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Phantom Traveler | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, namecalling, typical Dean and reader

Word Count: 8289

A/N: Hi guys. I've been overwhelmed with love these past few weeks. Just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading. You guys are fucking awesome; I'm so grateful. I hope y'all enjoy this week's episode! Asks/requests/taglists are open!!!

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You were sound asleep, curled up into yourself when a knock on the door brought you out of your slumber.

“(Y/N)?”

‘Sam.’

“I got coffee, thought you could use some,” he called through the door.

You pushed yourself up out of the bed as you yawned, and walked over to the door of your motel room to open it for Sam.

“Dude, you realize it’s six in the morning, right?” You scratched your head as you let Sam into the room.

“You sound like my brother.”

You playfully glared at him. “Don’t compare me to him.”

“Here.” He handed you a coffee and a bag of what you assumed was a pastry.

“Thanks,” you replied, sitting on your bed with your stuff in hand.

Sam sat on the chair across from you. “Still haven’t warmed up to Dean, huh?”

“Well, he hasn’t exactly warmed up to me,” you reminded him, thinking of the fight you got into yesterday over his reckless driving.

“Guess that’s true,” he conceded. “It’s weird, though, you guys are so much more alike than you let on.”

“Tell that to him. He started it.” You took a big bite of your pastry.

“Seriously?” Sam laughed, “ ‘He started it’?”

You shrugged, smirking.

He seemed to remember his original intention behind disturbing your slumber. “Hey, he found a case, though.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s up?” You licked the pastry cream off your thumb.

“We don’t know. The guy on the phone didn’t say.” Sam raised his coffee cup to his lips.

“Guy on the phone?” You took a sip of your coffee as you let Sam answer.

“Yeah. Some guy my dad and Dean worked a case for a while back’s got another one for us. He called Dean.”

“Ah—” you nodded, “—gotcha. So, where’s he live?”

“Pennsylvania,” Sam responded.

“Okay, not too far,” you noted. “I’ll be ready in fifteen.”

***

“Thanks for making the trip so quick,” a short older man named Jerry told you and the boys. “I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out.”

You were walking beside Sam as you followed behind the man who was having you do this job. You were being led through a warehouse past planes as well as their parts and people hard at work.

“Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?” Sam asked the older man.

Someone walking in front of your group was eavesdropping on you. “Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie.”

“Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking,” Jerry stated authoritatively to the man. He turned his attention back to the conversation. “Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart.” He addressed Dean. “Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?” He’d turned to Sam.

“Yeah, I was. I'm— taking some time off,” Sam explained.

“Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time.”

“He did?” Knowing what you knew about Sam’s relationship with his dad, you found this surprising, too.

“Yeah, you bet he did,” Jerry nodded. “Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?”

“He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now,” Dean lied.

“Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and— what’s your name again?” he asked you.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N). Even trade, huh?”

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that,” you laughed.

“Say, (Y/N), how’d you get wrapped up with these two?” Jerry asked.

“Oh, uh—” you began, searching for an abridged version of the truth, “—I met them on a hunt in California. They decided to drag me along with them.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. The guys are gonna need backup with this one,” Jerry said.

“Why?”

He did not give a direct answer to your question. “I got something I want you guys to hear.”

He led you to his office where you and Sam took the two chairs and Dean stood behind his brother.

”I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley,” Jerry stated, putting a CD into a drive. “Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours.”

A frantic voice immediately rang out from the speaker as soon as the recording started. “Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britannia 2485—” the recording cut out with a static sound, “—immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message—” and cut out again, “—May be experiencing some mechanical failure—” and then cut out one last time. The man’s voice was completely drowned out by static, whooshing, and growling sounds.

“Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south,” Jerry continued. “Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh… well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault.”

“You don't think it was?” Sam questioned him.

“No, I don't.”

“Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors,” Sam listed.

“Alright,” the man replied.

“And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?” Dean inquired.

“The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage… guys— and gal— the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance.” Jerry shook his head.

You frowned.

“No problem,” Dean declared.

You gave him a questioning look to which he shrugged off.

***

“How fucking long does it take to make a fake ID?” you groaned, falling back across the backseat of the Impala. You and Sam had found a way to isolate the EVP on Sam’s computer, having gotten a copy of the tape from Jerry.

“I don’t know,” Sam responded. “But I’m gonna lose it if it’s much longer.”

“Same here.” At that moment, Dean walked out of the Copy Jack the Impala was sitting in front of as a pretty woman walked into the store. They greeted each other before Dean walked over to you and his brother.

“Dude,” you started, “You’ve been in there forever.”

“Wah-wah,” he whined, mocking you. “You can’t rush perfection.” He held up three IDs.

“Homeland Security?” Sam questioned as he took one of the IDs. “That's pretty illegal, even for us.”

“Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times,” Dean pointed out as he got into the car.

“Alright, so, what do you got?” Dean asked his brother as he flicked your ID back at you. It hit you square in the side of the head.

“Dude, really?” you hissed, aggravation clear in your tone.

“Shh,” the older Winchester hushed you as he waited for Sam to answer.

“Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder,” Sam explained.

“Yeah?”

“Listen.”

The isolated voice of what you were dealing with came through the recording scratchy and backed by demonic growling sounds. “No survivors!”

“ ’No survivors’?” Dean asked. “What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.”

You shrugged.

Dean let out a sigh. “So, what are we thinking? A haunted flight?”

“There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers,” Sam began.

Dean hummed in affirmation. “Or remember flight 401?”

“Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights.”

“I don’t know, guys,” you stated skeptically. “Ghost just doesn’t feel right.”

“Well, thanks for your optimism, sunshine,” Dean quipped.

“It’s not about optimism, you asshole, it’s about being right and dealing with whatever we’re up against properly,” you pushed back.

“Know-it-all,” the older Winchester replied.

“Fuck off, Winchester.”

He let out a breath and turned his attention back to the case.“Alright, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?”

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey,” you said.

“I wasn’t talking to you, but why him?”

You glared at Dean. “Because if anybody saw something weird, he did. I talked to his mom while you were spending forever in the store. She said some pretty weird shit and told me where to find him. He was so screwed up, he checked himself into the hospital.”

***

You and the Winchesters walked beside Max Jaffey, who hobbled on a cane, through the Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital’s garden.

“I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security,” Max told your trio.

“Right. Some new information has come up,” Dean lied. “So if you could just answer a couple questions...”

“Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything… unusual?” Sam questioned.

Max looked confused. “Like what?”

“Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices,” Dean offered.

“No, nothing.”

Seeing as no one was getting anywhere with this investigation, you tried your hand at it. “Mr. Jaffey, you checked yourself in here, right?”

He nodded at you.

“Why?”

“Uh, I was a little stressed,” he said sarcastically. “I survived a plane crash.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded. “And that’s what scared you? That’s what screwed you up so badly?”

You could tell you were close to the answers you were after as he swallowed uncomfortably. “I— I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

“I know, but I also know you saw something up there,” you continued. “We need to know what.”

“No.” Max shook his head. “No, I was… delusional. Seeing things.”

“He was seeing things,” Dean half-mocked him.

You shot a warning glance at Dean, hoping to get him to shut up.

“It's okay,” you coaxed. “Just tell us what you thought you saw, please.”

“There was… this—man. And, uh, he had these… eyes—these, uh, black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him...” he trailed off, stopping as he recounted the events.

“What?” Dean asked.

“He opened the emergency exit,” Max explained. “But that's— that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.”

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, clearly confused.

“This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?” Sam asked.

Max quirked his head at the younger Winchester. “What are you, nuts? He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.”

***

“I think we can rule out phantom traveler,” you noted as you got out of the car in front of the Phelps’s house. You were going to visit the wife of George Phelps, the man who opened the emergency exit.

“Why?” Dean asked.

“You heard Jaffey. He said the dude had black eyes. Opened a fucking emergency exit on his own. ‘Black eyes’ points me to demon.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Demons?”

“I mean, it makes sense,” Sam shrugged. “He could be a demon. He might be some kind of a creature, too, in human form.”

“Does that look like a creature's lair to you?” Dean questioned as he gestured toward the house that was representative of the essence of suburban houses. From its beautiful garden to the cobblestone steps to the beige paint coating the outside of the two-story building.

Sam shrugged and began leading your trio up the steps of the house.

Once inside, you three sat across from Mrs. Phelps on the couch while she sat in an armchair.

Sam picked a picture of Mrs. Phelps and an older man up off of the side table. “This is your late husband?” he asked.

“Yes, that was my George.”

“And you said he was a dentist?” Dean questioned.

She hummed in affirmation. “He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that...”

Sam asked another question. “How long were you married?”

“Thirteen years.”

You could tell Sam was contemplating how to ask his next question. “In all that time, did you ever notice anything… strange about him; anything out of the ordinary?”

She paused for a moment. “Well, uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.”

You nodded, clicking your tongue. “I think that’s all we have for you, Mrs. Phelps. Thank you for your time.”

She showed all of you out, and you piped up as you walked down the stairs outside of the house.

“Demon’s sounding more and more correct all the time,” you smiled, trying to joke around.

“Jesus, you’re annoying,” Dean groaned.

“And you’re a misogynistic dick that can’t handle women with brains,” you responded.

“What, are we gonna duke this out now?” Dean stopped by the door of the car, facing you.

You stood by the backseat’s door. “You started it,” you taunted childishly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared back at him.

“Really?” he leered. “You’re gonna pull that card? Mature.”

“You act like you’re any better.”

“Guys—” Sam tried to cut in, but Dean continued to fight with you.

“You’re such a bitch.”

“Wow, haven’t heard that one before,” you drawled.

“Guys! You can fight later. Wrong place, wrong time to sort this out,” Sam chastised you and Dean like you were children.

You got in the car and slammed the door behind you.

“Don’t hurt my baby ‘cause you’re pissed,” Dean scolded you as he started to pull the car away.

“Just drive, asshole,” you grumbled in frustration as you slumped down in your seat. The rest of the car ride to the local outlet mall was silent.

***

You had never felt more confident. Despite the fact that you could have worn the one dress you already had to pose as homeland security, you decided to treat yourself to a new outfit to distract from your aggravation with Dean.

The boys had gone to a suit shop called “Mort’s for Style,” and you went into a dress shop called “Betsy’s.” It was a cute little shop with a lot of great dress and pantsuit options.

You had picked out a navy blue pantsuit. You wore a white button-up underneath the blazer with the top two buttons undone to accentuate your breasts. The blazer was unbuttoned, and the high-waisted, straight-legged pants you wore matched the black color of your blazer. With the white button-up tucked into your pants and the small amount of makeup you threw on to draw attention to your eyes and lips, you felt good.

Once you had paid for your clothing, you walked out of the shop and back to the Impala. Surprisingly, the boys were not there waiting for you.

You leaned your back against the car, picking out the grit from under your nails.

You looked up when you heard Dean’s voice. “Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.”

Both of the boys were dressed in sharp, black suits. You almost lost your breath at the sight of Dean, but fought yourself to keep your composure. You would not give him the satisfaction of knowing you found him attractive.

“No, you don't,” Sam told him. “You look more like a seventh-grader at his first dance.”

You laughed at the younger brother’s jeer. “What took you girls so long?” you asked once you got in the Impala. “I thought you two would’ve beat me out the store by a long shot.”

“Dean wouldn’t leave the dressing room,” Sam said dryly.

“Seriously?” you droned.

You and Sam both looked to Dean, who did not answer immediately. When he finally spoke, he complained, “I hate this thing.”

“Hey,” Sam stared. “You want into that warehouse or not?”

Dean rolled his eyes as he continued to drive along.

You steeled your nerves as your black, pointed-toe pumps clicked across the warehouse floor. Your trio was headed to the security guard that would allow you in to see the wreckage.

You held the clipboard you had stowed in your bag close to your chest, acting as some sort of a recorder for the boys. The three of you flashed your badges at the security guard, who nodded and allowed you into the hangar where the wreckage was being kept.

There was a large map of what the plane should look like painted onto the floor, and the parts that corresponded to the different portions of the map were laid in their proper spots. There were wires hung on fences and broken interior parts of the plane laid on tables. The most heartbreaking things for you to look at were the torn passengers’ seats because most of the people who had been in them were now dead.

You looked over at Dean, who had earbuds in and was moving a small box over the tops of the wreckage.

“What’s that?” you asked him.

“It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies.”

You got closer to him, noticing what the object appeared to be. “I know what an EMF meter is; I’m not stupid. But why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?”

“ 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade,” he grinned.

“Yeah, I can see that,” you quipped.

His grin disappeared. “Bitch.”

“Dick.”

You once again fought the pain in your chest when he called you a bitch. In all honesty, you thought his homemade EMF meter was cute. However, you were too far gone in your war with him to surrender now.

Dean ran the Walkman over a piece of the wreckage with black spores and yellow dust on it. You could hear the faint sound of a spike on the meter through Dean’s headphones.

“Check out the emergency door handle,” Dean called to Sam.

Sam came over to where you and Dean stood as the older brother scratched at the dust to get some on his hand.

“What is this stuff?” Dean asked.

One way to find out.” You saw the younger of the two brothers start scraping some of the dust into a small bag.

“We need to go,” you told the boys. You weren’t sure what told you that, but you just suddenly felt unsettled. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention, and every muscle in your body tensed. You started off toward the exit in the back of the warehouse.

“Wait, (Y/N), what if we’re missin’ something?” Dean questioned, clearly aggravated you were ready to ditch already.

“Too bad, we gotta go.” You kept walking toward the exit, making it out of the door and around the backside of the building.

At that moment, an alarm started blaring through the area surrounding the warehouse.

You turned around to look at the boys as you gloated, “I’m not gonna say, ‘I told you so’!“ Not bothering to rip your shoes off of your feet, you took off running to the gated exit.

Sam and Dean were quick to follow you and soon passed you up. The older brother took off his suit jacket and threw it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence. You did the same with your blazer. After quickly taking off your pumps to avoid hurting yourself when you jumped from the top of the gate, you threw yourself over the fence. The other two did the same.

Sam grabbed your blazer that you were too small to reach from the top of the fence as Dean found it within himself to remark, “Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.”

You ran after the two boys, heels and blazer in hand as the jagged rocks in the cement cut into your feet. As soon as you shut the door to the car, Dean slammed on the gas pedal.

He tore out of the warehouse’s parking lot, speeding down the road to head toward Jerry’s workplace.

"(Y/N),” Sam started, turning in his seat to face you with a curious expression on his face, “how did you know that?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. My intuition’s just always been pretty sharp.” You were being honest; there had been a few times on hunts previously when you’d known it was time to get the hell out of dodge.

“Hm.” You could tell Dean still didn’t trust you.

“Dude, I don’t know what else to tell you. That’s the truth,” you countered. “I’ve been helping you guys with your dad for almost two months now, and you still don’t trust me. I don’t know what more to do for you.”

“Maybe because I don’t know you,” he responded, never taking his eyes off the road.

“Maybe if you tried to know me, you’d find it a little easier to trust me,” you answered.

“Not interested,” came Dean’s grumbled response.

You tried your best to ignore the pang that went through your chest once more. “Of course not.”

***

You refused to speak to or even look at Dean; your frustration with the fact that he had no desire to know you and his general existence boiling to the surface. You could feel his stare burning into the side of your head as you focused on Jerry, who sat in front of you. He was looking through a microscope on his desk at the yellow dust Sam had collected.

“Huh,” Jerry remarked. “This stuff is covered in sulfur.”

“You're sure?” Sam asked.

“Take a look for yourself,” Jerry offered, getting up from behind the desk so Sam could take his place.

Banging sounds along with a string of curse words caught your ear as Jerry sighed.

“If you guys will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire,” he dryly stated, walking out of the office.

You got up from the chair you were sitting in next to Dean. “See?” you started excitedly, gesturing toward the sulfur, “Demons.”

“That would explain how one guy had the strength to open up the emergency exit,” Sam added.

“This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?” Dean put his hands on his hips as he stood. “You ever heard of something like this before?”

Sam looked over at his brother, who responded, “Never.”

“Well, I have,” you said simply.

They both looked to you to continue.

“In NYC a couple years back. Some cabbies had gotten possessed and were takin’ girls left and right.”

“Those were demons?” Sam asked, standing up from behind Jerry’s desk. “That was a huge deal on the news while I was at Stanford. Police thought it was a serial killer. You took ‘em on all by yourself?”

“I’m a big girl, Sam,” you chuckled. “I can handle a few demons. But, yeah, that was me. That was probably the toughest case I’ve ever been on. Finding where those demons had taken those girls after they drugged them in the cabs... where they were raped and murdered...” You shook your head, your cheery expression gone.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Sam told you gently.

Your eyes were glued to the floor, hands on your hips with not a bit of life in your voice as you muttered, “All in a day’s work.”

Sam had asked you to tell him and Dean everything you knew about demons once you got back to the Winchesters’ motel room. Sam sat at the table close to the window while Dean sat on the bed closest to his brother. You stood in front of the two as you spoke.

“Demons exist in every religion in every world culture. With the ones that I was dealing with up in New York, they were most similar to Incubi from early Christian religion. Incubi raped sleeping girls. These demons drugged the girls to put them to sleep, then they raped them, and then they murdered them. What I’m thinking for these demons is that they’re most similar to certain Japanese demons. I had to look into these when I was trying to figure out how to kill the NYC demons. The Japanese believe demons cause certain disasters, whether it be natural or man-made. Some cause earthquakes, others cause disease—”

“And this one causes plane crashes?” Dean deadpanned, cutting you off.

You ignored him. “Demons are having to find new ways to ratchet up the body count. Like with me in New York, Incubi can’t go about their old methods anymore. This demon probably evolved with the times like the Incubi did, and so it figured plane crashes were the best way to get its job done.”

Dean snorted, getting up from. the bed and turning away from you and his brother.

“What?” Sam asked.

He turned around, scratching the back of his neck. “I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death, and destruction for its own sake. This is big. And I wish Dad was here.”

“Yeah. Me too,” the younger Winchester admitted.

Dean’s phone rang, and he answered it. “Hello?... Oh, hey, Jerry… Wha— Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?... Where'd this happen?... I'll try to ignore the irony in that… Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon.”

He hung up the phone.

“Another crash?” Sam questioned, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah. Let's go.”

“Where?”

“Nazareth.”

‘Ah, there’s the irony.’

***

After leaving the horrendous scene of Chuck’s plane crash, you and the boys went back to Jerry’s office. Once again, Jerry confirmed that the dust you had taken from the steering wheel of Chuck’s plane was, in fact, sulfur.

“Well, that's great,” Dean sassed. “Alright, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him.”

“If that's the case, that would be the good news,” you chimed in. You looked up to the sky, addressing the pilot. “No offense, Chuck.”

“What's the bad news?” Jerry asked you.

“Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into the flight, just like 2485,” you informed the older man.

“Forty minutes?” Chuck inquired. “What does that mean?”

“It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death,” Dean said.

“I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in,” Sam explained.

"Any survivors?” the older Winchester questioned his brother.

“No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason.” Sam turned to you after thinking for a moment. “On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?”

“ ‘No survivors,’ “ you realized. “It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job.”

Dean drove the Impala down an empty highway.

Sam was on the phone with one of the survivors from the plane crash, the conversation almost over. “Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks.” He hung up the phone. “All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon.”

“That leaves the flight attendant, Amanda Walker,” you commented.

“Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight P.M. It's her first night back on the job,” Sam told you and his brother.

“That sounds like just our luck,” Dean grumbled.

“Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel,” Sam said worriedly.

“Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass,” Dean tried.

“I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off.”

“God, we're never gonna make it,” you shook your head, leaning back in the seat as you scrubbed a hand through your hair.

“We'll make it,” the older brother countered, slamming his foot on the gas.

Somehow, someway, Dean had managed to get to the airport at ten minutes to seven.

You jumped up out of the car, taking your gun out of your pants and stashing it under the backseat.

“What are you doing?”

You still did not feel like talking to Dean but answered him shortly nonetheless. “We’re going into an airport.”

Dean finally caught onto what you meant and took all of his weapons off of him, too. “I feel naked.”

You fought the smile threatening to creep up your face.

You rushed into the airport just behind the boys, squeezing your way through the crowd of people to get to the departure board.

“Right there,” Sam pointed out. “They're boarding in thirty minutes.”

“Okay. We still have some cards to play,” Dean paused, thinking for a moment. “We need to find a phone.”

He found a courtesy phonw on the wall, picking it up. “Hi. Gate thirteen… I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um… flight 4-2-4.”

He waited impatiently for Amanda to pick up the phone. When she finally did, he began speaking again.

“Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here… Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so—” His face fell, his eyes widening a touch. “You what?... Uh, well… there must be some mistake—”

Sam went around his brother to try to get a closer listen.

After a longer pause, Dean let out a sigh of relief and smiled. “...Guilty as charged… He's really sorry… Yeah, but… he really needs to see you tonight, so—... Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic… Oh, yeah… No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!” Dean slammed the phone back onto the receiver. “Damn it! So close.”

"Alright, time for plan B. We're getting on that plane,” you stated firmly.

“Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second.” For the first time since you met him, Dean looked scared.

“Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash,” Sam argued.

“I know.” He looked conflicted.

“Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You and (Y/N) get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes.”

Dean looked at Sam blankly, evidently a little anxious.

“Are you okay?” the younger Winchester asked.

Dean hesitated. “No, not really.”

“What? What's wrong?”

“Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh...”

“Flying?” you cut in.

“It's never really been an issue until now,” he told you.

“You're joking, right?” Sam huffed.

“Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?” he spat.

For the first time since you met him, you didn’t feel like mocking him about his fear of planes.

“Okay, then (Y/N) and I’ll go,” Sam proposed.

Dean shook his head. “What?”

“We’ll handle this one.”

“What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash.”

“Dean, we can do it together, or I can do this one with (Y/N). I'm not seeing a third option, here.”

Dean scratched his head. “Come on! Really? Man...”

Dean walked much faster than you did toward the car to get supplies, clearly trying to leave you in his dust.

“Would you slow down a bit, please?” you asked.

“Why should I?”

“Because even if you get to the car before me, you’re not gonna have a fucking clue what to use to deal with a demon,” you reminded him, your words a bit more venomous than need-be.

He stopped, turning to face you. “Are you calling me stupid?”

“No,” you told him. You truly weren’t.

“Definitely sounds like you are.”

You walked past him to the trunk of the Impala. “I wasn’t, I’m simply pointing out the fact that I’m the one who knows how to deal with demons, and you don’t.”

“There you go again. Acting like you know so much better than I do.” His attitude was truly exhausting.

Your voice rose as you defended yourself. “Because I do! In this case, at least!”

“But it’s not just this one time that you acted like you’re better than me,” he argued. “Do you realize how frustrating it is to deal with your smart ass?”

“Do you realize how frustrating it is to deal with yours?” you threw back. You sighed, putting aside your anger for now. “Look, we don’t have time to talk about this.” You shoved holy water, a rosary, and the EMF Walkman into Dean’s hands. “Now, let’s go.”

You shoved past Dean and headed back to the airport.

***

You sat between Sam and Dean, completely at ease. Dean, however, was losing his mind.

"Just try to relax,” Sam whispered from the window seat

Dean’s voice came back harder and slightly louder. “Just try to shut up.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” you scolded playfully.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Dean clapped back using the same tone with you that he had with Sam. He took in a sharp breath when the plane began moving a second later.

You gathered your courage and grabbed his hand. He jerked away from you and looked at you in surprise. When the plane took off, though, his hand rejoined yours, squeezing tightly. You giggled to yourself.

“I’m so glad this is funny to you,” Dean hissed.

“It’s not,” you answered simply.

“Then why are you laughing?” His grip tightened once again.

“It’s just,” you considered your next words carefully. “It’s kind of cute, that’s all.”

Dean was caught off-guard by your response. He eyed you quizzically, unsure of what to say. You just shrugged, settling the back of your head against your seat with your hand still in Dean’s. It was much larger than yours, and you fought the urge to run your fingers along the calloused ridges.

Moments passed in a bit of an uncomfortable silence before Dean spoke again, not a trace of bite in his tone. “Why are you doing this?”

You rolled your head toward him. “Everybody’s scared of something,” you quietly replied. “It helps me to know I’m helping you. Even if you do hate my guts.”

“I don’t hate your guts.” He spoke so softly you almost couldn’t hear him.

“Pfft, could’ve fooled me,” you answered.

“You just…” he started, “...get on my nerves. ‘S all.”

You giggled.

A few minutes later when the plane had fully gotten up in the air, you heard the familiar sound of a song you had heard many times before in the Impala coming from the man next to you.

“You're humming Metallica?” Sam asked Dean monotonously.

“Calms me down,” the older brother replied.

“ ‘Some Kind of Monster’? Really?“ You raised a brow at him.

Dean did not respond to you.

“Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused,” the younger Winchester reminded his brother.

“Yup,” you chimed in. “We only have thirty-two minutes to track the bitch down and full-on exorcise it.”

“Yeah, on a crowded plane,” Dean commented. “That's gonna be easy.”

“Just take it one step at a time, alright?” Sam said calmly. “Now, who is it possessing?”

“It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress,” Dean stated.

“Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up,” Sam told Dean, who hummed in response.

Dean sat up stiffly, his body still tense as he turned to the blonde flight attendant walking past.

“Excuse me. Are you Amanda?” he asked her.

“No, I'm not,” she answered with a smile.

"Oh, my mistake.”

The flight attendant hummed in agreement.

He peered into the back of the plane, finding the other blonde flight attendant. “All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state.”

“What if she's already possessed, genius?” Sam asked.

“There's ways to test that,” Dean responded, pulling the holy water out of his jacket. “I brought holy water.”

“Correction, I brought holy water—” you leaned forward, gently taking the bottle, “—And that’s for when we try to exorcise the demon. She’ll flinch at the name of god if she’s possessed.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Dean replied, getting up from his chair. You could tell he had not. You already missed the feeling of his hand in yours.

He turned to go, but you stopped him.

“Dean!” you whispered.

“What?” The annoyance in Dean’s voice was back.

“Say it in Latin.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then what is it?” you smirked, quirking a brow.

“ ‘Christo!’ I’m not an idiot!” he hissed back. Dean turned away from you and headed to the back of the plane.

You slumped down in your seat, closing your eyes as the copilot began speaking. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking...” you tuned out the rest of his message.

A few minutes went by before the older brother returned.

“Alright, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet,” he sighed as he flopped back into his seat.

“You said ‘Christo’?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her.”

“So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere,” Sam explained.

The plane shook, causing Dean to tense up. He grabbed your hand once more. “Come on!” he whined. “That can't be normal!”

“Hey, hey, it's just turbulence,” you coaxed.

“Sweetheart, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm fucking four.” He went to drop your hand, but you tightened your grip.

“Okay,” you started, changing tactics. Your tone became harsh. “You need to calm down.”

“Well, I'm sorry, I can't,” Dean sassed.

“You didn’t want to be treated like you’re four, so stop acting like it,” you commanded. “Be a man, Winchester. If you’re a basketcase, you’re wide open to possession. Get your shit together. Right now.”

Dean took a deep breath.

You smiled. “Great. Onto the Rituale Romanum.”

“The what?” Sam and Dean asked in unison.

“The exorcism ritual,” you elaborated. “It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful.”

“More powerful?” Dean questioned, his voice strained and eyes wide.

“Yup.”

“How?” He was starting to get panicky again.

“It’d just be able to wreak havoc on its own without a vessel,” you informed.

“Oh. And why is that a good thing?”

“ 'Cause the second part of that sends the bitch back to hell once and for all.”

“First things first, we got to find it.”

“There ya go,” you chuckled.

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled, getting up from his chair with the EMF Walkman.

You and Sam let him walk down the aisle by himself for a few minutes before the two of you got up to go talk to him.

You tapped his shoulder.

“Ah!” Dean jumped back, wheeling around to face you. “Don’t do that!”

“Anything?” Sam asked.

The older brother shook his head. “No, nothing. How much time we got?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Sam told you and his brother. “Maybe we missed somebody.”

“Maybe the thing's just not on the plane,” Dean shrugged.

“No way. Dean, it’s gonna be here,” you protested. Just as you spoke, the EMF meter spiked.

You looked up to see the copilot coming out of the bathroom.

“What?” Sam asked. “What is it?”

You stared at the copilot. “Christo.”

The man’s head slowly turned toward you and the boys, his eyes black.

You wheeled around to face Sam. “We gotta talk to Amanda.”

“She's not gonna believe this,” Sam contested.

“You’re probably right, but we only got twelve minutes,” you reminded the younger brother. You walked ahead of the boys into the concessions area where Amanda busied herself.

“Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope,” she smiled politely, clearly caught off-guard by your presence.

“Actually—” Dean began, “—that's kind of what we need to talk to you about.”

Sam closed the curtains behind you as Amanda answered Dean. “Um, okay. What can I do for you?”

“Alright, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole ‘the truth is out there’ speech right now,” Dean rushed out.

She looked confused but kept her smile painted on her face.

“Alright, look, we know you were on flight 2485,” Sam continued for Dean.

Her grin disappeared. “Who are you guys?”

Sam ignored her question. “Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure.”

“We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now,” the older brother told her.

“I'm sorry—” she started, attempting to move past you, “I— I'm very busy. I have to go back—”

“Chuck Lambert’s dead, Amanda,” you cut in, effectively stopping her from leaving. “The pilot from 2485.”

“Wait. What?” She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “Chuck is dead?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “He died in a plane crash. That’s the second plane crash in two months. Doesn’t that strike you as weird?”

She shook her head in complete disbelief.

“Look, there was something wrong with 2485,” Sam added. “Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too.”

Dean made a last attempt to drive the point home. “Amanda, you have to believe us.”

The blonde looked to the ground. “On… on 2485, there was this man. He… had these eyes.”

“Black eyes?” you asked.

She nodded.

“That’s exactly what we’re talking about,” Sam clarified.

“I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?”

Dean answered before you got the chance to. “Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here.”

Amanda looked between the three of you, confused. “Why? What does he have to do with anything?”

“Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?”

“How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot—” You could practically see her mind running a mile a minute.

Even Sam was getting impatient. “Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit.”

“Do you know that I could lose my job if you—”

“Babe, you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't go get him right now,” you remarked.

She looked at you and nodded, turning to leave for the cockpit.

As soon as Amanda made it out of the curtains, you fished the holy water out of your hoodie’s pocket, moving to press your back against the wall next to the closed blue curtains.

A few moments later, you heard the copilot say to Amanda, “Yeah, what's the problem?” Just outside the curtains. As soon as the demon ducked into the small room, Dean punched him in the face. He then shoved the demon to the ground and slapped duct tape over his mouth.

“Wait,” Amanda protested as you got down on the ground beside Dean, “What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him.”

“We are gonna talk to him,” Dean replied simply as you splashed the copilot with holy water.

The demon groaned under the duct tape, his skin sizzling and burning holes through his shirt.

“Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?” Amanda cried.

“Look,” Sam started calmly, “We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain.”

Amanda’s breath quickened. “Well, I don't underst— I don't know—”

“Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?”

She gave herself a pep talk before heading outside of the curtains.

“Hurry up, Sam,” Dean groaned. “I don't know how much longer I can hold him.”

The demon went to kick the older Winchester in the back, but you dove to grab his legs.

Sam began reciting the Latin ritual written in his father’s journal. “Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—”

The demon kneed you in the forehead, causing you to fall back and got a few good swings at the boys in as well. You clambered on top of the copilot, sitting on his stomach with his arms pinned by his sides under your legs.

Sam continued with the ritual before the demon threw you off of him. He ripped the tape off of his mouth and turned to Sam. “I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!”

You attempted to recover from getting slammed into the wall while Dean focused on attacking the demon.

Sam sat there in shock, so you grabbed the journal and tried to finish the ritual.

The demon hit Dean again, effectively getting the young man off of him and knocking Dean into you. The book fell from your hand, and the demon kicked it out into the passenger’s cabin.

A cloud of black smoke flew out from the copilot’s body and into a vent while Sam went out into the aisle to find the journal.

Suddenly, the plane shook violently and took a nosedive. The lights in the plane flickered and you and Dean were thrown to the back wall of the concession’s area.

You and Dean screamed as the plane went down. Dean held onto the emergency exit door for dear life as you pressed yourself into the corner opposite from the older Winchester.

Your yelps were cut off when the plane leveled out following a surge of electricity coursing through the aircraft. You assumed Sam was able to finish the ritual and the pilot was able to regain control of the plane.

You shakily stood up from the ground and dusted yourself off, tugging on the sleeves of your large hoodie.

You stepped out into the passenger’s cabin, heading to Sam as people began asking their neighbors if they were okay.

You wrapped Sam in a short, tight hug as you thanked him for keeping his head level enough to finish the ritual and trying to comfort him after what the demon had said. When you had made your way back to your seats, a slight rumble went through the aircraft. Dean grabbed your hand once again, and kept it there for the rest of the flight. A small smile tugged at your lips.

After landing back at your original airport, you stood beside Sam and Dean as you watched the swarms of EMTs, FBI agents, and FAA agents go from person to person. They questioned or looked over each one, and your focus bounced between them.

You found Amanda in the crowd talking to an FBI agent, and she turned to the side to mouth “thank you” to you and the Winchesters.

“Let's get out of here,” Dean said firmly.

You began to head to the exit when Dean asked Sam, “You okay?”

You turned back to Sam, who reminded you and his brother, “Dean, it knew about Jessica.”

“Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. Alright? That's all it was.” The older brother attempted to brush Sam’s concerns off.

“Yeah.” The brunet didn’t sound convinced.

“Come on.”

***

The next day, you and the Winchesters visited Jerry at his workplace to give him the final mission report. Jerry showed you and the boys out and escorted you to the Impala parked outside of the warehouse.

“Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed,” he acknowledged. He shook your hand before turning to the boys. “Your dad's gonna be real proud.”

Sam gave him an awkward, tight-lipped smile. “We'll see you around, Jerry.”

You turned to the car, as did Dean before he turned back to the older man.

“You know, Jerry—" he began.

“Yeah.”

“I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway?” the young man continued. “I've only had it for like six months.”

“Your dad gave it to me,” Jerry explained simply.

“What?” Sam exclaimed in shock.

“When did you talk to him?” Dean questioned.

“I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call.” He took a pause. “Thanks again, guys— and gal,” he grinned.

“Bye, Jerry!” you called after him as he headed off.

“This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service,” Sam told his brother.

Dean dials what you assumed was his father’s number. However, instead of the out-of-service message Sam had described, a voicemail began to play.

The two boys leaned into the phone so they could hear it better.

You leaned over Sam’s shoulder, the voice hard to hear, but you were still able to make out the words. “This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.”

Sam fumed, shaking his head in frustration as he got in the car. He slammed the door behind him. You looked over to Dean, who did not meet your gaze. He got in the car following his brother. You took one last look at the setting sun as a plane flew over your head.

“I fuckin’ hate flying,” you muttered.

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foreverwayward · 9 months

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Hello, Wayward Hearts fans!

Many of you know that I have talked about tweaking the series now that I actually know how to actually write and string together a story. The series has now been renamed to "Supernatural: The Series Rewrite", so keep your eyes peeled for the new masterlist that will be coming out. Please note that a lot will be the same, but I will be making some changes to the storyline, make it a little more cannon, and edit any of the horrible punctuation or writing I had done previously.

I had a hard time tagging a lot of people--I'm sure a bunch of y'all have left or changed your username. If you want to be added or removed from the list, please let me know :)

Sam, Dean, and Riley are back on the road. Chapter 1 will be out this weekend!

Here we go!

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 months

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Bloodlines: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You must have stepped foot into the 1950s because Chicago is run by five monster families like the fucking mafia. Who knew?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

Ennis heads back to the restaurant where his girlfriend died and sneaks inside. It's closed at this time of day, but that doesn't stop him from getting the answers he thinks he deserves. There is a secret club in the back where he saw some people go in last night, and he sneaks into that room only to see a much larger room that looks exactly like the restaurant.

You arrive just in time to hear Ennis shout in fear. Ennis is pointing a gun at a man who doesn't seem fazed by the weapon.

"Chicago PD! Stay right where you are!"

"I don't think so."

He bares his fangs when you three enter with the intention of killing everyone here.

"What the...?"

As the vampire is about to attack Ennis, Noah takes his dart gun and shoots him twice with Dead Man's Blood darts. Dean runs up to the vampire and slices his head off with his machete, startling Ennis.

"He looks better with a little off the top, don't you think? If you want to run, now's the time," Dean warns.

"I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what the hell's going on."

"You should go."

"No."

"Alright, Sam or Y/N. Give him the talk."

My name is Y/N Winchester and this is my husband Dean and his brother Sam. We're hunters that kill vampires, werewolves, demons, and everything else evil in this world."

"So you're, what, monster cops?"

"I just said we're hunters."

"What killed my girlfriend?"

"We're trying to figure that out. From what you told us, this thing sounds new or Freddy Krueger," Dean comments.

He starts looking in the cabinets behind the bar for some kind of clues.

"What about the guy I saw in the mirror? With the messed-up face?"

"He's probably a wraith. These things can look like humans until you catch them in a mirror or through a camera."

"So, you're gonna find this... whatever... and chop his head off?"

"Yeah. If that doesn't work, try a silver bullet."

"Hey, guys? This cabinet is full of blood and meat. A lot of meat. This one is labeled 'Susan'," Dean says and holds up a bag of human meat.

"That's disgusting. Well, if Sal Lassiter was here, then he's not human."

"So, what, we got monsters killing monsters now?"

"Maybe. We have to see his body."

"I'm coming with you."

"No, you're going to stay here."

"Or what? Are you going to hurt me? Kill the girl I love? Ruin my damn life?! Yeah, you're too late buddy."

"Ennis, listen. I get it. Believe me, I've been there," Sam relates, "but what we do is messed up. So, do yourself a favor and stay out. You can get hurt, too."

Ennis isn't too happy at being told no, especially if it involves his girlfriend. You have a feeling he won't be able to let this one go, but you have a job to do here. You need to get it over with so you can go back to hunting Abaddon down.

The kids are happily working on their Lego sets when you get back to the hotel, but you, Sam, and Dean are doing research on this town and the people in it. The more you dig, the more shocking the articles get.

"Check this out. I'm finding a bunch of reports of different kinds of monsters all throughout the city. Only they're witness reports. One says he saw a man bite into the neck of someone and drank their blood. In another, a woman killed a jogger and ate his heart out. There are a bunch of reports of strange occurrences all over town. From what I gather, there are five different kinds of monsters running amok here--vampires, werewolves, djinn, shapeshifters, and wraiths."

"Monster city?"

With a little more research, you get to the heart of these attacks.

"I traced the monsters back to five different families that run Chicago like some kind of mafia ring. They deal with stuff like shakedowns and organ trafficking between monster clans. Werewolves run the Gold Coast, the Djinn owns the South Side, the Shapeshifters are kind of spread out that try to keep the peace between each species, I'm not sure where the Vampires reside, and not much is known about the Wraiths."

"What is this, the 1950s?" Dean scoffs.

"Guys, this entire town is run by monsters. Humans have no idea they're here."

"Get this," Sam begins, "I found out where Sal's body is, and a man named Julian Duval paid three grand just to look at his corpse."

"We have to find Julian. No one drops three grand just to see a dead body. Do you have an address?"

"Yes. It's across town."

"Let's go. Noah, stay here with the girls."

"Okay."

He doesn't mind since he's too busy playing with his Lego set. You leave your phone behind just in case he needs you and spell the room once you leave. If it's true that monsters are running around this entire town, there is no way you're leaving your kids without some kind of protection.

It's well past sundown by the time you get to Julian's house. You're not sure what to say knowing this house is filled with monsters that might recognize the infamous Winchester hunting team.

"Not only did this guy drop three grand, but he also lives in a fucking castle. Who the hell is this guy?" Dean scoffs.

"If we're lucky, someone who knows what happened to that monster boy."

"This place could be crawling with monsters who might recognize us. We need to have a plan before we go in. Any ideas?"

As you're thinking of a plan, a gunshot goes off somewhere on the Duval property followed by a woman screaming. Without thinking, you break open the front gate and rush over to the source of the noise. Ennis and some man you don't know are by the trees, and it looks like the man you don't know is hurt by the way he's holding his chest.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It took her," the man pants.

"Who are you?"

"His name is David Lassiter. He's a shapeshifter," Ennis explains.

The house alarm goes off and guards rush out of the Duval mansion.

"Okay, we have to go now! Come on!

There will be time to question David later but right now, you need to get out of here before Duval security shows up and kills you all. Luckily the kids are not in the car otherwise not everyone can fit inside. You're in between Ennis and David to make sure nothing nefarious is happening while Sam and Dean take the front.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" you ask David.

"Look, Chicago isn't what it seems. Five different families run this city--monster families."

"We know. I read something about that after hours of digging through buried articles. I didn't think it was true."

Dean pulls over on the side of the road where it's safe to get out, and David immediately calls his sister who was the woman you heard screaming, and who had been taken.

"Okay, not that I didn't believe you, Y/N, but you're telling me there are five different monster families that run Chicago? What is this, The Godfather with fangs?"

"If it is, I'm gonna need all the help I can get," Ennis says.

"He doesn't quit. I'll give him that."

"Violet's not picking up. Shit," David curses.

"Is Violet a shifter, too?"

"Werewolf. If she has her cell, we could trace the signal."

Sam takes out his laptop and opens the website he uses to track cell phones.

"What's her number?"

"Take me with you, and it's all yours."

"No! Hell no! He's a fucking transformer!" Ennis exclaims.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta work with the bad guys to get to the worse guys. Suck it up."

"Dude, I'm right here," David sighs.

"Yeah, I see you."

Knowing he's allowed to come along, David gives Sam Violet's cell phone number. Her cell phone is located in some creepy building that has no lights on and an unkempt front lawn.

"Alright, the signal is coming from in there."

"Hey, thanks for... you know. I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

"Look, I don't need an apology from you."

"I lost someone, too, okay?! I'm trying here."

Ennis knows he's being an asshole, and he sighs deeply. They must have found each other well before you found both of them on the Duval property.

"I'm sorry about your brother. He spoke about you at the end. He said, 'David, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice'."

"Alright, you guys can kiss and make up later. We got work to do. Come on."

Dean opens the trunk and gives weapons to everyone except for you. David checks the gun he was given and looks at you in confusion.

"Aren't you going to grab a weapon? It's not smart to go in there without something."

Your eyes glow blue as you blast the side of the house with your magic. Both Ennis and David jump back from shock at the noise and the fact that you have powers.

"Sweetie, I am the weapon."

You lead the group with your magic lighting the way. You thought the building was a house but it's more like a small warehouse. There aren't many rooms Violet can hide in, but there is a tunnel that leads deeper underground where she could definitely be. The tunnel leads you further down underground until you get to a fork in the road. Three different tunnels branch out from the one you're in, so you have to split up at this point.

"You know, out of all the monsters living here, witches like you might have been a smart idea to let in."

"There ain't no witches like me."

"Alright, you're with me, Romeo," Dean says to David.

"Kid, you're with me," Sam says to Ennis.

"We'll meet back here if we can't find anything."

You go one way, Ennis and Sam go another, and Dean and David take the last tunnel. It's not hard getting lost in the maze of tunnels that seem to go on forever. It has a bit of an echo down here, so you can hear Dean or Sam if they decided to yell, and one of them did.

"David's gone!" Dean yells.

"I'll find my way to you. Keep looking for him and Violet!" you yell back.

It takes ten minutes to maneuver through the tunnels, but you end up finding Sam and Dean together in a tunnel you haven't explored yet.

"Where the hell could they be?" Sam asks.

Suddenly, you hear David yell from a room down the tunnel you're in. You rush into the room to see Violet and David in each other's arms, Ennis with a gun in his hands, and an unknown man on the ground in pain with wounds. He must be the one who has been killing monsters in town because why else would Ennis look like he's about to murder him?

"What'd we miss?" you ask.

"I know you," the man says to Ennis. "I'm sorry about your girl, but she was in the way. You understand. I know you do. They're monsters!"

"I only see one monster here."

Ennis shoots the man dead. He had that goal set the second he saw his girlfriend get murdered. Violet and David aren't the villains here, so you let them go back to their homes. They know you'll be bad if they decide to go off the trails. After today, you don't think they'll be wanting to live in this city anymore.

Now that Ennis killed his girlfriend's killer, he doesn't know what to do. On one hand, he knows this town is infested with monsters, and on the other, he got what he wanted. He could go back to his life and become none the wiser.

"Do you live here alone?" you ask when you drop Ennis back off at his house.

"My sister's on the other side of town, my mom's out of the picture, and my dad died in the line of duty a long time ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Dean's phone rings, and he steps off to the side to answer it. "So, what's next?"

Looks like Ennis is choosing to stay on the hunting path knowing there is a town full of monsters who could kill him.

"Nothing. You're done."

"Okay, we're on our way," Dean says.

"Excuse us for a second." You and Sam join Dean who hangs up his phone. "What's going on?"

"We got a hit."

"You want to leave?" Sam gasps. "Dean, this city is crawling with monsters."

"Cas has a line on Metatron. This is what we've been waiting for. This is our shot, Sam."

"You're leaving?" Ennis asks when he overhears the conversation.

"Yeah, but we'll call in some other hunters--pros--and download them on the monster mob situation."

"Look, I can--"

"Ennis, serious, don't," Dean cuts him of. "If you get into this too deep, there's no getting out."

You don't want to leave Ennis alone to fight a city's worth of monsters, but Metatron takes first priority. That son of a bitch is going down, and you're going to be the one to put a knife through his heart for messing with your family.

No one, and you mean no one, fucks with your family and lives to tell about it.

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bored-writer101 · 1 year

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Sam Winchester X Reader|Supernatural Rewrite|Masterlist

SEASON ONE

1. Pilot: John’s missing, and Dean needs your help to find him. It won’t be the first or the last time you’ll be cleaning up one of John’s messes.

2. Wendigo: Coming soon!

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #userbored-writer101 #gender neutral reader #supernatural x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #sam winchester x reader #series #masterlist #supernatural rewrite #supernatural fanfic series #supernatural season 1 #bobby singer #supernatural x reader rewrite

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fandomtrashhh · 10 months

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Sam & Powers

I can never articulate how disappointing it was for Supernatural to focus so much of their time and effort on Sam’s powers and everything that comes with it in the first 2 seasons only to bring it back in season 4 and even season 5 even more in depth than before to then just drop it after that and only mention it once every 2 seasons. I feel like it was such a core theme in the beginning of the show that was used so well to tie up what they thought was going to be the season finale in season 5 that once they realized they were going to continue the show they decided it would become too boring or repetitive or something to use more when they were SO wrong. Sure if that’s ALL they focused on then that would make sense but what they did didn’t make any sense at all because how can you take something that was such a big part of one of the main characters and erase it all? One of the things that drew me to Sam’s character in the first place and that helped cement me as a Sam girl was the fascination with his powers that he was slowly coming to terms with. What made his powers different than a lot of other pieces of media that I’ve consumed is the concept that they were forced upon him by a DEMON through his BLOOD! How is that not compelling?? He literally states in the show that he has a sickness that is pumping through his veins that he can never get rid of so why shouldn’t he do good with them? Like !! There was so much potential here!! I’ve always felt when they said that Azazel’s death just...made Sam’s powers “go away” it was a flimsy excuse to get rid of them and only use that plot when they felt like it (i.e drinking demon blood) but if they never had Sam’s powers function like that they could have created a whole plot where Sam comes to terms with his powers and realizes they aren’t going away but they aren’t inherently bad, that he can choose what he wants to do with them, re cementing his autonomy that is so often lacking in the series!! He chooses to help people with these powers (without needing to drink demon blood) and explores them and accepts them!! The route that the show ended up taking never sat well with me because it felt like he just internalized his powers because of what other characters said about it and how people literally tried to kill him because of it and that just feels wrong. Like the show tried so hard to just magically turn him into this Normal Guy TM when Sam is Not Normal and that was the whole point!! He deserved to be as freaky and as comfortable with it as he wanted!! And then in season 15 I almost felt like they were going to do something freakish with his character again because of Rowena’s comment about him being the “closest to a witch” among the characters in the room and then she left her spells and potions and everything TO SAM and it would’ve been so cool to have him dabble in witchcraft and would make so much sense with his character yet he uses them once and then it’s never mentioned again. By the end of the show he’s living this normal life when after everything he went through and everything he discovered about himself throughout 15 YEARS, I don’t think that’s what he would’ve wanted anymore. Supernatural had so many brilliant ideas & concepts which is why I think I’ve continued to be so obsessed and intrigued by this goddamn show, but so so many shortcomings.

#sorry this got so long and i doubt anyones gonna read it but i needed to get it out there so yeah #i hope someone out there understands and agrees with what im trying to say #we deserved to keep bloodfreak sam!!#anyways i also thought it would be really compelling to not only have sam coming to terms with and accepting his powers #and how they ARENT a bad thing #parallel dean coming to terms and accepting his bisexuality!!#i thought that wouldve been genius #alas this belongs within the Good Supernatural that lives in my brain #and they seasons 6-15 rewrite of the series that im trying to stop procrastinating on #sam winchester #psychic sam winchester #demon blood #psychic sammy #supernatural #spn #long post #natalie rants #original post #sam winchester analysis #supernatural analysis #kinda #youre telling me that Sam Winchester #the same dude who killed the ORIGINAL DEMON with telekinesis while high asf #the same dude who shot THEE abrahamic god #the same dude who brought his gf back to life with magic left to him by one of the most powerful witches in existence #wanted to spend the rest of his life throwing around a ball and crying in a car??#cap

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calibrationneeded · 1 year

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Pages 1-3 of an ongoing story

Jensen Ackles and I are on the same exact wavelength because I too have been working on a rewrite fanfiction of Supernatural. I started writing it back in 2020 as soon as the show ended and it's just kind of been spinning around in my head like the spinning rat meme (whenimetchinthesummer).

all you need to know for this specific comic is that this takes place after Cas pulled Dean out of hell, his hair is gray because of the extreme stress of dying and coming back. At this point in time he and Cas aren't close; their relationship is very similar to that in early season 4.

I'm not going to be publishing any of the comics in order because I have ADHD, that being said I will still make sure the lore is explained in my comics so hopefully no one will be in the dark. And if anyone wants to ask questions about my rewrite I'd love to answer them because I've been working on this on and off for three years

#supernatural #supernatural art #supernatural rewrite #the winchesters #comics #comic art #I too like Jensen Ackles cannot get over Dean Winchester #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #the cw tv series #pages 1 through 3 #i hate supernatural but i love it

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themarkedhunter · 8 months

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Introduction &. FAQ

HELLO!

By no means am I new to this site. The loyal followers that are somehow still around waiting on me can vouch for that. Yet I am back once again for another go at what I consider to be a passion project of mine. But how can this be a passion project if you aren’t very far? I can hear you say. How is it a passion project if you keep restarting? How is it a passion project if you disappear for months and years on end? Well, that’s just it, isn’t it? I keep coming back! I might not be the most consistent writer, but Supernatural means a lot to me, and a venture such as this has always been in the back of my mind. I want to write this. I want to work on it from start to finish but I am comfortable enough to say that I needed to work on myself first.

For those that are new or in need of a re-introduction, my name is Faith. I used to write this project under the title of “You’re in Supernatural '' around 2013ish, I believe, and made it about halfway through season one when I decided my writing wasn’t up to par. I disappeared then but tried to rebrand a second time during 2020ish when Supernatural ended. As we all know, that was a troubling time, so I didn’t make it that far either. Eventually, I made a tertiary post in spring of this year about how I felt a call back to this project once more, and now, I am here to finally put my foot down and make an effort with it. I feel I have grown as a writer and am proud of the general direction I have planned for this character. Third time's the charm, right? I have truly missed writing, this platform, and interacting with all of you!

WHAT IS THIS?

What is this project in mind? The series I am writing, referred to frequently as both Tribus or The Marked Hunter, is a reader insert that creates an original character within a designated fandom and rewrites episodes so the created character is in canon media. Starting from Season One and moving forward, I will try my best to ensure you are part of as much of the action as possible. While your character follows many of the chronological and canon storylines the Winchesters do, you have your own storylines to deep dive into as well, and I cannot wait to show you the ideas you have, as well as ideas you might request! As of the current moment, I do not plan to skip any episodes, and will do my best to tag accordingly to fit potential reader’s needs.

This blog will feature episode inserts, backstories, original series, and little one shots and imagines in-between. The limits are endless, and I cannot even begin to explain how thrilled I am to be back. I hope that you all enjoy the character I have created for this universe and my writing as well!

MAKE NOTE!

Before I introduce you to your character, which will appear in a separate post, there are some things that I wish to make known in regard to my particular take on a reader insert and how updates will go.

Firstly, this rewrite will solely be presented on this tumblr blog, under The Marked Hunter / plaidandantlers as well as on Wattpad, under plaidandantlers. I have run into my stories being stolen in the past, and therefore, if you see the contents of my writing anywhere else without my notice or explicit permission, it is not mine, and I’d appreciate it if you'd let me know about it.

Secondly, fanfiction and the reader insert community has grown and changed so much since I initially started writing, and a big thing that I’ve personally noticed is word count. Personally, I have never really taken part in that. I will say that I have been known to expand, and over detail as some would say, in my old run. I tried to make each rewritten episode about five parts each if possible, with no telling if I were to add extra parts on the side or in between episodes. The parts themselves would be quite extensive! I can’t say that that is going to change this time around.

If this is not your preference, no worries. I know that tumblr isn’t the easiest platform to write upon, especially when it comes to reading fics, but regardless, we are so lucky there are so many talented writers here! There are so many to choose from. This is why this story is also available upon Wattpad, as I feel keeping the story altogether and not by separate post may be a bit easier upon. Have you seen my masterlist? Yikes.

Third, I welcome ideas, questions, and suggestions! My ask box will always be open. As for the first episode, I am regaining my footing and have plotted it out thoroughly. I perhaps won’t start taking requests for episodes until Wendigo at the earliest, but by all means, do not let that stop you if you have an idea for the Woman in White! I try to incorporate as much as I can, but sadly, please also note that not everything can be added into the story. I will either place them in separate series or one shot, or highly encourage you to attempt to write your own! Even if you don’t share it, these are so fun to make.

Fourth, and most importantly, I am not ashamed to admit that this reader insert originally derived from an original character concept into this wonderful fandom. This character means a lot to me, but in order to share my writing, it was most comfortable for me to convert it into a reader insert. There may be slip ups in regard to posting content. I dislike writing in the first person, and second point of view makes me feel that I’m tearing out chunks of information. I tend to write from a third point of view and edit it later, so be prepared to see some slip ups in regard to seeing OC names or third person pronouns. If you notice an error, please be kind in pointing it out to me so I can correct it.

This also being said, as the insert is based off of an original character, this particular series is intended for female audiences. In my old run, I had a lot of confusion as to whether it was gender neutral or if I could make a different version to fit a specific gender. While I would love to do that, I barely keep up with my project as is, and that would be a lot of extra work for me. I am absolutely not against it, but given my limited free time, I would like to present it as close to my original vision as possible. I have no intention to disappoint or offend anyone, therefore, if you would like to create your own version, or would like to take my writing and submit it under new pronouns, etc. I would be happy to see your vision come to life!

This reboot also features a face claim for the reader but is not necessary to use at all. I enjoy making edits from time to time and find that quite difficult to do when using an anonymous face. The original character’s face claim is Jenna Louise Coleman, and I will continue to be using her for various creations outside of the writing. There are even a couple that have already been posted in regard to her face claim being used in various episodes upon my page. Never fear, descriptions of your appearance will be made in multiple segments to make it individualized as much as possible. Examples such as (eye color), (hair color), etc. Therefore, if you see any mistakes in editing, such as described above, please be polite in correcting my errors!

This also being said, I welcome seeing edits and descriptions of your own fancasts as well. Genuinely, I will beg for it. I enjoy seeing how people envision themselves when reading or whatever face claim they cast as themselves when reading.

Lastly, it needs to be said. I claim nothing of the following project as my own except for the creation of (Y/N) Summers and the surrounding plotlines. Any other characters, settings, and plots belong to Supernatural and all other rightful owners! This is only meant for the intent of entertainment, and I shall never claim any of it as my own.

FAQ

Why is this referred to as The Marked Hunter and Tribus?

I guess you’ll just have to find out! There’s a reason for it, but of course, I don’t wish to disclose all my secrets right away. I wish to present this like a book as much as possible, and therefore some things need to be revealed in their own time.

Why is the first season titled ‘Enigma’?

This part I can easily share. An enigma is a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand. I feel this particular word fits the reader and their plot for this season swimmingly. The reader is known for being after similar things the brothers are, but of course, is an individualized person, and will find things about themself along the way they have yet to grasp.

Will your series have the reader end up with Sam or Dean? Will they end up with (So and So)?

Only time will tell! I understand there are many Sam-Girls and Dean-Girls, trust me, but I want to keep a few surprises in store for all of you. You may end up with one, both, or even neither. Nothing is set in stone just yet. I will state that while there may be little implications here and there for your reading pleasure, a majority of the first season will feature no romance. Given this is the beginning of the show and my story, there is so much that can and needs to be introduced to use canonically as well as with your character, and I’d rather focus on the build up of friendships and plots before anything gets too deep and heavy.

Will you have a word count?

Briefly stated above, I do not have a word count and that is a personal preference. I often feel too pressured to hit a certain amount of words, or in different settings, feel I have written too much or too little. I want this to be a fun project, and I wish to present my writing and my ideas to the best of my abilities, regardless of how long or short a full rounded idea may come to be.

My initial plan is to make each episode about five parts each. I feel this breaks up the episodes nicely, and seeing as the length of each part is unknown, even more so. We’ll just have to wait and see! Please also note that I will also be making extra parts, backstories, original series, and imagines on the side. While having a basic outline, anything can happen. Little details don’t tend to speak to me until the time comes. Let’s see where this goes.

I have an idea for this episode, may I submit it? I have a headcanon for the reader’s backstory, may I share it? I have an edit I’d like to share with you, would you like to see?

Yes, yes, yes! Despite my basic outline and twists and turns along the way, the main concept is that this is made for you, and I’d love to see how people interpret my writing and their character. I value ideas, feedback, and anything else you wish to share with me. My ask box is always open. I have always loved interacting with my readers and answering their questions, it’s a majority of the reason why I keep coming back. Sadly, I may not be able to incorporate every idea I receive, but I most certainly will try my best!

Do you write anywhere else?

I only write on this tumblr blog and on Wattpad, under plaidandantlers. If you feel this story has been copied in any way without my knowledge of explicit permission, please let me know so I can handle it.

When will you start?

My goal is sometime within October. I am currently working on an outline of the first season as well as a rough draft of the first couple episodes being written out. September is a busy month for me, as well as the first few weeks of October, but I want to get this going as soon as possible. I appreciate and value your time and patience.

Will you have consistent updates? When will you post?

Undetermined at this time. I used to post every day and queue up some parts and pieces, but I felt my writing lacked when I tried to hold myself to a daily deadline. I am not going to hold myself to a deadline this time, but just hope and work hard on progressing in general. Updates may be every day, every couple days, every week, etc. but I am bound and determined to keep up with this project this time around.

I have a question not listed here!

I plan to make a FAQ page eventually, and as the series is ongoing, will obviously update it as necessary. Please submit any questions you ask and refer to the page often.

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Losing my mind trying not to search Spotify and AO3 for my new favorite ship until I finish the series so I can avoid spoilers i DESERVE A MEDAL FOR THIS

#i am not so good at bingewatching but theres still so many seasons to goooo #and in the meantime I'm stuck with smegging PRE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT RIMMER AGAIN? i hope he dies.#and that is quite possible considering the show's relationship with death. RETURN TO ME MY BOY. RETURN HIM TO ME #BRING ME THE BOY #red dwarf #stupid smegging writing on stupid old tv shows #it is NEVER a good sign when a comedy show is like AND NOW WE WILL DO JOKES ABOUT MEN'S PRISONS #honestly so much of the show is timeless or even ahead of its time it is so annoying when they date themselves in a bad way #but hey. it came out 15 years before supernatural and it is 5000% better than that so...#in terms of selective canon erasing a few bad jokes is much easier than... needing to basically mentally rewrite the whole show XD #i have Trained For This Day.#by all that bisexual Dean Winchester and his husband Castiel has taught me #grumble grumble grumble grumble #ALL I WANT is a gay retelling of the series is that SO MUCH TO ASK #man #dave lister is so hot what is wrong with me #i am attracted to like 4 people a year and this year one of them is fictional character David Lister #NOW PUT. THE BOYFRIEND. BACK.#original

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dearestdaffodils · 2 years

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Fic List

WIPS and upcoming fics I have planned:

Stranger Things series rewrite season 2

Hades!reader x Persephone!Eddie

Mechanic!Eddie

Stranger Things series rewrite headcanons

Supernatural series rewrite

Multiverse au with Eddie

#aidia.txt #upcoming fics #wips #stranger things series rewrite #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

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dianawinchester03 · 23 days

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Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Chicago, Illinois

The boys and Y/N pull up in the Impala, infront of an apartment building where a young woman was brutally killed in her apartments. The three hunters are disgusted as blue collar workers this round, posing as employees for the 'PF Alarm System'. Dean gets out of the car and goes to the trunk to take out his 'equipment'. While Sam is in the backseat with a newspaper, the headline being

"Manhunt continues for Stealth Killer. Second murder in two months" with a picture of the young woman who was killed. "Alright, Dean. This is the place" Sam says to his brother as he and Y/N get out of the car. "You know, I gotta say. Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a highschool drama dork" Dean complains.

Sam scoffs. Him and Y/N chuckle, reminiscing about their highschool drama days. "What was that play you two did? That- What was it? Our Town" Dean says chuckling at the memories. "Yeah. You two were good. It was cute" He laughs, winking at Y/N and she rolls her eyes. "I was adorable" She says sassily, flipping her hair.

Dean smiles at her playfulness, his heart skipping a beat. "I only did it because Y/N forced me" Sam defends. "Oh can it dipshit, you know damn well you enjoyed it. And you were ready to tackle Andrew Milkovich for the lead" She retorts snickering, Dean laughs as Sam looks down, chuckling at the memories.

"And I nailed it" He retorts, his voice going up an octave at the 'nailed it', snapping his fingers. The trio share a laugh as they walk to the building. "Look, Dean. You wanna pull this off, or not?" Sam goes back to the subject of the costumes. "I'm just saying these outfits cost hard earned money, okay?" Dean defends.

"Whose?" Y/N scoffs. "Ours. You think credit card frauds easy?" Dean smirks. Y/N nudges him jokingly, making him chuckle as Sam shakes his head in amusement.

"Thanks for letting us look around" Sam says to the building manager who let them in. "Well, police said they were done with the place, so..." The manager says. They all walk into the room where Meredith, the young woman who was killed, was found in dead. Blood stains on the white carpet in an unusual pattern.

"You guys said you're with the alarm company?" The manager asks them. "That's right maam" Y/N nods. "Well no offense. But your alarms are about as useful as boobs on a man" The woman says brutally honest. Y/N holds back a snicker at the delivery of the comment and the three hunters share a look.

"Well, that's why we're here. See what went wrong, stop it from happening again" Dean assures her, taking a step forward to investigate. "Now ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asks her and she nods. "Yeah" She responds. "Right after it happened?" Y/N asks.

"No. Few days later. Meredith's work called, she hadn't showed up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell" The woman explains as the three canvass the room. "Any windows open? Any sign of break in?" Dean asks her. "No, windows were locked. Front door was bolted. Chain was on the door. We had to cut it just to get in" She further explains.

"Like I said, bang up job your company's doing" She scoffs sarcastically. "Mhm" Dean responds. "You see any over turned furniture? Broken glass? Struggle?" Y/N asks but the woman shakes her head. "Everything was in perfect condition" She says, sighing. "Except Meredith" She says and this catches their attention.

"And what condition was Meredith in?" Sam asks. "Meredith was all over. In pieces" The woman says, pointing to the blood all over. "The guy who killed her must've been some kind of a wack job" The woman says a bit disgusted. "But I'll tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it" The woman says honestly.

Dean who was stooping to the ground, looks over at Y/N and Sam looks over at them. "Ma'am, would you mind if we take some time, give this place a once over?" Y/N asks her sweetly. "Go right ahead. Knock yourself out" The woman nods kindly before leaving. The three get to work instantly, Dean opens his tool box with his EMF meter, unwrapping it from the cloth, powering it on as he talks.

"So the killer walks in and out of the apartment. No weapons, no prints, nothing" Dean says. "I'm telling you, the minute I found that article. I knew it was our kind of gig" Sam says to them. The EMF meter goes nuts, "I think I agree with you" Y/N says. "You say you talk to the cops?" She asks Dean.

"Uh, yeah. Spoke to Amy, a sweet, perky officer of the law" Dean says smugly, moving around the room with the meter as Sam and Y/N go to the other side with their EMF meters. Y/N rolls her eye at his tone. "Yeah, what'd you find out?" Sam asks him. "Well? She's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila...I mean. Oh and she's got this little tattoo right-"

"Dean!" Sam and Y/N angrily cut him off in unison because he's getting carried away talking about his hookup. "What? Yeah. Uh, nothing we don't already know" He snaps out of his daze, turning around guiltily. "Except for one thing they're keeping out of the papers" He adds. "What?" Y/N asks. "Meredith's heart was missing" He tells them and they turn around shocked.

"Her heart?" Sam asks confused. "Yeah, her heart" Dean confirms. "So what do you think did it to her?" Y/N asks them. "The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf?" Dean suggests but Y/N shakes her head. "No, not a werewolf. The lunar cycles not right" She informs them.

"Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace" Sam adds. "So whatre you thinking? Spirit?" Y/N suggests to Sam as Dean looks at the blood stains on the white carpet intensely. It's almost in dots all round. "Maybe" Sam shrugs. "See if you can find any masking tape around" He tells them and they do just that.

Dean takes the masking tape, using it to basically connect the dots on the carpet. Sam and Y/N looks on at the symbol Dean connected using the tape. "Ever seen that symbol before? Cuz I haven't" Sam asks. "Never" Dean says. "Me neither" Y/N adds.

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Y/N's POV

I'm is currently sitting at a table in a bar with my laptop, researching for any possible hit on the symbol Dean conjured up. Sam went to use the bathroom and Dean is currently chatting up a cute bartending that's flashing him her tits. Not shame it in, I've done it many times to get my way. Though I'd prefer her not flash it at Dean.

I've given up on denying my feelings for Dean. I'll admit, I have a crush on him. Fuck, I really like him. And it breaks my heart to know he'll never see me like that. Sure we have our flirty banter, but that's just how Dean is. A flirtatious charming man. Seeing him get tortured by those psycho hillbillies really opened up my eyes.

It freaking hurt like hell to see him get tortured, it felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest and stomped on by Andre the Giant. I gotta sort my feelings out and figure out a way to not let my stupid crush get in the way of hunting with the boys dammit.

At the corner of my eye, I see Sam come back from the bathroom, taking a seat across from me. He opens up the newspaper clippings of Meredith's article of her murder. "Got anything, y/n/n?" He asks me. "I got zilch" I shake my head sighing, looking up from my laptop. My gaze settles on Dean flirting with the bartender, my jaw clenching at the sight as I narrow my eyes at them.

Relax Y/N, he's not your boyfriend nor will he ever be. I remind myself, gripping my beer bottle. "Did you hear me?" Sams voice snaps me out of my trance and I stare back at him confused. "Huh? Uh, yeah....you were talking about that thing" I respond lamely and Sam give me a look that says, 'that's bullshit'.

He looks back at the bar in the direction my gaze was, at the bar where Dean is flirting with the waitress, and turns back to me with a sly smile on his face. "You two are too stubborn for your own good" He tells me, snickering as I sip on my beer. "What the hell are you talking about?" I ask in confusion. "Nothing" He says smugly, giving me a knowing look and I cock my eyebrow at this. Boys, I sigh.

Dean then comes up to the table and sits next to me, "Talked to the bartender" He tells us. "You get anything? Besides her number" Sam says in a dry tone, not looking up from his article. "Guys, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that" Dean says in mock offense, both me and Sam give him a almost exact replica of Sam's classic bitch face saying, "Bullshit" I say in a singsong tone, sipping my beer

"Alright" He grins cheekily, holding up a napkin with a number on it. Me and Sam shake our heads. "You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam scoffs annoyed. "Huh? There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked here. She waited tables. Everyone here is her friends. They say she's normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died. So..." Dean lists off defensively.

"What about that symbol. You got anything on it, Princess?" He asks me and I shake my head. "Nope. Nothing, it wasn't even in your dads journals or any of the usual books" I tell him. "So we'll just have to dig a little deeper. I guess" Sam says looking around as Dean looks at the bartenders number and smiles.

"Well, there was a first victim right? Before Meredith?" Dean asks us. "Right, yeah. Uh, his name was...uh...his name was Ben Swardstrom" Sam tells us, pulling out the news paper clipping of his article, handing it to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal, the door was locked, the alarm was on" I explain to him. "Is there any connection between the two of them?" He asks.

"Nothing we can tell. I mean, not yet. At least. Ben was a banker. Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds" Sam says. "So, the recap. The only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartenders phone number" Dean says sarcastically with a smile and I roll my eyes.

"Why don't you do the research huh hotshot, might be stuck on this case by time we're ready to be put in a nursing home if you're the one hitting the books" I tease jokingly and he scoffs in mock offense. "Oh ha ha, very funny. Not all of us are nerds, y/n" He retorts with a wink and I chuckle. We notice Sam looking intently behind Dean and turn back simultaneously to see what he's looking at. "What?" Dean asks Sam.

Sam then gets up and walks away from the table. "Sam?" I call out to him but he approaches a young beautiful blonde short haired girl. "What was that about?" Dean asks confused. "Let's go find out" I say shrugging, finishing my beer. I get up and Dean follows behind. "What about you, Meg? I thought you were going to California" Sam says to the girl, who's name seems to be Meg.

The second we approached her, something about that girl's presence was off. Just the sight of her irritated me, I don't know why but I already don't like her. I could feel a heat rising in my body just looking at her. "Oh, I did. I came. I saw. I conquered. Oh and I met what's his name, something Michael Murray at a bar" She tells Sam proudly, Dean and I look at each other confused at this.

"Who?" Sam asks confused. "It doesn't matter. Anyways the whole scene got old. So I'm living here now" Meg tells him flirtatiously. I notice Dean looking at her up and down and I roll my eyes. I swear this man only thinks with his dick. Dean then clears his throat. "You're from Chicago?" Sam asks her. "No. Massachusetts. Andover" She responds.

"Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other" She said excitedly. "Yeah, I know. I thought I'd never see you again" Sam says with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you were wrong" She responds coyly and I cock my eyebrow at this. Oh she's into Sam, damnnn. Dean clears his throat again, "Dude. Cover your mouth" Meg snaps a bit annoyed and I snicker lightly.

Dean is taken back by this and Sam turns to look at us. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Meg. This is...um.." Sam starts to introduce us and chuckles. "This is my brother, Dean. And my best friend, Y/N" Sam says. "This is Dean and Y/N?" Meg asks him shocked. "Yeah" Sam responds. A smug smile rises on Deans face "So you've heard of me" He says cockily.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you. Nice the way you treat your brother like luggage" She snaps and we're both taken back by this. "Sorry?" I add confused. "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do. Stop dragging him over God's green earth. Sounds like his best friend is more supportive than his own brother" She scoffs. "Meg, it's alright" Sam says lowly and she calms down.

Dean then whistles and coughs lightly, "Okay, awkward" I say, me and Dean chuckling awkwardly. "Let's go get a drink, huh Dean?" I say, grabbing Deans arm and dragging him to the bar. Dean gives Sam a confused look before walking behind me. The bitch is lucky I didn't clock her, something about her I didn't like. I can't pinpoint it, she just gave me a bad vibe.

"What a bitch" I scoff, ordering two beers. "The fuck was that about?" Dean says confused as I pay the bartender and take up the beers. "I got no clue, but here" I hand him a beer, "To God's green earth" I put my beer up in a cheer-sing manner, trying to ease the situation and he smiles chuckling. "To God's green earth" He laughs, clicking his bottle with mine before taking a sip along with me.

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After having our beers, Sam finished up his conversation with Meg and we're now all walking out of the bar. "Who the hell was she?" Dean asks him. "I don't really know. I only met her once" Sam tells us. "Meeting up with her again....I don't know, man, it's weird" Sam says. "Well, what was she saying? Huh? That I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitching about me to some chick" Dean asks annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight, when I was in that bus stop in Indiana." Sam apologizes. "But that's not important. Just listen-" Sam tries to talk hit Dean cuts him off. "Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? Am I keeping you keeping you will, Sam?" Dean argues. I roll my eyes and give up on keeping quiet.

I step infront of the both of them, "Dude, chill out. Sam was angry and you were angry. You both said shit you didn't mean. I'm pretty sure he doesn't think that, right Sammy?" I turn to Sam and he nods. "Good, so ease this argument, you two sound like an old married couple" I joke and they both laugh. "Thanks y/n. Now would you listen to me?" Sam asks him calmly. "Yeah go on" Dean responds.

"I think there's something strange going on here, Dean" Sam says. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me" Dean says smugly and I shake my head. "Lord" I groan and he snickers. "No, man. I mean like our kind of strange. Like maybe even a lead" Sam says a bit annoyed. "Why do you say that?" I ask Sam.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. Now I run into her in some random Chicago bar. I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. You don't think that's a little weird?" Sam continues but Dean shrugs. "I don't know, random coincidence, it happens" Dean says.

"I don't know man, the second I saw that chick. The second I was in her presence, something was weird about her. Instantly I didn't like her and I don't know why" I agree with Sam. "That doesn't count. You don't like anyone in general" Dean retorts and I laugh. "Shut up but fair point" I snap back as he smirks.

"I get it. Coincidences do happen. But not to us" Sam tries to reason. "Look I could be wrong, I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on" He adds. A smirk rises to Deans face when he says this, "But I bet you'd like to" Dean counters and I roll my eyes at his perverse comment.

Sam turns away holding back a laugh. "Maybe she's not a suspect. Maybe you've got a thing for here, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean pokes fun at Sam, pointing to his head, looking at his crotch and back up at him. A smirk playing on his face as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Christ I need new friends" I mutter to myself, shaking my head, laughing.

"Anyways, Y/N" Sam turns to me, an exasperated look on his face, ignoring Deans comment, making him laugh. "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor" Sam requests of me and I nod obliging.

"What are you gonna do" I ask him. "I'm gonna watch Meg" He says and Dean laughs, "Yeah, you are!" He exclaims proudly. "I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry" Sam says defensively. "Alright you little pervert" Dean snickers, making me chuckle. "Dude!" Sam says annoyed. "We're going, come on stud. Let's go" I grab Deans arm, pulling him across the street to the motel.

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Third Person POV

Later, Y/N and Dean are at the motel. He's on the laptop looking into Meg Masters and Y/N is by the window smoking a cigarette after finishing her search of the symbol, finding its origin. "Yahtzee" He exclaims as she takes a drag. "Found her?" She asks him as he takes up his phone. "Yep" He responds, dialing in Sams number.

A few seconds later, "Hey" Sam answers, currently outside of Megs apartment in the Impala. "Let me guess, you're lurking outside of that poor girls apartment, aren't you" Dean calls his brother out on his whereabouts and Y/N snickers, shaking her head. "No....Yes" Sam tries to cover it up but Deans silence makes him confess.

"You got a funny way of showing your affection" Dean teases. "Says you, Mr. I'm In Love With Y/N But Won't Admit It" Sam counters, a smirk on his face. Deans face drops, his heart beating out of his chest. He's too speechless to answer and just clears his throat. "That's what I thought" Sam laughs. "What's he saying?" Y/N asks Dean curiously from across the room after seeing Deans face drop.

Dean just shakes his head, "Nothing important" He tells her quickly, she cocks her eyebrow at his sudden change in tone but ignores it, taking a drag from her cigarette. "You found anything on her or what?" Sam changes the subject. "Sorry man. She checks out. There's a Meg Masters in the Andover phone book. I even pulled up her high school photo" Dean informs him, going back to mocking his brother.

"Now, why don't you go knock on her door and uh invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do, huh?" Dean says smugly, Y/N huffs a chuckle at his tone. Sam shakes his head ignoring his comment. "What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asks him. "Yeah. And we did have some luck with that. Y/N found out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school. Like 2000 years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva" Dean explains.

"What's a Daeva?" Sam asks in confusion. "Translates to 'demon of darkness'. Zoroastrian demons. And they're savage, animalistic. You know? Nasty attitudes, kind of like demonic pitbull" Dean further explains. "How'd you figure that out?" Sam asks almost impressed. "Give me some credit, man. You and Y/N aren't the only ones paper chasing around here" Dean says smugly, flashing Y/N a wink and she huffs a laugh.

"Bullshit! I'm the one that found it Sam!" She yells from across the room, dusting the ash in the tray. "Oh can it, Princess. I can paper chase too" He huffs jokingly. "Oh yeah? Name the last book you've read" Y/N counters but Dean can't answer. Sam is currently laughing his head off on the other line at their commentary. "Alright, Y/N found it" Dean admits. "Yeah, no kidding" He laughs.

"Alright, heres the thing. These Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean informs him. "So someone's controlling it" Sam says. "Yeah, that's what we're saying. And from what she gathered, it's pretty risky business too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And the arms and the torsos" Dean responds.

"So what do they look like?" Sam asks. "Well, nobody knows. I mean nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia." He informs Sam. "Summoning a demon that ancient. Someone really knows their stuff. I think we got a major player in town" Dean says. Sam sighs at the thought. "Now why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram" Dean teases Sam again.

Y/N chuckles, taking a drag of her cigarette as she shakes her head. "Bite me" Sam retorts dryly. "Bite her. Don't leave teeth marks. Just enough to where-" Dean counters but Sam cuts the phone off mid sentence, annoyed with his brother. "Sam? You-" Dean chuckles, flipping the phone shut. "You love to annoy that kid I swear" Y/N laughs. "It's what siblings are for. Plus, I gotta teach him how to pick women up" He winks at her.

"Yeah, and look where that got you" She snorts. "I got that bartenders number" He says smugly and she rolls her eyes. "I would've gotten it in lesser time" She challenges. His eyes brows raise at her challenge, "Oh yeah? You think you can flirt better than me?" He smirks. "You know damn well I can" She retorts. "I think you're gonna have to remind me. Come on, Princess, show me what you got" He leans back in his chair.

She narrows her eyes at him while taking a drag of her cigarette, contemplating whether or not to accept his challenge. She crushes the burnt out cigarette in the ashtray, not breaking eye contact with him. Deans smirk doesn't falter but his heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile slowly appears on Y/N's face. She struts over to him, her hips swaying as if she were a runway model.

"I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. Deans chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of his chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her eyebrows then scrunch together as if she's confused.

"I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of his cheek. All efforts of Dean playing cool is thrown out the window when she does this. He winces lightly at the contact, which doesn't go unnoticed by Y/N. A smirk rises on her face and she leans to whisper ever so lightly in his right ear, her tone still alluring,

"...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan Dean had to hold back when her lips brushed against his ear was embarrassing. Pulling away slowly, "You were saying, charming?" She teases him, acknowledging his flustered state not before flashing him a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom. Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips.

Dean's POV

I don't allow my smirk to leave my face when she narrows her eyes at me while taking a drag of her cigarette. She then outs the cigarette in the ashtray, blowing the smoke out the window. She doesn't break eye contact with me though I keep my game face on but my heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile takes over her face, a siren-like look in her eyes. I'm beginning to feel as though a whole damn zoo appeared in my stomach.

Her hips sway as she walks towards me. Holy fuck, it drives me crazy when she does that. "I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. My chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of my chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

Her eyebrows then scrunch together in that cute way she unconsciously does it whenever she's focusing on something or is confused. "I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of my cheek. The wince that left my throat was involuntarily and I try to play it off by pretending to clear my throat. But a smirk rises on her face, so I'm pretty sure she noticed it.

She leans, her lips brushing lightly against my right ear, her tone still alluring, "...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan I had to hold back was embarrassing. It took all the power in me not to pull her onto my lap and kiss her like a starving man. She pulls away slowly, her faces inches away from mine. "You were saying, charming?" She teases me, acknowledging my flustered state not before flashing me a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom.

Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips. The blush that I was holding back creeps up my neck as soon as she closes the door behind her. Not a soul on this earth has made me blush before but the power this woman has over me. The effect this God given woman has on me is deadly. I'd give her the last slice of pie just to see a smile on her beautiful face. Screw this, I'm done denying my feelings for her.

I'm in love with Y/N L/N.

THERE. I said it. Oh Sammy is gonna have a field day if I ever admit that to him. I need to sort this out, because I'm sure Y/N would never feel the same way about me. Hell, her dad might kill me if he even knew I was remotely attracted to her. Sure we flirt here and there, but she's naturally a kind, friendly person. I need to sort this out so it won't get in the way of our friendship. I can't lose her. I won't.

Y/N's POV

I close the bathroom door behind me, allowing the confident facade I put on when I was flirting with Dean to wash right off of me. The blush that rose to my face was fucking explosive. I turn the pipe on by the bathroom sink and splash some water over my face to cool myself down.

I take a deep breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm used to flirting with people causally but I've never gotten so heated over an exchange. I need to get ahold of myself, dear god. I'm turning into a puddle by Dean just looking at me. The way he seemed so into it when I was flirting with him gave me a sense of hope that he might be into me too.

But if he was into me, it wouldn't be the way I'm into him, I'm sure of it. Realization dawns on me when I take in my inner monologue. Holy shit.

I'm in love with Dean Winchester.

I can't let my feelings fuck up our friendship. Or fuck up me and Sam's. I can't lose him. I won't.

After recollecting myself, I walk outside the bathroom into the room. Dean is on a phone call but he looks up at me, the phone to his ear with a slight tinge of pink on his face. I flash him a quick wink before going back to my book that I was reading earlier.

Not too long after, Sam enters the motel room in a hurry. "Dude, I gotta talk to you" We all say in unison since me and Dean had some information.

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"So hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva" Dean says in shock after Sam explained to us what he saw after following Meg. "I knew there had to be a reason I didn't like that chick" I say shaking my head. "Yeah. Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing" Sam tells us. "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl" Dean teases his brother chuckling light, raising his eyebrows as Sam rolls his eyes.

"Now what's the deal with that bowl again?" I ask Sam. "She was talking into it, the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone" Sam explains. "With who? With the Daeva?" Dean asks but Sam shakes his head. "No, you guys said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone...who's coming to that warehouse." Sam says.

Me and Dean share a look when he says this, going over to the table we were seated at earlier. "Holy crap" I mutter in realization, handing Dean the paper I picked up for him to look at. His reaction replicates mine, "What?" Sam asks us confused. "What were we're gonna tell you earlier. I uh, I pulled a favor with my-" He begins to say, looking at me with a twinge of guilt? Before clearing his throat and continuing.

"My friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims. We missed something the first time" Dean tells him. "What?" Sam asks, coming next to me to look at the files. "The, uh, first victim, the old man, he spent his whole life in Chicago but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born" I show Sam and his face contort to one of shock.

"Lawrence, Kansas" He breathes out. "Mm-hm" Dean responds as I take out Meredith's file. "And Meredith, the second victim? Turns out she was adopted. Guess where she's from" I explain, showing him the adoption records of Meredith, underneath her name is Lawrence Kansas. Sam pulls a chair and takes a seat next to me, processing the new information.

"Holy crap" He says in shock. "Yeah" Dean says. "I mean. It is where the demon killed our moms. It's where everything started." Sam says looking at us. "So you think Megs tied up with the demon?" I ask them. "I think it's a possibility" Dean says shrugging. "But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam says confused.

"Beats us" I say sighing. "I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg and have ourselves an interrogation" Dean says but Sam shakes his head. "No. We can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We gotta stake out that warehouse. We gotta see who...or what is showing up to meet her" Sam says as we nod agreeing.

"I'll tell you fellas one thing. I don't think we should do this alone" I say to them honestly, giving them a knowing look.

Later, Dean is trying to call his dad while I'm trying to call mine but both keep going to voicemail. "We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom and Mrs. L/N. So...uh. This warehouse, it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can" Dean speaks into John's voicemail, flipping his phone shut.

'This is F/N L/N, I can't reach the phone right now so you can call my daughter. Y/N at (your phone number). Have a good day' BEEP.

I sigh when I hear the beep. "Daddy? It's Y/N. Um, I'm sure you're with Mr. Winchester and he's probably filled you in on what's going on up in Chicago." I say, clearing my throat as the lump starts to build up. Sam enters the motel room as I speak into the voicemail. "Uh, look. It's really important, and we could use the both of your help. Please, we need you" I plead.

When I turn around I see a look of pity on Deans face. So I clear my throat, "Okay, I hope to see you. Love you" I say quickly before hanging up. "They'll be here eventually Princess" Dean assures me and I scoff. "Yeah, sure" I say ironically. "Voicemail?" Sam asks us. "Yeah" me and Dean respond.

Sam then rests down a heavy ass bag behind us. "Jeez. What's you get?" I ask him as he groans, cracking his shoulder chuckling. "I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of. Exorcism rituals from about half dozen religions." He lists off as he go through the bag. "I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?" He says ironically.

Me and Dean share a look, biting back smiles. Dean then takes out the shotgun, I pull out the ammo, he gestures for me to throw him one. I throw one quickly, which he catches. I pull out the pistol and Sam pulls out the ammo for it, we do the same exchange me and Dean did.

"Big night, fellas" I say. "Yeah" Sam says a bit gloomy. "Nervous?" Sam asks us. "No. No. Are you two?" Dean denies but I call bullshit. "No. No way" Sam says shaking his head. "You two.." I say plainly, cocking my pistol. "...are terrible liars" I shake my head, putting the gun in the back of my pants. They shake their heads in amusement at my tone.

"It's okay to be nervous fellas. I mean, this is the thing that took our families away from us. It deserves to be put down" I say firmly and they nod. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon? Sam says. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, alright" Dean chuckles. "I know, I'm just saying, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight?" Sam asks hypothetical.

"Man, I'd sleep for a month" I say humorously, chuckling lightly. "A month? I'm taking the whole damn year" Sam retorts chuckling like me. "Fuck, I'd go back to school. Be a person again" I look up at Dean when Sam said this, his mood instantly went cold. "You wanna go back to school?" Dean asks a little surprised. "Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing" Sam admits, cocking his gun.

"Huh" Dean mutters and I internally sigh. Oh boy, here we go. "Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Sam asks defensively, noticing Deans mood shift. "No. No. It's great. Good for you" Dean denies, shaking his head. "I mean. What are you two gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asks us. "It's never gonna be over" Dean says bluntly.

"There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt" Dean says. "Buts there's gotta be something you want for yourself. Don't you want something more, Y/N?" He asks the both of us and I shrug. "Yeah I don't want you to leave the second this things over, Sam" Dean snaps, turning around and going over to the dresser.

"Dude, what's your problem?" I ask him calmly. Dean leans on the dresser, chuckling humorlessly. "Why do you think I drag you two everywhere? Huh?" He asks us rhetorically. "I mean. Why do you think I called you and asked you to come?" He turns to me, then turns to Sam. "Why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?". A genuine look of sorrow on his face.

"Because Dad was in trouble. And now so is Mr. L/N. Because you wanted to find the thing that killed our moms" Sam answers. "Yes! That, but it's more than that, guys" He bellows, turning away from us. My heart begins to hurt because he would only do that if he was tearing up. "Dean..." I say lightly. He then turns to us, "The three of us, Dad, F/N. I mean, I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again" He says honestly, his voice cracking.

This makes my heart drop and now I feel bad because as much as I missed the boys, growing up, we didn't really have it easy with our dads. Dean took most of the heat but he's grown used to it and that just makes it worse. He didn't deserve that, none of us did. No child deserves that.

Tears start to well up in Sam's eyes, "Dean, we are a family. If do anything for you two." Sam assured him gently, our faces soften at his words. "But things will never be the way they were before" Sam adds and I could practically see Deans heart break. "Could be" He says with a sad smile. "I don't want them to be" Sam says honestly and now my heart breaks.

"I'm not gonna live this life forever" He admits tearfully. "Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way" Sam says softly but Dean doesn't respond, he just has a look of anguish in his eyes.

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Later, the boys and I go to the warehouse Sam followed Meg too and we climb up the shaft of the side of the building. Currently, Meg is inside on the highest floor, chanting Latin in-front of a black altar. Sam pulls himself up into the side opening, then Dean and I follow behind. We creep around the side slowly and quietly, while Sam and I aim our guns at her.

Her back is turnt to us, so she doesn't notice us behind her. We move quietly around the side where a bunch of wooden crates are stacked and crouch behind them. Dean the pulls out two shotguns. Handing them to us, taking our pistols and putting it in the duffel he was carrying.

Suddenly, "Guys. Hidings a little bit childish, don't you think" Meg says causally, catching us in the act. It nearly scared me shitless. The boys and I share a look of confusion. "Well that didn't work out like I'd planned" Dean says ironically. Meg then turns to us behind the crates, "Why don't you come out?" She says and we all slowly get up from our crouching positions.

Cocking our shotguns at her, we slowly approach her. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship" She says with a smirk. "Yeah, tell me about it" Sam retorts angrily, the grin on her face growing. "So, where's your little Daeva friend?" I grit my teeth at her.

"Around" She puts it vaguely. "And that shotguns not gonna do much good" She says cockily. "Well, don't worry sweetheart, shotguns not for the demon" Dean smirks. "So who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam asks her, narrowing his eyes at her. "You" She says plainly, a smile on her face.

That's when I feel the chills at the back of my neck again, this time, it's paired with the heated sensation I felt when I first saw Meg, only more intense. Fuck it was a trap. I should've known dammit. The suddenly, a force knocks the shotgun out of Sams hand in a flash, throwing him harshly to the ground and scratching him across his face.

"Sam!" Me and Dean yell. Before me and Dean could react, it knocks out shotguns out of our hands and then throws me into the wall and Dean into the stack of crates. We don't get much time to recover, head starts to feel fuzzy and the room starts to spin and that's when my body finally gives in, everything turning dark.

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Third Person POV

Y/N stirs awake after being knocked out, the three now tied to posts with rope. "You okay princess?" Dean asks Y/N, blood dripping down his face and the side of his head. She nods weakly, "I'm fine, charming. Just a little tied up" She says ironically, making Dean snort. A scratch, similar to Sam's, on her neck and one on her chest, right over her right boob.

She looks down at it and groans, "Seriously, why do they always go for the boob?!" She exclaims. She sees a slight smirk raise on Deans face from the corner of her eye and her gaze snaps over to him. "Not a word, Winchester" She growls and he chuckles lightly. "I didn't say anything" He says defensively.

"You two are fucking annoying" Meg groans as she enters the room. "Oh yeah, you should see me drunk. You'd love me" Dean retorts as Sam stirs awake. Meg stares right at Sam as he groans. "Hey, Sam?" Y/N calls out for Sam and he turns to her. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch" Y/N spits bitterly, turning to Meg.

"This...the whole thing was trap" Sam clenches his jaw as Meg grins at him. "Running into you at the bar. Following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set up, wasn't it?" Sam says as Meg chuckles darkly. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" He add. "Doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all" She smiles wickedly.

"You killed those two people for nothing!" Y/N snaps. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less" Meg counters with a smile. Y/N glares at her, pure hatred in her eyes. The boy's expression mirrors hers. "You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already" Dean pokes at her.

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" She says vaguely, a look of confusion covering the three hunters face. Meg then leads forward, "This trap isn't for you" She smirks and realization dawns on Sam and Y/N. "No.." Y/N whispers, her breathing quickening. "Our dads" Sam says lowly.

"It's a trap for our dads" Y/N says and Dean looks over at Meg who has a smirk on her face. Confirming it. Dean then chuckles, "Well, sweetheart, you're dumber than you look." He ridicules her. "Cuz even if they were in town, which they're not. They wouldn't walk into something like this, they're too good" Dean brags.

"They are pretty good. I'll give you that." Meh agrees, getting up from the table she was sitting on. She moves closer to Dean, pulling down his legs, she crouches infront from of him. "But you see, they have one weakness" She says, pulling his collar. "What's that?" Dean asks.

"You" She responds as if it's obvious. "They let their guards down around their children. Let their emotions cloud their judgements" She says darkly. Sam and Y/N clench their jaws at the thought. "I happen to know they are in town. And they'll come and try to save you" Meg says smugly.

"And then the Daevas will kill everybody, nice and slow and messy" She says morbidly. Looking over at Sam and Y/N with a smirk. "Well, I got news for you. It's gonna take a lot more than some shadow to kill them" Y/N counters. "Oh, the Daevas are in the room here. They're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see" Meg says smugly, making Y/N roll her eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Meg?" Sam asks her. "What kind of deal have you got worked out here, huh? And with you?" Y/N adds. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do." Meg snaps. "Loyalty. Love." She adds. "Like the love you have for Mommy" She mocks Y/N who's glaring at her. She then turns to Sam with a smirk. "And Jess"

"Go to hell" Sam grits his teeth, his nostrils glaring in anger. "Baby, I'm already there" Meg smiles darkly. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawls over to Sam. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty" She says in a sultry tone. She then throws her leg over his lap, straddling him. Leaning in towards his ear to whisper, "I think we both know...how you really feel about me" She says lowly, sam groans in pain and disgust, wrenching in misery.

"You know, I saw you watching me....changing in my apartment" She teases him and Deans eyebrow cocks up at this. "It turned you on, didn't it?" Megs tone is alluring in Sams ear. "Get a room you two" Dean groans in disgust. "I'll get one for me and Sam and you can get one for you and Y/N" She retorts at him with a wink. Y/N nostrils flare in anger, her chest heaving.

"Screw you bitch!" She snaps. "I'll let Dean do that for you" She laughs manically. Deans too stunned by the banter to say anything. Speechless. "I didn't mind, baby. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun" She whispers again in Sams ear, licking it and kissing his neck.

"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now" Sam says in a low tone, smirking at Meg who smiles widely. Going back to kissing his neck. That's when she hears a metal clinking on the ground. Her gaze snaps over to Dean and she gets off of Sam. Going behind the pillar that Deans tied up against to see a knife in his hand that he's trying to hide.

She then takes it out and throws it across the room. Moving over to Dean who has a smug smile on his face. She then crawls back over to Sam, "Now, were you just trying to distract while your brother cuts free" She says in a low tone, straddling Sam again. "No. No" He says lowly, shaking his head.

"It was because I have a knife of my own" Y/N chimes in, bursting out of the rope. She springs to her feet and kicks Meg straight across the face with her combat boots, HARD. "Y/N! Get the alter" Dean tells her urgently as Meg groans in pain on the floor. Y/N nods and goes over to the table with the alter, tipping it over and destroying it.

Meg gasps in terror as the shadows of the Daevas begin dragging her to the window at the edge of the building. "Nooo! NOOO!!" She screams for misery, only to plummet to her death off the building screaming. Y/N quickly grabs the knife she used to cut herself free, going over to Dean cutting him free, helping him up then doing the same for Sam.

They look at each other in terror at what they just witnessed. Going over to the now broken window to see Meg, at least 10 stories down, dead. "So I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around" Y/N says ironically. "I guess not" Dean agrees. "Hey Sam?" Dean says.

"Hmm?" Sam replies.

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?" Dean says sarcastically, a smirk on his face. Y/N snickers at the comment, tapping Sam on his shoulder who has his classic bitchface on.

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The trio are now walking down the hall of the motel to get back to their motel room. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asks Sam who's carrying the bag of weapons as Y/N digs into her pocket for the room key. "I said it before and I'll say it again: Better safe that sorry" He retorts, looking back as Y/N puts the key in, unlocking their room door.

As soon as they enter, they see the shadows of two men in their room. "Hey!" Dean yells, turning on the light. The two men then turn around with sad smiles on their faces revealing themselves to be, John Winchester and F/N L/N. Their fathers. The boys and Y/N are stunned. "Daddy? Mr. Winchester?" Y/N says in disbelief. "Hey kids" John says lightly.

Sam and Y/N have tears brimming in their eyes. Dean instantly goes over and hugs his father tightly. Y/N is stuck in place, unsure what to do. "You're not gonna give your old man a hug?" F/N says jokingly, opening his arms. Y/N chuckles a bit, sniffling on her tears. She walks over and wraps her hands tightly around her father, melting into his hug. "I missed you, daddy" She says sniffling.

Happy to finally give her father the hug she was longing to give him since they say he disappeared. "I missed you too, baby" He responds just as tearful, kissing his daughter's forehead as they embrace. Dean and Y/N let go of their fathers hugs about the same time, switching. "How are you sweetheart?" John asks Y/N as they embrace. "I've been better, Mr. Winchester" She responds lightly.

"And you, son?" F/N asks Dean. "Same ole, same ole" Dean answers in the same tone. Meanwhile, Sam is unsure whether to hug his dad or not. He approaches them, resting his bag of weapons on the ground. "Hi, Sam" John says to his younger son, a smile on his face."Hey, Dad" Sam says wearily. "Mr. L/N" Sam nods kurtly at F/N, giving him a tight smile. "Sam" F/N replies with a nod.

"It was a trap. I didn't know. I'm sorry" Dean apologizes to John and F/N for being lured into Megs trap. They both nod, "It's alright. We thought it might have been" John assures him. "You guys were there?" Dean asks them. "Yeah, we got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive" F/N informs them and they all look at each other guilty.

"She was the bad guy right?" He asks them. "Yes, sir" The three young hunters respond to F/N firmly in unison. "Well, it doesn't surprise me. It tried to stop us before." John tells them and Sam looks surprised. "The demon has?" He asks them. "It knows we're close. It knows we're gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it" F/N says to them.

They're all confused but nod listening to him. "How?" Y/N asks confused. John smiles, the smile reminding her of Deans when he has a plan in mind, and shares a look with F/N. "We're working on that" John responds. Dean and Y/N have a soft smile on their faces at this. "Well, let us come with you. We'll help" Sam i insists. Y/N nods agreeing.

Dean looks at his brother and y/n, a pained look on his face. "No, son. Not yet" F/N says gently. "Listen, try to understand....this demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you kids caught in the cross fire or getting hurt" John tries to reason. "You guys don't have to worry about us" Y/N assure them and F/N sighs.

"Of course we do. We're your fathers" F/N says, his voice cracking. John then looks over at Sam, guilt on his face. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together we had one hell off a fight" John begins. "Yes sir" Sam responds firmly. "It's good to see you again." John says with a sad smile. Sams tears running down his face. They then embrace in a tight tearful hug.

Y/N felt a happy to see them reunite, her heart swelling in joy. F/N looks over at his daughter, the guilt of their last encounter on his mind. "Y/N/N, I'm sorry" He says genuinely. Y/N's gaze snaps to her father in shock, "Well I'll be damned, I never thought I'd hear those words leave your mouth" She scoffs, chuckling humorlessly, tears forming again in her eyes.

"And you'll never hear it again" F/N jokes in effort to make Y/N laugh. She lets out a gentle laugh. They embrace again in a hug. Even Dean is shocked to hear her father apologize. "You'll always be my baby" He says to her wholeheartedly, she has to hold back a sob when he says this, her heart aching. "I know" She responds sniffling, finally getting some kind of closure, her heart swells.

As they all let go of the hug, the hunters look at each other tearfully and then a force suddenly throws F/N and John across the room. "Dad!" Y/N yells. Only to be tackled herself and thrown to the floor along with Sam, groaning in pain. "No!!!" Dean screams, now throwing across the next side of the room and clawed on his forehead.

Meanwhile outside the motel building, Meg, who they thought to be dead, is controlling the Daevas with a talisman, a dark bring on her face.

F/N and John scream in pain as the Daevas dig into their skins torturously, clawing at them. Their blood splattering. Sam runs over to his bag with weapons, pulling out a flare. "Shut your eyes!" He tells them. "These things are shadow demons. So let's light them up!" He then pulls the flare, lighting it aflame and throws it in the middle of the room as they all shield their eyes.

They all cough from smoke, Sam grabs the bag of weapons and make way to the exit. "Dad! John! Over here" Y/N yells. They help their fathers up, Dean wraps Johns arm around his shoulder and Y/N does the same with F/N. Sam holds the door open and they make way through it quickly.

They all exit the motel building as they help their fathers out and make way to the Impala around the side of the carpark. "Alright, come on. We don't have much time" Sam says urgently, opening the backseat door and throwing the bag inside. "As soon as the flares out, they'll be back" Y/N says as F/N and John lean against the Impala, trying to catch their breaths.

"No. Wait, wait!" Dean says and the two look at him confused. "Guys, wait" He breathes out heavily, looking at John and F/N. "You guys can't come with us" Dean says, his heart aching just to say that. "What?!" Sam and Y/N say in confusion. "What're you talking about?" Sam asks his brother tearfully.

"You kids, you're beat to hell" F/N says, shaking his head. "You need us!" John remarks. "We'll be alright!" Dean snaps, giving them a look. "Dean. We're should stick together! We'll go after this demon, together!" Y/N exclaims frustrated. "Princess, listen to me!" Dean bellows a little to get her attention, her mouth snaps shut at his tone.

"Look guys, we almost we almost got Dad and Mr. L/N killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop." Dean tries to reason with Sam and Y/N. "They're gonna try again, they're gonna use us to get to them. I mean. Meg was right. They're vulnerable when they're with us" Dean tries to explain.

"They're stronger without us around" Dean admits. John and F/N have guilty looks on their faces when Y/N looks over at them. Realization dawning on her, she felt idiotic that she didn't notice of it before, allowing her emotions to cloud her judgments.

Sam shakes his head, not wanting to accept it. "Dad, F/N. No" Sam pleads, putting his hands on his fathers shoulder. "After everything" He then puts his hand on F/N's shoulder. The two, holding on Sams wrists. "After all the time we spent looking for you guys. Please. I gotta be apart of this fight" Sam begs them. "Son, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play" F/N tells him firmly, looking at his daughter and Dean.

"But for now, you gotta trust me, Sammy." John says to his son firmly. Sam looks at him in disbelief, crying at the thought. "He's right, Sam." Y/N says sadly, her voice cracking. Sam turns to her with tears running down his face. She looks at Dean who is crying himself, her heart breaking at the sight. "You gotta let them go. We all do" She sobs shaking her head. Sam holds back his sniffles, nodding painfully.

Taking his hand off John and F/N's shoulder. They walk between the three and head over to F/N's 1986 step-side GMC Sierra Grande. John opens the passenger as F/N opens the drivers side. “Be careful, kids” John says with a sad smile. “Love you, y/n/n. You too, boys.” F/N says sadly before jumping into the truck, along with John. Sam and Dean nod sadly,

“Love you too, daddy” Y/N says weakly, clutching her scratch on her arm inflicted by the Daeva. “Come on” Dean says to them, jumping in the drivers seat. Y/N gets in the back while Sam goes over to the passenger side as F/N starts the truck, driving off. The three look at them driving away tearfully before sharing a sad look.

Dean then starts the Impala and backs out of lot, going the other direction. Meg emerges from the side of the building, glaring at the Impala that’s driving away. The three unaware of her still being alive.

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Authors Note: This chapter is unedited so please excuse the mistakes. Hope you guys liked this chapter and it’s bitter sweet end! I’m excited to to the next episode because it’s very funny (iykyk) lol.

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Wendigo | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, Dean's a dick but so is the reader

Word Count: 8817

A/N: Happy Saturday! Enjoy the next chapter!! Taglist/Requests are open!!

Series Rewrite Masterlist

You were curled up against the backseat of the Impala writing in your journal and humming along to Dean’s Foreigner cassette tape when Sam jerked awake in the front seat. You jerked up as well, concerned.

Dean shot his brother a worried look. “You okay?”

Sam blinked and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Bull. Nightmare?” you asked.

The younger brother just cleared his throat in response.

“You wanna drive for a while?” Dean asked.

You and Sam gave him an incredulous look.

“Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that,” he laughed.

“Just thought you might want to. Never mind.” He rolled his eyes and returned them to the road.

“Look, man, you’re worried about me,” Sam sighed. “I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay.”

His brother just hummed in response.

“I’ll take you up on that driving offer, though,” you chimed in.

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“And I told you I wasn’t listening.”

“Dick.”

Dean just scoffed in response.

Sam’s unfolding of a map brought the conversation back on track. “All right, where are we?”

“Just outside of Grand Junction,” you answered. You leaned over his shoulder and pointed at the spot labeled “Grand Junction” and drew a trail with your finger over to a spot labeled with the coordinates Dean had found in John’s journal.

Sam hesitated before speaking again. “You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon.”

Dean shook his head. “Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica—”

“We gotta find Dad first,” Sam finished.

“Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence.”

“Wait, showing up again?” you asked. Even after poking around at Stanford, this was the first you’d heard of a previous encounter with the creature.

“I thought Sam would’ve told you,” Dean said.

“Told me what?”

Sam turned to face you. “You remember what I said about my mom dying? She died the same way Jess did.”

You nodded in solemn understanding.

The car went quiet again; the silence only broken by the older brother. “Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do.”

Sam scanned the map again. “It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge.”

“What about it?” you asked, putting your chin on Sam’s shoulder to look at the map.

“There's nothing there. It's just woods.” He put down the map, looking past your head at Dean. “Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?”

Dean just shrugged in response.

The three of you found yourselves in a ranger’s station in Lost Creek National Forest just outside of Blackwater Ridge. You and Sam scanned a three-dimensional map of the forest atop a large table in the center of the room.

“So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote.” The brunet tapped his finger against the ridge’s label on the map. “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.”

However, his brother’s attention could not be pulled away from a picture on the wall. “Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear.”

You walked over to him, and he was right. The thing was massive. The man standing behind its corpse looked like a dwarf in comparison.

“There’s about a dozen or so grizzlies in the area,” you added.

You and the boys were startled by a ranger’s voice coming from behind you. “You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?”

“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper,” Sam assured him, laughing awkwardly.

Dean grinned and raised a fist. “Recycle, man.”

‘I could hit him. Jackass.’

The ranger obviously did not believe him. “Bull.”

Your eyes flicked to Dean, who was unmoving.

“You're friends with that Haley girl, right?” the ranger continued.

“Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger— Wilkinson.” Dean faltered only to read the ranger’s name tag.

“Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?”

You shook your head.

“You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”

“We will.” Dean paused only for a moment. “Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?”

“That is putting it mildly.”

You laughed. ‘I’m sure we’d get along great.’

“Actually,” Dean stopped the ranger from leaving the room. “You know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.”

The ranger eyed Dean curiously, but still got him a copy of the permit.

Dean laughed smugly as the three of you left the station, waving the paper around.

“What are you, five?” you asked him.

“Listen, sweetheart, I consider this a major success.” You quirked a brow at him, mildly annoyed he called you that stupid name again. “This eliminates a lot of the groundwork we normally have to do.”

“Fair point,” you shrugged.

Sam broke the somewhat comfortable silence. “Are you cruising for a hookup or something?”

Considering the thought you’d just had, you were taken slightly aback. “What do you mean?”

“The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?” Sam was more talking pointedly at Dean and not you. You came to a stop on your respective sides of the Impala.

You couldn’t quite see Dean over the top of the car. “I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?”

You could practically feel the look Dean was giving Sam.

“What?” the brunet scoffed.

“Since when are you all shoot-first-ask-questions-later, anyway?”

“Since now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, biting the inside of your lip. “Really?’ you muttered, getting down into the car.

***

Sam walked a little further up the walkway to the Collins house than you and Dean did.

“Forty-five minutes in that copy room for this?” you inspected Dean’s small, fake park ranger ID.

“Can’t rush art, sweetheart.”

“Now you’re just working it into every sentence because you know it aggravates me.”

"Yup,” Dean chuckled.

You smirked lopsidedly and Dean knocked on Haley Collins’s front door. A quite beautiful, dark-haired girl opened it moments later.

“You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and (Y/N), we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.”

Haley hesitated. “Lemme see some ID.”

Dean held up the ID you’d previously been inspecting to the screen door. The girl looked between the ID and Dean.

“Come on in.”

“Thanks.”

The door swung open, allowing Haley to catch a glimpse of the Impala. “That yours?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice car.” She began leading the three of you into the home.

Dean looked back at Sam, mouthing something excitedly to him that you couldn’t quite make out. You rolled your eyes. You decided then and there you would push your attraction to him to the side for the rest of the time you were working with the brothers. To you, he was just an asshole playboy.

Sam’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?”

You took in the sight of the table set for dinner and a young boy who looked to be about thirteen already picking at his plate of food.

Haley entered the room with a bowl and placed it onto the table. “He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now.”

“Well, maybe he can't get cell reception,” you suggested.

“He's got a satellite phone, too.”

‘Well, there goes that theory.’

“Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean threw in.

The teenage boy clanked his fork against his plate, sharply stating, “He wouldn't do that.”

You eyed the boy, getting a read on him.

“Our parents are gone,” Haley said. “It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”

You nodded in understanding. As much as you were trying to dislike her, it wasn’t working all that well.

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked.

Haley pulled out her laptop to show Sam the folder of pictures and videos her brother had sent her. “That's Tommy.” You could hear the sadness in her voice.

She clicked through to the most recent video.

A scruffy, presumably twenty-five year old man appeared onscreen. “Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.”

Something flickered past outside the young man’s tent. Your brows furrowed.

“Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing,” Dean assured her.

“Then maybe I'll see you there,” she answered. “Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.”

“I think I know how you feel.”

Your eyes flicked over to Dean, growing angry at what you assumed to be an attempt at seducing the girl.

‘She’s mourning the potential loss of her brother, and you’re gonna try and charm her? Asshole.’

The younger Winchester once again broke you out of your thoughts. “Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?”

“Sure.” Haley clicked away on her laptop again.

***

You and the boys wound up at a bar. The table was covered in newspapers, John’s journal, and beer bottles; some full and some half empty.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.”

You gestured to John’s journal, which Sam slid over to you. You began flipping through it.

“Any before that?” Dean asked.

Sam pulled out a newspaper to show his brother. “Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack.”

You leaned across the table, squinting at the headline. You felt Dean’s eyes flick to your breasts that had subsequently been pushed up in your wife beater as you leaned over.

You glared at him. “Stay focused, Winchester.”

Dean rolled his eyes, apparently unable to find his way to a witty response. You turned your attention back to the headline that read, “ GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS! UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA.”

Sam pulled out his laptop. “Before that, 1959 and 1936. Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork.”

“You have WiFi in here?” you questioned.

“Don’t need it. Just wanted to look at Haley’s video.” He pulled it up from a folder on his screen.

“Oh, shit. I almost forgot. Can I see that?” You hopped off your stool to get between the two brothers. “Watch this.” You clicked through the three frames of the video containing the shadow you’d seen flash across the screen. “That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move.”

Dean reached across you to hit Sam’s shoulder. “Told you something weird was going on.”

Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop. “Yeah. I got one more thing.” He put a newspaper article between you and Dean. “In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”

You skimmed the article briefly. “Is there a name?”

The only survivor of the attack in the article Sam showed you and Dean was a child at the time. He now lived a life of what appeared to be solitude. He drove a beat up truck that was parked haphazardly in his driveway and lived several miles out of the city. You took in the poor old man’s messy house as he led your trio into his living room.

“Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—”

Sam interrupted him. “Grizzly? That's what attacked them?”

Mr. Shaw lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and nodded.

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean’s tone was slightly pointed. “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

The old man continued to take drags of his cigarette. He seemed almost scared to entertain any other explanation aside from a grizzly bear attack.

Dean continued to pressure him. “If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.”

Mr. Shaw shook his head. “I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make.” He sat down in his recliner. “You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”

Sam sat down opposite the old man. “Mr. Shaw, what did you see?”

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

“It came at night?”

He nodded.

“Got inside your tent?”

“It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it.”

You tried to keep your face from conveying your intrigue and tinge of fear.

“Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.” You could see Mr. Shaw becoming lost in his mind.

“It killed them?” Sam continued.

“Dragged them off into the night.” The old man shook his head as if to shake away the memories. “Why it left me alive... been asking myself that ever since.” He took a brief pause before reaching to the collar of his wife beater. “Did leave me this, though.” He pulled it down to reveal three long, deep claw mark scars. Through morbid curiosity, you were tempted to run your fingers over the jagged edges of the scarring. You couldn’t imagine how painful and angry the marks must have been when the poor man first got them.

“There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Shaw. We’re sorry about your parents,” you told him, turning away. “Have a good night, sir.”

Mr. Shaw seemed too caught up in his own head to respond with more than a wave, letting a cloud of smoke slither out of his mouth.

*** Later that night, you and the boys had just booked a room in yet another crappy motel.

‘One of these days I’ll treat myself to a stay in a halfway decent hotel.’

Before the three of you would be turning in for the night, you were headed to Dean’s car to pack your bags for the early morning you were about to have.

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

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

“Corporeal? Look at you, smartass,” you laughed.

“Shut up. So what do you think?”

“The claws, the speed that it moves…” Dean trailed off. “Could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it.”

“True,” you started. “But how are you gonna know what to bring to kill it with if we have no idea what it is?”

“Just trust me on this one,” Dean replied. “There’s not much a gun won’t be able to take care of.” He let the door to the motel almost completely swing shut behind him; nearly hitting you in the face.

You caught it just in time. “Right, right. Just like you ‘took care’ of Constance by shooting her.”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” Dean raised a brow at you, just barely turning over his shoulder to give you his response. He started busying himself in the weapons box in the back of his car.

“I mean, just barely. Nearly caught me in the crossfire.”

Dean rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “And what a shame that would’ve been.”

“Hey!” You shoved his shoulder with yours.

He glared at you in response.

Sam, who had been quiet the last few minutes, spoke up. “We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.”

His brother was rummaging through the weapons box; haphazardly throwing guns into his duffel bag. “Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?”

You found a shotgun that was slightly smaller than the rest, giving it a once over before moving to put it in a duffel bag of your own. Before you could fully get it settled in the bag, Dean took it from you.

You went to protest, but Sam cut you off by saying, “Yeah,” as if it was obvious.

Dean turned his attention away from you and your shotgun long enough for you to steal it back.

“Her brother's missing, Sam,” he tried to reason. “She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.”

Dean seemed to notice you had taken the gun back and glared at you. He picked up his own duffel, and you closed the weapons cavity.

“Finding Dad’s not enough?” Sam countered while you closed the trunk. “Now we gotta babysit too?”

You and Dean gave Sam a look.

“What?” he snapped.

You shook your head.

“Nothing,” Dean replied. He threw the duffel bag at him and walked off.

***

You yawned and pulled yourself into a tighter ball on the backseat of Dean’s Impala. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night for a reason you couldn’t quite place.

“Don’t get too comfortable, sweetheart, we’re here,” Dean told you.

“Fuck.” You grabbed yours and Dean’s duffel bags off the seat next to you and got out of the car to feel loose gravel grating against your boots.

A man who looked to be in his late fifties was up ahead of you next to a Jeep with Haley and the teenager you recognized as Haley’s younger brother. You approached the other three from behind Sam and Dean.

“You guys got room for three more?” the older brother asked.

Haley crossed her arms. “Wait, you want to come with us?”

“Who are these guys?” The older man pointed at your group.

“Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue.”

Sam headed past everyone, and you followed.

You assumed the middle-aged man was the guide Haley had talked about hiring the previous day. He was very skeptical of the three of you. “You're rangers?”

Dean’s confidence never wavered. “That's right.”

“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley was apparently skeptical, too.

“Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.”

‘That’s what he calls me.’ You couldn’t quite understand the pang that went through your chest when he used that nickname for her. You pushed the thought aside once again, reminding yourself that you weren’t special in Dean’s eyes. To you, he was becoming more of a playboy asshole with each passing moment. You hoped your attraction to his beautiful green eyes and sharp jawline would soon turn to disdain.

Speaking of which, he appeared next to you as the guide spoke once more. “What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt.”

You turned around, trying to explain Dean’s attitude away. “He knows that. He just has a funny way of showing it.” You hoped Dean didn’t miss the bite in your tone. And from the way you could feel his glare burning a hole through your skull, you were sure it wasn’t lost on him.

The guide shook his head, brushing past you and the brothers. He headed into the forest, and you followed a few paces behind. You would never admit it, but the woods had always unsettled you just a bit. You tightened your grip on your bag and pushed forward.

Dean had apparently learned the guide’s name from Haley while you were lost in your own anxiety. “Roy, you said you did a little hunting.” He quickened his step to pass you and get up next to Roy.

“Yeah, more than a little.” The response came gruff and disinterested.

“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?”

You could feel where this was going. ‘Don’t fucking provoke him, Winchester.’

“Mostly buck, sometimes bear.” The disinterest was ever present in Roy’s tone as he continued to scan the treeline in front of him.

Dean passed him up, doing that obnoxiously confident backwards walk again. “Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?”

Suddenly, Roy grabbed Dean’s jacket roughly. You nearly flinched.

“Whatcha doing, Roy?” Dean’s tone had hardened.

Roy grabbed a stick, and peering around Dean you could see the jaws of a bear trap close around it inches from Dean’s boot.

“You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger.”

‘Damn.’

Roy dropped the stick and took the lead once more.

Dean turned around to the rest of the group. “It's a bear trap.”

You scoffed.

You could hear Haley’s quickened step crunching leaves as she passed you to catch up to Dean. “You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers.” She grabbed his arm, spinning him to face her. “So who the hell are you?”

The teenage boy passed his sister and Dean. You and Sam hesitated behind Haley, shooting Dean a quizzical look. Dean jerked his head for the two of you to go on. You followed Sam forward, but hung back close enough that you could hear Dean and Haley’s conversation.

“Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. (Y/N) is—” you were interested in this explanation, “—a friend of ours.”

‘Oh, so we’re friends now.’

“He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat.”

“Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?”

“I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ...ever. So, we okay?”

‘Wonder how many times he’s used that line.’ You caught that same squeeze happening in your chest happening again. You desperately wished to get ahold of yourself and snap out of it. ‘He’s just pretty to look at. He’s a complete douche. Get it together, girl.’

You had missed Haley’s response to Dean’s “heartfelt” admission, but heard “And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?” You heard the rustling of a plastic bag behind you, and remembered the bag of peanut M&Ms he had bought at a gas station before coming here. You heard Dean start walking again, and you hurried ahead to catch up with Sam and not look like you were snooping.

Dean had apparently noticed you were hanging back and chuckled to himself. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

He walked up beside you. “Jealous?”

“What?” you turned to him, feigning disgust. “Fuck no.”

“So… you were just snooping because…?”

You wanted to smack the smug grin off his face. His amusement at your aggravation riled you up even more. “I was just curious what she thought of us. And to be frank, I don’t exactly trust your ability to explain things away. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” You knew he didn’t believe you. “That’s all.”

You petulantly stole the bag of peanut M&Ms from him.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

You marched on.

“This is it. Blackwater Ridge,” Roy announced after what felt like hours of walking. Your anxiety around getting lost in the forest was only deepening. That was what it all boiled down to. You had a fear of not being in control, and the idea of a place where every “landmark” looked the same, wildlife ruled the terrain, and being alone in it was pretty much a death sentence, scared you pretty severely. Not to mention, the time you almost bled to death in the middle of the woods had another hunter not found you.

You had no means of identifying where you’d come back from. All the trees seemed the same to you. You had no idea how you were going to get back to the car at the end of the day; if you were even going to make it out of here by the end of the day. You had been walking for so long that you were sure you’d be sleeping out here tonight. The thought of that frightened you even more.

What truly unsettled you was that the sounds you had been hearing up until you made it to Blackwater Ridge— crickets, leaves rustling, birds chirping— all of it had been silenced.

“I'm gonna go take a look around,” Roy announced.

The younger Winchester stopped him. “You shouldn't go off by yourself.”

Roy’s snark almost rivaled Dean’s. “That's sweet. Don't worry about me.” He waved his gun around and pushed between the two brothers to head deeper into the forest.

Dean turned to the rest of your group. “Alright, everybody stays together. Let's go.”

‘Great. More fucking woods.’ You marched forward, trying to put on a brave face.

Sam’s eyes softened when he caught sight of you. “You okay?”

Apparently, your “brave face” wasn’t as brave as you thought. “Yeah, why?”

“You look… kinda nervous.”

“Yeah, I am. I’m, uh, kinda scared of the forest, honestly.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” Dean’s mocking tone interrupted your vulnerable moment. “You’re scared of a little woods?” He jutted out his bottom lip, feigning a pout.

“Fuck off, Winchester. I’m fine.”

“Whoa, touchy. Relax.” Dean held his hands up in surrender. “Was just poking fun, that’s all.”

“Okay, well, it wasn’t funny. So, fuck off.” You rushed ahead, still white-knuckling the duffel bag on your shoulder.

Before Dean could catch up to you or respond, Roy called out from quite a bit ahead. “Haley! Over here!”

Haley took off in the direction of Roy’s voice, closely followed by you. Haley froze at the sight in front of her. “Oh, my God.”

In the clearing Roy had found, bloodied, torn open tents surrounded mutilated camping supplies and backpacks. Deep gashes in the tent material and the surrounding trees were jagged and stained with blood around the edges. The sight wasn’t making your queasiness any better.

“Looks like a grizzly.”

‘No, it doesn’t, Roy,’ you thought.

Haley’s backpack hit the ground next to you, and she tore through the campsite; screaming her brother’s name.

Sam moved to quiet her down. She kept screaming. A much harsher “Shh!” passed Sam’s lips, finally getting the girl to settle down.

“Why?” she questioned defensively.

“Something might still be out there,” he answered.

Dean called his brother’s name from the other end of the campsite. You followed Sam over to the sound of Dean’s voice.

You crouched down next to Sam. Dean snapped a stick and pointed to a set of drag marks on the ground. “The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird. I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog.”

The three of you stood and returned to the campsite to find Haley crying on the ground over her brother’s broken and bloodied phone.

“Hey, he could still be alive,” Dean told her. She shot him a confused and slightly angry look.

Out of nowhere, a scratchy male voice started gutturally calling, “Help! Help!”

Roy was quick to run to the shouter’s aid. However, you weren’t so sure it was a real person screaming like that.

“Help! Somebody!” came again.

The brothers started off to follow Roy.

“Wait, guys!” you called, not wanting to be left alone despite your hesitation.

“C’mon, (Y/N)!” Sam called.

You dropped your duffel in your rush to follow Sam’s voice. When you found where the group had gathered, you could see the brothers searching the treeline. You licked your teeth, upset that your intuition was right. Your group had found no one.

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

“Everybody get back to camp,” you ordered.

You followed the path you were pretty sure would get you back to the mangled campsite. Thankfully, your sense of direction was right, but all of your supplies had been taken by the time you returned.

“Our packs!” Haley exclaimed.

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

“What the hell is going on?” Haley was catching on.

“It’s smart. It’s trying to isolate us so we can’t call for help. It knows we won’t last long without supplies,” you stated.

“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear.” The guide’s voice was hard and angry.

“I need to speak with you two. In private.” You pulled the brothers aside by their jackets. Dean shrugged your hand off him.

“Can I see your dad’s journal?” you asked. Yours had been taken along with your duffel bag.

“No, why?” Dean asked petulantly.

“Please, dude, c’mon.” You were not in the mood.

“Give it to her, Dean,” Sam chimed in.

Dean rolled his eyes and handed it over.

You flipped through until you found a page marked by a First Nations-style drawing of a tall figure with long claws labeled “Wendigo.” You looked up at the boys expectantly.

“Oh, come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west,” Dean responded.

“Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice,” you tried to reason.

“Great.” He took his pistol out of his belt. “Well, then this is useless.”

“I told you guns don’t work on everything,” you quipped.

“Shut up.”

Sam took the journal from you and handed it back to his brother. “We gotta get these people to safety.” He led you and Dean back to the group. “All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.”

Haley seemed pissed. “What?”

“Kid, don't worry.” Roy’s tone was almost patronizing. “Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it.”

“It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now,” Sam countered.

“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders.” Roy was now getting in Sam’s face.

“C’mon, Roy, chill out,” you told him, pressing a hand to Sam’s chest to keep him from stepping to Roy.

Sam let you keep your hand there, but still bit back at Roy. “We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you.”

“You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.” The guide was so close you could smell the chewing tobacco on his breath.

Sam still refused to back down. “Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.”

Roy laughed mockingly. “You know you're crazy, right?”

“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—”

Dean pushed you out the way and shoved his brother back. “Relax!”

Haley got between you, the boys, and Roy. “Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.”

You considered for a moment the implications of what may happen if you allowed them to stay.

Dean broke the silence. “It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”

“How?” Haley asked.

“I’m not gonna sugarcoat this,” you began. “We don’t really have the time for the ‘monsters under the bed are real’ talk. This thing is a Wendigo. I’m gonna start carving some symbols into the ground. No one crosses the circle once I’ve drawn it. Got it?”

Haley nodded at you. “What can I do?”

“Build a fire with— sorry, I never caught his name,” you gestured to the teenager next to her.

“Ben,” Haley told you.

“Ben. You two start gathering enough wood and tinder to keep a fire going. Don’t go too far, though, please.”

She and Ben nodded at you before setting off.

“Thank you,” you called after the Collins siblings. “Sam, Dean, help me with the Anasazi symbols.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean said. You were surprised at his compliance.

After a while of scuttling across the forest floor drawing a circle of Anasazi symbols around the campsite, the sun had set. Haley and Ben had long since returned and were tending the fire. As you finished the last symbol, you brushed the dirt off your hands on your jeans.

Haley looked up at you from her place by the fire. “One more time, that's—”

“Anasazi symbols. It's for protection,” Dean explained. “The wendigo can't cross over them.”

Roy laughed, feeling the need to assert the fact he thought this was bullshit.

“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy,” Dean told him, clearly fatigued of the man’s attitude.

Roy turned his attention back to the treeline with his gun over his shoulder. You followed Dean over to where Sam sat away from the group at the edge of the campsite.

“You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?” Dean asked his brother.

“Dean—” the younger one began to protest. You sat down next to him.

“No, you're not fine.” Of course, he already knew what Sam was going to say. “You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?”

You laughed. “Yeah, I’ve got enough of that attitude with just him, Sam.”

Dean nudged the tip of your boot with his harshly. You returned his glare petulantly.

“Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?” Sam’s mind was clearly going a mile a minute.

“Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek.”

You decided to just sit back and listen for a moment before throwing your two cents in.

“Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?” Sam threw his hands up in frustration.

“This is why.” Dean held out his dad’s journal to his brother. “This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.”

Sam shook his head. “That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?”

“I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it.”

Sam’s eyes began to well with tears. “Dean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.”

“Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me.” Sam looked up at Dean. “You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.”

Sam looked away again, still fighting the tears congealing in his water line. “How do you two do it? How does Dad do it?”

You let Dean take that question. “Well for one, them.” He gestured to Haley and Ben. “I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable.”

You paused, looking down at the dirt and twigs below you before speaking. “It’s kind of the same for me. I don’t have a family anymore.” You felt Dean’s gaze on you, but kept the burning in your cheeks at bay. “This is really all I’ve ever known. I know I couldn’t go back to a normal life after all this. So, I do what I can to help everyone else’s lives feel a little more normal. Not everybody needs to know what’s really out there. It kinda brings me peace knowing I’m helping somebody else live their life relatively worry-free.”

Dean continued. “I'll tell you what else helps.”

You looked back up at him.

“Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.”

You smiled at Dean genuinely for the first time.

A twig snapped, breaking you and the boys out of the little bonding moment you’d just had. The same, slightly unhuman grainy voice screamed out again from somewhere in the trees. “Help me! Please!”

Dean stands with his gun. You thought about pointing out the fact that it was useless, but decided to keep it to yourself.

“Help!” the strained sound came again.

Sam shined his flashlight through the tree line.

“He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put,” Dean told the group.

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy quipped.

“Shut up, would you?” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Help! Help me!” The voice seemed to become more distant before a low growl emanated from just outside the circle.

Roy pointed his gun at the sound. “Okay, that's no grizzly.”

“Oh, now you believe us,” you quipped.

“(Y/N),” Dean warned, still facing the outside of the circle.

Something rushed past where Haley and Ben were standing. She let out a scream.

“It's here,” the younger Winchester stated.

The guide shot at the rustling bushes, and then again. “I hit it!” He took off before you could protest.

“Roy, no!” you immediately ran after him.

You could hear Dean behind you addressing the Collinses, but barely registered it while trying to follow Roy.

“Roy! Come back!” you called.

“It's over here! It's in the tree!” the man called back.

Just as you reached him, something grabbed onto Roy’s shoulders and began pulling him up into the tree above.

“Roy!” you grabbed his ankles, doing your best to pull him back down to the ground.

Roy was screaming above you, and the Wendigo’s strength was too much for you. Roy’s screaming was cut off sharply by a snapping sound. In that moment, you knew he was gone. You let Roy’s legs go and dropped back down to the ground.

The Winchester brothers appeared at that second, rushing to your side.

“You okay?” Sam asked, helping you up. “Where’s Roy?”

You shook your head. “He’s gone.”

You and the boys headed back to camp to find Haley and Ben huddled together. Haley was caught off-guard by your return, and nearly took you out with her makeshift torch-weapon. “Shit!” she yelped. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“Sorry,” you laughed. “Easy, tiger.”

She threw her torch back into the fire. “Where’s Roy?”

Your smile faded. “I tried to help him. I’m sorry.”

She nodded somberly. A saddened, heavy air fell over your camp as the remaining five of you tried to go to sleep before your undoubtedly busy day tomorrow.

Haley and Ben settled down near the fire with tatters of backpacks and tent material as pillows and blankets respectively. You and Dean forced Sam to lay down and rest because it was evident via the bags under his eyes that he’d had none over the last several days.

“I’ll take first watch,” you told Dean, settling your back against the stump of a tree near where Sam had started falling asleep.

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”

“First of all, stop calling me that,” you snapped. “Second, it wasn’t a suggestion. I’m taking first watch. Go to sleep.”

“Why are you so insistent on this?” Dean furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Why don’t you trust me?” you countered.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re the last person to have seen my dad before he ‘mysteriously disappeared’?”

“You’re not seriously suggesting—” you scoffed, and Dean cut you off again.

“Maybe because I don’t even know you. Maybe because you so readily agreed to just hitch a ride with Sam and I the day Jessica died. Maybe those are some good reasons not to trust you.”

“Dean, I had nothing to do with your dad’s disappearance. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m on my own. Sorry that I was just excited to finally have someone willing to take me along with them. And I don’t give a shit about you, honestly. I do give a shit about Sam, though, and I’m not gonna leave while he’s in this headspace. And I wanna help you find your dad.”

“Why do you care so much?” he hissed in retaliation.

“Because I don’t have any family. I want to help reunite yours. Like you said earlier, it helps you feel a little better and sleep a little easier at night.” Your voice had softened considerably, and you turned your attention from Dean to your hands folded in your lap.

“Fine, but after we find my dad, you’re gone,” he responded after a moment.

“Fine.” You turned away from him, hugging your knees to your chest. “I’m still taking first watch.”

“Whatever, (Y/N).” You could hear Dean moving around behind you.

“Goodnight,” you said.

All you got was a huff in response.

At some point that night, Sam was actually the one to take over your watch. He’d woken up from a nightmare, and you knew he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep any time soon. You did your best to get some sleep despite your heightened sense of awareness from your unsettling surroundings and the anger you still felt at Dean after your argument.

When you did awaken, Sam was sitting against the tree next to you, Dean was talking to Haley about the origin of Wendigos, and Haley was grilling Dean about how he knows about monsters.

“Kind of runs in the family,” was all Dean answered her question with.

You felt Sam push off the tree behind you. You still hadn’t rolled over from your sleeping position.

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

“Well, hell, you know I'm in,” you heard Dean respond.

“'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours',” Sam explained.

You began stretching while Dean continued educating Haley and Ben. “They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.”

“How's a man turn into one of those things?” Haley asked.

“Well, it's always the same,” the older Winchester continued while you started to make your way over to them, brushing leaves out of your hair with your fingers. “During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp.”

“Like the Donner Party.” That was the first you’d ever heard Ben speak.

“Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality,” Sam continued.

“If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry,” Dean finished.

“So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Haley waited for the answer with baited breath.

“You're not gonna like it.”

“Tell me.” Haley steeled herself.

“More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It—” Dean seemed to be searching for the right words, “—uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there.”

“And then how do we stop it?”

You spoke up for the first time, holding an empty beer bottle, a white cloth, and a can of lighter fluid you’d found from near the camp. “Guns are useless, so, Molotov cocktail, baby.”

You could swear Dean cracked a smile at you, but you refused to acknowledge it.

The sun had risen much higher since your crew had first started walking. You had passed multiple trees with bloodied claw marks on them. It was starting to unsettle you, quite honestly. You’d just passed the seventh or eighth claw-marked tree when you decided to bring Sam’s attention to your thought process.

“You know, I was thinking, those claw marks are so clear and distinct. Not at all as jagged as they were on Mr. Shaw’s scar or the tree where the thing snatched Roy. They were almost too easy to follow.”

Almost as if on cue, a low growl rumbled from above and trees rustled. Haley looked up before jerking herself out of the way. And good thing she had, because Roy’s corpse soon landed where she’d stood.

Dean inspected Roy’s corpse while Sam helped Haley up. “His neck's broke.”

The growling continued.

Upon hearing the sound, Dean started to bark out, “Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!”

You immediately split. You were always quite a fast runner and light on your feet. You and Haley took the lead of the group and could hear the boys’ thundering footsteps behind you.

Before you knew it, the growling had landed right in front of you. You and Haley were brought to a skidding halt before the creature. Haley yelped as the creature grabbed your legs and began dragging the two of you. You took the bag of peanut M&Ms you’d stolen from Dean out of your jacket’s inner pocket. You let the bag’s contents out slowly as sticks and rocks scraped up your dragging body. The last thing you felt was a sharp pain on the back of your head before you vision blacked out completely.

The next time you came to, the first thing you felt were your aching wrists and hands on either side of your face. You could faintly hear Dean calling your name, and your vision began to get less hazy as Dean’s voice became more clear.

When Dean’s annoyingly beautiful, worried face finally came into focus, you said the first thing that came to mind. “Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper.”

You could hear Sam laughing behind Dean and Dean sighed. If you didn’t know any better, you would say he sounded relieved.

Sam reached above you to cut your wrists down. “You okay?”

Despite your aching joints, you said, “Yeah.”

Sam helped you over to one of the cave’s walls. “You sure you're alright?”

“Yeah. Yep,” you groaned. “Where is he?”

“He's gone for now.”

“Oh, thank god,” you breathed, making Sam laugh a little. “Oh, sweet.” You noticed the stolen duffel bags next to you and started rummaging through yours. Haley let out a shriek, causing you to jerk your head in her direction. She’d found her brother, and thankfully, he was alive.

“Cut him down!” Haley ordered. Sam got to work.

You found a flare gun in Dean’s duffel bag, saying, “Check it out.” to the rest of your group.

“Flare guns. Those'll work,” Sam responded, grinning.

You laughed, throwing one of the guns at Dean who caught it easily. He twirled it around his finger, smirking at you.

“Enough fooling around, let’s go,” Haley urged. She shouldered her brother, and with Ben’s help, started moving down the mine shaft.

You and Sam held up the rear of the group while Dean took the lead. Amidst the clunky shuffling of Tommy’s weakened body down the shaft, you could hear the same deep, low growling you’d heard in the forest.

“Looks like someone's home for supper,” quipped Dean, scanning the corridor ahead of him.

“We'll never outrun it,” Haley said.

Dean looked back at you and Sam. “You thinking what I'm thinking?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Sam responded.

“I don’t,” you chimed in.

“You’ll catch on,” Dean shot back. “All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and (Y/N). They’re gonna get you out of here.”

“What are you gonna do?” Haley asked the older Winchester.

He winked at her, shooting her that same smile he’d shot you one of the first times you’d met him. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. He started yelling moments later, walking away from you. “Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.”

‘I bet he does.’ You surprised yourself. ‘What? What the fuck? He’s an asshole.’

Sam’s voice brought you out of your head. “All right, come on! Hurry!”

Your group rushed down the tunnel. You stayed in the rear, and Sam headed up to the front. He began leading your group down to where you could faintly see a bit of daylight peeking through.

And then, the growling again.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Get him outta here!” you instructed the Collinses.

“(Y/N), no,” Haley told you.

“Go!” you urged her.

She finally nodded and started pulling her brothers down the tunnel with her. You aimed your flare gun at the direction where the growling was coming from.

“C’mon, motherfucker,” you grumbled, scanning the tunnel.

“(Y/N)!” Sam called from behind you.

You wheeled around to come face to face with the Wendigo. In your startle, you missed your shot with the flare gun. Your only other option was to take off after the three Collins siblings, closely followed by Sam.

“Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry,” Sam ordered the group. “Get behind me.” Given Sam’s size, he was able to hide all three Collinses behind him. You knew your pistol was no use, but you still aimed it at the creature anyway.

The Wendigo approached, taking its time in getting to you.

“Hey!” you suddenly heard Dean from behind the Wendigo. It wheeled around, only for Dean to shoot it in the stomach.

Flames curled up the Wendigo’s horribly disfigured body in twisted tendrils. The creature let out a howl before collapsing to the ground in a pile of burning embers.

Dean was revealed behind where the Wendigo previously stood. “Not bad, huh?”

Despite yourself, you grinned.

A quite chipper, clearly freshman EMT had patched you up upon your return to civilization. You had an uncomfortable laceration on your neck, a few scrapes above your eyebrow, and your wrists burned from where you had been tied up. You’d survive, it would just take you a few days to recover from.

You watched from a short distance as Haley approached Dean, both of whom had been patched up. You scowled as Dean smirked lasciviously at Haley and couldn’t help the bile rising in your throat when Haley leaned in to kiss Dean’s cheek. She said one final thing to Dean before walking toward the ambulance carrying Tommy with Ben.

“Thanks, (Y/N)!” she called to you.

You waved at her with a lopsided smile. She returned your grin before hopping into the back of the ambulance.

Sam motioned for you to come back over to Dean’s car.

“Man, I hate camping,” said Dean as you approached.

“Me too,” you shivered.

“Still scared of the woods?” he asked you, his tone slightly patronizing.

You ignored his tone and answered earnestly. “Definitely. Probably more so, now.” You crossed your arms over your body and hugged yourself.

A moment of silence passed before Dean addressed his brother. “Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded. “But in the meantime? I'm driving.”

Dean lolled his head to the side dramatically before tossing the keys to Sam. Recalling your fight with Dean at the campsite, you hesitated to get in the car when the brothers did.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Sam asked out of the driver’s side window. “Let’s go.”

You nodded, conceding, and hopped into the backseat. You threw your legs up on the leather beside you and stared out the window. Out of the corner of your eye, you could swear Dean was staring at you.

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Supernatural: The Series Rewrite Masterlist

Welcome to my series rewrite masterlist! I hope you enjoy and find yourself wanting to join the hunt with me and share our heroes’ journey together.

Summary: As Sam and Dean begin the search for their father, a chance encounter with another hunter will change the roads ahead. Riley Munroe is a hunter, raised by her father after her mother tragically died when she was only six months old. Brought together by loss, grief, and the family business, Sam, Dean, and Riley join forces. They’ll find that their stories are intertwined and lean on each other as they search for answers and to avenge those they’ve lost. They’ll face evil, darkness, and Hell itself…as a family.

**Series still ongoing**

Season 1:

S1 Chapter 1: It Runs in the Family

S1 Chapter 2: Bloody Mary

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Chapter Teasers:

S1 Chapter 2: Bloody Mary

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 months

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Road Trip: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You, Dean, Castiel, and Crowley all take a trip into Sam’s mind to free him of the angel who is possessing him.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

The tears drop from your eyes onto Kevin's dead body. He didn't deserve the shit you put him through, and he ended up dying in the end. He deserved to be out and to live his life, not stuck inside the Bunker translating some tablet he never asked to translate.

"I'm so sorry," you whimper and move his hair out of his face.

Dean wants to be sad; he wants to cry right next to you, but he's mega pissed. He's packing up every kind of weapon he owns because he's going after Sam whether or not it's him.

"Y/N, come on," Dean sighs.

"He didn't deserve this," you sob.

"Dean."

You and your husband look to the right and see Castiel standing there. Dean must have prayed to him.

"Cas. Look at you, all suited up and back in the game."

"I came as soon as you called. I was—" Castiel looks around the library to see books and papers strewn across the room and the broken chair that you blasted Not-Ezekiel over. He sees your tear-stained face but he can't see Kevin yet. He takes a few steps and sees the dead prophet on the ground. "Dean, Y/N, what happened?"

"Dean, you have to tell him," you sniffle.

"Tell me what?"

Dean can't pretend anymore, and he falls back onto the chair in defeat. He comes clean to Castiel about everything that happened since Sam almost completed the trials.

"Sammy was dying. What were we supposed to do?"

"You let an angel possess him?"

"He said it was the only way, and I believed him. Now Sam's gone and Kevin's..."

You sniffle in sadness before looking down at Kevin's body. His mother doesn't even know he's dead, and you don't know how you're going to tell her.

"Dean, Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well, sorry don't pay the bills. It sure as hell ain't gonna bring Kevin back. We got to find that son of a bitch."

"Dean, if the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?"

"A dead man walking."

"You're going to kill him? If you do that, it'll kill Sam," you say and look at him.

"I'm aware."

"Dean, this is what you've been trying to prevent from happening. You can't kill him!"

"If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out... God, I was so damn stupid."

"You were stupid for the right reasons," Castiel says.

"Yeah, like that matters."

"It does. Sometimes that's all that matters." Dean hears him, but he isn't listening to Castiel. "Listen to me. Sam is strong. If he knew an angel was possessing him, he could fight. He could cast the angel out."

"Maybe, but as far as I know, he's in the dark. I don't know how we clue him in."

"I could go inside his mind. I've done it before," you suggest.

"How can you talk to Sam and fight off an angel at the same time? We need another plan."

"Do you remember Alfie?" Castiel asks. "Before he died, he told me demons were able to dig into his mind and access his coding. We might be able to do that here. We might be able to bypass the angel and talk directly to Sam. It's worth a try."

"Where do we start?"

The only person who can help you is someone you don't want to involve. He's just going to end up screwing you over in the end. Dean and Castiel don't have another option but to go to him. After all, he's locked inside your dungeon. Castiel gets up to head down to Crowley, but you refuse to move from Kevin's side. Dean passes by you, expecting you to follow, but you don't move from your spot.

"Sweetheart, come on."

"I can't leave him alone. Dean, what are we going to tell his mother?"

"I don't know, but it's going to do us no good being here."

"He's going to be all alone," you whisper.

"Come on."

Dean helps you to your feet even though you're reluctant. You cry for your friend as he escorts you down to the dungeon where Castiel already is. You don't want Crowley to rub it in your face, so you dry your tears before walking inside.

"Hello, boys and Y/N."

"Here's the deal, you're gonna tell us how to hack an angel and I'm gonna give you some of the good stuff." Dean holds his arm up. "Human blood, fresh from the tap. Word is you're jonesing for it."

"Please. I'll pass," he rolls his eyes.

"What do you want, then?"

"For starters, a massage. Between the sitting and the shackles, my body is getting a little stiff."

"I'm not rubbing you."

"God, no. Get Kevin." When his name is said, you have to turn away t let the tears fall so Crowley doesn't see them. "His tiny fists can really work wonders--"

"Kevin is dead," Castiel breaks the news.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't pretend you care. You tried to kill him!"

"I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run."

"From what?"

"From you."

You turn and approach Crowley with fire in your eyes. You hold up a fist glowing with magic as a threat to him.

"Measure your next words very carefully."

"How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a lifespan. Now, I can't teach you how to crack open an angel. It's more art than science, but I can do it for you. All I ask in return is a little field trip. I'm dying for some fresh air. Chains on, naturally."

"No," you growl.

"No? Of course not. Because if I'm plan 'A', I'm sure you have a totally viable, much better plan 'B'."

"I can do this on my own," you say and turn to Castiel and Dean. "Let me do this."

"I know the procedure better than you."

Dean looks like he's considering this, and Castiel pulls him off to the side. You glare at Crowley before joining them.

"You can't be considering this."

"With the chains on, he can't do anything."

"It's Crowley. He can always do something."

"I'm with Castiel on this one. Crowley can't be trusted," you look at Dean.

"I'm with Dean on this one, so it looks like we need a tiebreaker. Go get Moose, squirrel." Dean's face falls with guilt when he realizes Sam isn't here. "Unless, of course, you can't. That's why you're here, isn't it? The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?"

"Are you done?" you roll your eyes.

"Depends. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," Dean says before you and Castiel can say anything.

"Excellent. When do we leave?"

"As soon as I can scrounge up a ride."

Sam took the Impala, so Dean is left here without a ride even though there are plenty of cars in the garage.

"Well, I have a vehicle. It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably."

"I don't want the kids to watch this. I'm going to call Jody to see if she can come over and watch the kids."

Jody is six hours from the Bunker, and as soon as she heard the kids need her, she agreed to come over and babysit. Kevin was happy to do it, but...

"Thank you for coming over. I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

"They're sleeping right now, but everything they need is in the kitchen. Kevin died, and I don't want them to see his body so I moved him into the infirmary. Don't let them go in there, and if they ask about him, just tell him he's visiting his mom."

"Sure. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Yeah," you whisper. "We have to go now. Just call me if you have any issues."

Castiel's car is somewhere outside of Lebanon, so it's not too far of a walk. Crowley is still handcuffed, but as not to raise alarms, his jacket is slung over his hands so that they're hidden. You don't need the police called because someone thinks Crowley is kidnapped. Once you locate Castiel's car, you have to stifle a laugh at the way it looks. It's a cream-colored 1978 Lincoln Continental.

"Really? What are you, a pimp?" Crowley scoffs.

"I like it."

Dean tries to start the car, but it's out of gas.

"Yeah, it's out of gas."

"I got this."

You touch the top of the car and let your magic run through the entire car. If you can make a ladder appear out of thin air, then you can definitely fill up the tank with gas. Three seconds later, the car starts with a full tank of gas.

"Riddle me this, boy wonder. Why do you need the wheels?" Crowley asks.

"When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart."

"Oh, Cas, such a flirt."

"Come on, let's go," you state. You walk around to the passenger side and turn to Crowley who tries to get into the front. "You're in the back."

Crowley and Castiel get into the back with a pout, but you don't care.

"Hey. Watch the leg," Crowley glares.

"You're on my side!"

"Hey!" you yell and turn to them. "Shut the hell up."

Dean turns the car on and immediately, hip-hop music plays. Dean gives Castiel a bitch face before turning it off. As much as you want to make jokes about this, you're too pissed and sad to. Sam is out there without a clue of what's going on because the angel is keeping him locked away in his own mind. Crowley has some connections as to where Sam might be, so Dean heads over there. It's a fancy office as if this is a legitimate business instead of being run by demons.

"Your source is in here?" Dean asks.

"Yes, and she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha."

"How?"

"Well, this place isn't really this. It's a front for an NSA listening post."

"What are they listening for?"

"Everything. The U.S. government is quite the voyeur these days. So, I planted one of my best and let her go to work," Crowley shrugs.

You four walk inside and Crowley checks in at the front. Everyone knows who he is, so it's not going to take long before his contact sees him. You sit down by the window to wait, but a guard comes to grab the King of Hell.

"Mr. Crowley? She'll see you now." You all stand up to join him, and the guard shakes his head. "Uh, just Mr. Crowley."

"I'll be listening to every word you say," Castiel threatens.

"Promise?"

Crowley walks off with one of his demons, and you sit back down.

"Can you hear anything in there?"

"No, the room is heavily warded."

"Awesome. That's just awesome," he scoffs.

"I don't understand why I can't do this myself. I did this for my dad. I was able to talk to him without any issues."

"Y/N, you were dealing with your dad who was dying. Sam has a powerful angel inside his head. He will expel you since you won't be at full power. If Crowley goes in, he'll have the power to push back the angel while still talking to Sam."

You know he's right, but that doesn't mean you're happy about it. Crowley comes walking out with a photo in his hand, and he hands it over to Dean. It's a picture of the Impala going through an intersection.

"Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania ten minutes ago. Let's go. The four amigos ride again."

"He's not my amigo," Castiel says.

This is going to be a long seventeen-hour drive to Pennsylvania. It's hard enough to tune out Sam and Dean when they ride together, but to tune out Castiel and Crowley? You don't know how you did it, but you manage to get there with everyone in one piece. The angel inside Sam stopped in a suburban neighborhood because that's where the Impala is located. Dean parks the car and rushes over to his Baby to make sure she isn't damaged.

"Stay here. Let us handle this," Dean says to Castiel and Crowley.

"Like we have a choice," the demon says.

You and Dean enter the house quietly since you don't know what Sam is planning or if he's even here. Immediately, you see a dead body on the ground with the eyes burned out as well as the throat slit. This angel is murdering people, and he doesn't care who gets in his way. Dean uses two fingers to tell you to go in through the back while he goes in through the front, and you break off from him to do so.

You make your way through the hallway silently and come around to the other side of the kitchen where you know Sam is. You peer inside to see Sam in the kitchen washing blood off his hands at the sink.

"You should not have come here, Dean," the angel says without turning around.

"You killed my friend, you took my brother, and you think I'm gonna let that stand?"

"I allowed you, your wife, and your kids to live."

"That's your mistake."

Dean lunges for the angel, but Sam is quick to counterattack. He uses his angelic powers to toss your husband into the bookcase on the other side of the kitchen. Dean crumbles to the ground, unmoving. Whatever he did, it caused your husband to go unconscious.

You walk into the kitchen and approach Sam from behind, but he turns to punch you. You raise your hand in an open bear claw with magic pouring out of your palm. You catch the angel's punch without touching his skin. You look up at him with deadly blue eyes.

"I don't think so."

You send a powerful blast of magic into his stomach and punch him on the side of his face with your magic. You place your hand on his head when he's down and let your magic seep into his head. Instead of killing him, you send him into a deep sleep that he won't wake from anytime soon.

Once he's down, you pray to Castiel to come and collect the body while you go over to Dean. You touch the side of his face and let your magic work him over.

"Baby, wake up."

"Son of a bitch," Dean groans and opens his eyes.

Castiel comes and takes Sam away while you help Dean to his feet. If you're going to interrogate the angel inside Sam, you have to do it in a place where his screams won't be heard. Crowley knows of an abandoned meat packaging plant on the outskirts of town that you could use, so that's where you go.

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