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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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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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Season 8
Season Summary: A new threat looms over your head when you get your hands on the Demon Tablet. It possesses the one thing that will make all your nightmares go away: shutting the Gates of Hell forever along with every black-eyed bitch there are. Along the way, you find out what it means to be the ultimate witch. What untold powers do you possess? How can you use them to protect your family? Pain, loss, and suffering comes with the job, but no mother should have to ever go through the obstacles you try and overcome. How will you come out on top?
We Need To Talk About Kevin: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Final Part
What’s Up, Tiger Mommy?: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Final Part
Heartache: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
Bitten: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Final Part
Blood Brother: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Southern Comfort: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
A Little Slice of Kevin: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Hunteri Heroici: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
Citizen Fang: Part One // Final Part
Torn and Frayed: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
LARP and the Real Girl: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
As Time Goes By: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Everybody Hates Hitler: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
Trial and Error: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Final Part
Man’s Best Friend with Benefits: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Remember the Titans: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Goodbye Stranger: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Freaks and Geeks: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Taxi Driver: Part One // Final Part
Pac-Man Fever: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
The Great Escape: Part One // Final Part
Clip Show: Part One // Part Two // Final Part
Sacrifice: Part One // Final Part
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Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist by @dianawinchester03
In this rewrite of CW's hit TV Show 'Supernatural'.
Y/N L/N is a longtime friend of the notorious Winchester Brothers, coming from a long line of hunters herself. Growing up with them, their fathers had a goal of avenging their wives deaths. Currently on her own hunting, much to her own fathers demise, she gets a call from her childhood crush, Dean Winchester. Notifying her of his fathers disappearance, will she join the brothers on the hunt to find their father? And will she resolve her relationship with her own?
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Season One (ongoing)
Prologue - Enter Y/N L/N
Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot
Season 1, Episode 2 - Wendigo
Season 1, Episode 3 - Dead in Water
Season 1, Episode 4 - Phantom Traveler
Season 1, Episode 5 - Bloody Mary
Season 1, Episode 6 - Skin
Season 1, Episode 7 - Hook Man
Season 1, Episode 8 - Bugs
Season 1, Episode 9 - Home
Season 1, Episode 10 - Asylum
Season 1, Episode 11 - Scarecrow
Season 1, Episode 12 - Faith
Season 1, Episode 13 - Route 666
Season 1, Episode 14 - Nightmare
Season 1, Episode 15 - The Benders
Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow
Season 1, Episode 17 - Hell House
Season 1, Episode 18 - Something Wicked
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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.
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Small announcement as we all wait patiently for my storytelling bones to revive after summer ended and I’ve gone back to teaching (it’s been dreadful btw, 8th graders are mean).
In between writing my new series coming up, I’ve been going back and rewriting an older series that needed some revamping! This first series is one I loved the concept of, but after reading through it, I was cringing horribly at how cliche and annoying I had written the main character. The story had a good basis, but lord, was I pulling from my limited knowledge of how to make a story intriguing and original.
With all that being said… I’ve gone through and re-wrote it! If you’ve read it in the past and liked it, see what you think on what a more well-seasoned🧂🧅🧄 author can do now ;)
If you haven’t read it yet, it’s ok. I started it again recently and had many epiphanies of my cringey pick-me-girl language I gave my lead… BUT it should be MUCH BETTER now!! And who knows, 3 years from now, I’ll be making it even better. For now, I’m happier with it than before.
I’m hoping to get the first 5 chapters released sometime this weekend after I do a final run-through, but this series should be posted in completion in a week.
Without further ado…. The Protection Program (An adaptation of an original series from 4 years ago.)
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Been writing this werewolf!Bucky AU for over a year, I'm 45,000 words/14 chapters in, and they only just got to first base, send help
#will I ever finish this#no one has ever read a word of it#at this rate#unsure anyone will 😬#not as bad as the SPN series rewrite I've been going at for three years#which is currently at a ridiculous amount of words but jam packed with smut#again#not sure anyone will see that one before I leave God's green earth either#keep scrolling I'm rambling
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i wish i could rewrite all of spn, so it actually tells a cohesive story about home and family and love and grief and choice and a narrative about narratives, and killing your personal gods to be free and freedom and peace and how peace is only worth it when you are free to choose and circles and cycles and callbacks that carry weight and saving each other. what’s the matter you don’t think you deserve to be saved? x2. and rebuilding and rediscovering what home really means. and once again, love !! LOVE !! love is at the center of this story. familial love and platonic love and romantic, earth-shattering god-defying world-saving LOVE !
#the good spn that lives in my mind#society if !! my brain could focus on things and actually finish WIPs. maybe i'd have the time to do a series rewrite lmao#vic.txt
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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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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
S.1 Ch.1 “It Runs in the Family”
Series 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 an infant. 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.
*NEW SERIES*
SERIES MASTERLIST
Word Count: 10k+
Content Warning: language and violence
**GIFS AND IMAGES ARE NOT MY OWN**
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The apartment door swung open as the dim hallway lights spilled into the pitch black room.
Stepping inside, Sam put his keys and bag down. He was exhausted and sore from the hunt, a fatigue and pain he was all too familiar with.
"Jess?" He called out as he closed the door behind him. "You home?"
As he walked further inside, waiting for a response, Sam noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies on a nearby table. He lifted the note beside it that read: "Missed you! Love you!"
Sam smiled to himself as he picked up a cookie and took a bite. It was the perfect way to come home after his last hunt with Dean.
He walked into the bedroom still chewing on the sweet cookie. The room was completely dark except for a sliver of light coming out from under the bathroom door. Sam could hear the shower running and he figured Jessica was getting cleaned up for the night.
Sam plopped down on the bed onto his back. For the first time in days, he sighed and tried to let go of it all.
Of course, Dean was going to find John, he always did. Even still, it no longer felt like Sam’s problem. He decided then and there that he would never hunt again and that he would move on, hoping that one day Dean would understand.
Things were going to be okay. The Lady in White was put to rest, he had an interview with an incredible law firm in a few days, and soon he would be falling asleep in his own bed while holding the woman he loved. There was hope in Sam’s future and it filled him with contentment.
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Although Sam knew he would always carry the weight of being a hunter, of being a Winchester, he believed he could leave the job behind and live his life. If he just held onto the future and let go of the past, Sam thought he could finally be happy.
A soft smile curled up on his lips as he slowly began to fall asleep.
Sam's face twitched at a sudden wet sensation dropping against his skin. As another drop fell onto his face, Sam opened his eyes.
With horror, Sam gasped as he saw Jess pinned to the ceiling, her body sprawled out as if lying on the floor. She was in her pajamas and her face was pale and vacant. A large gash poured blood from her belly as her empty dead eyes pleaded for help.
"No!" he screamed.
The ceiling instantly burst into flames, consuming Jess' mutilated body.
"Jess!" Sam's guttural cries strangled his throat. He froze on the bed, anguished and unable to process what was happening.
The flames grew quickly around him, the room becoming a blazing tinderbox.
The door abruptly whipped open, having been kicked in by Dean.
"Sam!"
Dean's eyes were wide with panic as he watched what was left of Jessica's charred body disappear into the fire. For a brief moment, he was lost in the thought that he was watching Jess meet the same horrific end his mother had.
Snapping back into the moment as the heat swirled around them, Dean's attention shifted to see Sam still lying on the bed, frozen. Dean rushed over to him, grabbed Sam, and began to yank him away.
"No!" Sam cried out. "No! Jess!"
"Sam! Sam! We have to go!" Dean shouted with urgency over the roaring fire.
Dean practically dragged Sam out of the burning apartment as his little brother cried out for the woman he loved.
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Outside the apartments, the streets were lit up by siren lights as firefighters tried to put out the blaze. Police set up a barrier to the scene to keep back the local gawkers. The smoke filled and thickened the air.
Dean stood quietly as he watched the chaos, his face glowing from the red and blue lights. He wondered if Sam's loss would send him spiraling out just as it had their father. He knew nothing would ever be the same for his brother, or the family.
Turning around, Dean walked over to the Impala as Sam stood behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. His face was set in a mask of desperate anger.
"Hey..." Dean started. "How you doing?"
Sam sighed. "I'm fine."
He knew what monstrosity murdered Jessica; it was the same beast that stole his mother in the same nightmarish way. Sam was broken in unspeakable ways but knew that if he cried, he may never stop. He would have to grieve later because his sole focus had to be killing the demon, no matter the cost.
Sam knew he couldn’t keep hiding from the life of a hunter or from his family. His future no longer held ambitions of being a lawyer and building a family with Jessica. Everything had changed.
In that moment, Sam accepted that he was a hunter and always would be, that he could never get away. Now, all that mattered was destroying the one thing that stole everything from him.
He tossed the loaded gun into the trunk as he stared into a hunting weapons cache. Sam’s entire childhood flashed before his eyes; the childhood that brought him nothing but pain and misery.
Like it or not, Sam knew he would never have the life he wanted, that he would forever be a prisoner to the hunt.
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A black 1965 Mustang hummed down the road as the sign ahead read: ‘Welcome to Lawrence, Kansas’. The driver's window was down and the song ‘Bad Company’ played on the stereo. It was less than two weeks after Halloween and the autumn air hung briskly in the wind.
As the breeze blew through her dark auburn hair, Riley had one hand on the wheel and the other in the golden hair of the canine co-pilot that laid peacefully in her lap. She knew she would never make it alone during the endless hours on the road if she didn’t have Finn by her side.
Riley smiled like a kid as she plowed through puddles still left from the recent rainfall.
At 22, Riley had been through more than anyone should have to endure in a lifetime. Though her face was young, her aged soul showed. She was mature beyond her years in both the best and worst ways. Riley always tried to appear a little rough around the edges even when she wasn’t. How jaded she was still showed, but she lived with her heart as her compass; that’s how her father raised her.
She wasn’t tall by any means. Being under 5′5″ didn’t give her much of an edge, but she never let her smaller stature stop her from anything.
“You don’t need to be a man to kick ass,” Dad used to say.
Riley smelled of her favorite black leather jacket that she always wore along with the only perfume she ever used. A simple, silver ring on her right hand, which she never took off, glistened in the light. It was the only thing she still had left of her mother.
It always felt so good to come home, she only wished it was under better circumstances. Riley tried to brush off the thought that evil had come to her hometown and focused on the quiet roads ahead. Every time she came to town, it felt as if she had never left. Nothing ever really changed in Lawrence and it was the only place she ever felt that she truly belonged. Small ‘mom and pop’ shops lined the street and the trees had begun to litter the ground with colored leaves.
She couldn’t wait to get to Debbie’s. It had been too long since her last visit with her aunt and the idea of home brought warmth to her chest. But first, Riley wanted to stop by the local florist to pick up Deb’s favorite flowers.
She knew lilies always made her aunt smile.
Riley slowly pulled into a parking spot before bringing the car to a stop and patted Finn on the head.
“Be right back, buddy.”
Once she closed the door, Finnick stuck his head out the window, enjoying the scents in the air.
Closing the door behind her, Riley began to walk towards the shop.
A husky voice to her left spoke up and caught her attention.
“That’s a great car.”
Riley turned to the stranger to see a tall man in a brown, worn leather jacket.
There stood Dean with his hands tucked into his pockets. He stared back at her as he leaned against a gorgeous, black, classic car.
A smirk curled up on his face and Riley smiled back.
“Thanks,” she replied. “I can say the same for yours. That’s a beautiful Impala--a ‘67 right?”
Dean smiled, clearly impressed, and a spark lit up in his eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. So, you know your cars, huh?”
Riley walked closer to him and crossed her arms as the cold breeze hit her. “Dad was a bit of a grease monkey. Cars were something he could never shut up about.”
At a closer glance, Riley saw his hypnotic hazel-green eyes and the small freckles that peppered his face. His hair was a shorter, sandy blonde and fit him perfectly. His full lips caught her eye and she had to force herself not to gawk at him. Riley’s eyes drifted for a brief moment as she noticed how his jeans hugged him just right.
Dean let out a throaty chuckle and said, “my dad too. Looks like we were raised right. I’m Dean by the way.”
He reached his hand out for hers and she took it in return.
“Riley.”
Her name struck something in Dean and he was instantly captivated. Her piercing blue eyes stared back at him and for a second he was lost in them. Something about her was intoxicating.
“So, you from around here?” he asked.
“Yeah. Lawrence is home, just came in for a visit. You?”
“Used to be home--been a long time though.”
Dean hadn’t been back to Lawrence since he was a kid. He had been avoiding it all those years knowing the reminders would be too painful. Being home again didn’t quite feel like home anymore, nowhere did.
Looking around at the downtown strip, he remembered his mom taking him for ice cream--one of the few memories he had left.
Riley instantly made Dean nervous, but in a way that made him want to ride out the high she gave him.
Dean couldn’t help but take in every part of her; from the way her stray hairs blew around her face to how she curved in all the right places. Her intoxicating smile already had Dean drunk by her presence alone.
“Well, I gotta run an errand and get going. It was nice to meet you, Dean.” Riley began to walk away, her boots softly crunching the leaves beneath her.
Dean didn’t want her to go, he had to get to know her. Somehow he knew she was something special.
“Hey, Riley!” Dean called out as he jogged to catch up to her.
She turned to him with a smile, trying to hide how glad she was that he didn’t just let her leave.
“I’m gonna be in town for a bit and have some time to kill. Would you maybe want to get together later? Dinner?”
Riley’s heart fluttered as she tried to conceal her excitement. “Sure. Do you know Debbie’s Diner?” she asked.
“Hell yeah. Best burgers in town. They make a mean apple pie.”
“I couldn’t agree more. Wanna meet me there around seven tonight?”
Dean flashed a smile that made her weak in the knees. It reached up his face and made the corner of his eyes crinkle.
“It’s a date,” Dean replied.
She smirked back at him, revealing dimples that he immediately fell for, “see you then”. Riley turned to walk away, making sure to saunter just a bit to keep his attention.
Dean couldn’t help himself as he watched her walk into the florist shop. She was a knockout.
Filled with anticipation for the night to come, he hopped into the Impala and backed out of his spot.
Dean wished he didn’t have to wait another minute to see Riley again. With a grin on his face and a fire in his eyes, he eagerly imagined the night to come.
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Grabbing her duffel bag and the new flowers from behind her seat, Riley got out of the car.
Finn jumped out right behind her. His tail wagged with excitement knowing exactly where they were.
She walked to the back of the diner and went through the employee entrance. A small break room, that looked more like a family room, was warm and simply decorated. A couch and loveseat, a TV, a coffee table, and a rug took up most of the room.
Riley pointed to the sofa and Finn hopped on. She briefly rubbed his ear before walking into the back entrance of the diner by the kitchen.
As she took a step onto the tile, the familiar smell of Debbie’s pies filled the air. The hiss of the fryer in the background making her famous fries made Riley’s mouth water. As soft music played overhead, she was reminded of all the time she had spent in that diner growing up.
She took a deep breath and let out a sigh as she whispered to herself, “home”.
Riley saw Debbie and quietly crept up behind her. “Surprise!”
Debbie let out a small yelp and turned around. Her eyes widened and her smile grew too big for her face.
“Riley!” She embraced her niece tightly and didn’t want to let her go.
Riley was the daughter she never had and Deb missed her so desperately when she was gone. She ached with worry every day.
After a moment, Debbie let go and gave a small tap to the side of Riley’s head. “You scared the crap outta me.”
Riley chuckled. “Sorry, Deb. But...I come bearing a peace offering.” She handed her the lilies knowing her aunt could never stay mad at her.
“Oh, honey, I missed you so much," Debbie said lovingly as she touched Riley's cheek. "I didn’t even know you were gonna be in town. Why didn’t you call?”
“Well, I came in for work and thought I’d surprise you.”
Debbie’s joy fell knowing exactly what ‘work’ meant. She hated what her niece did. The job had stolen her entire family from her and the idea of losing Riley made her lose sleep at night.
Suddenly, Riley could feel the pain swell in her aunt. It turned her stomach and she felt fear, concern, and sadness all at once. She was left dumbfounded, unsure of what was happening as she heard Debbie's voice.
“This isn’t the life I wanted for her. I’m never going to be able to convince her to stay.”
Riley froze realizing that Aunt Deb didn't speak a word. In fact, her lips never moved. She was rattled, uncertain of what had happened, before shaking it off and blaming it on exhaustion. Riley had been driving for a full day, of course, she was tired.
“Well, I gotta get these into a vase. Make yourself at home, but don’t think I won’t put you to work later.”
Riley chuckled, “yes, ma'am. Uh, Deb? Do I smell fresh--”
“You and your pie,” Deb cut in. “I’ll grab you a slice.”
Riley grinned from ear to ear and gave her another hug. She took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of fresh food and her aunt’s vanilla shampoo, one of her favorite scents.
“I’m so glad to be home, Deb.”
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Dean was nervous and it had him on edge. He wasn’t used to the knots in his stomach. Dean was good with women and he knew it, but Riley was somehow different. She did something to him and Dean was dying to find out what it was.
He let out a heavy exhale of nerves. Getting out of the car, he straightened his jacket and headed towards the diner.
“It’s just a date,” he muttered to himself. “It’s just another date.”
Dean’s phone vibrated and he answered the call. “Hey, Sammy.”
“Dean? Where are you?” Sam asked, sounding flustered with his brother. “We shouldn’t even be here. We know Dad’s not in Lawrence and we’re wasting time.”
“Dude, we talked about this.”
Sam scoffed. “No, you talked about this. This can’t be our priority, Dean. We need to be going after the demon--we need to find Dad.”
“Look,” Dean said, a little more gently. “I want that son of a bitch dead too, alright? And I want to find Dad as much as you do, but that call we got about this case was weird as hell and we gotta check it out.”
“Exactly. We don’t fucking know who that guy was--even if he did claim to know Dad. How do we know it’s not a trap?”
“We don’t. But it’s the best lead we’ve got right now, okay?”
Sam’s sigh sounded obviously irritated.
“I got a date tonight. We’ll get on the case first thing tomorrow and get back on the road as soon as we handle this shit, alright?” Dean hoped his words were enough to soothe Sam just for the night.
Trying not to be angry with his brother wanting to go on a date with everything that was going on, Sam bit his tongue. “Yeah…talk soon.”
Dean flipped his phone closed and took a deep breath to recenter himself before walking up to the diner. He opened the door and a soft bell jingled.
He didn’t see Riley and was happy that he had gotten there before her.
There was a sign that read: ‘Please seat yourself. We’ll be with you shortly.’
He found a booth in the corner and sat down on the red padded seat. Fiddling with his hands and looking out the window, he was hoping she wouldn’t blow him off. Dean had been looking forward to seeing Riley again since the moment she walked away.
As he mindlessly tapped a brief drum beat on the table, a familiar and appealing voice spoke out that brought him back into focus.
“Hey, glad you made it.” Riley looked at him with her arms crossed and a flirty smile.
Dean looked up to see the same big blue eyes that he hadn’t been able to get out of his head. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t made Riley up in a dream.
“Wouldn’t have missed it,” Dean replied.
“Want a beer?” she asked.
“Absolutely.”
Riley walked away and went behind the counter.
Dean watched her with his brow arched, confused as to why she was just helping herself. He saw Riley grab two bottles and pop them open, bringing one to her lips and taking a sip as she came back.
She put the bottles down and sat across from the smile that gave her butterflies.
Dean looked at Riley and chuckled, “ya know, they don’t like it when you serve yourself.”
Riley tried to stifle a laugh while taking another sip from her beer. “I probably should have mentioned, this is my Aunt’s diner--it's kind of like my home.”
“Well, that makes a lot more sense. I was thinking you might just be a little wild,” he smirked.
“Oh, honey. You have no idea.”
Dean’s eyes widened at her response and he bit his lip. Her confident banter was beyond sexy and made her only that much more enticing.
Debbie walked to the table and pulled a pad and pen out from her white apron. “Hey, Riley. Want to introduce your friend?”
“Of course. Debbie, this is Dean.”
Dean shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, ma'am.”
“Ma'am? Damn. When did I get old?”
They all let out a small laugh before a look of recognition came over Debbie's face. Though she thought she might have known the boy at some point, she didn’t want to embarrass Riley and ask too much.
Debbie pushed aside the thought and asked, “you kids wanna order?”
Dean motioned to Riley for her to go first.
“Just the usual, Deb. Cheeseburger and fries.”
Dean loved that she didn’t order a salad or something ridiculous and tasteless. A woman who appreciated good food was a turn-on all on its own.
“And for the handsome one?” Debbie asked, looking at Dean.
Riley rolled her eyes and pulled her lips together. Of course, Deb would say something like that.
Dean looked down and let out a shy laugh. Turning back to Deb, he gave a soft smile and said, “I’ll have the same.”
“Coming right up.” Debbie shot the two a wink and quickly returned behind the counter as she tucked her pad away once more.
The two were finally alone. There was a moment of silence where they both smirked at each other, trying to hide their nervousness.
“So, tell me about yourself, Dean,” Riley said in a calm and flirty tone.
“Well, uh--like I said, I’m from here--originally. I have a little brother, I love cars, and I may have a slightly unhealthy obsession with classic rock.”
Riley laughed and replied, “I’m the same way. I’m a sucker for when music was actually good, ya know? Def Leppard, AC/DC, Guns 'n Roses, Led Zeppelin…I have too many favorites to name.”
Dean couldn’t believe his luck. She was the perfect woman.
“You know,” he said coolly, “Not a lot of girls are into all of that. I’m pleasantly surprised.” He took a sip from his beer with a flirty brow.
“Well, Dean. I’m definitely not like most girls.”
Her smirk was trouble and he loved it.
“My dad and I were always listening to music together," Riley continued. "It was something that we both loved. Some of my best memories are of us belting out our favorites during our long drives.”
“Sounds like you and your dad are pretty close, huh?” Dean asked.
Riley’s eyes cast down and her face changed. “Yeah...we were. Dad, uh--he passed away about a year ago now.”
Dean saw the pain on her face and felt guilty for even asking the question. “I’m so sorry.”
“Thanks--definitely miss him,” she said, choking on a lump in her throat. Riley downed a large swig of the beer, put it on the table, and spun it around in her hands.
Riley needed to change the subject. “What about you? You close with your parents?”
Dean sighed and wasn’t sure how to explain his relationship with his dad. God only knew how complicated that was.
“Uh--Dad and I are kinda close, I guess. He raised me and my brother--mom died when we were kids.”
“I lost my mom as a kid too. It was just me and Dad. Now, Deb is all the family I got. Well, her and Finn.”
“Finn?” Dean asked.
“Finnick--my golden retriever…kinda my partner in crime. He’s in the back. Can’t have dogs in the diner," she added playfully as if somewhat mocking Debbie's rules.
Dean let out a soft chuckle.
They soon were lost in conversation, talking about anything and everything.
He made her laugh, and she needed that. Riley loved that he thought she was funny and his laugh was genuine; it ran up her skin like a warm hug.
Time stopped and the two let go of the world for just a little while.
After the burgers and fries were demolished and multiple beers were downed, Debbie stopped by the table with two pieces of fresh pie.
Dean’s eyes lit up. “Oh God, yes,” he mumbled with anticipation as the smell wafted his way.
The two ate their dessert and Dean finally gathered the courage to ask what had been on his mind. “So, Riley, how the hell is it that a girl like you isn’t already spoken for?” He didn’t notice that his mouth was still somewhat full as he spoke.
Riley giggled. “And what makes you think I’m not ‘spoken for’?” she teased.
Catching the game she was playing, Dean retorted, “well, I mean--you did take up an offer to go to dinner with a total stranger.”
Dean was a well-trained flirt, that much was clear.
Riley smirked, finding him and his sense of humor endearing as she took a bite of the warm pie. Swallowing her food, Riley added, “well, I guess I just don’t stay in one place long enough. Kind of hard to build a relationship when you’re always on the road.”
Dean felt like she was singing his song. Somehow, she understood him. “I know that feeling all too well. Work keeps me traveling a lot.”
“What do you do?” she asked.
Careful not to reveal too much he answered, “uh--it’s a family business. We do a little bit of everything.”
Riley scoffed with a smile. “Well, that was vague.”
He laughed. “What can I say? I like to be a little mysterious. What about you?”
It was her turn to omit her full truth. “We’re kind of a family business too. Odd jobs here and there--just all over the place.”
He looked at her and felt she was hiding something, just like he was, but Dean decided not to press it further.
After their plates were finished, they both stood up to leave.
Riley hugged Debbie and told her she’d be back soon.
“Be safe, sweetheart,” Deb told her niece. “It was nice to meet you, Dean.”
“Likewise, ma'am.”
“Oh, for the love of God, please call me Debbie.”
Dean smiled and put his hand out to give her some cash. “The food was delicious by the way.”
“Oh no, honey. It’s on the house. Here, I packed you a pie to-go. Seems like you enjoyed it.”
Dean was all too happy with his gift. “Thank you, Debbie. I’ll definitely be back for more.”
With a final wave, Riley and Dean walked out of the diner and slowly meandered toward his Impala.
Walking side by side, they took their time with every step, not wanting to say goodnight. Normally, Dean would have already offered to take her back to his room, but not with Riley, she was different from the rest. She wasn’t just some ‘chick he wanted to have a one-night stand with’. Dean wanted to see if there was something more and that thought alone was enough to terrify him. He just didn’t want to admit it.
The parking lot behind the diner was poorly lit and next to a quiet alleyway. The moon gave more light than the street lamps, but it was still somehow the perfect setting.
Dean leaned against the car and looked up at the stars. One of his favorite things about Kansas was you could always see the night sky.
Riley gazed up as well and they both sighed feeling the comfort of home.
“Dinner was great. Your aunt sure knows how to cook,” Dean said as his take-out bag crinkled in his hand.
“Yeah. She’s amazing. She seemed to really like you.”
“Good. ‘Cause I, uh--I don’t always do great with first impressions.”
“Well, you did just fine with me.” Riley bit her bottom lip, a smile showing through.
Dean let out a breathy laugh and their eyes locked. He was lost in hers and her in his.
There was an electricity between them and it was as if an invisible force was pulling them together.
Riley took a step closer to him and Dean’s free hand brushed her hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful and Dean felt his stomach flip as he glanced down at her lips.
“I had a really good time tonight, Dean.”
“Me too.”
It was then that they realized the gap between them had closed. They quietly looked at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.
Dean put a hand gently on the side of Riley’s face and her breath hitched. Her hands found his chest and felt his cool leather jacket against them. The two inched closer, both feeling lightheaded as their lips ghosted over each other, barely touching.
A sudden, loud crash came from the alley, causing both of them to instantly pull away and look in the direction of the sound.
It then went quiet, eerily quiet.
The silence was abruptly broken as a horrific, snarling creature with long fangs shot out from the darkness, ready to attack. The vampire was practically foaming at the mouth.
Charging at Dean first, the vampire went straight for his neck.
Dean absently dropped his bag and punched the creature in the face, causing him to stumble. He then shoved the monster away with full force.
Both Riley and Dean shouted to each other in unison, “get behind me!”
They shared a look of confusion but knew any questions would have to wait.
Just as the monster got to his feet to lunge back at them, two more vampires came out from the shadows behind Riley and Dean. They were outnumbered.
As Dean went for the two to his right, Riley went for his original attacker.
Dean pulled out his gun, but before he could shoot, he was grabbed and thrown onto the hard asphalt, the gun falling out of his hand.
Riley unsheathed a knife from her boot and brought it up ready to fight. The creature then pinned her to the wall as they both fought for power over the blade.
A deep and concerned voice rang out from somewhere nearby, “Dean!”
Sam came sprinting into the fray with a machete ready to aid Dean. He quickly came up behind the third creature and sliced its head clean off.
Dean grabbed his gun again and fired several rounds into one of the vampires; it fell to the floor in agony.
Dean yelled out with worry, “Riley!” and ran in her direction.
Riley finally overpowered the creature and stabbed him in the gut, which only slowed it down. She pushed him against the wall and immediately grabbed the lid from the metal trash can next to her. With all her might and a forceful grunt, Riley plunged it into the vampire’s throat, decapitating the monster.
Dean stopped in his tracks with a look of utter disbelief.
As she wiped off the blood that had splattered onto her face, Riley turned to Dean.
All three were out of breath, not sure what to make of what had just happened.
The remaining vampire laid on the ground, groaning in agony.
Dean and Sam sauntered over to it and hovered above.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” the monster snarled.
“Those are dead man’s bullets, you son of a bitch.”
Without a word, Riley strode in between the two boys, and with that same lid, she slammed it down and separated the creature’s body from its head.
Riley stood up as everyone looked at each other, panting from the fight.
Dean turned to Riley. “You’re a hunter?!”
“You’re a hunter?!” she replied in shock.
“Yeah. We came into town hearing about a vamp nest nearby.”
“Me too.” Intrigued, her curiosity unable to resist, Riley questioned, “dead man’s blood?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s uh--something Dad figured out. Bullets dipped in the blood of a dead man. Doesn’t kill ‘em, but it’ll hurt like hell.”
“Huh,” she replied in a thoughtful tone. “Thought only Dad and I knew that little trick.”
Still catching their breath, no one knew what to say until Dean finally motioned to his partner. “Oh, this is my brother Sam. Sam, this is Riley.”
She looked up at his brother. He looked so young, handsome like Dean, but in his own way. He had soft hazel eyes and his brown hair swept over his forehead.
Though Dean was much taller than Riley, Sam practically towered over her smaller stature. It was strange though, somehow, it felt as though she knew him.
It was then that Riley had a realization that struck her like a bus. “Wait--Sam and Dean? As in Sam and Dean Winchester? John’s kids?”
The brothers stared at each other and Sam finally spoke up with an incredulous look.
“Uh--yeah. Do we know you?”
“Your dad was my dad’s hunting buddy.”
“Who’s your dad?” Dean asked.
“Jackson Munroe.”
Dean’s eyes grew. “Jack Munroe? He and Dad hunted together for years. Damn, he was a hell of a hunter.” He let out a heavy exhale of disbelief. “Man, I can’t believe you’re Jack’s daughter.”
“Dad didn’t do too well hearing about Jack last year. I’m so sorry, Riley,” Sam added.
Riley nodded in gratitude as she pulled her knife from the vampire’s corpse. She cleaned it on the creature’s shirt and sheathed it again.
“How’s your dad by the way? I haven’t seen John in a while.”
Sam scoffed, “yeah, join the club.”
Dean scowled at Sam and then turned back to Riley. “We’re actually looking for him right now. He went on a hunting trip and we haven’t heard from him in a while.”
“It’s John Winchester. I wouldn’t be too worried,” she said.
They found themselves in that familiar silence again.
“Well,” Riley went on. “I don’t know about you two, but I could use a drink. My aunt has an apartment above the diner and I happen to know that she has some whiskey hidden away upstairs, if you’re interested.”
“I'm not gonna turn that offer down,” Dean answered with a tired smirk.
While Riley dragged one of the corpses off to the dumpster, Sam grabbed Dean’s shoulder and turned him towards him.
“Guess it’s a good thing I decided to go for a walk tonight.” Sam paused and looked in Riley’s direction. “That’s the girl you went out with tonight?”
“Yeah. Did you see her? Dude, she’s a total badass.” Dean smiled like an excited kid as he tapped his brother’s chest.
Sam let out a breathy chuckle in agreement as they both went to help Riley remove the evidence of their violent supernatural encounter.
-----
The three hunters stepped into a small apartment, it felt cozy and welcoming. Pictures of the Munroe family made it feel like a real home, one that neither Sam nor Dean had ever experienced.
Riley closed the door behind them and a happy dog came running to her. He jumped up to hug her and she rubbed his back. “Hey, Finn. You been a good boy?”
Finnick got down, stood next to her, and observed the strangers.
Sam crouched down and Finn went to smell him. As he pet him, the dog wagged his tail in appreciation.
“What a beautiful dog,” Sam told her. “I always wanted one. But, uh--Dean’s not exactly a huge fan of dogs.”
Dean gave Sam a nasty look and then shot back at Riley with a big cheesy smile. “I like dogs--I do. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
As Riley turned with a questioning expression on her face, Dean slugged Sam in the arm.
“Dude, not cool.”
Riley went to the kitchen, grabbed glasses from the shelves, and found the bottle of whiskey stashed under the sink. Finn settled next to her chair and laid his head on her feet.
Sam and Dean joined her at the table, letting out small huffs of tired air as they sat down.
As Riley poured the glasses, Dean let out a scoff. “Man, what are the odds? I mean, it’s Lawrence--small town…but still.”
Taking a drink, Riley sighed as it burned in her throat. “You’re not wrong.”
Sam let out a throaty chuckle. “Life’s funny that way, I guess.”
The front door opened and Deb walked in, her apron draped over her arm as her fingers tried to take her hair out of its tied-up bun.
Finn ran to greet her and she rubbed his head before looking up.
“Oh, didn’t know we were having company. Dean, nice to see you again.”
“You too, Debbie," Dean replied. This is my brother, Sam.”
Her eyes grew wide and Riley chuckled before telling her, “yup, Sam and Dean Winchester.” She turned to the brothers. “And yes, Deb knows everything.”
“I knew I recognized that face. Dean, I haven’t seen you since you were a kid. And Sam…my god, you were just a baby.” Deb pulled up a chair and joined the group. “Now that love of pie makes so much sense. You were the same way as a little boy,” she said, eyeing Dean.
Dean let out a small gasp of frustration as he remembered his forgotten to-go bag. “Dammit! I dropped my pie back in the alley.”
Debbie laughed, “don’t worry, honey. There’s plenty where that came from.” She got up and grabbed two pies from the refrigerator along with some forks before bringing them to the table. “Dig in. We don’t need plates when we’re with family.”
Dean lit up with excitement and went straight for the pie as Riley did the same.
“So, the Winchesters are back in Lawrence. Is your dad with you?”
“We’re only in town for the case. Dad’s out kind of doing his own thing right now,” Dean said with a full mouth.
“You boys came in for the vampire nest, didn’t you?”
“Yes, ma'am,” Sam chimed in.
Dean shook his head with his cheeks stuffed, “mm-mm. She doesn’t like that. Gotta call her Debbie.”
Sam, being slightly embarrassed by his brother, returned to his conversation. “So, hunting runs in your family too?”
“Oh, yeah,” she replied. Deb lifted a small bite of pie to her mouth, chewed, and swallowed, followed by a soft sigh. “My brother was a hunter, it cost him his damn life.”
Sadness fell over Riley’s face. She hated that her aunt still hurt so deeply over the loss of Jackson; not to mention how disappointed Debbie was that Riley was following in her father’s footsteps.
Deb took a breath and continued, “he was gone so much. Riley was just a baby and spent a lot of her time with me--I practically raised her. Whenever Jackson would come back home, he would teach her everything he could about hunting. I hated every second of it. Watching her learn to handle a gun when she was only in kindergarten made me sick. But, Riley wanted to be a ‘hero’ just like her daddy. I knew I couldn’t stop her, no matter how hard I tried.” She grabbed her glass and downed the last bit of whiskey, trying to stifle her emotions. "And then one day, 'Riley was old enough to hunt’,” Debbie scoffed in annoyance. “She was just a child, but she didn’t want to be away from her father and wanted to help him find the thing that killed her mom.”
“Deb, I didn’t want to leave, but I had to.” Riley reached her hand to Debbie’s and squeezed. “You were like a mom to me, that never changed.”
Deb returned the loving gesture and exhaled.
“So, you hunt alone now?” Dean asked Riley, surprised at the thought.
“Yup. Well, Finn comes too...sometimes. He’s mostly there for the company on the rides and in the motels, but he’s saved my life a couple of times. He’s the only partner I’ve ever had besides Dad.”
She reached under the table and pet the sleepy dog.
After a quiet moment, Sam looked to Debbie. “We were all so sad to hear of Jack’s passing,” Sam added. “If you don’t mind me asking, we never really heard what happened...”
Riley put her fork down, ran her hand through her hair as it fell back in her face and she took a deep breath. Running her finger around the rim of her glass, she looked over to Sam and Dean.
“Dad had been hunting down the thing that killed Mom for as long as I can remember. That’s why he became a hunter. I don’t even remember my mom, I was only a baby when she died. But, the night Dad died,” Riley paused as she swirled the liquid in her glass. “He didn’t tell me anything was wrong. He said 'he had to handle some business’ and went alone. I would have never let him go if I had known something was gonna happen.” Riley choked back tears and cleared her throat before her jaw twitched with a hint of anger. “God help that yellow-eyed son of a bitch if he’s what took my dad from me.”
“Wait a minute. Was Jack after a demon? A demon with yellow eyes?” Dean asked eagerly.
Both Riley and Deb’s faces went white. They looked at each other and then back at Dean as they both froze.
Debbie’s voice cracked in her throat. “H--how did you know that?”
“Because that’s the same thing that killed our mom too. Riley...how old were you when your mom died?”
“I was exactly 6 months old,” she told him.
Trying not to show the shakiness in his voice, Sam replied, “...I was 6 months old to the day when our mom was murdered too.”
Debbie grabbed Riley’s hand in anxiety. “What the hell is going on? How can this even be happening?” She shook her head and gulped, almost afraid to ask. “Sam…was there a fire in your nursery?”
The brothers went quiet before Sam nodded. “Yeah.”
Sam was completely taken aback. The conversation brought him back to the fresh memories of losing Jessica. The images that plagued his mind flashed and it was if he could still feel her warm blood fall on his face.
He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet and refused to bring her up. Sam did his best to pull himself out of his thoughts.
Dean was on edge too, both shocked and confused as to how it was all connected. He was left at a loss for words.
“Dean," Sam said as he turned to his brother. "Jack must have been working with Dad on the case the whole time. We always knew they went on hunts together, but Dad never really talked about them.”
“Hunters always have their secrets, kids...always.” After a moment, Debbie sighed as she stood up.” Well, I have to go close the diner for the night and clean up. Riley, you’re off the clock tonight. Stay here and enjoy the rest of your night.” She kissed Riley’s head and looked at the boys. “It was nice to see you both.”
“You too,” replied Dean. “Thanks for everything.”
Debbie gave a half-smile and headed out the door.
Riley stood to clear the table and Sam stopped her.
“I got it,” he told her. Sam put the dishes into the sink and turned to the others. “Well, I’m gonna head back to the motel. Thanks for everything, Riley. It was nice to meet you.”
“You too, Sam.”
The brothers exchanged looks and Dean nodded in his direction as if to say, ‘I’ll be there in a bit’.
Sam acknowledged the notion, patted Finn's head, and left.
Finally, Dean and Riley were alone again.
“Come on.” Riley grabbed her glass and led Dean over to the living room couch as he held his drink in hand as well.
The couch was soft gray and incredibly clean. Dean was impressed with how tidy Deb kept her home.
They both sat down and looked at each other, somewhat unsure of what to say.
“I gotta admit, Winchester, I did not see tonight going the way it did.”
Dean let out a throaty laugh. “Yeah.” He searched for the right words. “You’re something else though, Riley. You just keep surprising me.”
“In all good ways, I hope," Riley said with a smirk.
That small smile gave Dean chills up his neck. “In all the best ways,” he replied.
Riley smiled again and took a drink.
Pausing, Dean gathered the courage to keep talking. “You were right, you know? You’re not like most girls. I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you.” He looked up and caught her eye as the charge surging between them only grew.
“Listen,” Dean said, taking her drink and putting them both on the coffee table. “I gotta do this before something stops me again or I know I’m gonna regret it.” He pushed her hair away from her face before taking her chin in his hand.
Slowly, they leaned in towards each other and their lips barely touched.
Finn suddenly jumped up on the couch between them, knocking over one of the glasses as he did.
"Oh, Finn..." Riley said with a sigh. "What am I gonna do with you?"
The dog panted with what seemed like a happy grin, eager for attention as he stared into Dean's eyes.
Riley got up to grab a kitchen rag to clean up the mess and Dean looked back at Finn, disappointed at yet another interruption.
Finnick grew excited and his tail wagged as he began to lick Dean's face.
Dean scrunched his face in disgust, trying to put some distance between himself and the all-too-friendly pup. He stood up from the couch and looked at Finn who had sprawled himself out on the couch on his back, practically smiling at Dean.
Dean muttered under his breath as he wiped the slobber from his face.
"Fucking dogs..."
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The next morning, the boys drove down the main strip of town, the sound of the Impala rumbling beneath them. That Chevy was the only home Sam and Dean had ever known, the only constant in their lives besides each other.
Dean flipped open his phone to reveal a message from Riley:
‘Come in through the back. See you soon’.
A Blue Oyster Cult song played softly from Dean’s go-to cassette tape.
Sam broke the silence between them and asked, “so, you sure you wanna see again Riley after your night together? I mean, I've never seen you do that before. I'm not even sure how many times I've seen you even call a girl back." He chuckled to himself.
Dean knew he was right. “It’s not like that, Sam."
"Wait a minute..." Sam said with a thoughtful smirk.
"What?"
"...are you trying to tell me that nothing happened between you guys?" When Dean didn't answer, Sam took a second to absorb his brother's strange behaviors and chortled as he looked over at Dean. "You really like this girl, don't you?"
Trying to not let his brother think he was right, Dean scoffed. "'I like her'? What are we 12 years old?"
Sam laughed. "Whatever, dude. You got it bad."
Ignoring Sam's commentary, Dean pulled the Impala into the diner parking lot.
After turning off the engine, Sam and Dean stepped out of the car, the doors creaking behind them as they slammed shut.
As the brothers walked around the back, they saw the diner in the daylight. Memories from the night before played in their minds; remnants of blood that couldn’t be scrubbed away were still staining the concrete.
Opening the back door, the two stepped inside.
Riley was sitting cross-legged on the couch with papers, newspapers, and a map sprawled around her on one side and Finn on the other.
She glanced up, trying to not seem too eager to see Dean. “Hey, guys. Good morning.”
“Morning,” they both replied.
Dean sat on a single chair close to Riley and Sam made himself comfortable on the longer end of the sofa as he greeted Finn. The golden pup was already a fan of the youngest Winchester.
Riley sipped her coffee and nodded toward the side table. “There’s a fresh pot if you want some, help yourselves.”
Dean got up and poured two mugs full, giving one to Sam and then returning to his chair. The heat from the warm drinks danced in the sunlight that shined through the window.
He looked at Riley and studied her. She was just as beautiful in the morning as she was the night before. Her hair was in a messy bun, twisted together quickly after waking up. She was wearing sweats, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and socks.
Riley didn’t even have to try to impress Dean, it happened naturally.
“So, whaddya got?” Dean asked.
“Well, looks like all the attacks have been up north on the furthest skirts of town towards the city of Midland,” she answered.
Sam chimed in. “I did some digging and I haven’t seen a single attack here before the recent ones this last week. It’s so weird that they just showed up in Lawrence out of nowhere.”
“Yeah, but with the death toll piling up, and the visit from our friends last night, I’d say it’s a safe bet we have a full-blown nest now. Now where they came from, I don’t have a damn clue.”
Riley pushed everything to the side to focus on the conversation and the warm coffee in her two cupped hands. She always joked about how the smell of coffee would ‘wake up her soul’ as she was most certainly not a morning person.
"So, are we just going to gloss over the fact that a case brought all of us back home to Lawrence at the same time?" Sam asked. "I mean, what are the odds of that?"
"Yeah..." Riley replied. "I was kind of wondering the same thing."
"How did you hear about the case?"
Riley took another drink. "I got a call from another hunter."
Both Sam and Dean turned to look at each other.
"What?"
"Who was it that called you?" Dean asked somewhat earnestly.
"That's the weird part," she started. "We got cut off before he could tell me his name. I wouldn't usually follow a lead like that, but when I checked some local records, it all panned out. I knew I had to come home." Riley paused. “He said he knew my dad too.”
"We got the same call," Sam told her.
"Wait, are you serious?"
"Yeah--the quick info, no name, that he knew our dad, the sudden hang up..." Dean answered, looking back over at Sam again. "Someone wanted us here...together."
"...but who? Why?"
"Damn good question. And the fact that our moms died the same way when you both were the same age...” Dean thought for a second. “Why didn’t Dad tell us about that?”
“My dad didn’t either.” Riley couldn’t understand why Jackson had kept something so big from her. She thought they didn’t hide anything from each other, especially not when it came to finding the demon. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me. He didn’t even mention the fire--done by the same evil bastard too. It just…doesn’t make any sense.”
“Remember what Deb said?” Dean asked. “Hunters always have their secrets.”
Unsure of how to answer any of the questions in front of them and itching to get back on the road to find those answers, Sam switched the subject again.
"Well," Sam leaned over towards the coffee table to study the map again. "We're here and Lawrence has a vamp problem. No matter who got us here, we have to handle it."
He was eager to get the job done. As soon as the nest was handled, Sam and Dean would be back on the road again to keep looking for John.
“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Dean asked while he sipped at his warm mug.
“I say we stake it out tonight,” Riley answered. “If we think we can handle it, we go in. If not, we gather intel and we’ll regroup for tomorrow. At least if we’re there, they can’t leave without us knowing.”
“Sounds good to me. Guess we have the day to kill,” Dean said with a playful shrug.
Sam knew where his brother’s head was and smiled at the thought of Dean being so keen to be with this new girl.
“Well, let’s go grab some breakfast and we’ll make plans from there. I am in dire need of more coffee. I’ll go change and meet you in the diner.” Riley got up and patted her side for Finn to follow.
“Great! I’m starving” Sam shot out in response.
“Meet you in ten,” she called back as her voice faded further away.
Dean watched her disappear up the stairs, his eyes locked on her.
Once she was gone, Sam snickered.
“What?” Dean asked.
“Dude, could you be more obvious?”
“...shut up.”
------
After a day of lounging in Deb’s apartment, an abundance of delicious food, and a couple of classic movies, it was time for the hunters to head out.
Grabbing her gear and giving a kiss on Finn’s soft head, Riley followed the boys to the car.
Dean popped the trunk to check on their supplies while the sun set softly behind them. The sky was softly lit with beautiful orange and yellow light just peeking over the horizon.
Riley peered down into the trunk and was thrilled with all the different ‘hunter toys’ it held.
“Oh, my God.” She pulled out a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire and grinned as she admired it. “This is so badass.”
Dean laughed softly under his breath, admiring the weapon as well. “That’s one of Dad’s favorites.”
“Don’t think I won’t be taking a swing with this baby at some point.”
Sam let out a playful sigh. “My god, there’s two of them.”
After Riley and Dean exchanged a flirty glance, they shut the trunk and walked around the Impala.
Sam went to the front passenger door and opened it for Riley.
“Such a gentleman,” she teased.
After all three were in the car, Dean started the engine and cranked up the music.
“Let’s do this.”
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Night had fallen as the Chevy’s lights shut off and rolled to a stop; it hid behind some brush just shy of a rusted metal gate that led up to private property. From there, the hunters could still watch to make sure no one tried to leave the cabin on the hill.
A beat-up old van was parked in front as warm lights seeped out of the house windows nearby.
The still night’s silence surrounded the car with only the sound of crickets chirping around them.
“Do we know if there’s a way out on the other side?” Riley was frustrated that she wasn’t able to find any records on the old property.
“No,” Sam responded. “We’re going in blind.”
She sighed as she tried to scan their surroundings in the darkness.
Dean saw an opportunity to get a moment with Riley and formulated a plan. He put his arm over the seat and looked back at Sam. “Well, Sammy, how about we stay here and you do a little recon? You can come back and let us know what you find.”
A look of ‘play along’ sat eagerly on Dean's face.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure. Why not?” he said with an annoyed tone.
Grabbing a flashlight and packing his gun into his hip, he got out of the car and tried to close the door gently.
Dean peeked his head through the crack in the window and whispered, “take your time. No rush.”
Sam rolled his eyes again and began his trudge down the road.
With Sam no longer in view, Riley and Dean were alone again. They both had been hoping all day for the moment that would happen.
It went quiet for several minutes as they both struggled to speak first.
“Listen," Dean started. "At the risk of sounding like a complete idiot, I had a great time with you last night. Even if it was interrupted by blood-thirsty monsters.” They both let out breathy laughs. “But had that not happened, I may have never seen what a kick-ass hunter you are.”
Riley’s stomach flipped. Knowing that she impressed him filled her with pride. Watching him in the fray the night before turned her on and she couldn’t wait to see him in action again.
“I can say it was definitely my most interesting date so far.” She tried to not come off too flirty, but with him, it was hard not to.
Dean’s lips pressed together while a smile grew behind them. She looked so perfect. There hadn’t been a moment since they met that he didn’t think so.
Riley bit her lip, catching his gaze and the tension grew.
With heated eyes, Dean leaned in and Riley began to meet him as they inched towards the kiss they had both been wanting.
The back door of the Impala opened and the two turned at the sound as Sam got in with a tired huff.
Both Dean and Riley looked back at Sam in a way that made him realize his entrance had been somewhat of a disappointment.
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I come back?” he asked sarcastically.
“Shut up, Sam," Dean retorted plainly. "What’d you find out?”
“This is their only way out. If they leave, we’ll know it. I was able to get a view into the window and heard them talking. They’re pissed about the three vamps we took out last night. Losing them brought their nest down to four. They know it happened behind the diner and they plan to hit it hard.”
Riley’s eyes grew with anger and a hint of panic at the thought of Debbie getting in harm’s way. “That’s it. I say we handle these bastards now. No way in hell am I letting them near my home.”
Dean loved seeing that side of her, the hunter side. She was always ready for a fight. It made her that much more attractive.
With Dean’s mind set on being at her side and raring to go, he looked at her and then Sam.
“Agreed. Sam, you in?”
“Let’s go,” Sam replied.
The three got out quietly and grabbed their gear from the trunk. A gun on each of their hips, knives hidden in boots or sheathed in jackets, and a machete in hand.
Riley reached for the bat and studied it in her hands. She gave a fiery look that sent chills up Dean’s spine, diving him wild, while her hands tightened their grip around it.
With purpose and intensity, Sam, Riley, and Dean marched up the hill, ready for whatever awaited them behind that cabin door.
The remaining four vampires sat in the main room venting their anger in front of a roaring fireplace.
Thirsty for blood and revenge, one of the men with black hair and a large build hissed under his breath. “I’m not waiting. Those fuckin’ hunters took out our kin. They die tonight.”
With the rest of the nest in agreement, they got up, ready to leave.
Just as their decision was made, the door was kicked open. It swung with force and slammed against the wall. Chips from where the door met the frame splintered out.
Riley stepped between the Winchesters and went in first, ready to take the lead.
Taking large, controlled strides into the house, she swung the bat with abandon and hit the black-haired monster in the head, caving in the side of his skull. He hit the floor and Riley swung another two times ensuring that he was down, blood splattering from his fresh wounds.
Dean and Sam went in opposite directions to take their part in the fight. Punches were thrown and Sam took a blow to the jaw that caused him to falter back, but he quickly shook it off and charged back at the creature.
On the other side of the room, Dean faced off with another vampire in a leather vest.
As they both danced around a bit, each trying to corner the other, Dean looked the monster over with a chuckle. “Dude, you know, you reek of 'douchebag’, right?.”
The man let his rage take over and rushed at Dean, creating the perfect opportunity for him to duck away.
Dean spun around and with his blade at the monster’s neck, he shoved it through the vampire’s throat. The creature’s head fell to the floor, followed by what was left of its body.
Turning around while still riding the high of the kill, he then removed the head of the other monster that was fighting his brother.
Riley, face to face with the only remaining creature, was met with a monstrous woman with a pixie haircut. Her teeth were bared and she snarled at the hunter.
“You, bitch!” she spat. “You come into our house and kill my family?”
A cocky smile grew on Riley’s face as she tensed around the bat and jested, “better yours than mine.”
After a couple of swings and misses, the vampire lost her step and was met with a swipe to the side of her face. She hit the ground, blood dripping from her head as she realized she could no longer stand.
Riley took her time and walked behind her. She reached out her hand to trade her weapon for Dean’s machete. Grasping it firmly, Riley moved back to the beaten monster who was leaning onto her hands.
Barely able to get out words the woman hissed through her breaths, “you…hunters…you’ll never win. There’s too many of us. We’ll always…come for you.”
With one final look, Riley answered, “and we’ll always be ready.”
------
The Chevy pulled up to the front of the diner late into the night. Debbie had already closed up for the night and must have gone to bed as all of the lights were out.
Exhausted, covered in blood, and still coming down from the adrenaline of the tussle, the car was quiet.
“You know, Riley, you’re a damn good hunter,” Sam admitted from the back seat.
“He’s right,” Dean added. “You kicked serious ass tonight."
Riley sighed. “This was the first time I hadn’t gone on a hunt alone since I lost Dad.” Her voice trailed off, not wanting to share how terrified she had been for anyone else to die. Riley’s head fell slightly and she knew that if she got too close to the boys, odds were, she would lose them too.
“Hey,” Dean said, waiting for her to look up at him. “Look, this job sucks. We’ve lost more friends and family than we ever care to admit. It hurts every damn day. And the thought of losing more? Honestly, it’s almost too much to live with. But this ain’t a one-man show, sweetheart. We survive because we do it together.”
A small smile came over Riley’s face and she knew he was right.
Sam leaned towards the front seat as Riley turned to him. “Riley, I don’t know how we got here or why. All I know is that every single day all I can think about is finding that demon, which means we gotta find our dad…and I think we could use all the help we can get. We can go after Yellow Eyes together.”
The idea thrilled Dean to his core and he couldn’t help but grin. Regardless of his interest in Riley, he knew it was going to take more than just the two of them to finish what John had started 22 years ago, to end the nightmare that had haunted their family.
“...so, whaddya say, kid?” Dean asked.
A million thoughts ran through Riley’s head while she tried to fight her fear of getting too close to anyone. “I--I need to think about it. I know you guys are headed out in the morning. So...I guess I’ll let you know then.” Riley’s uncertainty kept her hesitant, afraid to make the wrong decision.
Both brothers nodded while a swell of comradery swept through the car. Whatever her decision, a bond had been formed.
Riley looked at Dean and then back at Sam, “goodnight, guys.”
Getting out of the car and swinging her bag over her shoulder, she disappeared into the back of the diner.
Sam moved from the back to the front passenger seat next to his brother.
Dean’s eyes had watched her every move until she was out of sight. He couldn’t help but hope she would say yes and that the three of them could find the answers they’ve waited for their entire lives, and that this wasn’t goodbye.
-----
It was a brisk morning and more leaves had covered the streets and sidewalks of the quiet street. The mood in the town had shifted and even the air felt lighter.
Evil had left Lawrence, for the time being.
Dean parked the car and immediately set his gaze on the diner door. He had tossed and turned all night worried that he would have to say goodbye to Riley, and he just wasn’t ready.
Although he never said it, Dean knew he was a player. He had a tendency to meet a new woman everywhere he went, sometimes more than one. Each time, they almost always ended up back in his hotel bed. Being so infatuated with someone like he was with Riley was driving him crazy and constantly occupying his thoughts.
After waiting for a while, Sam saw the concern in Dean’s eyes.
“She still might come, Dean. We’ll give her a few more minutes.” Even Sam was keeping his hope that the new friend he had made would be leaving with them. Sam wanted to believe that together there was a way to avenge Jess, his mom, and his entire family.
Dean’s heart sank and with a heavy sigh. Reluctantly, his fingers grabbed onto the keys to turn the ignition.
As he did, he heard the soft jingle of the diner’s bell behind him. Dean beamed when he saw her.
Riley was grinning from ear to ear, a bag over her shoulder, and a guitar case in her hand. Finn and Deb followed close behind.
“Still got room for one more, Winchesters?”
“Hell yeah.” Dean hugged her and happily took her things to put in the back seat.
Sam went to her and embraced her tightly. “You play guitar?”
“Oh, honey, I’m full of surprises.”
Riley walked over to Finn and got down to his level. With a tear in her eye, she pet him and rubbed his ears while she looked him over.
“I love you, buddy. But we’re going after something too big and I can’t risk you getting hurt. Aunt Deb’s gonna take good care of you. I promise I’ll be back soon.” She wrapped her arms around the whining dog and kissed his head. “I love you.” Tears crept up in Riley’s eyes and the lump in her throat threatened every breath she took.
Getting up, Riley squeezed Deb in a loving embrace.
Her aunt whispered in her ear while her voice broke and held back tears with each word. “You come back to us, you hear me?”
“I promise. I love you so much.”
The two tried to pull themselves together as Riley stepped away and walked towards the car.
Debbie hugged both of the boys and handed Dean a large bag. “It’s filled with food for the road. I made sure I packed some pie in there too.” She winked and Dean’s smile was beyond enthusiastic.
“You take care of her,” Deb told him softly, a somewhat desperate look in her eyes.
“Thank you, for everything. I promise to get her back to you.”
The trio got in the car with Riley and Dean in the front again and Sam in the backseat.
A silent tear rolled down Riley’s cheek and she discreetly brushed it away before waving one more time. She had no idea how long it would be until she would be with her family again. Being on the road meant never knowing when she'd come back, and this time was going to be different; this time she knew she might not make it back at all.
Riley hoped she had made the right decision to leave as she wiped any remaining tears off her face.
Dean backed out of the spot and headed on the road.
Finn and Debbie were right where Riley had left them as they faded in the side mirror.
“You good?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Riley took a deep breath and tried to soothe herself. “Music?” She asked as she turned the dial, hoping to take her mind off it all.
Nothing took her mind off things like the beautiful sound of memories. That’s what music was; it was solace, it was Dad.
Bob Seger’s ‘Night Moves’ came through the speakers and it was as if Jackson had sent a message just for her. It was their song and Riley smiled from ear to ear, knowing that in some ways he never truly left her.
“I love this song!” The music swept through her and Riley sang to the tune. “I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds. Tight pants, points hardly reknown. She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes. And points all her own sitting way up high…”
“Woah, she sings too,” Dean teased as he soaked up every beautiful sound that she shared.
“Always the tone of surprise with you, Dean. Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy. Out in the back seat of Dean’s '67 Chevy. Workin’ on mysteries without any clues. Come on, boys!”
Dean watched her as a grin stretched over his face. Every word and ridiculous sway she made in the front seat of his car was magic, she was magic.
The brothers chuckled and joined in as they all sang in unison.
“Workin’ on our night moves. Tryin’ to make some front-page drive-in news. Workin’ on our night moves in the summertime…in the sweet summertime.”
For that moment, as they drove past the sign reading: ‘You are now leaving Lawrence, come back soon’ and lost in the night moves, the three of them let the weight on their shoulders fall. Being together felt right, even if none of them could explain it.
Sam got comfortable in the back seat as Riley gazed into the horizon, imagining the roads to come.
That day was the start of something bigger than the three hunters could ever have known. Call it fate or destiny, but Sam, Dean, and Riley’s lives would never be the same.
“I woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off, I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from nineteen sixty-two. Ain’t it funny how the night moves when you just don’t seem to have as much to lose? Strange how the night moves...with autumn closing in.”
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We Need To Talk About Kevin: Part Three
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.5k
Warnings: canon angst and violence
Author’s Note: Welcome to the first episode of season 8! I can’t believe I’ve been doing this for almost eight years 😭 I hope you all enjoy ♥️
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After You Escape Purgatory
You have three things on your agenda: Find Benny and bring him back to the land of the living, go to the doctor, and then find Sam and Joanna. After being in Purgatory for about a year, you managed to get out without so much as a scratch. You have your magic to thank for that, but the emotional and mental scars are still fresh. You've been through so much shit, especially after learning that you are, in fact, pregnant.
If you had to guess, you're three to four months pregnant, but you have to go to the doctor to make sure everything is okay. However, you have to find Benny's remains if you want to bring him back to Earth. He hitched himself a ride through Dean, through a spell he casted. He's riding in Dean's arm, so you need to release his essence all over his remains in order for the spell to work.
Castiel isn't with you because he got left in Purgatory. It broke your heart to know he was left behind, but you were the first one through the portal to Earth. You don't know what happened to him and Dean inside Purgatory, but all you know is that Dean doesn't want to talk about it and Castiel isn't here. You can only assume that Dean had to make the choice between saving himself and saving Castiel, and he chose himself.
You and Dean arrive at the cemetery in Maine where Benny says he was buried.
"I hope our baby is okay," you mutter and put a hand to your growing stomach.
"We'll find out soon enough."
You don't know what impact Purgatory had on your child, so you need to go to the doctor sooner rather than later to make sure. Dean finds Benny's headstone and starts to dig with his shovel while you watch.
"This better be you, you son of a bitch," Dean mutters.
When he reaches the bones in the grave, he rolls up his sleeve to reveal his reddened arm. Benny is in there, and he clearly wants out. Dean's arm glows bright red as his skin moves to represent Benny trying to get out.
"Alright, hold on, you bastard. Hold on!" Dean cuts his forearm across, holding his arm over the grave. Benny's essence falls from his arm and onto the bones as Dean begins reciting the spell. When he is done, Dean falls to the ground in pain. "Wow."
"Are you okay?" you ask.
"Yeah."
You help him stand up and turn to see Benny standing there, fixing his sleeves on his overcoat.
"That was fast," you say.
"No thanks to you. The hell took you so long?"
"You're welcome," Dean rolls his eyes. Benny cracks his neck with a smile. "Everything working?"
"Good enough." Benny opens his mouth and lets his fangs descend before retracting them. "So, what now?"
"Like we talked about, I guess."
"Then this is goodbye. Y/N, take care of your kid, okay?"
"Of course," you smile.
"Keep your nose clean, Benny. You hear me?"
Benny walks to Dean and holds out his hand for him to shake, and Dean does.
"We made it, brother. I can't believe it."
Benny laughs and pulls Dean into a hug, and both men stay like that for a couple of moments.
"You and me both," Dean chuckles.
Dean and Benny part ways, and the vampire heads to do whatever he wants to do as a free man.
"Come on, Dean, we need to go to the doctor," you urge. "We can find Sam and Joanna after. A couple of more hours won't hurt."
You and Dean head to the nearest twenty-four-hour Urgent Care that has an OB GYN on call. Since it's the middle of the night, they immediately took you in for her to see you. You're lying on the table with your stomach on display and the cold jelly on your stomach. The OB GYN left the room to get more supplies, so you're just waiting for her to get back. You're holding Dean's hand tightly, praying and hoping that everything is okay with your baby.
"I don't know if you had time to, but have you thought about names?" Dean asks.
"I started thinking about names from the first time I threw up," you say excitedly.
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah, I kind of knew. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to freak you out for nothing, but I started thinking of names."
"What do you have?"
"Well, I know I kind of named Joanna on my own without asking your opinion, but I hope you like the name I picked out."
"I love Joanna's name. I'm sure I'll love whatever name you pick out."
"So, I only have a name picked out for a girl, but I really wanted to name her after your mother and mine, so I figured we would combine their names. Mary for your mom and Ann for my mom's middle name. I also wanted to name our daughter after Castiel, so I thought what better name than Maryann Grace Winchester."
"I think our moms would be proud."
"I hope so."
"Okay, in the spirit of that, why don't we do the same if it's a boy? Robert John Winchester?"
"I love that so much," you grin.
He leans down and kisses you just as the OB GYN comes in.
"Sorry, we're a bit understaffed here."
"That's okay. We don't mind waiting," you say.
She takes a seat on her chair with wheels and rolls over to you after snapping on some gloves. She grabs the wand that helps her see inside your womb and turns on the machine, using it to spread the cold jelly across your stomach.
"So, everything looks good on my end. I don't see anything that you need to concern yourself with."
"How far along am I?"
"It seems like you're about seventeen weeks or four months. You should relax because your babies are just fine."
"Excuse me? B-babies?"
"As in, more than one?" Dean asks.
The woman turns the screen so you can see what she is talking about. She moves the wand over the first baby's head and then over the second one.
"Here is Baby A and Baby B."
"Do twins run in your family?" you ask, clearly freaking out about this.
This means you'll have three kids with Dean. You're absolutely overjoyed about this, but you weren't expecting this to happen.
"How the hell should I know? Do twins run in your family?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Twins aren't uncommon in families that have twins, but if you're unsure, one in two hundred and fifty natural pregnancies end with twins. I guess yours is just those odds," the OB GYN says.
"I can't believe this is happening," you say.
"You are far along enough for me to see the genders. Would you two be interested in knowing?"
"Yes," you and Dean say at the exact same time.
"Alright, Baby A is," the woman moves the wand over Baby A's area to see, "a girl. Baby B is," she does the same thing over the second baby's head, "a boy. One of each."
"We're having a boy?" you smile with tears in your eyes.
"Congratulations you two. I'll give you some time alone."
She cleans you free of the jelly and steps out of the office. As soon as you're alone, you're breaking down in tears.
"We're having twins."
"I can't believe this," Dean smiles through his own unshed tears.
"Now we get to use both names," you grin widely.
It wasn't hard to find Sam. Dean called all his numbers at least five times each, but it took some simple hacking to figure out where he used his credit cards. The Impala is newly repaired from where Meg rammed it into Dick Roman's building. You're not sure where Sam has been staying this whole time or who this person's house is, but you watch him leave it in the middle of the night.
It's nearing dawn since you and Dean have spent the entire night traveling from Benny's grave and to here. Sam keeps the door open for Joanna to follow him. As soon as you see her, you gasp loudly in shock and sadness. You left this Earth when Joanna was eleven months old, and now she looks to be two years old. You missed a whole fucking year of her life, and that breaks your heart in two.
"I can't believe we missed a year of her life," you whisper to Dean.
Sam puts Joanna into the Impala and gets in himself, driving off to God knows where.
"Come on," Dean says and heads to the car you stole.
You follow Sam all the way to your dad's cabin where he and Joanna get out to settle into the place. Why did Sam leave that woman's house only to come here? Sam packed both their bags, so is he leaving her? You're not sure you like the thought of another woman caring for your daughter, but you do trust Sam with your life. You know she's been safe this entire time, so you're not angry about that.
Sam takes Joanna's hand to guide her inside, and you can't help but scoff at the height difference. Joanna is about two and a half feet tall, but Sam is maxing out at six foot four. You and Dean come out of the shadows, and Joanna turns to look who is behind her. She locks eyes with you and smiles widely, shrugging out of Sam's grasp.
"Joanna, what are you--"
"Mama! Daddy!" she squeals.
She rushes over to you, and you bend down with open arms to accept her hug.
"My baby girl," you cry and pick her up, peppering kisses all over her face.
"Y/N... Dean," Sam says in shock.
Dean bypasses his daughter and goes straight to Sam to perform a bunch of tests on him to make sure Sam is Sam. The younger brother doesn't like this, and when Dean presents himself for his turn, Sam doesn't jump on the opportunity.
"Dean, that's not necessary. I know it's you."
Dean doesn't listen, and he splashes holy water and borax on himself before cutting his arm with a silver knife. As soon as Dean knows that he and Sam are both good, he approaches Joanna with a smile on his face.
"Daddy!" she squeals and hops into his arms.
Sam opens the front door and Zeus comes running out, excited to see you after a year of being gone.
"Zeus!" you gasp and get on your knees to accept his loving kisses.
"Come on, let's go inside," Sam says.
Everyone heads inside to catch up, and Sam turns to you with a look you can't register.
"You're... fucking alive. I mean, what the hell happened to you two?"
"Well, I guess standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to Purgatory."
"You two were in Purgatory? For the whole year?"
"Yeah, time flies when you're running for your life."
"Well, how'd you get out?"
"I guess whoever built that box didn't want us in there any more than we did."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we're here, Sam," you sigh.
Sam shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. He looks at you and notices your pregnant belly underneath your shirt. The only shirt you could find was a loose-fitting one, but it was enough to show your pregnancy to the younger brother.
"You got pregnant in Purgatory?"
"What? We had some time," you say innocently. "We're having twins, Sam."
"What?"
"Yeah, we went to the doctor as soon as we got back, and we're having twins. Maryann Grace Winchester and Robert John Winchester. A boy and a girl."
"Congratulations!" he smiles, bringing you in for a hug.
Sam's words say one thing, but his tone and actions say something else. You're not sure why he isn't truly happy for you and Dean, but you can sense some kind of hostility in his voice. You pull away from him, and this time, you know for sure that you're hearing his thoughts because his mouth isn't moving from the shape of a smile.
Man, I wish I was with Amelia.
"Who's Amelia?" you ask.
Sam frowns in confusion at your words. He's about to ask how you know who that is when he realizes he just thought it before you said something.
"Can you read minds now?"
"Yeah, it's a new thing."
"Where's Cas? Was he there?" Sam asks, ignoring your question altogether.
"Yeah, Cas didn't make it."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he... just let go."
"So Cas is dead? You saw him die?"
"I saw enough."
"What about you?" Sam asks you.
"I went first into the portal. Whatever happened between Castiel and Dean is between them. I don't know what happened."
Dean walks to the fridge and takes out two beers for himself and Sam since you can't drink. Joanna doesn't want to leave your arms since she hasn't seen you for a year, and you're just grateful that she remembers what you look like since she was so young when you left.
"You know that half your numbers are out of service? Felt like I was leaving messages in the wind," Dean scoffs.
"Yeah, I-I-I didn't get your messages," Sam stutters.
"How come?" you ask and take a seat.
Zeus rests his head on your lap when you do.
"Probably because I ditched the phones."
"Because...?"
"I guess, um... I guess something happened to me this year, too. I don't hunt anymore," he smiles tentatively.
"You quit?" you ask in disbelief.
"Yeah. Yeah, I--you two were gone. Cas was gone and Bobby was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown."
"So, you just turned tail on the family business?" Dean asks, getting pissed.
"Nothing says 'family' quite like the whole family being dead."
"We weren't dead. In fact, we were knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do."
"Yeah, Dean. As far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. I had no one--no one. For the first time in my life, I was completely alone. Honestly, I-I didn't exactly have a roadmap. So, I fixed up the Impala, and I just... drove. I took care of Joanna and that's it."
"After you looked for us, you mean," Dean says. You sigh and stand up, holding Joanna close. "Did you look for us, Sam?" Sam doesn't say a word but looks away. His look says it all. "Good. That's good. No, we always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each other, but not this time, right, Sammy?"
"Look, I'm still the same guy, Dean."
"Well, bully for you. We're not," Dean snaps.
He can't be around him right now and walks away to be on his own. Sam looks at you with puppy dog eyes.
"I can understand why you didn't look for us, but it would have been nice to know you were trying to bring me back to my daughter."
You hold Joanna close and head to the back bedroom where her room is. It's filled with cribs and other baby stuff, so you'll have to transform this to a big girl room. The baby stuff you'll save for your twins, but it's going to be hard knowing that you'll have to get motel rooms with two rooms so that the children can sleep on their own separate from you. You're not sure the Impala will have enough seats for everyone. You'll have to start sitting up front between the brothers to fit all three kids in the back seat.
"Welcome back," you hear Sam say with a sigh.
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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.
Xoxo
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Dean Winchester Series - Part 5 *rewrite*
Masterlist for all Dean x Reader series
Dark Days Masterlist
Ruined Love Masterlist (trigger warnings!)
Two minutes in heaven Masterlist (mostly smut)
Broken Trust Masterlist (this one was complete/trigger warnings)
Dean divider by me *for my blog use only!*
Fine more Dean Winchester stories here: Dean Winchester Masterlist
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Making some Changes
This is more geared towards the fictions on this blog. One in particular is Down the Rabbit Hole.
I’m currently working on rewriting it completely.
The original, I’m not really proud of it the longer it stays up. And it’s been up for a few years now. Hard to believe since, like, 2018 I’ve been writing on here and by 2019 I had posted a finished series. Though, not polished. The story arch takes so many turns and twists that make no sense the farther along you go. And the switch of OC!Reader, an already named reader and I just so happened to use my own name since I wasn’t original in naming at all. And rushed smut, all because I got inspired after reading smut. Same for daughter!reader, child!reader, all those things, I put in the story. And it makes...no sense. At all.
So with that being said, I’m going to delete the series from Tumblr. I know some of you have liked it, but, I don’t want you guys reading anymore of something I’m not exactly proud of. But I do have a bit of a teaser to the rewrite, more like remaster of the series. It’s so much better, I paced it rather slow. I give a lot of background on the reader and her family. And I think this is much better than the original.
But, I only have 2,000 plus words written. Once I post the teaser, I’m gonna get back to writing it, and it may take a little over a year to write.
There will be snipbits of episodic rewrites, but there will still be more backstory, more adventures that are “untold” in the show Supernatural. I’ll still add Ghost Hunt as a part in the series, I just love the story told in the Anime Show, Episode called The Blood Stained Labyrinth. The second creepiest episode on the show. And an episode or two of Inuyasha, The Curse of the Dark Priestess Episode, and maybe...the episode Rival Lovers where Kagome is sick and Inuyasha takes care of her. The smut...is either gonna be implied or in explicit detail, it just depends on how I’m feeling the story is going. And I’ll even have a rewrite of the finale. Because remember, this is about the reader being thrown into the world of Supernatural, living through everything that has been shown in the show only more in depth and very real to her. I’ve had this idea for fan fictions for years, longer than me just writing them.
Now, this blog is just a reblogging type blog so the rewrite will not be posted on here. It’ll be posted on my second blog supernaturalneurodivergentwolf (I probably spelled that wrong...) but I’ll have the correct link up there. I gotchyou.
So, if you see that the link doesn’t work to any part of Down the Rabbit Hole that you liked and is sitting in your likes, it’s because I deleted it and I am rewriting it, remastering it.
And be on the look out on the other blog that I linked above for the teaser that I’ll post Tomorrow Afternoon CST.
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So, if you are still on my Dean tags for the series, I will still tag you when I post unless you request to be removed for any reason let me know via ask or a comment on this post, or even a reblog, either way to communicate to me you want to be added or removed, let me know.
I’m excited for this rewrite, this flows so smoothly. And it may be a slow burn and some people don’t like the pace of slow burns, and my wordy ass is going to be very descriptive of the scenes and among other things going on in the story. But, I do suck at my words, so the time I’ll have to look up the correct word will be a doozy.
I appreciate your guys’ patience as you bare with me as I do my best to deliver you some good or decent content for you to read and escape, I’m really excited for this one I can’t wait to finish this properly compared to the original, I can’t wait for you to read it once it’s finished. See you when I post the teaser, and the rest of the series in the future. I can’t wait, I’m excited. :D
Have a good weekend guys, stay safe! :3
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AO3 WIP SPOILERS:
** Friendly reminder that fanfic is FREE content & in addition to writing I have an IRL 24/7 day job**
Love + Stage Crew - Published 08/16/19
CH20 - The Winchester’s celebrate Thanksgiving with Castiel & Naomi makes an unexpected appearance. Castiel briefly considers suicide but then forces himself to vomit up what he’d ingested instead of going through with overdosing again.
CH21 - Dean knows something is up with Castiel, just not what. Meanwhile Castiel’s suicide attempt pushes him a major depressive episode.
CH22 - A well meaning Sam asks Castiel not to “distract” Dean while he’s studying for the PSATs. Unable to cope, Castiel spirals back into recreational drug use to manage his anxiety.
CH23 - After taking the PSATs Dean goes all out planning for his and Castiel’s first anniversary. Unfortunately Castiel forgets all about it, shows up late and is noticeably high.
CH24 - Castiel meets with his new therapist, social worker!Jody who suggests him living in a group home/going to rehab because he’s clearly unhappy and on drugs. Missouri confirms Dean’s suspicions about his boyfriend's extracurricular activities which causes them to fight. This triggers Castiel into dissociating, which results in him banging his head against the wall repeatedly and freaking Dean the fuck out.
CH25 - Castiel ditches school to get high with Andy & Ava then accidentally overdoses. Dean worries this was another suicide attempt & feels responsible.
CH26 - Dean breaks down completely in front of Castiel, afterward they have a good talk and gain a better understanding of each other and their relationship.
CH27 - Dean & Castiel talk with Dr. Milton about drug use & antidepressants. Later they meet with Jody to reevaluate Castiel’s living situation.
CH28 - Castiel’s medication leads to more unexpected weight gain and some disordered eating. He confides in Dean and explains why he wants to stop taking his meds. Together the boys come up with a better plan, Castiel starts jogging with Sam.
CH29 - Gabe visits the Winchester’s for Christmas break. Shenanigans & Fluff, Castiel is authentically enjoying life again now that his meds are finally working.
CH30 - Castiel’s New Year’s resolution is to “just be okay” or whatever that means for him. He also wants to learn how to support Dean the way he’s been supported. Story ends with fluff and optimism.
SPN X Stand By Me - Published 06/18/21
CH5 - The Train Dodge - Gabe and Cas outrun a freight train and nearly get squashed.
CH6 - The Campfire - Cas tells his friends a story about a family of monster hunters. Later he comforts a very tipsy Dean who tries to explain why the world doesn't want him in it.
CH7 - The Leeches - Puberty is scary enough without adding blood sucking aquatic monsters.
CH8 - The Body - The boys find Adam’s body and face off with Lucifer’s gang.
CH9 - The Epilogue - Dean isn't dead at all and has been dating Castiel the whole time.
The Road Too Far - Series Published 09/3/22
“Dad’s on a Hunting Trip”- S1 rewrite where Dean is already an alcoholic and John had been enabling this prior to disappearing. Also implies John spent most of the first season unknowingly possessed by different demons.
“Watch Out, For Sammy” - S2 rewrite where Dean isn't handling John’s death at all and is seriously reexamining all the things he could've done with his life instead. Emotionally switching places with his little brother, Dean begins to understand why Sam left hunting.
“Got A Year to Live”- S3 rewrite where Dean comes to terms with his own impending death and for the first time in forever decides that he might actually want to live instead.
SPN Headcanon Gospel - Series Published 01/14/20
“Failure”- Dean tries really hard on his freshman year finals but fails them anyway. Alone with Sam for the Summer, he spirals into substance abuse, sexual misadventures, and clinical depression.
“Promises”/“Flagstaff”- Kid!Sam misunderstands Dean’s childhood plans for them, later he uses his promise to Dean as an excuse to run away from hunting. / Sam’s adventures come to a screeching halt when John Winchester tracks him down in Flagstaff, AZ. Bones the dog turns out to be a Zanna sent by Sully to watch over him.
“Dropout”- Dean officially gives up civilian life for hunting, and although he knows it's what dad’s been hinting at for years- when all is said and done John still seems as disappointed in him as ever.
“Road Trip”- At 19 Dean’s more depressed than ever and it's leading to increased recklessness on the job. John notices and sends him on a “Five states in five days” road trip hoping he’ll sow some oats and figure himself out. Lisa Braedon seems to be going through something hard herself. In addition to all the sex turns they have, Lisa turns out to be the kind of person Dean could actually fall in love with. Now if only he were allowed to do such things.
Visitations of the Heart - *REWRITE* Published 04/12/19
Originally I wrote this based on a personal experience and while I have no regrets IRL, Cas and Dean deserve better.
I want to change Cas’s reasoning for kicking Dean out from ultimatum to an attempt at setting healthy boundaries for himself - which I feel is even more valid than original content.
I want to explore more background into Dean’s issues with alcohol and Cas. How he unintentionally used alcohol to cope with stress/ fell back into once normalized patterns of addiction.
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