Hunting like the boys, and was raised by Bobby after her parents never returned. This is intended to be an eventual Destiel x Oc, but is subject to being changed.

Dean x Oc angst word count: 486

“Shit,” she mumbled glaring at her coffee that was now spilt across the table. After the day she was having it just made sense for yet another thing to fuck her over. It had only been a week since she left, bag in hand ready to start a normal life; away from the chaos that was Dean though this feeling of guilt and regret was drowning her to the point she couldn't breath. Abbie would have given anything for the deal she had made to become void, anything to get back on the road with the two brothers she had left behind, or help Sam one last time on his research. But she couldn't, all because Lilith had plans that she couldn’t interfere with.

She remembered the night she left under the pretence of an old friend in need, and how they were ready to assist in any way possible. She remembered the dread as she hugged Sam for what would be the final time until Dean's death, and the heartache that came with saying goodbye to Dean. But it wasn't like last time, there was no way out of her contract that didn't end with her being the one to send the man she loved to Hell. In spite of everything she kept close, watching over the boys and getting frequent updates from Bobby. Abbie was forced to stand by and watch as his time ticked away, as the end of his final year got closer to the point she couldn't avoid that pit in her heart.

It was, the night before he died when she saw him in person again, saw him sleeping peacefully through the night for once. She hadn't meant to end up there with the hell-hounds on his trails, she should have kept her distance. Abbie hadn't even noticed as she pulled up in front of Bobby's house where she was. Nor did she remember going in that room. Her heart sank at the sight of him, the knowledge of what would be waiting in hell made her sick. However she couldn't leave without saying something.

She leant down to him “I fell for you so quickly and completely,” she sighed “loving you sunk up on me Dean,” She paused the last few months sticking with her, the guilt of being away catching her off guard. “Honestly it’s scaring the shit out of me,”

“What happens to you in Hell… know you will survive it,”

“I’m gonna get you out, I swear.”

Pushing some hair from out his face she kissed his cheek, unlikely to see him again she left. Refusing to look back, knowing that if she did she wouldn't have the strength to walk away again. When she returned to her car; for the first time in six years she cried. Cried for all the missed opportunities, missed chances, and for the man she had never let herself love.

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galacticwildfire · 2 years

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Bobby's Daughter | Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester x Original Female Character

Dean and Stevie Singer have been inseparable since childhood. Now with Sam away at college and with their fathers no longer speaking they crave one another more than ever, and find that love they have for one another has changed as they’ve grown older.

When the demon who killed Stevie’s mother comes for her, Dean makes the decision to disobey his father’s orders to go after her, and the two of them hit the road, unable to deny what’s between them any longer.

Only to discover Azazel has the same fate planned for Stevie as Mary, which causes Dean to make a decision he can never take back while she herself battles with the most important decision of her life.

Both of them willing to do whatever it takes for their family, even if it means they hate each other forever.

A/N - Starts in 2002 with young Dean and Stevie, then jumps to season one and will continue through the first seasons loosely following canon.

Under construction/being rewritten

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 years

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Two Hunters and A Baby

Summary; Dean Winchester x OC (But can be seen as reader insert)

Mentions - pregnancy, child birth, complete terror etc.

(Not proof read)

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When Sam and Dean first met Frankie, it had been in a bar in New York, a year before Sam would be setting off for college.

Frances - known as Frankie by her friends and loyal customers - had been serving the bar that night.

“What can I get you fellas?”

“Well, Frankie-”

Frankie, however, cut the shorter brother off. “Ah. No. Frances, to you.”

“Frances, really?”

Frankie nodded holding back a smile as she poured some shots for a party of customers a few places down. “You’re not my friends nor are you regular customers, so, what can I get you gentlemen?”

“Two beers. Please.”

Frankie looked up to the other brother. “Coming right up.”

It took Dean a few hours but two days later - two days he didn’t think it would take - she finally allowed them to call her Frankie.

Dean had strolled in the next day around 1 in the afternoon. The place was mostly empty except for a few students from a campus nearby who were in to get lunch and a drink.

Of course, he tried to flirt with her again, but nothing. She didn’t take the bait.

“You wanna tell me what you’re really doing this side of town?”

Dean sighed and pulled the ID from his jacket pocket. “Oh, you’re one of them?”

Frankie smiled as she moved around the back of the bar, cleaning a couple of glasses and checking the till.

“One of what?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

“A hunter.”

Her voice was calm and relaxed, but she could already sense that he wasn’t.

“W-What?”

Frankie laughed. “Relax...Agent Jones. I won’t rat you out. Besides, no-one else in this town knows how to get rid of that thing.”

“You know about what we do?”

Frankie nodded.

“How?”

“Some guys...I forget their names...they rolled in here a few years back. I was only 16 then and clearly too young to be working behind a bar, but my uncle owned it so I got away with it. But we had people-” She slammed the till shut and picked up a dish cloth to clean to counter, “dying...all around us. Granted, crime rates around here aren’t great but, deaths? Especially suspicious ones? Hell no. So, they turned up. Some haunted guy turned up here during the day, tried to kill me. They killed it before it did me.”

Dean seemed to be racking his brains. Where had he heard this story before?

“Bobby.”

Frankie smiled. “Yeah. And...Rufus! That’s it. You know em’?”

Dean chuckled. “Do I know them? Bobby...he’s like the father I never had. Any time dad would leave me and my brother behind, there was Bobby.”

Frankie held a smile on her face. “So you’re his boys? Isn’t it a small world.”

“It sure is.”

It would be a few more years before she would see either of the brothers again. And when she did, not much had changed other than the fact that the boys had made friends with an Angel that dragged Dean back from Hell and their entire lives were being written by a guy in his bathrobe.

Frankie laughed. God, it was like honey on Dean’s ears. Just so..pure. Not forced. Not like she’d seen a bunch of crap and Hell for years on end.

Frankie continued to turn the book over in her hand.

“I can’t believe it!”

“Well, believe it. You’re in there, too, by the way?”

“No way,” Frankie opened up the book and skimmed through it. “You really thought I was hot?”

“Shuddup.” Dean said, trying to move past that.

“God, he doesn’t hold anything back.”

Dean took the book from her and closed it. “Alright.”

Frankie laughed again and moved back. “So, what am I getting you? Beer? Whiskey? Vodka?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Water and sleep, for one.” Frankie told him. “But since you’re not gonna listen to that, how about...Jack Daniels?”

Dean nodded.

“How about you, Angel?”

“Oh, I don’t drink.”

Frankie nodded. “Alright, then.”

Hours later, just as people began to pile in, Frankie looked to Dean. “You know, you can always stay here if you want? It’d be nice to have some company around here.”

Dean smiled. “Thanks, but...I - I better not.”

Frankie didn’t ask any more questions. His eyes told most of his story.

“Don’t worry about it. But, if you ever need a drink...or even someone to talk to...you know where I am.”

Dean nodded. “I know. Thanks, Frankie.”

“Anytime.” She smiled before walking over. “Come here.”

“Oh, I don’t-”

“Now you do.” She told him before hugging him, Dean hugging back. “Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

It would be another three years before Frankie would see Dean again. And when she would, it wouldn’t be in the way she would have expected.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Just...Just breathe, okay, the ambulance is on it’s way.”

Frankie wanted to scream because she was in that much pain.

“Please, please just let us go.”

A warlock.

Frankie was giving birth and she had also been kidnapped by a Warlock.

She let out a grunt. “Where the hell are they?!”

By ‘they’, she meant Sam and Dean.

Three days ago, Frankie had been sat in her office going over paperwork when someone broke in, yelled some weird words and she blacked-out.

She came to with the guy standing opposite her, a phone to his ear.

“Why don’t you say ‘hello’ Frankie, I’m sure they’ve missed you.”

He had placed the phone to her ear. “You’re not my friend. It’s Frances.”

“Frankie?”

Frankie seemed to come-to quicker than she expected. “Dean?”

“Frankie, don’t let him-”

But it was too late. The phone was taken away and placed to the guy’s ear again. “You have 76 hours to return what you stole from me, or I take away something from you. And I just keep going down the list until you give it back.”

Frankie didn’t know how much time the boys had left, but she hoped they’d hurry because, if they didn’t then not only was she going to die, but also some innocent woman who the Warlock had picked up a day after herself - to take care of Frankie - and maybe two or three EMT’s who the Warlock would enchant to help Frankie give birth before killing them, too.

Frankie let out a scream. God, she wanted to push.

Suddenly, the door was kicked down.

“Finally!” Frankie shouted.

The following ten minutes were filled with fighting. Sam and Dean were trying to find a way to kill the Warlock when, eventually, they did. The thing he wanted back was the only thing that could kill him. Only problem was...

Frankie didn’t really pay attention because another contraction came across her quicker than she would have liked.

“Oh...Dean!”

Dean made his way to his feet, the Warlock now dead and got to his brother’s side.

“What-”

Sam pointed into the living room and Dean saw. “Oh. Oh...kay.”

Frankie tried to laugh. “Took you two long enough.”

The woman then stood up. “Shit.”

“What?”

“The ambulance...” The woman had forgotten to call. She had dialed but the Warlock...”He ended the call.”

Frankie let out a groan as another pain shot through her.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. My - My sister, she’s a midwife.”

“And where is she?”

“London.”

Fuck.

“But it’s okay. I will call her and she can talk us through it.”

The sister talked them through it, alright. She had her sister - Mary - go and get fresh towels and water. She also gave a couple more instructions - Sam was quick to voulenteer because he had an idea what was coming next.

“Dean? Dean!”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“I need you go help her give birth.”

“What?!”

“Mare has a weak stomach. She’ll pass out at the sight of blood so it’s either you or your brother.”

Sam was long gone, helping Mary.

Shit.

“What?! What! No. No. I don’t want him to - What?!”

Dean agreed. “I’m not - I don’t want-”

“Neither of you have a choice.”

And they didn’t.

“Frankie, honey, I need you to push okay. Keep going.”

With the sister on Facetime, she took the four of them through what had to happen.

“Okay, Sam, I need you to tie the shoelace around - That’s it. Dean, you wanna cut? There you go.”

Midge had passed out for a few seconds after the birth, Sam and Dean were now, quite possibly, scared for life. Sam more so than Dean. Dean had raised Sam from the age of 4 so he was use to babies. Granted, not the stuff that happens during the birth. But, still.

“Here you go.” Dean smiled, handing the baby over.

Midge had only managed to find two towels. Both were dirty so a clean flannel was the best option for a baby blanket.

“Thank you.” Frankie smiled towards Dean, taking her eyes from her baby for a small moment.

“You did good, fellas. Midge -- lay down for a while longer.”

“Yep. Yep.”

“You’re gonna wanna get her to the hospital but you did good, lads. Talk later, Midge.”

“Yep. Yep.”

Two days later...

“Dean, you don’t have to do this, you know?” Frankie told him for possibly the millionth time the past hour.

Shutting the trunk Baby, he shook his head. “You’ve just given birth. You might be cleared by the hospital but you’re not cleared for flying or driving. You can stay with me and Sam. You will stay with me and Sam. I might not have met her, but I think your cousin would have my head if I let you drive back to New York.”

Frankie laughed, “Yeah. She probably would.”

“Thank you, for everything, Dean. I don’t think either of us will forget what you and Sam did for me.”

“Well, the image might be seared into my head for the rest of my life but I’d rather it be something good than someone dying...again.”

Frankie nodded.

She had her baby daughter in her arms, fast asleep whilst Dean grabbed the baby bag and other things.

“I know I might be a little late on this, but what were you doing in Kansas anyway?”

“I expanded the business a few years ago.” Frankie explained. “Business was good in New York and I wanted a change so I had my cousin run the bar up there whilst I managed the one in Washington before I opened up the third...here. It’s only been open about 8 months but, business is good.”

“Are you gonna stay here? In Kansas, I mean?”

“Maybe. I mean, if other magical beings have beef with you or your brother, it might be safer and easier to stick by you two.”

It didn’t take long for Frankie to get settled. Sam had managed to find a baby cot and cleaned it down. Clearly the Men of Letters had brought at least one of their children back here at some point.

In this time, Frankie had also come to learn what she had missed in the last few years and how, Sam - shockingly - was alive. Was souless for a time. How Dean went to Purgetory and even how they had time travelled, and even met their Paternal Grandfather.

It would be a month or so before Frankie would explain to at least one of them what had happened between Frankie and Poppy’s father.

It happened late at night. Frankie was tired - both the brother’s knew this. That was why, one night, Dean decided to give Frankie a rest.

Frankie had fallen into a deep sleep so hadn’t heard the beginnings of Poppy stiring awake. However, Dean was wide awake.

He had been on his way back from the bathroom when he could hear Poppy.

“Frankie? Frank- Oh.”

This hadn’t been the first time one of the boys had looked after Poppy. Of course, Frankie was always in the room. She taught Sam how to change a diper and what else to do should she be somewhere else for a few minutes - most likely the bathroom cleaning the puke from the ends of her hair.

“Dean?” Frankie’s voice was horse. She was still partially asleep. She had been use to waking up around three to feed Poppy from her bottle. She had slept a little over an hour after this.

“Hey, why are you up?”

“Is Poppy okay?”

Dean nodded. “Fed, burped and changed.”

“So, no different than Sam?” Poppy asked. Dean gave a quiet laugh.

Frankie came up behind Dean, placing both her hands on his shoulders. “How long have you been up?”

It was now 4 in the morning. “Couple of hours. I heard her stiring and you deserved a rest so I brought her out here, I hope that’s-”

“It’s fine, Dean. I trust you with her. You’re really good at this, by the way. You ever thought of having your own someday?”

Dean shrugged. “This life...it’s not exactly most suitable for a kid. And my chance for the ‘apple-pie’ life...”

“You still have a chance, you know?” Frankie told him. “Quit hunting, find...some normality, in society’s eyes, anyway. Who knows, you might like it.”

“Maybe.”

They sat in silence for a little while longer watching Poppy sleep in her bouncer. She looked so peaceful.

“I know I’m over stepping but...what happened to her dad?”

Frankie sat back. “I thought this would come up sooner or later.”

“Doesn’t he want-”

Frankie shook her head. “When...When I found out, I was 6 weeks along. We’d been together two years and had talked about having a family together and doing the whole marriage and kids thing. But, he was just about to make junior partner at his law firm and having a woman and kid in tow, well, lets just say he didn’t want to make a reputation for himself. After all, a man needs to have his fun.”

“He actually said that?”

Frankie nodded. “He did.”

“Asshole.”

“I kept him up-to-date on my pregnancy but around the 4 month mark, he’d found himself a girlfriend and wanted a fresh start. No history. No kids. Even gave me the papers himself to say he has no visitation rights.”

“What the fuck?”

Frankie nodded. “I know. I was pissed, too. But then I just had to think, if he was like that while I was pregnant, maybe my kid would be better off not having a father like that. And we’re okay, aren’t we Pop.”

Silence except a few soft snores.

“Yep, see, even she agrees.”

Dean gave a weak smile to the kid before looking back to Frankie. “What if you stayed?”

“What?”

“Stay. Stay here, with us.”

“Dean. No, I couldn’t-”

“Frankie, this place is built for at least 50 people or more. You’re a 20 minute drive from the bar. You’re also both safe here.”

“Dean...I couldn’t do that. Not to you and Sam. In about two months, she’ll be awake during the night crying because she’s teething. You and Sam need rest and a break from what you do. You should be able to come back to peace, not a crying baby.”

“I think you’re forgetting I raised Sam. I’m use to the crying and screaming and throwing up. And, you’ll always have a baby-sitter.”

It would take another two months of convincing, but even then, it wasn’t so much brought up as it just happened.

The three of them got into a steady routine. Sam and Dean kept hunting and came across everything they did, but once they got home...it was like none of that existed anymore. Seeing Frankie in the library with Poppy in her playpen, giggiling? It was like everything bad in the world melted away.

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violentdelightsproductions · 2 years

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Halloween 2022: Leviathans reimagined as Cosmic Monsters (Supernatural season 7)

Crowley and Castiel, in their quest for more power in Hell and Heaven respectively, are determined to open the door to Purgatory. In an effort to stop them, the Winchesters along with Ellie and Bobby study Moishe Campbell’s journal notes on H.P Lovecraft, a horror writer who was fascinated with the concept of opening portals to other dimensions and ancient creatures called the “Old Ones”. Once Crowley and Castiel have gathered all they needed a ritual is performed. Castiel absorbs the souls that resided in the Purgatory and proclaims himself the New god. The Winchesters turn to an unlikely ally for help, Death. Death warns them that along with the souls, Castiel gulped things much older than souls. The Leviathans. The Old Ones. The first beats created by God long before men and angels. And now Castiel is the only membrance between them and the world. Once his vessels gives up and can longer hold them in, a horror beyond imagination is unleashed on Earth.

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Keres: hey, your dad called. Said he's coming to visit with Jody and Donna.

*Confused Sam and Dean noises*

Dean: Our dad?

Keres: Yeah

Sam: let me see your phone. *checks ID* oh! She means Bobby.

Keres: Yeah, your dad.

Dean: Bobby's not-

Keres *death glare*: I said what I said. Your DAD will be here soon.

Sam: Keres. Bobby's

Keres: Your dad. I know. Now you better clean out some rooms for YOUR DAD and Moms.

Sam: uh...

Dean: let it go...

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vallygirl285 · 2 years

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In The Beginning Updated

What if Jo was actually Bobby’s niece and she grew up with the Winchesters. What if John was a bastard and realized before it was too late that he could still be a caring father. What if John was given a second chance at love. What if Dean and Sam had a woman in their life that loved them as much as possible.

Through it all Jo and Dean knew they are always meant for each other.

Photo of Jensen is from Pure Fandom and the photo of Alona is from Alona’s Instagram.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16

Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32

Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36

Chapter 37

#chestervelle #chestervelle fan fiction #dean winchester #jo harvelle #Sam Winchester #Jo and Dean and Sam #john winchester #bobby singer #John Winchester & OC #Jo and Dean #jo x dean #SPN #spn fanfiction #supernatural

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My angel | Castiel |

Chapter 2

*knock knock*

"So, where is it?" A girl with black hair and a tank top opens the door

"Where's what?" I question

"the pizza that takes two guys to deliver" she says sarcastically

"I think we got the wrong room" Dean sighs out

"Hey is-" Sam says coming out from around the corner

"Hey, ya, Sammy" Dean says smiling, Sam breathing heavily looking at him in shock, Dean goes towards him for a hug but Sam jumps into action taking out a knife and pinning Dean against the wall, bobby jumping in pulling Sam off him

"Who are you!" Sam shouts trying to get out of Bobby's hold

"Like you didn't do this" Dean says angrily

"Do what?!" Sam continues shouting

"It's him Sam, it's him, I've been through this already it's really him" Bobby says still holding Sam back

"But..." Sam starts to calm down

"I know, I look fantastic" Dean says smiling walking towards him Sam just looks at him for a second before hugging him tightly

"So, are you to like....together?" We all look to the girl in the corner

"What? No, he's my brother" Sam smiles

"O-oh got it...I guess, look I should probably go" she says awkwardly

"Yeah-yeah probably a good idea..sorry" Sam sighs out, she collects her clothes Sam also getting dressed while we stand there awkwardly

"So call me?" she says heading out the door

"Yeah, yeah sure thing Kathy" Sam says

"Christie" she corrects

"Right" they stand there awkwardly for a second before she leaves, Sam closes the door coming over to sit down as we all look at him suspiciously

"So tell us what'd it cost?" I question angrily pissed at the fact he hasn't even acknowledged me

"The girl? I don't pay Mia" he looks at me laughing my face screwing up in disgust

"Not funny Sam, to bring me back what'd it cost? Was it just your soul of was it something worse?" Dean takes over

"You think I made a deal?"

"That's exactly what we think" I say

"Well I didn't" he sounds honest but if he didn't bring dean back, who did?

"Don't lie to us" Dean says seriously

"I'm not lying" Sam looks up at him

"So, what now? I'm off the hook and your on is that it? Your some demons bitch boy, I didn't wanna be saved like this"

"Look, Dean I wish I had done it, all right?" Sam stands up but when he does Dean grabs him by the shirt harshly

"There's no other way that this could have gone down now tell the truth!" Dean yells, Sam pushing him off

"I tried everything that's the truth, I tried opening the devils gate, hell I tried to bargain Dean but no demon would deal all right....you were rotting in hell for months-for months and I couldn't stop it so I'm sorry it wasn't me...Dean I'm sorry" Sam finish's sadly

"It's okay Sammy...you don't have to apologize I believe you" Dean sighs out

"Don't get wrong I'm gladden that Sam's soul remains intact, but that does raise a sticky question" Bobby speaks up

"If he didn't pull Dean out, then what did?" I say confused.

We all sit down, Sam handing Dean and Bobby a beer

"So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Dean asks taking a swig of his drink

"Well once I figured out I couldn't save you....i started hunting Lilith down, trying to get some payback" Sam says

"All by yourself?" I question still angry he didn't call once

"Yeah I'm-I'm sorry Mia and Bobby I should have called, I was pretty messed up" Sam sighs out not even sounding sorry

"Oh like I wasn't you fucking asshole" I spit back

"Mia..." Sam trails off not knowing what to say

"Whatever Sam" is say tearing up a bit, Bobby rubbing my shoulder

"I know a girl her names Pamela she could probably help with something like this" Bobby says to us

"Well what are we waiting for" I say swallowing my feelings, walking out the door them following me

We get in baby for the first time in a year and it's like coming home I sit in the back smiling

"What the hell is that?" Dean says looking at technology in his old car

"That's an iPod jack" Sam says smiling

"You were supposed to take care of her not douche her up" Dean says annoyed

"Dean I thought the car was mine" Sam scoffs, Dean just looks away rolling his eyes starting the car driving off

"There's still one thing that's bothering me" Dean speaks up after a couple minutes on the road

"Yeah?" I say

"Yeah the night that I got bit, how'd you two make it out? I thought Lilith was gonna kill you guys to" He says looking at Sam i just sit back in my seat knowing Dean will not react well to what happened

"We'll, she tried to kill Mia but I jumped in front of her but when I did nothing happened, she couldn't kill me"

"what do you mean she couldn't?" Dean says confused

"She fired this like burning light at me and...it didn't leave a scratch like I was immune or something" Sam says looking at Dean

"Immune?" He questions

"Yeah I don't know who was more surprised her or us, she left pretty fast after that"

"Huh" Dean sighs out

"What about queen of bitches ruby were is she?" I ask Sam

"Dead or in hell"

"So you've been using your freaky e.s.p stuff?" Dean questions and even though I'm not on the best terms with Sam I kick Deans seat for calling him freaky

"No" Sam says but I can tell there’s something more to it

"Sure about that? I mean now that you've got immunity, whatever the hell that is" i say sighing

"What other wierdo crap you got going on" Dean says bluntly

"Dean!" I scold him

"It's ok Mia" Sam smiles at me thankfully I just roll my eyes still mad at him

~~~time skip~~~

"Bobby!" A pretty woman comes out smiling hugging him

"Your a sight for sore eyes" Bobby smiles

"So, are you the kids he always talks about?" She says looking us up and down

"Sam, dean, Mia-Pamela Barnes best damn psychic in the state" Bobby says, we all say hi

"Mm,mm,mm" she says looking at us hungrily

"Dean Winchester out of the fire and back in the frying pain, huh? Makes you a rare individual" Pamela says

"if you say so" Dean replies

"Come on in" she says leading us into her house

"So you hear anything?" Bobby asks

"Well I quija-ed my way through a dozen spirits no one seems to know who broke your boy out or why" she sighs out

"So what's next" I say

"a seance I think, see if we can see who did the deed" she says

"Your not gonna summon the damn thing here?" Bobby questions

"No I just wanna get a sneak peak at it, like a crystal ball without the crystal"

"I'm game" I say she smiles at me leading us to a table and laying a cloth down on it, setting up some candles, and turning the lights off having us all sit down

“Take each others hands, and I need to touch something our mystery monster touched” Pamela says, we all look at Dean as he pulls up his shirt sleeve reviling the handprint

“Ok” she says as she places her hand on it closing her eyes

“I invoke, conjure, and command you to appear unto me before this circle” she says repeating it a couple times before the tv turns on and the table starts to shake

“Castiel?” She says I look at her questioningly

“No sorry castiel I don’t scare easy” she says challenging it

“Castiel?” I ask

“Its name, it’s whispering to me to turn back, I conjure and command you show me your face” she repeats

“Maybe we should stop” Bobby says worriedly

“I almost got it” she says quickly going back to repeating

“Show me your face now!” She yells but all of a sudden the candles light up and she’s screaming her eyes burning white as she passes out

“Call 911!” Bobby yells to us who look in shock, Sam goes and grabs the phone as we huddle around Pamela

“I can’t see” she sobs me and Bobby looking at each other confused, what the hell just happened and who’s castiel?

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When the Sun Sets - Part 3

In-Between

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), sam winchester, dean winchester, alastair

Summary:

the winchesters after the death of the middle child. oh, and hell.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, vague mention of not eating for a while, slightly suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 8, following canon stops after the end of season 2, but things are definitely going to be mentioned.

Word Count:

2.1k ~ roughly

A/N:

ahhh this one, i love this one. trigger warning for torture. POV switches a few times.

italics = flashback.

dean: 28, morgan: 27, sam: 24

It was all too much.

"I'm not gonna let you go to Hell, Mo!" Sam, the middle Winchester, said as his tears betrayed him.

Morgan wouldn't let them save her. She didn't even let them try. After what felt like a lifetime of them protecting her, she wouldn't accept any more of it. Sam and Dean Winchester used every outlet, read every book they could find twice and called every hunter they knew to find some way to get her out of this with no luck. Their last ditch effort, was doomed to end just end the way they dreaded the most; with the middle child being scratched and ripped to shreds by hellhounds.

She made a deal with the devil. Now her fate was sealed.

“Yes, you are.”

One shot.

The old grandfather clock struck midnight and marked the close of a year, bringing the siblings to silence. It was an earthquake confined to the small room and Dean wasn't positive, but he thought he could see the sound waves as they pulsed and thumped. He could feel them in his bones, leaving them shattered in their wake. He felt his stomach rise up to his throat at the pang. He couldn't control the way his heart started to pound, like it would explode out of his chest.

The demon was next to his sister, and expressed her sympathies, but Morgan couldn't peel her eyelids up to look at her. Eyes the color of the sky had filled with tears, sticking to her lashes. He knew that if she blinked, they'd fall, and the fallacy she'd created - that this case was just a run-of-the-mill salt and burn - would be destroyed.

Then, when she flinched without warning, he knew she was hearing them. Fatal and hungry. Her voice broke through the tauntingly ominous quiet, and somehow it's worse than the damn clock.

“Hellhounds.”

Another one.

Morgan's voice was familiar to her brothers, but it was deeper than usual. Full of gravel, and it lacked the authority it usually held. It was hollow and horse and full of fear, something Sam and Dean didn't want to hear from their sister again. Sam's face was nearly a replica when he spoke, asking how she could hear it, and where it was coming from.

Then they were running. Doing everything they could to get her away from the dogs that wanted to pull her soul from her body piece by piece, atom by atom, back to Hell with them for eternal damnation. They made it into a small office, Sam, Ruby and Morgan holding the door shut, keeping the hounds out while Dean put a barrier line on the floor and windows so they couldn't get in right away. It was a futile effort, maybe it would buy them a few seconds, but it wasn't fucking enough.

The bourbon slid down his throat, smooth and warm, a burn that matched the sting in his eyes. The tears threatened to fall as he let out a shaky exhale and tried to breathe past the tightening in his throat. No matter what he did, no matter how much he drank, nothing would free him from the memory. He knew it wasn't going away, but he was determined to keep at it until he couldn't remember his sister's name anymore.

Morgan's screams echoed through their ears, pulsing and tearing at them again and again until it hurts their own vocal cords. They stared, not making a sound, just watching their sister get torn apart until she couldn't breathe. Until they couldn't breathe. Dean thought that, maybe in some corner of reality, Sam was saying something but his pleas continue to go ignored. Dean could only sit with his knees to the floor - and not just because Lilith wasn't letting him move.

Her blood was everywhere; the floor, the walls, some on his legs. The clatter of a knife hitting the floor went unnoticed. The youngest Winchester's cries as he held the motionless body didn't exist.

There was nothing except the ringing in Dean's ears.

There was nothing but a body that was getting cold and he couldn't tell if it was Morgan's or his.

Who the hell cares how long ago it was? There were some things time couldn't heal. And even Dean couldn’t deny that the past was harder to deal with when the sun sets.

The bartender gave him an incredulous gaze as he motioned for more, it was a look that told him he was probably close to finishing the bottle. A look he had been getting a lot lately. He wanted to retort rudely but even the alcohol couldn't weaken his exceptional ability to keep his mouth shut.

A brush of red hair suddenly entered his peripheral vision. He turned to see a woman, probably twenty-nine or thirty, definitely not much older or younger than him. She wore a sleeveless red flannel tied up at her ribs, denim shorts with the pockets sticking out at the front that barely left anything to the imagination, a light brown cowboy hat with matching boots and a belt. Practically every other redneck chick ever, Dean thought, but I'm not complaining.

Dean sat a bit confused for a moment when the girl didn't say anything. She just stood there, right next to him, too close - in an under-crowded bar no less - to pretend she didn't have any intentions. He guessed that the blonde was trying to put together a coherent pick-up line before she spoke. When she finally decided to talk, her words were kind of slurred together and very accented, but not too much where the eldest Winchester was worried about taking advantage. If anything, he rationalized, I'm drunker. He practically grew up drinking, given his family, and learned how to handle booze early on.

"What's a guy like you doin' in a place like this?"

"It took you two 'n a half minutes to come up with that? What are you? A guy?"

"Hey," She chuckled. "Gimme a break, been drinkin' a bit."

Dean eyed her up and down a second time, making it blatantly obvious he was checking her out. He hummed and nodded, silently giving the girl his approval. "Clearly."

The woman wasn't really clean, with dirt under her chipped finger nails that suggested she didn't ever wash her hands. There was a sheen of soot all over her exposed skin. Which there was a lot of, but again, he was not complaining. She kind of looked gross if Dean had anything to say about it. But she had a nice enough face and she was his type on paper: skinny with an ass, curly hair.

Plus, it wasn't like he hadn't gone a week without showering before. And come to think of it, that had become way less rare over the past few months.

So who was he to judge?

Sam Winchester used to give his siblings a hard time for how much they drank. But honestly? He got it now. As he had his mouth to Ruby's wrist, guzzling down her blood for the fourth time that night, he wondered why he didn't try it sooner. Well, he knew why. Because the thought of ingesting demon blood was foreign to just about everyone. It made him feel alive, helped him forget. Or it at least distracted him enough to the point where couldn't even begin to think about it. Kept his ass from bouncing off the walls when thinking about his sister or the last time he saw Dean became too much.

He hadn't seen Dean in months, and he almost didn't want to. The two of them were so far removed from each other that by that point, he didn't know how to break the ice. He didn't know if Dean even wanted him to.

He was stuck, picturing Morgan tied up, being tortured, because of him. Because she just had to go and save him. There was nothing he could do about it anymore. There was no getting her out of Hell. He had already tried to make a deal, and he didn't even have to wonder if Dean did too. There was nothing the Winchester brothers wouldn't do for their sister. But the sheer fact that there wasn't anything left for them to try was enough to keep him locked in that fucked up cycle with Ruby.

Hook up with her, drink her blood, kill some demons, increase his skill, repeat.

What else could he do?

Morgan Winchester was dead. She didn't know exactly for how many Earth years, but in Hell time, it'd been six thousand.

The first forty years were doable, being strung up on the rack was doable. The whips, her fingernail's being torn off, the knives slowly cutting away at her. She could handle it. She could even handle the psychological torture, having her hallucinate her siblings and parents, coming in and telling her what they truly thought of her. All things she had already known, and had already believed. But it was when they upped the anti, that she started to crack. It was when demons started doing all of that and more as her family. When they stopped using tools and started using their hands, she had truly begun to break. There was another fifteen years of that.

And when she finally gave up, it had become her job to do it to someone else.

Alastair was a damn good teacher, she had to give it to him. He had been the one to torture her, and he basked in the glory of turning a Winchester into a demon. It took about three thousand more Hell years, but she finally finished the program. Two thousand tortured souls under her belt to her teacher's satisfaction.

Demons started torturing to avoid being tortured themselves. They were the result of going to Hell and having all humanity burned out of their human soul. They were dark, malicious spirits that reveled in pain, chaos and death. Ruby had told Morgan that most demons forgot what it meant to be human. Some even forget that they were humans in the first place. She had learned some demons were true believers, though, in Hell's purpose. To cleanse. And they truly believed themselves morally superior to humans.

But after another thousand years, she started having fun.

She had only wished that by the time she was down there and playing her latest game on the next soul, she could've gotten the chance to torture her father. Get her grimy hands on his skin and tear it off of him cell by cell. Then she heard Sam was down there, too, and she would've been upset, had she not known he was locked up in the cage with Lucifer. She knew she was good at her job, but compared Lucifer and Michael? Even as a demon, her ego hadn't grown that big.

And then she got to pick her own name, and all bets were off.

On Earth, Adriadne had never seen a demon's true form. Now down in the pit, where they roamed freely and carelessly, she didn't flinch at the sight of them. When her soul had started changing, becoming stickier, malleable, and black, she almost second guessed her decision to get off the rack. But at the same time, her memories of her time on Earth were starting to fade. They started twisting into her memories of being tortured - becoming one in the same.

Recently, she had heard a few more things. One; that Dean Winchester, someone she couldn't quite put her finger on, was in purgatory with an angel. Two; that Crowley was not only the king of Hell, but he was granting certain demons passage to Earth for a little joyride upstairs. Three; that he was restoring their old bodies, if in decent enough shape.

Eventually, Adriadne, no longer remembered her real name. Adriadne was who she is, was and what she would always be, for the rest of time. Where there used to be normal human eyes there was only darkness. No pupil, no cornea, no whites of the eyes; everything was just black.

She did remember there were people on Earth that used to love her, and she remembered the physical aspects to being human. Having to eat and sleep and breathe, but not much else. There was something about needing connection with another human that meant something to them, but it was lost on her.

But as she tried to remember the smallest bit about who she used to be, she realized it was pointless. Why would she try to remember when she was powerless? When she had no purpose, no duty?

She figured that maybe a trip upstairs in her original meat suit might be fun. She couldn’t find a reason not to.

Why wouldn’t she take the chance to feel the sun on her skin?

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