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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Bloodlust

Masterlist

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean asked Sam and I as we roared down the road in the newly fixed up Impala. "You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let Sam and me know, Dean." I teased as I lean forward on the backseat and Sam laughs.

"Oh, don't listen to her, baby. She doesn't understand us." Dean said and I rolled my eyes but I laugh. "You're in a good mood." Sam pointed out.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked. "No reason." Sam said. "Got my car, got a case, things are looking up." Dean said. "Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine." I said and Dean laughs at this.

"How far to Red Lodge?" He asked. "Uh, about another three hundred miles." Sam said. "Good." Dean said and he floors it.

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." The sheriff of Red Lodge said to me and the boys, since the three of us were acting like reporters. "Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam asked and the Sheriff nodded.

"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan..." I said. "That was two days ago. Is there --" The sheriff said but then there was a knock at his door and he looks up at her and nods.

"Oh. Sorry, time's up, we're done here." He said. "One last question --" Sam started to say until Dean talks over him. "Yeah, what about the cattle?" He asked and the Sheriff looks at us, shocked. "Excuse me?"

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained ... over a dozen cases." Dean said to him. "What about them?" The sheriff asked.

"So you don't think there's a connection?" I asked him. "Connection...with...?" The sheriff said, confused. "First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff." Sam said. "You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean said and the man begins to laugh but realized our serious faces.

"You - you're not kidding." He said, stunned. "No." I said. "Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?" He said to us. "How?" Sam asked. "Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?" The sheriff said and the boys and I exchange a look.

"World Weekly News..."

"Weekly World News."

"World -"

"Weekly... I'm new." Dean said to him as we give nervous look towards him. "Get out of my office." The sheriff growls at us.

The boys and I enter the morgue, still wearing our shirts and ties with some white lab coats over us. The intern on duty was sitting at the desk and Dean looks him over before he approaches the man. "John." He said and the man stands up, quickly. "Jeff." The man corrected. "Jeff. I know that." Dean laughs.

"Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away." Dean said to Jeff. "But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation." Jeff said, confused. "Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would..." Dean said before he whistles and Jeff runs away.

"Okay." He mutters and we go towards the lockers where they keep the bodies. "Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked us. "Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead." Sam replied. "Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida." Dean mutters as he hands Sam and I a couple pair of latex gloves and puts on a pair of his own.

Sam opens a compartment and wheels out a corpse; there's a box between its legs. "All right, open it." Dean said to Sam. "You open it." Sam said and Dean rolls his eyes. "Wuss." Dean grumbles and he carries the box over to another table and flips off the lid, grimacing. Sam and I approach it, this made both of us cringe as we look at the head.

"Well, no pentagram." I said once I look over the body. "Wow. Poor girl." Sam mutters, sadly. "Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs." Dean said. "Yeah, here, go ahead." Sam said as he pushes the box to Dean. "No, you go ahead." Dean said and I roll my eyes.

"What?" Sam said, confused. "Put the lotion in the basket." Dean mimics, quoting the Silence of the Lambs. "Oh, for God's sake." I said and I take the box then glare at Dean. "And Sam's the wuss?" I said then I start poking my fingers into the mouth.

But then I furrow my brow as I noticed a hole in the gums. "What is that, a hole?" I said and Dean leans in a bit then presses on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descends. "It's a tooth." Sam said, shocked.

"Sam, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs." I said as I look at the boys. "You gotta be kidding me." Dean said, exasperated. "Well, this changes things." Sam said. "Ya think?" Dean said, sarcastically.

We pull up near a local bar then we enter the building and go towards the bar. I look around the bar and noticed an African American man sitting at a table, staring at me and the boys. I nod at him as we go up to the bar and look to the bartender.

"How's it going?" Dean asked the bartender. "Living the dream. What can I get for you?" The bartender asked us. "Three beers, please." Dean said and the guy nods and hands hs our beers.

"So, we're looking for some people." Sam said to him. "Sure. Hard to be lonely." The bartender said. "Yeah. But um, that's not what he meant." I said and I pull out a $50 bill, fingering it, and drop it on the bar. The bartender looks at it, then takes it. "Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..." I said. "Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." Dean adds.

"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice." The bartender replied. "Thanks." Dean said and we leave our half-finished beers on the table and leave.

We head outside then go down an alley, then we hid just as we see that African American man following us. He comes up to the alley and looks around for us. We go over to him and pin him up to the wall, Dean had a knife at his throat.

"Smile." Dean demanded and the man looks at us, confused. "What?" He asked. "Show us those pearly whites." I said. "Oh, for the love of --you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." The man said to Dean and I frown. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there." The man said.

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked him. "How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch." The man said to Dean, who cocks his head. The man starts to pull away but Sam pins him harder.

"Whoa. Easy there, Chachi." The man said and he slowly brings his right hand to his lip, pulls it back, revealing normal gums. "See? Fangless. Happy?" He asked us and Dean lets up. "Now. Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. (Y/n) (l/n). I can't believe it. You know I met both of your fathers once? Hell of a couple of guys. Great hunters. I heard they passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot --" Gordon said. "You seem to know a lot about our family." I said, curiously.

"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk." Gordon said. "No, we don't, actually." Dean said and I shrug. "Kinda sorta." I said. "I guess there's a lot your dads never told you, huh?" Gordon said and I roll my eyes at him.

"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asked him. "Yep. Been here two weeks." Gordon replied. "Did you check out that Barker farm?" asked Dean. "It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone." Gordon replied.

"Where's the nest, then?" I asked him. I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you three. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it." Gordon assured us.

"We could help." Dean chimed. "Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy." Gordon said. "Come on, man, I"ve been itching for a hunt." Dean said, desperately. "Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon said and he gets into his car. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." He said and he starts his car and drives off.

We followed Gordon to a mill and see him enter the building. We get out of the Impala and run after him. At one point, we heard the sound of an electric saw and we run faster. There we see the vampire had Gordon pinned down and was bringing the saw down towards him.

Sam and I pull Gordon to safety while Dean attacks the vampire. He pins the vampire under the electric saw, lowers the saw and decapitate the vampire. Sam, Gordon and I stare at this in shock as Dean turns to us, blood splattered over his face.

"So uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink." Gordon said while I give a worried look towards Dean.

Later that night, we were sitting around a table in the bar and a waitress brings us another round. Dean reaches for his wallet l but Gordon holds up his hand. "No, no, I got it." He said. "Come on." Dean said to him. "I insist." Gordon said then he turns to the waitress. "Thank you, sweetie." He said to her and hands the money to her.

She walks away and Gordon raises his shot glass. "Another one bites the dust." He said. "That's right." Dean said and both he and Gordon drink a toast but Sam and I just sit back. I can't help but feel that something is off here but I'm not sure what it is.

"Dean." Gordon said before he laughs. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend." He said. "Thank you." Dean said. "That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." Gordon compliments. "Yep." Dean said then he looks over at me and Sam. "(Y/n)? Sammy? You two all right?" He asked. "I'm fine." Sam and I replied, flatly.

"Well, lighten up a little, you two. Just celebrating a little. Job well done." Gordon said. "Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, same here." I replied. "Oh, come one, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job." Gordon said and Dean nods and points at him. "See? That's what I've been trying to tell him." Dean said as he gestures towards Sam. "Sometimes (y/n) gets it. You guys could learn a thing or two from this guy." Dean said as he looks at us.

"Yeah I bet we could." I growled at Dean and Sam sighs. "Look, we're not gonna bring you guys down. (Y/n) and I are just gonna go back to the motel." Sam said as we start to stand up.

"You sure?" Dean asked us. "Yeah." We said and we start to walk away. "Guys? Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you two later, all right?" Dean said and he tosses Sam the keys.

Sam and I return to the motel room and Sam drops the keys on a hook. While he does that, I pull out my phone and start to dial a number. "Harvelle's Roadhouse." Ellen's voice replied as I put the phone on speaker so Sam could here. "Hey, Ellen, (y/n) (l/n) and Sam Winchester. " I said "(y/n), Sam, it's good to hear from you. You three okay, aren't you?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question." I said to her. "Yeah, shoot." She said. "You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?" I asked her. "Yeah, I know Gordon." Ellen said and Sam and I share a look.

"And?" Sam asked. "Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking?" Ellen said, curiously. "Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess." Sam said to him. "Don't do that, guys." Ellen said, quickly, and I look at the phone.

"I - I thought you said he was a good hunter." I said, questioning. "Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you three just let him handle it and you move on." Ellen said.

"Ellen -"

"No, Sam and (y/n)? You -- just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?" She said to us. "Right, okay." We said and we listen to what she had to say about Gordon

After talking with Ellen and getting the information about Gordon, Sam and I head over to the ending marching and start to buy a soda. We start to head back to the room but I pause and look around. "(Y/n)?" Sam asked me and I look around, cautiously. "Could've sworn..." I muttered as I scan the parking lot then turn back to Sam. "Never mind." I said and we head to the room and open the door.

We get inside and lean against the door, relieved. Suddenly someone jumps on Sam from behind. He knocks the attacker down, then the second come but I go and fight the second attacker.

I heard a crash then a thump and I look over to see Sam knocked out on the floor. "Sam!" I called out but the second attacker punches me across the face and knocks me out.

I groan, slightly, as I start to wake up, only to find out that there was a bag over my hand and a gag over my mouth. I nudge to my side and realized someone was next to me, which I figured was Sam. We were also moving so we were captured an taking somewhere and I don't know how long I've been out.

Eventually, the car turns and continues on for a few more minutes before it slows down and stops. I hear a couple of doors open then close before the doors next to me opens and I was dragged out.

Moments later, I was bound to a chair then the bag was pulled off. I blink and look to my right to see Sam next to me, also tied up to the chair. He looks at me and I give him a look of relief then I turn my head and my eyes widen as I see the bartender, from earlier, standing before us.

He shows a lot of fangs and advances on us, and we began to struggle. As the vampire advances on us, a woman appears in the doorway. "Wait! Step back, Eli." She orders. Eli pulls back, his fangs retracting. The woman walks over and pulls off mine and Sam's gag.

"My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you two. We just need to talk." She said. "Talk? Yeah, okay, but we might have a tough time paying attention too much besides Eli's teeth." Sam spat as he and I look over at Eli. "He won't hurt you either. You have my word." Lenore said.

"Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks." I said with a sarcastic laugh. "Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire we've met." I said to her. "We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time." Lenore informed us and I scoff at this.

"What is this, some kind of joke?" Sam asked. "Notice you and your friend are still alive." She pointed out. "Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?" I asked her. "We've found other ways. Cattle blood." She said and I raise an eyebrow at this.

"You're telling us you're responsible for all the --"

"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But -- it allows us to get by." Lenore said, talling over Sam. "Okay, uh, why?" Sam asked her. "Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined." Lenore said.

"Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers?" Eli asked her, annoyed. "Eli!" Lenore exclaims, firmly. "We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated." Eli growled. "Eli, that's enough." Lenore said to him. "Yeah, Eli, that's enough." I repeated and Eli glares at me. "What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight." Lenore said.

"Then why did you bring us here? Why are you even talking to us?" I asked her. "Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us." She said. "So you're asking us not to follow you." Sam said to her. "We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." Lenore said.

"Right, so you keep saying, but give us one good reason why we should believe you." I said to her. "Fine." She said then she gets in my face. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you two go." She said and I give her a started look. Then she stands up and turns to Eli. "Take them back. Not a mark on either of them." She said then the put the bags back over our heads.

We were then lead out of the building and pushed us into the car. Once inside, I hear the door closing then the car starting and we start to move.

About half an hour or an hour later, the vampires dropped us back off at the hotel. They removed mine and Sam's bag off of our head and untied us. Eli stares at us for a moment then he gets back in his car and they take off.

Sam and I exchange a look, a silent conversation between us, before we head back towards the hotel room. Sam opens the door and I enter and see Dean and Gordon in the living room area.

They turn to look at me just as Sam comes in and closes the door. "Where you two been?" Dean asked us. I look over at Gordon, who gave me a suspicious look. "Can we talk to you alone, Dean?" I said and we stare at each other for a moment before he turns to Gordon. "You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?" he asked and Gordon nods.

We exit the motel room and walk into the parking lot as Sam said. "Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt." Dean looks at him like he's crazy. "What are you talking about? Where were you and (y/n)?" Dean asked. "In the nest." I said and Dean's eyes widen a bit.

"You guys found it?" He asked us, shocked. "They found us, man." Sam said to him. "How'd you two get out? How many'd you guys kill?" Dean asked us. "None." I replied. "Well (y/n), they didn't just let you and Sam go." Dean said, disbelief.

"That's exactly what they did." Sam said. "All right, well, where is it?" Dean asked. "We were blindfolded, we don't know." I said, shrugging. "Well, you guys have got to know something." Dean said, exasperated.

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them." Sam said to him. "Why not?" Dean asked. "We don't think they're like other vampires. We don't think they're killing people." I said and Dean scoffs at this. "You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are." He said, confused. "The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood." Sam said.

"And you believed them?" Dean asked and I held my arms out to them. "Look at us, Dean. They let Sam and I go without a scratch." I said. "Wait, so you're saying..." Dean said then he looks between us then shakes his head. "No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you two go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em." He said.

"Why?" Sam asked. "What part of vampires don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job." Dean said, firmly. "No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!" I shout at him. "Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same, (y/n). They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them. You know it as well as I do." Dean said to me.

"No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time." I said. "Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, he knows." Dean said. "Gordon?" Sam and I said, questioning. "Yes." Dean said.

"You're taking his word for it?" Sam asked. "That's right." Dean said. "Ellen says he's bad news." Sam said and Dean looks between us. "You guys called Ellen?" He asked and we nod at him. "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, guys, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon." Dean said and he starts to turn around. "Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend." Sam grumbles and Dean turns back to us.

"You don't think I can see what this is?" I said and Dean looks at me, his eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" He asked me. "He's a substitute for John, isn't he? A poor one." I said and he glares at me. "Shut up, (y/n)." He growls while I could see out of the corner of my eye, Sam giving me a nervous look. "He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day." I sneered.

"You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this." Dean said. "You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. John's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory." I said and Dean glares at me. "Okay." Dean mutters and he turns away then I noticed his fist clenching but he seemed to be thinking things over.

"You know what, Dean, if you want...you can hit me. I can take it, I'm a big girl. Hell, you can hit Sam if you don't want to hit me. It won't change anything." I said, firmly, then he looks over his shoulder at me before he turns to face me. "I'm going to that nest. You and Sam don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself." He said and he starts to walk away.

"Dean?" Sam calls out and we go after him towards the hotel.

We return to the motel room, only to see that Gordon is gone. "Gordon?" Dean called out but no answer. "You think he went after them?" Sam asked. "Probably." Dean said. "Dean, we have to stop him." I said. "Really, (y/n)? Because I say we lend a hand." Dean said. "Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe us that." Sam said.

"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys." Dean said to him and Sam points to the table where he'd set them earlier. But they were gone. "He snaked the keys." Sam said and Dean sighs.

"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." Dean grumbles as he hotwires the car then it starts up. "So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?" Dean asked Sam. "The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm." Sam replied.

"How do you know?" I asked Sam. "I counted." He replied and I give a small smirk at this. He then starts tracing a path on the map in his lap. "They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge." Sam said and Dean looks up at him.

"You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good." Dean said then he looks up at me through his rearview mirror. "Same goes to you, princess." He said and I roll my eyes. "Jackass." I grumbled. "Weirdo." He remarks back and I stare back at him through the mirror and give a slight smirk before we take off.

We finally come up to the house and burst through the door. Inside, we see Lenore tied up to a chair, she was covered in cuts and she was pale and sickly looking. Gordon was standing next to her, holding up a blade, covered up with Dead Man's blood I presume.

He had just sliced the blade across her chest just as we come in and he looks up at us. "Sam, Dean, (y/n). Come on in." Gordon greeted.

"Hey, Gordon. What's going on?" Dean asked as he stares at the scene before him. "Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you?" Gordon said as he looks at Lenore, who looked beyond terrified. Then Gordon looks up at Dean. "Wanna help?" He asked.

"Look, man --" Dean started to say but Gordon talks over him. "Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers." He said and he drags the knife across her arm; veins trace away from the cut and this started to make my blood boil.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean said to him. "I'm completely chill." Gordon said, calmly. "Gordon, put the knife down." Sam ordered and he steps towards Gordon, but Dean stops him with a hand on his chest. "Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill." Gordon said.

"Just step away from her, all right?" I said as I take a step forward. "(Y/n)." Dean said to me, warningly, but Gordon stares at me a bit. "You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." He said and he pulls out a larger knife. "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane." He said.

Then he turns towards Lenore but Sam and I step up to block him. "Gordon, we're letting her go." Sam said, firmly. Then Gordon points the knife at Sam's chest, stopping him. "You two are not doing a damn thing." Gordon growls as I glare at him.

"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean said, trying to calm the situation down. "What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray." Gordon said to him. "Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel." Dean said to him.

"Do you?" Gordon asked. "That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one..." Dean started to say then Gordon laughs. "Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself." He said and we stand there in shocked silence.

"You did what?" Dean said, obviously shocked at this revelation. "It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you." He said and I gasped. "So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care." I shouted at him, angrily.

"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Gordon said then he grabs my arm, slices the knife across it which made me let out a pained groan, then lays the knife against my throat, dragging me towards Lenore.

Dean pulls his gun just as Sam starts to do the same. "Let her go. Now!" Dean growls. "Relax. If I wanted to kill her, she'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point." Gordon said and he holds the cut on my arm over Lenore, so the blood drips on her face. She hisses and her fangs began to extend.

"Hey!" Sam and Dean exclaim and Gordon turns to them. "You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty." He said but then Lenore starts to control herself, retracting her fangs, and turns her face away. "No. No." She whispers, breathless, and I look over at Gordon. "You hear her, Gordon?" I said either a floating smile.

"No! No!" Lenore shout then I push the knife away from my throat, and push Gordon away then Sam comes up to me and pushes me behind him and Dean as they advance on Gordon. "We're done here." Sam said.

"Sam, get her out of here." Dean orders. "Yeah." Sam said and he puts away his gun then he picks Lenore up in his arms. Gordon takes a step towards him, but Dean still has the gun trained on him. "Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" Dean said, warningly, to Gordon just as Sam takes Lenore out.

"Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about." Dean said as he starts to walk towards Gordon. "Get out of my way." Gordon threatened him. "Sorry." Dean said as I go to pull my gun out. "You're not serious." Gordon said, exasperated. "I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me." Dean said and I step forward with my gun raised. "And me." I said.

Gordon nods then he looks at his knife, then jams it into the table. "Fine." He said and Dean and I look at the knife then Dean looks at his gun. He pulls the clip out of the gun and sets it aside but I just lower my gun. But then Gordon knocks the gun out of my hand then punched me across the face.

"(Y/n)!" I hear Dean yells as I fall to the ground. I shake my head and look over to see Gordon and Dean fighting. "What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here." Gordon said as I run my hand over my nose. "I don't think so, you sadistic bastard." Dean said then Gordon throws Dean across the room.

"You're not like your brother or your girl there. You're a killer. Like me." Gordon said as I get up and run towards him and jump on his back. I wrapped a arm around his neck, he grabs my arm then walks backward and slammed me against the wall. I yelped in pain as he grabs the back of my collar, throws me over him and I flip over and land on my back, knocking the wind out of me.

Then Dean goes over to Gordon and kicks him down. Then he hauls him up against the wall, and elbows him in the face, knocking him out. Pinning him under his elbow, he slams Gordon's head into another wall. "Oh, sorry." Dean mutters as I start to get up. "(Y/n), you okay?" Dean asked me as he comes over to me.

"Yeah...my back might be sore in the morning but....I'll live." I said as I get up but Dean helps me up. Once I get to my feet, I look up at Dean and the two of us stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds then I look down. "Thanks." I said and he nods at me before we look over at Gordon's unconscious body.

Later, as the sun was rising, we had set Gordon in a chair and we tied him up while he woke up. "You know, I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now." Dean said to Gordon, who glared at the two of us.

Sam returns and sees the scene before him while Dean was pacing. Gordon and Dean watch each other and Sam looks over at me. "Did I miss anything?" He asked me. "Nah, not much." I said then Dean looks over at Sam. "Lenore get out okay?" He asked. "Yeah. All of 'em did." Sam said as he glares at Gordon.

"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" Dean asked him and Gordon looks at him. "All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you." Dean said then he jams Gordon's knife into a table behind him.

"Ready to go, Dean?" I asked him. "Not yet. I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real." Dean said then he hits Gordon, knocking him in his chair to the floor. Sam clears his throat. "Okay. I'm good now. We can go." Dean said and we walk out of the building.

As we exit the farmhouse, the three of us wince at pur recent injuries - Sam's left arm is wrapped in a bandage. Dean stops, setting himself on his feet like a boxer. "Guys? Clock me one." Dean said and we turn to him. "What?" We asked.

"Come on. I won't even hit either of you back. Let's go." Dean said as he gestures to his face. "No." Sam said and I shake my head. "Let's go, you guys get a freebie. Hit me, come on." Dean said and I shake my head. "You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck." I said and Sam nods in agreement. "Same here." He said and Dean sighs.

"I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up." He said, sadly. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives." Dean said. "Okay." Sam said.

"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us..." Dean said. "Dean, after what happened to Mary, John did the best he could." I said to him. "I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it." Dean said.

"You didn't kill Lenore." Sam said to him. "No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all." Dean said. "Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters." I said to him. "Yeah. Well, 'cause you and Sam are pains in my ass." Dean said and Sam and I smile. "Guess we might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then." Sam said and I nod.

"Thanks." Dean said to us. "Don't mention it." Sam and I said and Sam gets in the passenger's side and I get into the backseat. Dean stood outside for a moment then he climbs in the car, starts it and we drive away.

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we could be more | dean winchester | 3

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

BLOODLUST

NOW PLAYING: REVENGE - TANFEELZ

I walked down the stairs, and when he saw me, Dean choked on his morning coffee while Sam sipped it, amused.

“Morning, boys.” I smiled, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring one of my own, adding creamer.

“Morning.” Sam smirked.

“Is that what you’re wearing on the case?” Dean asked, putting his hand over his chest. I looked down at my outfit, wondering if I should start teasing him or not. I was wearing a black cropped tank top, high-waisted slim jeans and was wearing a baseball cap.

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “What, can’t call me Beanie now?”

“I still will and you know it.”

“Course you will, but what about my outfit is distracting, Dean?”

“Yeah, Dean?” Sam chuckled.

“Nothing.” He coughed. “Let’s just get in the Impala as quickly as we can. I can’t wait to drive her again.”

We were now in the Impala, driving to Red Lodge cause we’d gotten another case. Dean was happily singing along to the music, while Sam and I watched him, amused.

“Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?” He whooped, grooving along to the music.

”If you two ever wanna get a room, let Sam and I know.” I quipped, making Sam laugh.

”Oh, don't listen to them, baby. They don’t understand us.” He cooed.

”You’re in a good mood.” Sam smirked.

”Why shouldn't I be?”

“No reason.”

”Got my car, got my case, things are looking up…”

”Wow, Dean, give you a couple of severed heads and mutilated cows and you’re Mr Sunshine.” I chuckled, making Sam cackle, and Dean laughed too, to my surprise.

”How far to Red Lodge?” He asked.

”300 miles.” Sam replied.

Dean’s eyes glanced back to where my bandage used to be, thinking. ”Beanie, are you good for me to-“

”Dean, I’m not fragile, just floor it.” I rolled my eyes, and he pressed the pedal to the metal, speeding up.

We walked up to the sheriff in his office, who admittedly had an impressive moustache.

“Hello sir, we’re with World Weekly News.” I introduced. “My name’s Lily Carter, and these are my partners Fred Logan,” I pointed at Sam, “and Jensen Barnes.” I gestured to Dean. “Is it alright if we ask a few questions?” I asked, and Dean and Sam looked at me in masked surprise, wondering how I lied so naturally.

“The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time.” He replied coldly.

“Sure, sure, we understand that,” Sam nodded, “but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?”

“Mhmm.”

“And the other, a, uh, Christina Flanagan.”

“That was two days ago. Is there-“ A lady knocked at the door, pointing at her watch. The sheriff turned back to us, frowning. “Alright, you three, time’s up.”

“One last question-“

“Yeah, what about the cattle?” Dean interrupted, stopping the sheriff.

“Excuse me?” He asked, eye twitching.

“You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases.”

“What about them?”

“Is there no connection at all, Sherriff?” I persisted, writing down my notes in a notebook.

“Connection… with..?”

”First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff.” Sam insinuated casually.

“Satanic ritual stuff.” Dean added.

“You’re not kidding…” The sheriff trailed off.

”No.”

”Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?”

“How?” I asked.

“Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?”

“Weekly World News.” Dean said confidently.

“World Weekly News.” Sam corrected.

“Weekly World-“

”World Weekly-“

”Weekly-“

”World-“

“World Weekly News.” I finished, closing my notebook. “They’re new. We’ll be leaving you to it, officer.” I walked out, prompting the two to follow after.

“How are you so good at lying?” Sam asked.

“You get good once you become a freak of nature.” I replied. “Hide your name or people will be after your blood and secrets.”

“What next?” Dean asked.

“Examine the bodies. I’ve got a couple of doctor’s coats in the car.”

“You touched my baby without telling me?”

“I cleaned the fingerprints off, Dean, you’re fine.”

We walked over to the front desk of the morgue wearing our doctor’s coats. There was an intern at the desk, and when we walked up to the desk, Dean took a look at the tag, which read ‘J. Manners’.

“John.” Dean guessed.

“Jeff.” Jeff grimaced.

“Jeff.” He repeated. “I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away.”

“But Dr Dworkin’s on vacation.”

“But he’s back and he’s screaming for you right now, so if I were you, I would…” Dean whistled, and Jeff ran away.

“Real smooth, Dean.” I sighed, taking a lock-picking tool and opening the door, letting us into the room with the heads.

“Yeah, I know. Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?“

“Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead.” Sam confirmed.

“Yeah. So much f'd up stuff happens in Florida.” We got three pairs of latex gloves and put them on, wheeling out a tray of a corpse with a box between it’s legs. “All right, open it.”

“No, you open it.”

“No, you-“

”You-“

“Both of you are wusses.” I rolled my eyes, carrying the box to a table and opening it. They both approached, wincing at the sight of the decapitated girl’s head. “So, decapitated head, which is nasty, but the forehead is clean.”

“Wow. Poor girl.” Sam tutted.

“Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat.” Dean suggested. “You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs.”

“Yeah, here, go ahead.”

“No, you go ahead.”

“You thought of it.”

“‘Put the lotion in the basket.’” Not a quote from Silence of the Lambs.

“Again, you’re wusses.” I searched in the mouth, checking the teeth and airways.

”Beanie, do you need me to catch you if you-“

”I’m not going to faint, Dean, but you might.”

“Just checking.”

”Dean, get me a bucket.” Sam asked from behind me.

“Did she find something?”

“No, I’m gonna puke.”

“Hey, guys.” I beckoned them over and lifted up the lip again, and both of them retched. “Oh, grow up. Look at the gum. This hole here?” I pressed a hole in the gum, and two pointed teeth sprang out.

“It's a tooth.”

“Sam, that’s a fang.” Dean corrected. “Retractable set of vampire fangs. You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Well, that changes things.” Sam grinned.

“Ya think?”

We entered a bar, where there was a man smoking at the counter. We were moving to sit down when Dean pulled out my chair for me and tucked it in when I moved to sat down. Sam and I gave him a weird look, but let it go.

“How's it going?” Dean nodded, sitting down.

“Living the dream.” The bartender replied coolly. “What can I get for you?”

“Three beers, please.”

“So, we're looking for some people.” Sam started nervously.

“Sure. Hard to be lonely.”

“Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant.” He dropped a 50 dollar bill on the table, and the bartender took it. “Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink...”

“Sleep all day, party all night, kind of thing.” I added.

“Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice.” The bartender informed, cleaning a glass.

“Right, thanks.” We got up, leaving our half-finished beers on the table. The man who was at the bar was gone, but his cigarette was left. We walked out, and I took my gun out of my pocket, holding it inconspicuously.

“Do you also see the guy behind us?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, we do.” Dean hissed. “Let’s lose him then question him.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I whispered, and we quickly went to the right, and heard the footsteps behind us stop.

“Beanie, stay back, cause if this guy’s a vamp, he’s dangerous.”

“The hell I will. Why are you being so protective?”

“He’s here.” Sam muttered.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Dean grumbled before he sprang out, taking out a knife and throwing the guy against a wall, holding the blade to his neck. “Smile.”

“What?”

“Show us those pearly whites.”

“Oh, for the love of -- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.” He looked at Sam’s stunned face and nodded the best he could. “Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there.”

“What do you know about vampires?” Sam interrogated.

“How to kill ‘em. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch.“ He started to pull away, but Sam reached in and pinned him harder to the wall. “Easy there, Chachi. We’re trying to keep me conscious here, aren’t we-“ I pulled Dean’s hand away from the guy’s neck and hook punched him, making him groan.

“You’re not in charge here, we are.” I growled, cocking my gun and holding it up. “So you better give us something before you find this at your temple.”

“Alright, alright!” He pulled up his lip, showing us his gum. “No fangs, happy? Gorgeous form, by the way.” Sam let him go, all of us relaxing.

“Damn, Ivy.” Sam breathed.

“Damn it is.” Dean chuckled.

“I like her.” The man chuckled, gesturing to me. “She one o’ your girlfriends, or somethin’?”

“They’d be honoured if I was.” I smirked.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Ivonne Rainer.”

He looked surprised, raising his eyebrows. “Rainer? You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?”

“Mick Rainer?” Dean repeated.

“Yeah, I’m his daughter.” I breathed. “What of it?”

“I’ll be damned.” He grinned. “I’m Gordon. Come with me.” We started walking to the car park. “And you boys?”

“Sam Winchester.” Sam introduced. “And, uh, my brother Dean.”

“I’ll be damned again. John Winchester’s boys? It’s like I’ve hit a jackpot.” We reached his car, and he opened it, revealing an arsenal of weapons. “Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot. Then there’s Michael Rainer.” He turned to me, whistling. “I ain’t ever met a man who can wrangle a spirit, demon, ‘geist, you name it- faster than he can. Shame he passed away as well.”

“Your dad’s dead?” Sam asked me, looking concerned.

“Again, story for another time.” I groaned, folding my arms.

“You seem to know a lot about our families.” Dean frowned.

“Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk.”

“I don’t think they do.” I scoffed.

“There’s a lot your dads didn’t tell you, then.”

“So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” Sam asked.

“Yep, been here two weeks.” I looked at his arsenal until I saw the hook, which had bloodstains on it. They were fresh. I looked back at Gordon, biting my lip.

“You ok?” Dean whispered in my ear. “Anything hurting?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I snapped back.

“Just checkin’, Beanie.” He turned back to Gordon. “Did you check out that Barker farm?”

“It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.” Gordon shook his head.

“Where's the nest, then?”

“I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.”

“We can help.”

”Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.”

“Come on, man, I’ve been itching for a hunt.”

“Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” Gordon got in his car, looking out. “It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.” He drove off, leaving us to stew in the events. I slipped the keys to the Impala from Dean’s pocket, storming over to the car.

“Bea- Ivonne!” Dean called, walking behind me. “What the hell?!”

Sam’s footsteps joined Dean’s. ”Dean, let me handle this-“

“No!”

I got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door. Dean and Sam got in, Dean in the seat beside me. I groaned in frustration, thankful that I didn’t have my powers. “Stupid Gordon revealing stupid everything-“

”Revealing what- Ivonne, talk to me! What the hell’s going on-“

”Dean!” Sam silenced Dean, leaning forward. “Can we talk about this once we’ve actually gotten a place to stay? Cause I personally don’t wanna die in a car crash and the last thing I hear is you two yelling it out!”

Dean sat back in his seat, groaning. “Fine.”

I didn’t say anything, I just started driving.

When we got a motel, the first thing Dean did was round on me.

“Is that the person who died, Ivonne?” He interrogated. “Cause you seem a whole lot angrier since Gordon mentioned Mick Rainer’s death.”

”What happened to my dad is none of your business-“

“A lot of things about you is none of our business!” Dean burst out. “Hell, the most I know about you is your name and what kind of coffee you like! You said your dad wasn’t around a lot and now both Sam and I know why, but you’re not telling us anything!”

“What about you, Dean, huh?” I countered, stepping forward and sizing him up. I was shorter, but oh well. “You’re not tellin’ me a lotta things either. You’re acting like I’m gonna collapse and die any minute, asking me if I’m doin’ ok, pullin’ out my chair, so what’s the deal about that, eh?” Dean seemed at a loss for words.

“We get that the subject is sensitive, but our dad died too.” Sam calmly explained. “We’d know how you feel.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“It’s hard to believe, but we do, and we want to help. We’re here to protect you. Tell us what happened.”

I stayed silent.

“Then we’ll wait.” Sam assured, then hugged me. Dean stood there awkwardly, looking guilty. But not for this, I don’t think. When we stepped back, Sam smiled. “I’m gonna go get us some dinner.” He left, and Dean went into the bathroom. I opened my satchel, taking out some spare pyjamas and changing into them, laying joggers out for the boys. I changed into shorts, but the moment I pulled my top over my head, Dean walked in. He looked me up and down for a moment, at a loss for words again.

“Damn.” He coughed, then seemed to realise. “Not damn, bad Dean-”

”You’re good.” I smiled briefly, pulling my pyjama top on. “We’re gonna be in this kind of situation a lot. I, uh, packed some joggers for you.”

”Thanks.” He picked them up, looked at them, paused, then put them down. “Look, Ivonne, I’m sorry.”

”For what?” I chuckled. “You’re right. You don’t know anything about me.”

”But what happened to your dad is your business. I’m not gonna pry, just tell me when you’re ready.”

”I can work with that.”

“And about the protecting you and all that jazz, it’s cause I blame myself for that knife in you.” I immediately turned to him, folding my arms.

“Hey, no, it wasn’t.”

”It’s just… it was my job to locate that guy and if I’d done it a little faster, your life wouldn’t be on the line.”

”You’d only find me dead with a knife in my jugular.”

”That’s specific.” He joked until he quietened down. “That’s how your dad died.”

”Close.” I smiled.

“And you’re attached to the name Lily Carter too.” He deduced. “She close?”

”They.” I paused, sitting on my bed. “Lily and Carter Rainer. My brother and sister.” Dean sat beside me, clasping his hands. Sam walked back in, and, sensing the situation, pulled up a chair. “I think I should tell you what happened. You guys told me the deal with your mom, so it’s fair play.”

”When you’re ready.” Sam nodded.

“I was meant to be the eldest sibling of five. It was me, then Carter, fifteen, then Quinn, Carter’s twin, then Lily, thirteen, then my mom’s unborn child, just 18 weeks in. I was 19. Quinn had been diagnosed with cancer just before mom got pregnant, and died soon after. It broke everyone, and even the gender reveal of my baby brother didn’t cheer anyone up. It was like we were soulless, and I didn’t talk to anyone for a long time, especially not Carter, who started acting up.” I paused, breathing out shakily.

“You need to cut that attitude, young man.” I growled, facing Carter. “Quinn and dad are both dead, I know-“

”You don’t know!” He shouted.

”The hell I do! I’m trying my hardest to-“

”That’s where you’re wrong, Ivonne, cause you’re not trying at all.” Carter seethed. “Lily was taken out of school cause she kept crying and where are you during the day when I get into a fight?”

”Taking care of our mother.” I frowned. “Y’know, cause she’s pregnant with our brother and dad isn’t even alive to help so that means that I have to step in. Heck, he wasn’t even here in the first place. Just… go to your room!” I pointed to his room, and he stalked off, giving me a nasty look.

“Take your time.” Dean murmured.

”Nah, I need to… I need to get this out.” I gulped, trying to stop my voice from breaking. “If I don’t, I’ll explode. One day, we get the news that dad was found dead, but his heart was carved out of his body, almost so perfectly it was surgical. I completely bricked out Carter by then, cause I thought he didn’t need me and I had my own problems. Seems like a dreamwalking demon found his emotions good enough to feed on. In the night, I hear a scream, and then silence.” Tears started to fill my eyes as my voice broke. “I run to investigate and I find Lily dead with a knife stuck right through her jugular.”

I was reading a book, flipping the pages absent-mindedly. I frowned, looking at the introduction of the main character’s younger brother-

“IVY!” I heard Lily scream. “IVY, HE-“

Silence.

“Lily!” I called, leaping out of bed and rushing up the stairs. “LILY!” I burst into her room and almost collapsed, and she was lying in her bed, eyes open and a terrorised face.

But there was a knife stuck straight through her throat.

“Lily!” I cried, running over. “Lily…” I felt tears run down my face as I kissed her forehead, smoothing back her hair. I cradled her, sobbing as I tried to ignore the gaping hole that had appeared in me where Lily once was. “I’m so sorry, Lil. I’m so sorry…”

“God.” Dean breathed.

”Then I hear mom scream, then silence. I go up to her bedroom and there she is, a knife through her jugular and another in her belly, where my unborn brother was. We were going to name him Nathan. He wasn’t even alive yet and he was murdered…” I wiped a tear that went down my face. “Carter was there, smirking as if he did me a favour. Then another knife appeared in his hand, and he was about to do the same to me when he stopped and he…” I let out a loud sob, burying my face into my hands. Sam instantly moved to side hug me, while Dean gripped my hand. “He stabbed the knife… straight through his own throat. He was dead before he hit the ground. He wasn’t even awake in the first place.”

I’d barely finished mourning over Lily when a second scream pierced the house, which was my mom’s.

”PLEASE, SPARE ME! IVY, HELP ME-“

Silence.

I left Lily reluctantly, sprinting up the stairs two at a time to try and get there before the killer left. “MOM!” I kicked down her door, and I screamed at the sight. Blood stained her sheets, and there were two knives in her, one in her jugular and the other in her belly, where my now dead unborn brother is. I looked at the perpetrator and almost screamed.

It was Carter.

He was standing there, eyes glazed but a wicked grin on his face as he held another knife, preparing to throw it at me. However, in the nick of time, I felt my hand close around something. I didn’t even think about how I could use whatever was given to me, I just raised it, my finger pulled something and two loud bangs emitted from it, two holes appearing in my brother’s chest, and just after a black smoke flew up and out of the window. I stared at what was given to me with shaking hands, gasping in horror. It was a gun.

I’d shot my brother.

I ran over to Carter, taking the nape of his neck in my hand as I looked into his eyes. They were still glazed, as if he was sleeping.

He was sleeping.

“A dreawalker got to you, Carter.” I whispered, my quiet sobs turning to racking ones. I checked the gun wounds, which were black and like a crater, almost. The gun was still in my hand as the front door was knocked down, policemen filing in.

”After that, I completely broke down. My family was gone and murdered. So I got out of the police case innocent, fled Jersey and I’ve been moving ever since.”

“That…” Sam paused. “I don’t even know what to say.”

”My mom made my middle name Hazel cause it’s what she originally wanted to name me.” I whispered. “Her death, little Nate’s death, haunts me everyday. Even dad’s. I tried to buffer it by making the excuse that dad wasn’t there for anything and that mom cheated on him when she got the chance to, but it still hurts like hell. I can’t help but think if the dreamwalker will come back to finish the job with me.”

“Daniel Elkins?” I called out, venturing in. An old man turned around, frowning.

“Who’s askin’?” He rumbled, standing up.

”Ivonne Rainer, Michael Rainer’s daughter.”

”You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?”

”That’s right.” He took a look at my face, nodding.

”You look just like him. Got a little bit of Audrey too.”

”I’ve been told.”

“I’m sorry for your losses.”

”Thank you.” I nodded, then held out the gun. “I developed a sorceress’s powers the night I got this gun, my powers gave it to me, but it’s not an ordinary one. I talked to hunters who knew my dad and they pointed me to you.” I gave him the gun, which he examined.

”Your powers are a blessin’, girl.” He said gruffly. “This is called the Colt. Can kill anyone an’ anything and all you have to do is pull the trigger and have good aim.”

“Can you handle it?”

”Course I can. Who d’you shoot with this?”

”My brother, just after a dreamwalker left his body.”

He clapped my shoulder, looking solemn. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”

”Ivonne, I am so sorry.” Dean pulled me into a hug, kissing my head. “I don’t have words either. But what happened isn’t your fault.”

“And we won’t let that dreamwalker hurt you.” Sam assured.

”We’ll kill it before it does.”

I felt kind of grateful for having Dean and Sam with me, but I also felt guilty.

”Do you need one of us to stay with you tonight?” Sam asked softly.

”Most likely.” I smiled awkwardly, then Dean raised his hand.

“I’ll do it. Sammy’s gonna take up the bed, him and his giant DNA.” Dean volunteered, clapping Sam on the shoulder. He turned to me. “Whatcha thinking about?”

”I wanna track this Gordon guy.” I told them. “If he’s hunting vampires, he’s gonna do it tomorrow night and one may kill him. We don’t need another dead hunter.”

“She’s right.” Sam nodded. “We can track him down in the morning.”

”In the meantime, I packed joggers for you guys.” I gestured to the joggers. “I figured that we’d need a change of clothes if we happened to stay the night anywhere.”

“So that’s where that pair went.” Sam chuckled. “Nice one.”

“Now we don’t have to sleep in jeans.” Dean grinned, picking his up.

Dean emerged from the bathroom with just his joggers on, making Sam groan.

“Dean, it’s not you and I anymore.” He sighed.

“You’re acting like I haven’t seen a guy shirtless.” I smirked, making them double take. “Yeah. I have flings too.”

“Is Alex Wilde one of them, Beanie?” Dean smirked.

“No.”

“Well, there’s always time for it.”

“Ivy, are you comfortable with it?” Sam asked.

“Course. I practically raised Carter, so I can handle you both.

“That’s settled, then.” Dean grinned, shoving himself under the blanket. I quickly did my hair into a rope braid, and Dean’s eyes seemed to be… somewhere… on me.

“Dean…?” I raised an eyebrow, turning.

“Yeah, Beanie?”

“What are you staring at?”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam smirked.

”I-I was staring at your necklace.” Dean stammered. “Wasn’t there before.”

“Ellen gave it. It was my mom’s.” I grinned, ruffling his hair. “But it’s cute when you’re flustered.” I got into bed, laying down next to Dean, both of us facing the ceiling. Sam turned off the light and laid down, falling asleep soon after. I heard a shift next to me.

“Beanie?” He muttered.

“Yeah?” I softly replied, turning my head to face his.

“What was Carter like?”

“He was like Sam, really. Smart, loyal, brave. Stubborn as hell. There’s not anything I wouldn’t have done for him. But he became a wreck after Quinn died, and it was so hard to recognise him. I guess that’s why I went so hard on him. I think I was trying to restore him in the worst way possible when I couldn’t deal myself.”

”I get that.” He whispered. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Sammy.”

”I can tell.” I smiled. “Even though you two fight like raccoons sometimes, you protect him. I just wished that I could have had the same thing with Carter.”

“You did what you had to do.” He assured. “Poor kid could’ve suffered worse had he woken up and been arrested for the murder of his family.”

”I suppose.” I shrugged. “Then again, I would’ve put my prints on the knives and said that I did it.” We stayed silent, just staring at the ceiling.

I shivered; it was cold. And, as if he had a radar, Dean sat up on his elbow, looking over. “You’re cold.”

“Excellent spot, Dean.”

“Sammy once said that staying close can preserve body heat.”

“Dean Winchester, are you trying to hit on me?”

“No, no! I do not. It’s that… I’m really warm, and I don’t want you to be cold cause then you’ll be uncomfortable-“

”I get it.” I grinned. “Sure.”

“Alright, uh…” He chuckled. “How are we gonna do this?” I scooted up to him, laying my head in the crook of his neck while my hand rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around me, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my arms.

“You weren’t kidding.” I laughed. “This is like a radiator.”

“And you weren’t kidding about being cold.” He kissed my hair, sighing afterwards. “It’s only been a few, Beanie, and it doesn’t always seem like it, but I care about you. You take care of Sammy when I can’t. Heck, you’ve even saved my life-“

”Don’t say it.” I whispered, looking up. “Cause I know.”

I opened my eyes, yawning softly. Dean’s eyes were shut and Sam was cocooned in his blanket, so I pried myself out of Dean’s arms and quickly changed into a Led Zeppelin band shirt and jeans, pulling a black beanie over my head. Carter’s beanie. I got out a map, sat at the table and started triangulating the two murders and finding out the third location.

”Thanks, dad.” I whispered as I circled the third. I left a note for Sam and Dean, walking out and coincidentally running into Gordon.

“Morning, Ivonne.” He nodded.

“Gordon.” I replied with a small smile. “I thought I was the only early bird today.”

”I like to get a head start.” He grinned, and I felt unsettled a bit.

“Understandable.”

”Hey, uh, the gun you pointed at me, was that your dad’s gun?”

”It was.” I took it out of the inside of my jacket, holding it up.

“Mick Rainer’s gun.” Gordon chuckled. “Stuff of legend among hunters. There’s talk that it dated back farther than the Colt, and every owner, before passing it on, heats the metal and remoulds it, making the pattern-“

”-in the image of the next chosen holder, complete with their name.” I stored the gun back, smirking. “I know that story off by heart, thanks. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get breakfast for the boys.”

”BEANIE-“ Dean rushed out then stopped, still pulling on his shirt. “Oh.”

”Dean, I left a note.” I sighed.

”But I had to check!” He slumped. “Fine. Sam is cranky.”

”We better get that breakfast then.” I grinned. “Nice running into you, Gordon.” We walked off, and Dean turned to me, leaning in.

“Got a beer in your satchel?”

”I have a breath mint.”

”Ouch.”

That night, we were driving up to the farm which I’d said was Gordon’s next hit location. We went over, and there Gordon was, close to getting decapitated. Sam sprang into action, pulling Gordon out, while I punched the vampire, Dean rushing in to deliver another hit while I kicked him. The vampire was shoved against the belt, and Dean reached up, bringing the saw down on his head.

I watched while a vampire got brutally killed. And as he stared down on the body, with blood splattered on his face, Dean didn’t look guilty. Not in the slightest.

He looked like he enjoyed it.

I frowned, looking down as Gordon laughed, looking up. “I guess I owe you that drink.” We headed to the bar, where Gordon paid for the drinks. “I insist. Thank you, sweetie.“ He raised a glass, and Dean did too. “And another one bites the dust.”

”That’s right.” Dean smirked, both of them clinking glasses.

”Dean.” Gordon cackled. “You gave that big fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.”

“Thank you.”

”Beautiful. It was absolutely beautiful.”

”Beautiful?” I cut in. Sam just stayed silent, laid back in his seat.

”You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked.

”Yeah.” Sam nodded.

”Well, lighten up, Sammy!” Gordon encouraged.

”Only Dean and Ivy get to call me that.”

“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.”

”Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess.”

”Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job.”

“See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy.” Dean gestured to Gordon, but I tilted my head. Really? This dude?”

”Yeah, I could.” Sam grimaced, then stood up. “I’m not gonna put a downer on your parade. I’m going back to the motel.”

”I’ll go with him.” I stood up as well, smiling falsely as I walked behind Sam. “You boys enjoy yourselves.”

“Hey, Sam?” Dean called, making Sam and I turn around. “Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later.” He threw the keys to Sam, who caught them. We walked out in silence, until Sam looked up.

Sam coughed. “Is it just me, or-“

“Is Dean being a douche?” I smirked. “Yeah. Big time.”

“This Gordon guy seems really off.”

“He does.” I nodded. “So I’ve got a way to find out who this guy is.”

We hung the keys in our room, and I dialled a number, putting it on speaker.

‘Harvelle's Roadhouse.’

“Ellen?” I grinned. “It’s Ivvy. Sam’s with me, and you’re on speaker.”

‘Ivvy, Sam! So good to hear from you.’

“Same here, Ellen.” Sam laughed.

‘You three are ok, aren’t you?’

“Yeah, we just had something to run by you.” I looked at Sam, patting him on the shoulder.

‘Yeah, shoot.’

“Has a guy called Gordon Walker ever stopped by your bar?” Sam asked.

‘Yeah, I know Gordon.’

“And?”

‘Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie?’

“We ran into him on a job and we’ll, we’re kind of working with him-“

‘Don’t do that, Sam.’ She warned.

“I thought you said he was a good hunter.” I frowned.

‘Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you boys just let him handle it and you move on.’

Sam looked concerned, so he spoke up. “But Ellen-“

‘No, Sam- you just… listen to what I’m telling you, ok?’

”Alright, Ellen.” I nodded then said bye and cut the call. “Do we trust her information?”

“Rather her than Gordon.” Sam shrugged. “Besides, he sounded spooked.”

“We need to warn Dean.” I sighed. “Before it’s too late and he’s a copy of Gordon.” We went out, Sam putting coins in a machine and taking out two Cokes. He gave one to me, and I cracked it open and drank some out of it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, but I ignored it.

“Do you need my to get some food from the other one?” I asked.

“Two packets of crisps, maybe.” He nodded so I went to the other one-

Oh, god.

Noises of fighting rang out behind me, in which Sam was knocked out by two people, one holding a telephone that was used to knock him out. I pulled out my gun, aiming it at the woman who was holding it,

“Bad move.” I growled. “You never attack someone when their back is turned.” One of them bared their fangs at me, but the woman stopped him. “Take one step, I dare you.”

“She’s holding Michael Rainer’s gun.” The woman whispered to her companion. “She’s his daughter.”

“What of it?” I frowned.

“Can we trust her?” The man asked her.

“We can try.” She whispered, then spoke up. “My name’s Lenore. I knew your father.”

“Many people did.” I scoffed. “You’re just another Joe and Jane.”

“He helped us.” She smiled. “And you can too. We need your help, Ivonne. He told us you could, if you ever found us.”

I lowered my gun a little, then stiffened up. “How can I trust you?”

“‘One bullet can make one family and break another as well, so be careful where you use it.’.” She cited. “He told us a lot about you. About the scar cutting across your eyebrow and where you got it from, which was your first hunt.” She gestured to her own eyebrow, and I started to get the thought that she wasn’t lying. “How you stole his old leather jacket and love wearing beanies. How he would’ve given anything to see you more. We need your help, so please, don’t shoot.”

I took a deep breath before lowering my gun. “Fine. But I go anywhere Sam goes.”

“Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone where the nest is.” She begged, and I nodded.

I was waiting for Sam to wake up, when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

“Ivy?” I turned, seeing a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes who was making his way up to me. I laughed, standing up.

“Will?” I hugged him, grinning. “No way!”

“It’s so good to see you.” We stepped back, a goofy grin on his face. “I thought you wouldn’t wanna talk to me after we broke up.”

“It’s not the principle that you were a vampire.” I sighed. “It was the principle that I move around a lot for my work.”

He stared at me for a moment, a charged air in between us. “You like your work a lot, huh?”

“I’ve minimised vampire killings.” I smiled. “Only the evil ones.”

“That’s good.” He nodded. “I’m glad Lenore listened to my pitch.”

“I’m really proud of you, Will.” I paused, “Even if animal blood is the broccoli of your world.”

“I just wanted to protect you.”

“And I owe you my life for that. Honestly, I thought you’d have gotten over me by now.”

“You’ve probably heard this a million times, Ivy, but you’re impossible to get over.” He looked down, rumpling his hair with his hand. “I was just beginning to come to terms with our breakup and… now you’re here.”

“Should I be happy or sad about that?” I chuckled.

“I’d rather you be happy.”

“Will.” Eli came in, rounding the corner. “We need the girl.”

“I’m coming.” I walked with Eli, and the moment Sam saw me, he started struggling.

“Did you turn her?!” He growled, trying to break free.

“I’m ok, Sammy.” I assured, kneeling down in front of him. “These guys are clean, trust me. They do drink animal blood.”

“We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated.” Eli hissed.

“That’s enough, Eli.” Lenore warned.

”Yeah, Eli, that’s enough.” Sam teased.

“What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight.”

“Then why bring us here?” I asked.

“Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us.”

“So you’re asking us not to follow you.” Sam realised.

“We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone.”

“Give me one reason why I should believe you.”

“You know what I’m gonna do?” She got closer. “I’m gonna let you go.” She turned to Will, gesturing to us both. “Take them back. Not a mark on either of them.”

“We need to stop Dean.” Sam whispered.

“Yeah, we do.” I nodded.

We got back, and I leaned in the window to the driver’s seat. “Thanks, Will.”

“It’s nothing.” He smiled, leaning closer.

“Trust me, I owe you a lot for what you’ve done.” I grinned, tilting my head. Resisting drinking my blood, making the switch to animal blood, tackling members of your own family just to keep me safe, it’s a lot-“ I was silenced by his lips on mine, and I cupped his cheek, grinning stupidly when I pulled away. “I owe you for that too.“

“Pay me back later.” He smirked. “Your friend there looks like he’s gonna burst out into laughter.” I heard a snort, and I turned to Sam, who was looking up to the sky.

“Don’t mind me.” Sam giggled. “I’m just looking at this really interesting pitch black sky while you two are smooching.”

“Shut up.” I pulled a newspaper out of my satchel, thwacking Sam across the head before stuffing it back in. “You’re such a child.”

“I never knew that you were a romantic.”

“I was.” I smiled. “Will was a boyfriend.”

“Looks like the boyfriend. You met him in the nest and now you’re both kissing. Will and Ivy, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G-“

”Scratch that, you’re a baby.” I opened the door to the motel room, and our smiles were wiped off our faces to see Gordon with Dean. I hung up my jacket, and my arm holster, which contained my gun, was left exposed.

”Where you been?” Dean asked.

“Can we talk to you alone?” Sam asked, and Dean seemed to agree.

“Mind chillin’ out for a couple minutes?” He followed us outside, and I shut the door.

“Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt.”

“What are you talking about? Where were you?”

”The nest.”

”You found it?”

“They found us, man.”

“How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?”

“None.”

“Well, they didn’t just let you go-”

“That’s exactly what they did, Dean.” I frowned.

“All right, well, where is it?” Dean asked.

“We were blindfolded, so no, we don’t know.” I lied.

“Well, you've got to know something.”

“We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them.”

“Why not?”

“We don't think they're like other vampires. We don't think they're killing people.” Sam urged.

“You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are.” Dean asked, looking angry and confused.

”The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood.”

“And you believed them?”

“Look at us, Dean.” Sam gestured to him and I. “They let us go without a scratch.”

“Wait, so you're saying... no, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care.” He started walking, and we didn’t have much time to convince him. “We find 'em, we waste 'em.”

“Why?”

“What part of vampire do you not understand?” Dean growled. “If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job.”

“So you would kill me if I still had my powers?” I asked, silencing him for a moment. “We kill ‘evil’, Dean, not just any supernatural force. They’re not killing people, so we don’t kill them.”

“Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them.”

“No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time.”

“Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows.”

“Gordon.“ I scoffed.

“Yes.” He nodded defiantly.

“You’re taking his word for it?” Sam asked cynically.

“That’s right.”

“Ellen says he’s bad news, Dean.” I persisted.

“You called Ellen?” Dean raised his eyebrows. We nodded. “And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. You may know her, Ivonne, but no thanks, I'll go with Gordon.”

“Right, cause Gordon's such an old friend.” Sam seethed, fists clenching. “You don't think I can see what this is?”

“What are you talking about?”

“He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.”

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean’s teeth gritted, and I could practically feel the tension rising.

“He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day.”

“You know what?” He chuckled, backing away. “I'm not even going to talk about this-“

“You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it.” Sam growled. “Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.”

“Okay.” Dean nodded, then punched Sam. I didn’t think; I just felt red hot rage boil up and my hand swung round, slapping some silence into Dean. He just stared at me, holding his jaw.

“Go.” I ordered, furious. “Go to your new best friend Gordon and when you’ve realised that we’ve been telling the truth, you’re come back and say sorry. And you better beg.”

He seemed to regain his pride, gritting his teeth. “I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself.” He left, and I turned to Sam, turning his face.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s bruising.” He nodded. “Are you okay, though? You seemed to blow up.”

“Yeah, I just thought of Carter.” I nodded. “If anyone touched him, they’d be on the floor in seconds, I don’t care who they are.”

”I didn’t wanna hurt Dean. He’s just blindsided.”

“Luckily I’m here to slap some sense into him, then.”

“But we really do need to convince him.”

“Fine.” We went back into the motel room, where Dean was gathering his stuff.

“Gordon?” Dean called, but there was no Gordon.

“You think he went after them?” Sam asked.

“Most likely.”

“Dean, we have to stop him.” I urged.

“Really, Ivonne?” He scoffed, hand moving to his cheek, which was red. Good. “Cause I say we lend a hand.”

“Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe us that.” I paused. “You owe me, Dean.”

“Real good negotiator you are, Ivonne.”

“Careful, or your cheek might turn purple instead of red.” I shot back. “Think about it, Dean.”

“Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys.” We looked to where the keys were supposed to be, but they were gone.

“He snaked the keys.” Sam whispered. We ran to the car, getting inside through picking the lock.

“I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too.” Dean groaned while hot-wiring his car. ”So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?”

“The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.” I informed, looking at my own map.

“How do you know?”

“I counted.”

“They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.” Sam mapped out, tracing the path.

“You two are good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.” Dean grimaced.

We reached the house and went in, and I found both Lenore and Will tied to a chair, weak.

“Sam, Ivonne, Dean. Come on in.” Gordon grinned, holding a small bloody knife.

“Hey, Gordon. What's going on?” Dean asked, looking around.

”Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?”

“Look, man-“

“Just grab a knife. I was about to start in on the fingers.” He made a cut down Lenore’s arm, and she wheezed weakly in pain. He did the same to Will, who groaned a bit louder, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to resist the pain.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?”

“I am chill.” Gordon replied coolly.

“Gordon, just put the knife down.” Sam ordered, starting forward, but was stopped by Dean.

“Looks like Sam here needs to chill.”

“Just step away from her, all right?”

“You’re right, I’m wasting my time. These two will never talk. Might as well put them out of their misery.” He pulled out a knife. “Don’t worry, I sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.”

”Gordon, I'm letting her go.” Sam frowned, stepping in Gordon’s way.

“You’re not doing a damn thing.” Gordon seethed, pointing the knife at Sam’s chest.

“Hey, Gordon, let’s talk about this.” Dean protested feebly.

“What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray.”

“The hell there is.” I took out my gun from my arm holster, pulling the trigger and hitting Gordon’s knife. It broke in half, the metal clattering to the ground.

Dean stepped in. “That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one...”

“Killed my sister?” Gordon cackled. “That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself.”

“You did what?” I seethed.

”It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you, Dean.”

“So you knew all along, then?” Sam scoffed. “You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care.”

“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it.” He slit Sam’s arm with the jagged knife, and Lenore’s teeth emerged, and she started to hiss and snarl. He pressed it to Sam’s throat, dragging him closer to Lenore.

“Let him go! Now!” Dean ordered, taking out his gun and aiming at Gordon.

”Relax. If I wanted to kill him he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” The blood from Sam’s cut hit Lenore’s face, making her eyes turn red. “You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.” A tear ran down Will’s face at the sight of Lenore, and my jaw clenched.

“No, no…” Lenore sobbed, regaining control of herself.

“You see that, Gordon?” I snapped, taking the knife away from him and using it to cut Lenore and Will free. He collapsed into my arms, trying to stay upright. I cupped his cheek, his forehead leaning against mine. “I’ve got you. It’s ok, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“We’re done here.” Sam fumed.

“Sam, Beanie, get ‘em outta here.” I helped Will outside while Sam did Lenore, taking out a cloth and cleaning both of them. I was still holding my gun, and I changed the cartridge, chucking it away.

“You’re going after him, aren’t you?” He asked.

”I have to.” I nodded. “Dean’s good, but Gordon knows more tricks.”

“Wait.” Will coughed, and then he kissed me gently. “Don’t get hurt. Please.”

“I won’t.” I assured before running inside. Dean flew through the air, hitting the wall and collapsing with a groan. I raised my gun, shooting Gordon in the shoulder, making his body fall back with the shock. His head hit the wall, and he slumped, unconscious.

“Good talk.” I smirked, training it on him.

”You came back?” Dean coughed, getting up.

”Yeah, I’m not leaving you with this sadist.” I picked Gordon up, slamming his head against a doorframe on my way to the chair that Will was previously tied up in. “Oops.” I drawled, dropping him in the chair. Dean tied him up, looking sick with himself.

”All that talk about black and white, but you’re the one who’s tied up.”

We were back at the motel, when we got out, I faced a now recovered Will with a smile.

”Thanks for saving my life.” He grinned. “I guess you don’t owe me one anymore. Kind of wanted an excuse to see you anytime.”

”I want to give you that excuse, really.”

He realised, nodding sadly, but masked it with his winning smile. “You’re leaving.”

”Sadly.” I bit my lip. “I wish we had more time.”

”Yeah, now I have to start another cycle of getting over you.” He joked, but still looked heartbroken.

“Well, I’m gonna make it harder, cause I still have to pay you back.” I grinned.

”Pay me back-“ I grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a kiss that he melted into instantly. His arms wrapped around my waist while mine went around his neck, my head tilting. His hands threaded in my hair-

“HAUN HAUN!” I heard Dean yell. “Mademoiselle et monsieur s’embrassent ! Que puis-je dire, c’est la vie !

“Ivonne et Will, assis dans un arbre!” Sam called. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

We pulled back, laughing. I turned to the boys, kissing my teeth. “You just HAD to say it in French!”

“Yeah!” Dean grinned.

“That was the WORST French I’ve ever heard!”

“Thanks!” Sam snickered.

It was a week since the Gordon incident, and we had returned to my house. I was reading a book on my bed, engrossed in a scene from it simply because the main character was dying and I don’t see that, like, ever.

“IVONNE!” I heard from outside. “HER LADYSHIP IVONNE RAINER OF THE KINGDOM OF NEW JERSEY, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HER CHAMBER WINDOW!” I rolled my eyes, putting down my book.

”What the hell?” I muttered. “What is this person playing at-“ I swept the curtain aside, and almost broke down laughing at who was heckling at my window. “Dean?!”

”Tis I!” He yelled, gesturing dramatically to himself.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Apologising!” He called back, a goofy grin on his face. “You said I needed to beg!”

”I never meant literally!”

“Too late!”

”Dean-“

”I HEREBY PROCLAIM THAT I, SIR DEAN WHO HAILS FROM THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, WAS A DOUCHEBAG.”

”AND?!”

”AN IDIOT.”

”AND?!”

”A SPINELESS, CORRUPT, HORRIBLE PIECE OF WORK. ANYTHING ELSE?”

”No, sounds like enough slander.” I smirked, gesturing for him to continue. He then got down on one knee, making Sam, who was watching from the other window and recording everything, lose his cool, cackling loudly.

“I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY AB-ABHORRENT BLASSsss…” He turned to Sam. “How d’you say it?”

”Blasphemy.” Sam repeated.

“RIGHT, UH, BLAS-PEMY. I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY ABHORRENT BLAS-PEMY AND I IMPLORE YOU TO COME THITHER AND ACCEPT MY DEAREST APOLOGY.”

“Should I?” I asked Sam, who was losing it.

“I don’t know, this is fun.”

“If I give you a kiss, Dean, will you stop?” I sighed, and he contemplated the situation before nodding. I went downstairs, swiping something from my drawer before meeting him outside.

“Where’s my kiss, milady?” He smirked, standing up. I took his hand and placed something in it: a Hershey’s kiss. He grimaced at me while Sam almost fell out of the window in his mirth. “Ha ha, very funny.”

“Needed to have an excuse to get rid of the last one.” I laughed. “But yeah, I forgive you. Now you need to repeat the act for Sam.” I grinned, patting him on the shoulder.

”SAMUEL! SIR SAMUEL WINCHESTER OF THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HIS CHAMBER WINDOW-“

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Rewatching Sympathy for the Devil

Welcome to “Sexy Dom Murder Cas and Unhinged Possibly Queer Expert German Cuckoo Clock Repairmen: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e1: Sympathy for the Devil

Luci anesti and the boys are left reeling from poor Sammy’s massive fail. But while they’re struggling to navigate this new phase in their brotherly relationship, the hits just keep on coming: Bobby, while possessed, plays on Sam’s sense of self-loathing, and then Dean finds out that *he’s* the sword of Michael, meant to become his vessel in the Final Battle. He gives the asshat angels a big NOPE and is trying to deal with the immediate and violent fallout from that decision when Cas swoops in with his sexy dom voice and rescues them. Meanwhile, back at the Satan Ranch, Luci is busy gaslighting his own potential vessel. It’s about to get real, y’all.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

many many guitar chords

Mace:

HA!

Lor:

nnnnnng Cas

Mace:

YES

Lor:

the way they both grab onto the other's jacket

Mace:

YES

Dean’s first thought is Cas. But yeah, they’re just buds.

Lor:

YEP

"well. my HEAD hurts"

Mace:

Lor:

oh Dean. "are you sure"

Mace:

oh man

Lor:

"Cas, you stupid bastard"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

ew ZACH

Mace:

ASSHAT

Lor:

YEEEES

"maybe we let it happen" ug

Mace:

Dean’s collar is UBERPOPPED

Lor:

YAAAAS

because he has the ATTITUDE

Mace:

CRAM IT WITH WALNUTS

Lor:

"cram it with walnuts, ugly" OMG

Mace:

i need to work that into my daily vernacular

Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHA

YES

oh zach do NOT call Dean son

Mace:

right?

Lor:

"you listen to me, boy" oh now Dean's REALLY not gonna do anything you say

Mace:

oh look, they underestimated Dean. Fun.

Lor:

"I learned that from my friend Cas you son of a bitch"

"supernatural methadone"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

oh boys

Mace:

yep

I’m so glad we’re getting to the Luci era

Lor:

YES

this dude plays the most unhinged possibly queer expert German cuckoo clock repairman on one ep of Northern Exposure and it is a TRIP

Mace:

wow. that is a NICHE role

Lor:

RIGHT?

ug. Becky

Mace:

snork

Lor:

BECKY YOUR IMAGINATION IS CLEARLY DEFICIENT

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

omg Dean's eyebrow raise when she says the demon stuff was getting old

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Her tastes are on point, though

Lor:

Ahem

she SHOULD get her hands off your Sammy though

Mace:

I mean, I want to slap her hand away from Sam’s chest but only because I want mine there...

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOL

"I heard, Romeo" I LOVE BOBBY

Mace:

YES

Oh SAMMY. THAT FACE.

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

oh GOD THAT. FAAACCCEEE

Lor:

he is so GUILT

Mace:

So. Flipping. Hot.

I like the parallel between Bobby’s “boy” and the angel’s

Lor:

omg his EYES

Mace:

although, BACK THE FUCK OFF, BOBBY

Lor:

mmhmmm

Mace:

BOBBY I WILL KICK YOU SQUARE IN THE NUTS

Lor:

LOLOLOL

castle on a hill of 42 dogs

I love it

Mace:

OH! I’ve been bamboozled!!

Lor:

YOU HAVE

(I remembered)

Mace:

How did I not remember this?

Lor:

DEAN SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER

Mace:

(well, how many times have you watched this ep?)

Lor:

Bobby only tolerated John bc he was their father. Come on, Dean

mmm. five?

Mace:

yeah, so quit with the smug

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

MY FAVORITE MEG

Lor:

YES

GET YOUR FILTHY LIPS OFF OF DEAN

Lor:

ooooof. Poor Dean always having to talk possessed people he loves out of killing him

oh Nick. this is where you call a friend, buddy

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

friends don't let friends get gaslit into saying yes to Lucifer

Mace:

poor Sammy. he really needs some comforting in this ep

Lor:

he really does

and I know this is exactly what Bobby would want them to do, but I hate that they have to leave him alone in the hospital

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

"oh thank god, the angels are here" DEAN

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

oh Dean

"it's you, chucklehead"

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

I LOVE THIS WHOLE MYTHOLOGY SO MUCH IT IS DUMB AND SO PERFECT ALL AT ONCE

BACK OFF ZACH

Mace:

HAHAHA YES

simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing. that’s a little on the nose

Lor:

THE ONLY ANGEL ALLOWED TO SPEAK TRUTH TO DEAN IS CAS

because he is Dean's shield

(I LOVE IT SO MUCH)

Mace:

YEP

oooh, smarty DeanDean

Lor:

"you need my consent" I LOVE IT

YES

Mace:

omg those little winks

AM DED

“on the other hand, eat me.” HAHAHAHA

Lor:

he's a smarty smarty and everyone always underestimates him

YAAAAAAS

omg his voice when he says no

Mace:

YES

Lor:

STOP TOUCHING DEAN

Mace:

MY GOD CAS IS HOT

Lor:

YAYAYAYAY CAS

YES HE IS

Mace:

MURDER CAS IS HOTTIE CAS

Lor:

RIGHT?!

omg someone give Sam back his lungs

I love it when he BAMFs

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

lookit his hair all mussed and his coat all disarrayed

Mace:

YESYESYES

OOoo he’s got his dom voice on

Lor:

"now put these boys back together and go" DED

Mace:

DED ONCE AGAIN

Lor:

so ded. on the floor. several times

staying down here on purpose. ahem

Mace:

CARVE MY RIBS NEXT PLS CAS

Lor:

"no I carved it into your ribs"

omg the difference bt Sam's and Dean's faces when he says that

Mace:

YES

Lor:

goddamn it, Cas, your boy has abandonment issues don't just LEAVE

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"sure. naturally. could you do me a favor, there, Satan" haaaaaahahahahaha

Mace:

YESYESYES I LOVE HIM

Lor:

so if Nick is also a vessel for Luci, does that mean that Sam and Dean are related to him somehow?

Mace:

yeah I’ve wondered that before

Lor:

actor is a real asshat but he does an AMAZING job at this

Mace:

he is?

Lor:

yeeeah

Mace:

what’d he do?

Lor:

well he's BIG into Ayn Rand

Mace:

Aha. enough said, then.

Lor:

yeaaaah

Mace:

what a putz.

Lor:

ooooh Bobby

Mace:

maybe nick is just a vessel on the level of Cas’s vessel, esp since he doesn’t last long before he starts breaking down

Lor:

"screw him, you'll be fine" I LOVE YOU DEAN

Mace:

YES

Lor:

yeah, that's true. the vessel falls apart fairly fast

"they can find their own planet" lololol DAD GAVE IT TO US, NOT THEM NYAAH

Mace:

a GED and a give-em-hell attitude. ADORABLE

Lor:

"a GED and a give em hell attitude"

YES

"it's been said"

Mace:

YES

oh Bobby. good on you

Lor:

"that was the demon talking"

YES

SO MUCH BETTER THAN JOHN

Mace:

omg that Sammy smile with the dimple

he is KILLING ME

Lor:

YES

"I'll fight. I'll fight to the last man." oh, hon

Mace:

both of these boys need therapy so hard

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

I hate when they get all grrr and can't get on the same page, but I do like this representation of the idea that sometimes you understand but still can't get past it

Mace:

yeah

although the Sam Girl in me thinks Dean’s being just a smidge of a whiny lil bitch here

Lor:

sigh

I AM SHOCKED

SHOCKED I SAY

Mace:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHA

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 5x01 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 5x01 #watchingspnagain angels #watchingspnagain doppelganger attack

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 years

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Heartache: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Every once in a while, you get to enjoy the small things. You spent a whole week trying to find Kevin, but the kid wants to stay hidden. You can't really do much since Castiel isn't here to track him for you, and no other angel would want to help you three. You only have each other, and the best thing for Kevin right now is to keep him hidden. The more people know about him, the more likely it is that Crowley will find him.

Sam wanted to stop at a farmer's market for some fresh food, and you second that notion. Dean's been so caught up with finding Kevin that it didn't register to him where he was. Joanna refuses to leave his side, so he's trying to look on his phone while holding his daughter. It doesn't matter to you since you get a break from her. Carrying two kids inside of you and caring for a toddler is enough to make you go crazy, but you have two other people to help if you need it.

Not to mention that Amara hasn't left your side since you left the place that held the auction you three went to. She hasn't said much to you, just likes to stand off to the side and watch. It should freak you out, but you feel a sort of comfort from her. You can't really explain it, and you choose not to explain to the brothers. They would never understand because they don't know what it's like to have someone stuck inside their own head.

Well, Sam does, but he always feared Lucifer. You don't fear Amara... at least, not yet.

The best you can do is live your life in hopes she won't ruin it. You and Sam walk the aisles with Dean, but he isn't paying much attention to where he is going. You and Sam, though, pick and buy fruit when you pass by booths, munching on them. It's nice to experience this after a year spent in Purgatory. You're trying to move on from it while Dean is seemingly stuck in the past.

He has one foot in both places still, but you're trying to make it to the light at the end of the tunnel. You're a changed woman, for sure, but you try not to let it show just how much Purgatory fucked you up.

"Wow. Couple goes to Purgatory for a year, and all hell breaks loose. Check this out. A jogger in Minneapolis gets his heart ripped out," Dean says while reading from his phone.

"I'm guessing literally?"

"Only way that interests me. Then, there's another article from six months ago." While Dean is talking, Sam is putting veggies and fruit into a canvas bag he picked up from where he got his apples from. "Same thing happens, also in Minneapolis. What does that tell us?"

"Stay out of Minneapolis," you joke.

"Two hearts ganked, same city, six months apart. I mean, that's got to be a ritual, man. Or at least some sort of a heart-sucking, possessed, satanic, crack-whore bat."

Sam pays for the food he bought and continues walking to the next booth.

"A what?"

"It's a case. Look, I say we put Kevin on the back burner right now and ride."

"We're on a case, Dean. Kevin and the demon tablet need to be found, so the heart guy takes a number."

"Uh, we just spent a week chasing our asses trying to lock Kevin down, okay? Look at us. We're--" He stops himself as he takes in his surroundings. "Where the hell are we?"

"Farmers' market." Sam holds up an apple that he's eating. "Organic." Dena gives him a look, and Sam rolls his eyes. "What? I had a year off. I took the time to enjoy the good things."

"While avoiding doing what we actually do."

"Wow, Dean, does it make you feel that much better every time you say it?" Sam scoffs.

"Alright, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but Y/N and I are back. Okay, we're back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the same time. We'll find Kevin, but in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this? Or are innocent people supposed to die so that you can shop for produce?"

You don't want to have this argument yet again so you break off from the group to gather your own fruits. Amara follows closely behind, not saying anything but hovering. You tolerate it for five whole seconds before you sigh and turn to her. You make it look like you're not talking to anyone so that no one thinks you're off your rocker.

"I'm worried about Kevin. What if Crowley already got him?"

"You know he'd taunt you with his capture. Kevin is fine. Crowley needs him to translate the tablet, and he won't do it if his mom is hurt in any way. Plus, it takes a while to translate something like that."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, I don't think it'd be like reading a book."

"I just wish I knew where he is or if he's okay. Not knowing is putting more stress on my body, and I don't think the twins are okay with that."

At the word 'twins', Amara looks down at your stomach. Something in her eyes changes, but you don't know if it's a good change or not. You don't have time to dissect it because Dean comes over and grabs your arm gently. You turn to him just as he moves you away from prying ears.

"What is it?"

"I'm worried about you. You're talking to no one, Y/N. This can't be good for the babies."

"Your babies are perfectly safe," Amara says before you have a chance to say something.

"Our babies are perfectly safe," you repeat her. Dean doesn't believe anything you say, but you don't have time to dwell on this. "Come on, we need to go."

Dean doesn't like this one bit, but you have no clue how you're even going to try and fix this. The only thing you can do is live your life and hope that it doesn't get any worse.

You left Zeus in the motel room since you know you're going to be here for a while, but you have Joanna with you since she is far too young to be by herself. Plus, what kind of mother would you be if you left her alone without any protection? Maybe once you know she will have her magic to defend herself will you be semi-okay with leaving her alone. You have no idea when that is going to happen, so for now, she is always going to be with you, her dad, or her uncle.

The police at the Minneapolis police department thought it was weird you have a two year old in your arms, but the glare you send their ways shut them up from making things worse for themselves. She's been clinging to Dean a lot more these days the more her personality shines through, but you have her this time. All she wants to do is copy her dad and be just like him, but she knows this is a situation where she needs to be with her mother.

It's scary how much she knows and she's only two.

"Here's what's odd about this thing," the lead detective says, putting the files down regarding the case, "the guy wasn't chopped or cut into--no incision. But his heart was ripped out of him like a peach pit."

"Was he robbed?" you ask and shift Joanna in your arms.

"His phone, watch, and money were all still on him."

"What about enemies?"

"He was in town for a conference. No local connections."

"You guys had another one of these about, uh, six months ago?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, and we hit a brick wall. We had nothing to go on, really. Thought maybe we got lucky here." The detective brings you over to a TV where he shows you a CCTV surveillance video of the park. "A park surveillance camera picked up something."

He plays the video and watches as a heavyset man passes by the victim, a physically fit jogger. The jogger is dead, but the overweight man minds his business and passes by him without another thought.

"Is the heavier man the last person to see the victim alive?" you ask.

"Other than the killer. His name is Paul Hayes. We, uh, pulled him in for questioning."

"So, what makes you think he's clean?"

"Well, so far, no reason not to. I mean, he said he briefly saw the victim, he ran out ahead, and that was it."

"What, you mean he didn't fall to his knees and confess to gutting the guy?"

"No. I mean we did a thorough check on the guy, not so much as a parking ticket came up. I mean, look at him. I mean, sure, he can run a little bit, but he ain't Thor. You think he's gonna grab Freddy fitness here and throw him down and rip out his heart? I don't think so. Forgive me if I didn't take him out back and shoot him."

"Okay, uh, so... any idea where we can find this guy?"

"Yeah, his address is here."

You take the files pertaining to the case and smile at the detective.

"We'll call if we have any other questions."

You three take your leave, and you head back to the car. Paul's house isn't far from where the police department is, so the drive isn't long at all. When you get there, Paul is more than happy to let you in and talk to you. Dean asks to go to the bathroom, so it's just you and Sam inside the kitchen with Paul. He seems like a health nut--nothing like the guy from the video.The guy from the video is a lot heavier than the guy in the kitchen.

What the hell happened to him?

Paul is in the middle of mixing a smoothie in a blender, and when you two settle in, he continues with his task.

"Sorry. I kind of try to stick to a nutrition and workout schedule. Do you want a hit?" Paul offers when it's done, pouring himself a glass of the thick liquid.

"We're good, thanks," Sam shakes his head.

"So, Paul, you passed a runner who was later killed. Did you speak with him at all?" you ask, getting right to it.

"Yeah, I went over this with the cops. I-I–I didn't know him. I had never spoken to him. I ran past him. I never saw him again. The end," he shrugs. A toilet flushes, and Dean soon returns to the kitchen. Paul takes a swig of the smoothie, but recoils in disgust. "Oh, it's disgusting. It tastes like shit, but it keeps you young."

He offers the drink to Dean, but the older brother quickly shakes his head.

"Thanks, uh, too much fiber."

"No such thing."

"Now, Paul, we couldn't help but notice that the jogger you outraced was a good deal younger than you," Sam says, leaving out the part about him being much overweight.

"Yeah and less--" Dean stops himself, but he makes the motion that he's talking about him being bigger.

"Uh, full-figured?" Paul says, putting together what he was trying to say. "You should've seen me before. Yeah, hugging a desk all day, watching TV all night, and eating fried everything was killing me. I had a health scare about a year ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, it changed my life. I mean, I started taking care of myself."

"Now your body's a temple, huh?" Dean asks, trying to be sarcastic.

"Where I worship every day."

He takes another sip, and you realize you're not going to get anywhere with this man. You say your goodbyes and leave with the brothers. With nothing left to go on, you decide to stop at a cafe since you're starving. After all, you're eating for three now. You try not to overeat while pregnant since you can gain a lot of weight that's very hard to lose, so you try to eat a normal amount as if you're not pregnant. That doesn't mean that you get a strong craving once in a while.

Joanna is old enough to enjoy a high chair since she's grown so much. Her appetite has changed as well since you last saw her. She used to enjoy mashed peas and carrots with the occasional cut up grape. Now, she's eating almost everything you're eating. She has such a healthy appetite for everything that it makes you sad.

You missed a year of her life--an important year of her life. She won't remember it, but you will. You'll have missed the first time she ate solid foods, the first time she actually strung a sentence together that made sense, and many other firsts. She chews on the food you've shared with her happily, but you look at her with sadness in your eyes.

Dean sees it, and he knows exactly what you're thinking. He's sad about it, of course, but you're more in touch with your emotions than he is. You'll show your sadness more than he ever would.

"She isn't going to remember you being gone," Amara says from next to you. "All she'll remember is that you're here now."

Somehow, that makes you feel a little bit better.

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aspenmissing · 11 months

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𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The Metallic car zooms up a 2-lane, driven by Y/N, the window open and her hair blowing back in the wind with a wide smile on her face. Dean is sat in the passenger besides her, the two in a good mood and grooving along to their music. Sam has his arm resting on the door with the window open, staring forwards at the two.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean says with a big grin on his face, looking to his sister - who shares his big grin and nodding her head.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam jokes.

"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us." Y/N says, patting the steering wheel of the Impala.

"You two are in a good mood," Sam says, laughing.

"Why shouldn't we be?" Dean says.

"No reason."

"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine," Y/N says, smiling. Dean laughs.

"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asks.

"Uh, about another three hundred miles."

"Good." Dean presses down on the accelerator, and the Impala goes faster.

In Red Lodge, a sheriff with a mustache is talking to Sam, Y/N, and Dean, who are posing as reporters. The boys were wearing their suits, while Y/N's wearing a white blouse with work pants and a jacket - the three holding notepads.

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at the time."

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Y/N says.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay, and the other, uh, Christina Flanigan?"

"That was two days ago. Is there-" A young woman knocks on the door, points at her watch. "Oh. Sorry guys, time's up, we're done here."

"One last question," Sam says.

"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asks.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."

"What about them?" The sheriff asks.

"So, you don't think there's a connection?" Y/N says.

"Connection... with...?"

"First cattle mutilation, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff."

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" The sheriff laughs, but when he sees their serious face, he stops.

"You- you're not kidding."

"No," Y/N says.

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?" Sam asks.

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"

"World Weekly News..."

"Weekly World News."

"News World Weekly," Y/N says.

"World," Dean says.

"Weekly World," Sam says.

"News..."

"Weekly... I'm new."

"Get out of my office."

Dean, Sam, and Y/N enter the morgue, they're still wearing their shirts/blouse and the boys are still wearing their ties, only the three are in white lab coats. The intern on duty has a name tag that reads 'J. Manners' Dean looks at it, calculating.

"John," he says.

"Jeff," Jeff corrects Dean and stands up as Dean and Y/N approach.

"Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away."

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation."

"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so If I were you I would..." Y/N whistles. The intern runs away. "Okay. Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Sam closes the door.

"Yeah, reserved pentacle on the forehead."

"Yeah. So much f'd up crap happened in Florida." Dean hands Sam and Y/N a pair of latex gloves and puts on a pair of his own; Sam opens a compartment and wheels out a corpse; there's a box between its legs. "All right, open it."

"You open it," Sam says.

"Wusses." Y/N carries the box over to another table and flips off the lip. Dean approaches grimacing followed by a cringing Sam.

"Well, no pentagram," Dean says.

"Wow. Poor girl," Y/N says.

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs," Dean says.

"Yeah, here, go ahead," Sam says, turning the box to Dean.

"No, you go ahead." Dean turns the box back.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Put the lotion in the basket," Dean quotes from Silence of the Lambs.

"You two are wusses. Give me the box," Y/N says, turning the box to herself. Y/N starts poking her fingers into the mouth. She then screams and struggles.

"Oh my god, something's got my finger!" She shouts and Dean and Sam start screaming. Her screams soon turn into laughter, as she pulls her fingers out, the brothers realizing that she was joking.

"Really. Oh, you bitch," Dean says. Sam looks horrified. She chuckles as he then puts her fingers back into the mouth and continues to move her fingers around.

"Dean, get me a bucket?"

"You find something?"

"No, Sam looks like he's about to puke," she says, smirking.

"Wait, lift the lip up again?"

"What? You want me to throw up, is that it?"

"No, no, no, I think I saw something." Dean pulls back the lip.

"What is that, a hole?" Dean presses on the gum, and a narrow, sharp tooth descends.

"It's a tooth."

"Sam, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me"

"Well, this changes things"

"Ya thinks?"

Dean, Sam, and Y/N pull up near a local par, go around to park. They then go into the bar. They approach the bar; a man sitting at a table to one side is watching them.

"How's it going?" Dean says.

"Living the dream. What can I get for you?"

"Three beers, please."

"So, we're looking for some people," Y/N says.

"Sure. Hard to be lonely. But I can keep you some company," The bartender says, looking at Y/N, who huffs out a laugh and smiles at him as he takes a drink of her beer. But internally she is smacking her head against a wall.

"Yeah. But um, that's not what she meant," Sam pulls out a $50 bill, fingering it, and drops it on the bar; bartender looks at it, then takes it.

"Right. So, these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..."

"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night," Dean says, taking a drink of his beer.

"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot- drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice," Dean, Sam, and Y/N share a glance.

"Thanks," Y/N says. They leave their half-finished beers on the table and leave. The man who was watching them is gone, a smouldering cigarette left behind. As Dean, Y/N, and Sam leave, the man watches, then stalks them. They go down an alley, he follows. He loses sight of them, turns. Dean, Y/N, and Sam are suddenly there, pinning him to the wall, Y/N with a knife at his throat.

"Surprise motherfucker. Now smile," she says.

"What?"

"Show us those pearly whites."

"Oh, for the love of- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire," Sam frowns. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asks.

"How to kill them. Now seriously, woman. That knife's making me itch," Dean cocks his head. The man starts to pull away, Sam pins him harder. "Whoa. Easy there Chachi." The man slowly brings his right hand to his lip, pulls it back, revealing normal gums. "See? Fangless. Happy?" Y/N pulls the knife back. "Now. Who the hell are you?"

At the man's car, he pulls out his arsenal.

"Sam, Y/N, and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I hear he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys' fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-"

"You seem to know a lot about our family," Y/N says.

"World travels fast. You know how hunters talk."

"No, we don't, actually," Dean says.

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?"

"So, um, so those vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam says.

"Yep. Been here two weeks."

"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Y/N asks.

"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Thought they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."

"Where's the nest, then?" Dean asks, as he pushes the arsenal back in.

"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."

"We could help."

"Thanks, but uh, I'm king of a go-it-alone type of guy."

"Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt."

"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." He gets in his car. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." He drives off. The three then look at each other.

Sam returns to the motel room, takes off his jacket and puts the keys onto a hook.

"... So, Y/N picks up this crossbow and starts hitting it over and over again until its face was unrecognizable. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me, Y/N, and our dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, we're sixteen years old. Most kids our age are worried about pimples, prom dates. We're seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of. So right then, I just sort of -"

"Embrace the life?"

"Yeah," Dean says.

"Yeah."

"Yeah. How'd you get started?" Y/N asks, taking another drink.

"First time I saw a vampire I was barely eighteen. Home alone with my sister. I hear the window break in her room. I grab my dad's gun, run in, try to get it off her. Too late. So, I shoot the damn thing. Which of course is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band. It rushes me, picks me up, flings me across the room, knocks me out cold. When I wake up, the vampire's gone, my sister's gone," Dean looks over at Y/N with a thoughtful look.

"And then?" Y/N asks.

"Then... try explaining that one to your family. So, I left home. And then bummed around looking for information: how you track 'em, how you kill 'em. And I found that fang - it was my first kill."

"Sorry about your sister."

"Yeah. She was beautiful and fierce. Just like you," Gordan says, looking at Y/N. "I can still see her, you know? The way she was. But hey, that was a long time ago. I mean, your dad. It's gotta be rough."

"Yeah. Yeah, you know. He was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, just kept coming. So, you're always thinking to yourself, he's indestructible. He'll always be around; nothing can kill our dad. Then just like that," Dean snaps his fingers. "He's gone. We can't talk about this to Sammy. You know, we gotta keep our game face on, you know being the big siblings and all," Dean clears his throat. "But, uh, the truth is I'm not handling it very well. Feel like I have this-"

"Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There's plenty out there needs killing, and this'll help you do it. Dean, it's not a crime to need your job" Y/N looks at Dean, who returns the look.

The roadhouse is crowded, Ellen is working behind the bar. She hears the phone ring and picks up.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse" Back in the motel room Sam is on the phone.

"Hey, Ellen, uh, Sam Winchester"

"Sam, it's good to hear from you. You three are okay, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question"

"Yeah, shoot" Ellen says.

"You ever run across a guy names Gordan Walker?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I know Gordan"

"And?"

"Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie"

"Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess"

"Don't do that, Sam" Ellen's voice turns serious.

"I-I thought you said he was a good hunter"

"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job, you three just let him handle it and you move on"

"Ellen-"

"No, Sam? You- just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"

"Right, okay"

Back at the bar, the three are still sat at the table. There is a couple of glasses on the table and the three are holding a glass.

"Know why I love this life?" Gordan asks.

"Hmm?"

"It's all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of grey. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us"

"Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but uh..." Y/N says as she takes a drink from her glass.

"Doesn't seem like your brother's much like us" Dean and Y/N stares at him, startled "I'm not saying he's wrong. Just different. But us three? We were born to do this. It's in our blood" Dean looks thoughtful whereas Y/N looks slightly taken back.

Sam buys a soda from a vending machine and starts walking back to the room. He pauses as if hearing something, cautiously opens the door, looking around. He gets inside and leans against the door, relieved. He walks over to the table and sets his drink down. Suddenly a dark figure jumps him from behind. He knocks his first attacker down, then the second; the first attacker rises up behind him and slams a heavy telephone into the back of his head, knocking him out. Later, Sam is bound to a chair and gagged, a sack over his head; it's pulled off by the bartender from earlier. He shows a lot of fangs and advances on Sam, who struggles.

#Supernatural #older sister winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #reader insert

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minty-and-fresh · 3 years

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long ass angsty incorrect quote that’s practically fan fiction at this point I don’t even-

Gabriel: Hiya Sam!!

Sam: startled GABRIEL! What are you doing here?

Gabriel: stopped by to say hello, maybe spend a day with my moose?

Sam: sitting himself back up and dusting his hair um- uh sure. I’m not busy doing any thing right now.

Gabriel: Great!

—later—

Gabriel: soo- you stopped the apocalypse.

Sam: that happened a while ago, why are you mentioning it?

Gabriel: really didn’t expect you’d be able to deal with Lucifer like that. Smart stuff.

Sam: yeah- Lucifer. looks at Hallucifer across the room sitting on some books

Gabriel: twists head what are you looking at?

Sam: UM nothing.

Gabriel: Sam- pops up on Sam’s lap to look him directly in the eyes are you hiding something from me?

Sam: scoff no.

Gabriel: I can sense when people are lying to me. Ya know that?

Sam: gulps guess I didn’t.

Gabriel: are you going to tell me? I’m not going to hurt you. But I will get my information. Now do you want to tell me or let me find out some other way?

Sam: glances at Hallucifer who is making a mockingly glum face to contrast Sam’s being startled

Sam: shakes head

Gabriel: concernedly okay- guess I’ll find out some other way. poofs out of the room

Hallucifer: aww. Couldn’t tell him- hm?

Sam: reluctantly tell him what?

Hallucifer: oh you know.. how you’re “cuckoo bananas”

Sam: well how exactly do I tell him? HUH?! How exactly do I tell anyone- that I’m definitely not all there in the head and that I’ve got hallucinations of damn SATAN! ALMOST ALL THE TIME!!

Hallucifer: well you know that they’re all but a pin prick away from leaving you behind already. So why not have that pinprick be letting them know what’s really going on with you?

Sam: looks at him in anguish because I’d really rather that thing that drives them away be unrelated to you. Because I know that’s just what you would want.

Gabriel: suddenly pops and half an inch away from Sam I JUST GOT BACK FROM TALKNG TO DEAN!!

Sam: ____

Gabriel: REALLY?! Do you see him right now?! Looks around the room furiously Were you talking to him when I wasn’t here?!

Sam: quiet

Gabriel: you were? Weren’t you? Hugs Sam

Hallucifer: oooohhh 😯 haha! This is RICH! He likes you Sammy! If this were a torture of mine I would not have ever even considered this epic twist! Claps so you like my little brother hm? Or is to remain unrequited?

Sam: glares at Hallucifer shut - up

Gabriel: hugs tighter as he starts to tear up Sam please don’t talk to him. He’s not real- he’s not here.

Sam: blinks and feels Gabriel’s tears land on his back hey it’s- it’s okay.

Hallucifer: watches in mock intrigue

Gabriel: gritted through teeth how could you say that?

Sam: I’ve got it under control-

Gabriel: UNDER CONTROL!? he flung himself from the embrace and stood a foot away JESUS I SAW how scared you were earlier when you presumably looked at him earlier. Even now you’re breathless- and NOT in the good way! I want to help you! How do I help you his voice trailed off and his eyes went dark

Sam: you could fix the wall possibly?

Gabriel: I can’t- when Cass broke it he did it so he was the only one who could fix it.

Hallucifer: chuckles you’re stuck with me

Sam: ignores him and then he sucked in all too many of the souls in purgatory and died and then tried and couldn’t fix me.

Gabriel: coldly why didn’t you tell me?

Hallucifer: god he likes you!

Sam: Be quiet! he spat out

Gabriel: discernibly very worried I’m gonna protect you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.

Sam: why do you care so much?

Hallucifer: smirk

Gabriel: how could you ask that? You Winchesters!- You- you Sam matter to me so much. I wouldn’t dare let you be hurt without retaliation. I would think to hurt you. And this is something I don’t know how to help! How to fix! And you seem like you’ve given up on it!! Don’t give up on yourself.

Sam: huddles to himself and thinks for a moment before hearing Hallucifer laugh some more causing him to look at Hallucifer confused

Hallucifer: Now what did I tell ya! This is so hard for you isn’t it? You hate seeing him so concerned for you. He really loves you now doesn’t he?

Sam: presses scar on his hand in attempt to rid himself of Hallucifer

Hallucifer: uh uh. That’s not gonna work anymore remember? You let me in.

Sam: grabs for gun as Hallucifer provokes him more

Gabriel: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? He is a hallucination and NOTHING MORE. You can’t shoot at him and damn what in heaven is the chucklefuck saying?!

Sam: lets go of gun he- it’s not important.

Gabriel: Uh- yes it is! What is he saying?!

Sam: I really don’t want to say.

Hallucifer: because it’s weird to say or because you really do like him back?

Sam: he’s taunting me and bringing up things

Hallucifer: you’re gonna have to be more specific than that you know.

Gabriel: what things ?

Sam: people caring about me. How you’re all ready to leave quick so I should just keep my mouth shut. Reading into how you are acting- how I am acting.

Hallucifer: bit more than that Sammy

Sam: he keeps saying you like me and it’s pissing me off. turns to face Hallucifer and makes a “you happy now” kind of face

Gabriel: woah. Was not expecting that one. snort wow. Moose you idiot.

Sam: looks inquisitively towards him

Gabriel: I’ve liked you for a damn while.

Hallucifer: scoffs woooowww dramatics

Sam: shocked what

Gabriel: but that’s not what we’re discussing here and by the way it doesn’t matter if you like me back or not, I’ll be happy being friends.

Sam: nods

Gabriel: I know a spell. It’ll be very temporary but it might give you some peace for a few days to a week.

Sam: what’s the-

Gabriel: holds hand to Sam’s forehead and recites a few enochian words now Sam. Is he here?

Sam: looks around and shakes his head to regain composure no. He’s- he’s not

Gabriel: good. Hugs Sam tightly and pulls him back onto the couch.

Sam: you- you really like me?

Gabriel: pfft-yeah, stupid. mocking voice You like me?

Sam: no- well- I don’t- I don’t know really.

Gabriel: good.

Sam: confused

Gabriel: I have a chance. Wraps arm around Sam’s back and rubs his shoulder.

#alternate universe #supernatural #sam and dean #sam winchester #dean winchester #gabriel #hallucifer #lucifer #sabriel #this started as an incorrect quote and turned into- this

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wwwafflewrites · 4 years

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Never Fear (The Winchesters Are Here)

Chemical Attraction

Dean flashed you a cheesy grin. "You did good out there tonight. Proud of you." His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but he still seemed mostly sober.

He was checking out the group of women up at the front of the bar, who wore more revealing clothing than you dared.

You envied their confidence. Sometimes you wished you had the grit to do that stuff.

Dean didn't fake reluctance to leave you or Sam. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it. When he finished his drink, he made his move, leaving the table, and you and Sam with it.

The younger Winchester smiled at you awkwardly. You could tell he wanted to leave as well—he and some girl at the bar had been making googly eyes at each other since he walked in—but was conflicted on leaving you.

"Sam," you said impatiently. "That girl has been giving you the eyes since we walked in. And don't think I don't see you sending them back. If you don't get up now, I'll push you over there."

You were glad that women weren't assuming you and Sam—or Dean—were together; it made everything much less complicated. Both of the Winchesters were way out of your league. You were more likely the sister they never had.

He was a little surprised, and a little amused by your attitude. "Oh, really?"

"Don't test me," you joked.

He laughed, collecting his jacket and walking away.

Your deluding smile fell from your face once you were alone. Bars were usually their choice of festivity, but they mostly just made you uncomfortable.

You were now alone, as both of the boys hit on some chicks and snuck off to get laid. You were used to it. It wasn’t your ideal celebration, but if it made them happy, you'd bear it. You supposed they just assumed your interests matched theirs. Even if all you wanted to do was go home and sleep.

Anyway, the faster the Winchesters both left with broads, the faster you could leave. It was just that simple.

You sipped your whiskey that Dean had paid for. It was strong, and hard to swallow, but in small portions it was tolerable. You appreciated the gift, even if it wasn't your preferred drink. Dean had a big heart, and you wouldn’t ruin your sweet moments with him because you were feeling picky.

You let your mind wander to a darker place.

You were still coming to terms with hunter life. And from what you've gathered, it was cruel, unfair, and thankless.

The Winchesters didn’t sugarcoat it, either. Everything that society looked down upon—the suspiciously cult-ish tattoos, borderline or over-the-line alcoholism (a line you were uncertain where Dean fell), and cheap clothing with leather jackets—was a signature of a hunter’s life. Not to mention the trigger-happy hands, suspicious glares, and their off-putting, dark looks.

It opened your eyes.

That "gothic" girl you saw in your neighborhood? That might have looked like a satanic tattoo, but it was actually an anti-possession tattoo that she got because she was terrified of the demons that wanted to kill her. And those knives in her pocket and backpack? That was for her safety, and probably yours, too.

Or that shady alcoholic up the street? Werewolves brutally murdered his friends, and he has to live with the survivor's guilt. He drinks while obsessively researching how to hunt them down. Though he'll likely die of a failing liver before ever taking on the pack.

The point was…

Looks weren’t always transparent.

And, well, you were everything hunters weren't.

Your pain tolerance was pathetic, for one. Tattoos? Big nope. You hated all things needles, and despite tattoos looking cool, you liked to avoid pain, thanks.

Second, your wardrobe. As if that wasn't blatantly obvious.

And, last, you were a hopeless lightweight. A few shots and you were tipsy. Dean thought it was hilarious.

Still, you drank your whiskey, feeling guilty that you hated it.

You were tired. It was dark out, and you could already feel the whiskey in your system. You just wanted to go home.

So the last thing you expected that night was for a guy to hit on you. You, feeling unlike yourself—and very drunk—warily flirted back.

He was charming. Thing was, with your buzzing vision, all you noticed were his eyes and handsome smile. You didn’t notice the more important things, like, say… the roofies dissolving in your drink.

Too bad you hadn’t—because you wouldn't have let him breathe down your neck like he had been… or breathe at all, for that matter.

Your words slurred, and you leaned into him when he stood. "Hey, hey, h-hey, mister. Wheeere ya' goin' off to?"

You were smashed.

You didn’t feel too hot, either. You were practically dangling off his shoulders as he helped you from your chair, and your stomach churned. "I don' feel so guud…" you slurred, keeling over to vomit on the pavement. Huh. You were outside?

You made out two shapes that looked dubiously like him. Albeit one may have very well been a trash can. "Yeeuur kindouf prr...retty."

He snickered, though you weren't sure what was so funny. "Just let it sink in," he said. "It's okay, babe."

What was he talking about? You frowned, troubled. "Doe… don'ttt… calmeh that."

There was only a muddy sense of direction. You fizzled in and out of consciousness, and your memory escaped you.

You were completely at this man's mercy.

///

You woke up feeling like hell. The lights… the sounds…it was all too loud.

Your head felt like a crushed soda can. You turned—inch by inch—trying to get a view of the entire room, tied up—which, yeah, was a big red flag—and leaned awkwardly against the wall. When you finally saw behind you, you met the eyes of multiple other women in your same predicament.

The previous evening was a haze. Your mind was still catching up with the present, much less the past.

Something in the shadows of the room moved, and you watched as two figures loomed over an unconscious woman covered in dark, bloody bites around her neck and chest.

"Vamps," you spat. But it came more like "vamffptss" through your gag with a few lisp-y expletives.

They spun around, smiling to themselves. A vampire crouched down to your level, taunting you, "Ah, so there is more to her than a pretty face! Who would have known? Are you a hunter, babe?"

A memory clicked as he said that. You might say it rang a bell—an alarm bell, anyway—but you couldn't place it. His voice was bouncing around in your head and it was hard to focus.

"Sssgrew you."

He stood, gave you a smirk, and drove his foot into your abdomen. Hard.

"Wow. I mean, you were a little feisty at the bar, but I never would have envisioned you'd have so much kick." He winked at you, then turned back to his goonies. "Alright. Ship 'em. Mark the pretty ones. They'll be worth more."

You puffed, still recovering from the harsh blow, as a skinny redhead yanked you up by the ropes. He was watching you like one looks in a microwave at their meal.

You thrashed. It was a weak move, hardly knocking him back on his heels, but it was also a minor triumph.

Then said vampire punched your throat, and all smugness disappeared.

The lead vamp turned to see the commotion and erupted, "Are you kidding me? Christ—get the gag off her, will you?!" When the others looked at him in alarm and skepticism, he barked, "She’s no use to us dead! Do you want her suffocating?"

Carrot Top worked the gag from your aching jaw, and you just laid there, winded, like a dead dog.

The Lead Vamp grabbed the shirt collar of your redhead attacker. "Hey, maybe don't punch 'em in the throat next time. They're gonna squirm a little—it's what they do. So ignore it."

"Yessir'."

"Good. And, hey, guys—bag the ugly ones. I got a client for them."

You coughed, propping yourself up by the elbow. You were concerned. Am I ugly?

The redhead vamp kicked you down by your arm, hissing, "Not you. We got a special guy for you. Likes the fighters."

You were so tired and weak and helpless. Couldn't do anything but lay there. You could only watch as the other vamps manhandled poor, terrified women.

"Leeches," you said, earning you a foot to the face.

"Do yourself a favor and shut up."

It was hard to not comply. As your head lolled, you spat blood at his feet. You would not go down easy.

He hauled you up, and his punch cracked like a whip.

You stared at his bloody knuckles, feeling your own arms twitch. The ropes were loose. You wondered briefly if you could even run—

Another strike had your vision swimming with stars.

"Hey. I got a question—huff—" You said, taking the punches like a champ and distracting him. "Has anyone ever told you—uff—that you look like—guh—Strawberry Shortcake?"

The ropes worked off your wrists and when he swung, you ducked—or fell, more like—away from his swing. Breathless, you pulled yourself to your feet to run.

The adrenaline was really the only thing keeping you going. Thing was, adrenaline didn't give you accuracy, it just gave you strength. And little that strength was.

And, woah, was the ground spinning. You gagged as you watched the hallway sway. You were not in any shape to run, but you sure as hell tried to. You stumbled down the hallway, your knees giving out multiple times before you couldn’t pick yourself up again.

The vamp's yell echoed down the hallway. "You're not a hunter anymore, little lamb! You're the hunted!" It probably wouldn't take much for him to follow the sound of your hummingbird heart.

That was enough encouragement to get anyone on their toes. Even someone who was shaking like a leaf.

Whatever roofie they'd given you, it was enhanced. Everything was so hot and bright and loud. You wished the world could just be quiet. Your heart was beating so loud you could feel it in your teeth.

You clambered to the exit, reaching for the doors to push them open.

Just then, a hand pitched you backward, pulling down on your shoulder. You yelled out, petrified.

"It's me, it's just me," Dean whispered quickly, easing you through the door, around the corner, and to where Baby was parked.

Your heart was still jack hammering in your chest as he pulled you in for a hug. You were high as a kite on adrenaline.

"Been looking all over for you." The pitch in his voice was more stressed than usual. You were like a little sister to him.

You leaned into his embrace. It was warm and solid and safe. And it was exactly what you needed to ground yourself.

"He drugged me," you blurted. "He drugged me. I couldn’t—he just—"

He paled. "Did he touch you?" When you paused, his expression darkened. "I'll rip his lungs out. I'll kill every single one of them. I'll—"

"He didn't touch me," you interrupted. "Not like that." You rested your forehead against his chest.

"Thank god."

"But I think they would've." You practically melted as he smoothed your hair down. "They're human trafficking. Selling women as blood bags."

Dean turned to Sam, who was leaned up against the Impala, and nodded at him. Sam took that as his cue to go ahead without Dean. "I got Sammy on it right now. You sure you're alright?"

His arms around you were the only thing keeping you standing. "Just tired. And my head really hurts." Gunshots went off behind you, and you flinched. Your ears were still sensitive.

"Sounds like nothing a little sleep can't fix." Dean patted your back and opened the back of the Impala.

You crawled in and fell asleep before Dean could even pull out of the parking lot.

"Let's get you home," he breathed.

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destieldisaster · 3 years

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05x08 - Changing Channels

MotW: trickster/gabriel

Any Cas? Yessss

Here we gooooo, so ready for this ep

"I'm gonna need a bigger mouth" yeah, this'll be just as good as I remember

Hey, another scene I thought was from a blooper 😅

That themesong is amazing. Might end up using that as an alarmclock or something

God, imagine watching this episode live, having no idea what's going on

He's watching Doctor Sexy!

The Incredible Hulk did it. That's awesome

Of course Dean knows all the different hulks, he's such a film geek I love him

Sam's got a point about the trickster maybe wanting to help them against Luci, they just don't know he's the devil's brother yet

"Seriously?" loooove how blatently they're making fun of Grey's Anatomy

Oh wow, these characters are 1:1

DEAN SEEING DOCTOR SEXY. HIS FACE. THE FLUSTERING. THE ACTUAL ROMCOM MUSIC.

Shut up Sam, stop shaming Dean for liking a tv show you dick

HI GABRIEL I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Also, hi actress who also plays that random vamp they brought back for the finale! I think I'd rather not think about you!

Oh wow, Sam seriously performed surgery on Dean

God the way he uses the stuff they had access to on the road like freaking dental floss, my god

NUTCRACKER

Hi Cas!

Bye Cas! 😅

Dude, mister trickster is a pretty boy angel

THESE QUESTIONS ARE SO CRUEL THOUGH

SAM'S GOT GENITAL HERPES

Welcome back Cas!

Bye again Cas! 😅

Presumably he recognised Gabriel though, right?

Gabe makes it clear he knows exactly what's going on, but doesn't really explain why he wants the brothers to play their roles. Or tell them who he is..

Of course Dean hates procedural cop shows, Dean hates cops

Those are some TERRIBLE taglines, but they do look good delivering them

Okay sure, you got him, but a stupid stake through the heart won't kill him guys

HA, they thought they were out but instead Sam is the car, this is GOLD

"Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another" ACTUAL QUOTE FROM AN ACTUAL TV SHOW

How did they trick Gabe in his own created universe, though?

"You might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass" the fact that this is technically literal..

Oh Gabriel, poor dude, he just hates seeing his family fight :(

So Dean's just been told that from the actual fucking creation of the world him and Sam being the vessels of the apocalypse has been destiny and he just goes "No. That's not gonna happen." THE BALLS ON THIS MAN

Hello again, Cas! Finally back permanently thankfully. Enjoy the family reunion.. (warning the below gif has some seriously hot energy)

I still don't get how a bit of burning holy water can contain an archangel. They even say forever??? But he can still return Cas, so he should be able to get himself out of it some way? Or, you know.. maim the brothers?

Wow, telling an archangel he's too afraid to stand up to his family. Again, THE BALLS

#fucking fantastic episode of course #it has a freaking 9.7 on imdb and that's actually fair #so so so good #spn rewatch #05x08 #Changing Channels #rewatch potential #supernatural

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winchesterbrotherstan · 4 years

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SPN- Bloodlust (2.03)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: While investigating a case, the siblings run across someone from a familiar background. Dean clicks right away, but Sam and Olive are weary. Chaos ensues.

Warnings: blood (lol duh), fighting, choking, idk writing part of this made me sad but i did it for the ~drama~

Word Count: 6078

“Whoo! Listen to her purr!” Dean turned to Sam and I with a huge grin. “Have you ever heard anything so sweet?”

I giggled, overjoyed to see him so happy. He had fixed Baby up, and she looked better than when Dad gave her to us.

“You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.” Sam teased.

Dean shook his head, the smile still on his face. “Oh, don’t listen to him, Baby. He doesn’t understand us.”

I giggled again, and Sam laughed.

“You two are in good moods.”

I shrugged. “I’m happy that Dean’s happy.”

Dean grinned and leaned over to press a quick kiss to my forehead.

“Got my car, got my baby siblings, got a case. Things are looking up.”

“Wow.” Sam scoffed playfully. “You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you’re Mr. Sunshine.”

Dean laughed. “How far to Red Lodge?”

“Uh, about another three hundred miles.” Sam threw an arm over the back of the seats.

Dean grinned wider. “Good.”

***

“Why do I have to stay in the car?” I whined.

“Because I said so.” Dean frowned back.

I sighed. “I didn’t have to stay in the car on other hunts.”

He sighed again. “I know, kid, but you don’t seem like a reporter when it’s the three of us.”

“It’s not even like I can play with Jinx. Sitting in a car is boring.” I huffed.

Jinx was still at Bobby’s. She was going to stay another week before we picked her up, since she loved his house and he loved her.

“Then say I’m your daughter and you couldn’t find a babysitter!” I begged, chin resting on the windowsill.

He huffed, then looked at Sam. Sam shrugged.

“It’s not that far off.”

He sighed again. “Fine. Fine, but you’re Sam’s kid. Come on.”

***

“The murder investigation is ongoing, and that’s all I can share with the press at this time.”

I was sitting in a chair across from the sheriff’s open door. Sam and Dean were in suits and ties. They were reporters today, and I was Sam’s teenage kid. I could see Sam and Dean from my spot, but not the sheriff. He sure as hell sounded ridiculous though, which proved enough entertainment for me.

“Sure, sure, we understand that.” Sam nodded. “But just for the second, you found the first, uh… head… last week, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, and the other victim, a uh, Christina Flanigan…”

“That was two days ago. Is there-”

There was a knock on the open door, and the blond girl pointed at her watch.

“Oh. Sorry, gentlemen, but time’s up. Looks like we’re done here.”

“One last question-”

“Yeah, what about the cattle?” Dean cut Sam off.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and stayed silent, eyes closed.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained… over a dozen cases.” Dean reminded him.

“What about them?”

Dean gave Sam a look, and I cleared my throat. Sam was quick to save Dean.

“You don’t think there’s a connection?”

“Connection? With?”

“First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritualistic stuff.”

“You know, like satanic cult ritualistic.” Dean’s eyebrows rose.

The sheriff laughed. “You…” He stopped laughing upon seeing that Sam and Dean were completely serious. “You’re not kidding.”

“No.” Dean shook his head with a sickly sweet smile that soon faded.

“Those cows aren’t being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?”

“How?” Sam instantly shot back.

“Because there’s no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it’s just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that’s what gravity does. But hey, it could be satan.” He scoffed. “What newspaper did you say you worked for?”

Sam and Dean both cleared their throats, but Dean beat him to it. “World Weekly News.”

“Weekly World News.” Sam corrected.

“World… I’m new.” He chuckled.

The sheriff snorted. “Get out of my office.”

***

“Dean, I’ve been in a morgue before.” I whined.

“Yeah, I don’t care. You’re staying in the car, where it’s safe.”

I scoffed. “Safe from what? A dead guy?”

“Olive.” He was serious. “This is not up for debate. You are staying in the car. Do you understand me?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I sighed. “Be careful. Please.”

He smiled and ducked his head back in through the car window. “Love you, sweetpea.”

“Love you too. Bye, Sammy.”

“Bye, bug, be back soon.”

***

The boys slunk into the car with matching looks on their faces.

“What happened?” I sat up.

Dean huffed and Sam shook his head.

“We got something weird on our hands, Ol.”

“Like what?”

Dean glanced at me in the rearview. “Vamps.”

“Hey, Ollie, you got your fake ID on you?”

I grinned as I flashed it. “Always.”

***

“How’s it going?” Dean asked as we sat down at the bar.

“Living the dream. What can I get for you?”

“Two beers and a water, please.”

The bartender snorted and I smiled. “Someone’s gotta be able to drive.”

“So, we’re looking for some people.” Sam started.

“Sure. Hard to be lonely.”

Sam smiled. “Yeah, but um…” He pulled out a fifty and stretched it out before dropping it on the bar. “That’s not what I meant.”

The bartender pocketed it and slid us our drinks.

“Right, so these… these people. They would’ve moved here about six months ago. Probably pretty rowdy, like to drink… real night owls, ya know? Sleep all day, party all night.” I took a sip.

“Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They’ve been in here a lot. Drinkers, noisy. I’ve had to 86 them once or twice.”

The boys and I looked at each other. That was all we needed. I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach and latched onto Dean’s arm.

“Thanks.” He smiled and stood.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked, casual.

“We’re being watched.” I said through a smile.

Sam heard me and nodded, pushing Dean to lead so he could bring up the rear. We slunk across the floor and slipped out the back door.

“Alright, I’ll be the bait.” I whispered as I popped to my toes and pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek.

I didn’t give him time to protest it as I slipped into the back alley, leaving them to hide in the shadows. I could hear the man’s footsteps as he followed after me. I stopped at the alley way’s dead end and turned, gun trained between his eyes. It was one of the men that had been sitting in the bar.

“Can I help you?”

He turned to run, and Sam and Dean popped out of their places. Sam pinned him to the wall with a fierce look on his face, and Dean’s knife was at his throat. I put the gun back in my waistband and walked over, feeling like a total badass even though my brothers were doing all the work.

I framed myself between them and scowled. “Smile.”

“What?”

“Show us those pearly whites.” Dean growled.

“Oh, for the love of… do you wanna stick that thing someplace else? I’m not a vampire.”

I glanced up at Sam, who side-eyed me, then Dean.

“That’s right. I heard you guys in there.”

“What do you know about vampires?” Sam snapped.

“How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife’s making me itch.”

Dean tilted his head.

Oh how tragic.

The man tried to stand straight, and Sam slammed him back into the wall.

“Hey! Whoa. Easy there, chachi.”

I held back a growl as I glared at the man.

I wish Dad was here.

I blinked, taken aback.

Had the voice in my head just… talked to me?

I miss Dad too.

The man pulled his lips up to show us his gums. “See? Fangless. Happy?”

Sam let him go, and Dean pulled the knife away.

“Now.” The man spat. “Who the hell are you three?”

***

“Sam, Dean, and Olive Winchester.” Gordon Walker, solo hunter spoke. “I can’t believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I’m sorry. It’s big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill ‘em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-”

“You seem to know a lot about our family.” I cut him off.

“Word travels fast.” He sighed. “You know how hunters talk.”

“No.” I shook my head. “We don’t, actually.”

“I guess there’s a lot your dad never told you, huh?”

“So those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” I mocked his tone.

“Yep. Been here two weeks.”

“Did you check out Barker farm?” I spat.

“It’s a bust. Just a bunch of hippies. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.”

“Where’s the nest?” I ignored the rack of fancy equipment that he pulled out of his car.

“Look, girl-”

“Her name’s Olive.” Sam snapped.

“I got this one covered. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a real pleasure meeting you fellas. But I’ve been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I’ll finish it.”

“We could help.” Dean offered, finally getting a word in.

“Thanks, but uh, I’m kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.”

“Come on, man. I’ve been itching for a hunt.” Dean grinned.

“Sorry. But hey, I hear there’s a chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” He shut the back door and got into his car. “It was real good meeting you, though. I’ll buy you a drink on the flip side.”

He drove off, and Dean and Sam both turned to me with strange looks on their faces.

“What?”

“What the hell was that?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Dad never mentioned him, so why did he know so much about our family? He’s not a vamp, but he could be something else. A werewolf, a shifter. Hell, a skinwalker. Or he could just be some very shady dude.”

“Ol, I’ve never seen you go at anybody like that.”

“Yeah, Dean’s right. Not before.” Sam shook his head.

I sighed. “I don’t like his vibes.”

Dean sighed and Sam shrugged. “Alright. Let’s go.”

***

“Hey!” I roared, fangs on display.

The vamp turned with an open mouth and wide eyes. Sam took the chance to pull Gordon out from under the power saw, helping him to his feet. The vamp came at me full force, and Dean picked up a loose crowbar and hit him with it. The vamp fell under the saw, and I watched as Dean moved without hesitation. He drove the crowbar into the vamp’s chest before throwing a few punches.

He lowered the saw, cutting the vamp’s head off. His face got sprayed with blood, and I jumped at the sound of bones crunching. Sam reached for me and pulled me into his chest. I hid my face in his shirt and shook, horrified. I had seen Dean kill, but this sent chills down my spine.

There was a long silence, and Sam ran a hand through my hair.

“It’s okay, bug. I’ve got ya.”

“So uh… I guess I gotta buy you that drink.”

Dean laughed, and I shrunk further into Sam.

“Yeah. Hey, babes.” He reached for me, and I forced Sam back as I moved forward, away from Dean.

Dean stared at me, confused. “What…”

Sam eyed him and shook his head. I turned and huddled back into Sam’s chest.

Too much blood.

***

I was curled up in the chair, leaning into Sam’s side as much as I possibly could. Dean was on my other side, because it was either him or Gordon, but I didn’t want anybody except Sam.

“Here you go.” The waitress came by, placing another round, as well as the bill, down on the table.

Dean reached for his wallet, and Gordon waved his hand.

“No, no, I got it.”

“Come on.” Dean tried.

“I insist.” Gordon handed a 50 to the waitress. “Thank you, sweetie.”

My stomach churned and I pressed my head further into Sam. He wrapped his arm tighter around me.

“Another one bites the dust.” Gordon raised his glass.

Bad vibes, bad vibes, bad vibes.

I swallowed, hard.

I know.

“Dean.” Gordon laughed, and I shivered.

It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. Like he had broken some ancient, blood-rule.

“You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.”

“Thank you.” Dean grinned.

“That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Yep.” Dean took a swig of his beer and glanced at us. “You alright, Sammy?”

“I’m fine.”

“Princess?”

“Feel sick.” I mumbled, not moving from the security of Sam’s grip.

“Well, come on. Smile, princess. Lighten up a little, Sammy.”

I clenched my jaw and a growl slipped its way through my throat. Sam scowled.

“He’s the only one who gets to call us that.”

“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.”

“Right. Well, decapitations aren’t my idea of a good time, I guess. And my little sister is sick to her stomach, so excuse me for not throwing a party.”

“Oh, come on, guys. It’s not like it was human. You’ve gotta have a little more fun with your job.”

“See?” Dean’s face lit up, and I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him! Sam, you could learn a thing or two from this guy.”

Sam looked back and forth between the two, a look of disgust forming on his face. “Yeah. I bet I could.”

I tugged on his jacket. “Sams, can we go home? Think I’m gonna puke.”

He nodded. “Look, I’m not gonna bring you guys down, and Olive really doesn’t feel well. We’re just gonna go back to the motel.”

Dean sighed. “You sure?”

Sam nodded as he stood, helping me stay steady on my feet.

“Alright. Hey, buttercup.” Dean reached for me again, and I stumbled back into Sam’s hold.

Dean sighed and looked down. He tossed the keys at Sam without looking.

“Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later, Sammy, yeah?”

Sam only rolled his eyes.

“Bye, De.”

He said nothing. My bottom lip quivered, and Sam swiftly picked me up by the waist, letting me cry into his neck.

“Come on, bug. Let’s go home.”

***

“How’re you feeling, honey?” Sam whispered, putting a hand up to my forehead.

I shrugged. “Better, I guess.”

“Yeah. Maybe your tummy just needed to get all the yucky out, yeah?”

I nodded. Sam had rushed home so that I could barf. He held my hair back during, then made sure I brushed my teeth afterwards. He had braided my hair and put me in bed so I could sleep. The last time he had taken care of me, I was eleven, so the old habit was dying hard.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Sammy.” I mumbled.

He smiled and bent over, kissing my forehead. “Of course, baby. You gonna be okay if I make a phone call real quick?”

I nodded. “Can I get a ginger ale?”

He smiled. “Yeah, I’ll go after I’m done on the phone.”

I sniffed. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, pressing another kiss to my face. He sat down on the other bed with a wink as he pulled out his phone.

“Hey, Ellen, Sam Winchester.”

I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I watched him.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. Just got a question.”

I turned onto my side, focusing on Sam’s face.

“You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?”

A pause.

“And?”

Sam caught my eye and made a silly face at me. I smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders.

“Well, we ran into him on a job and we’re kinda working with him, I guess.”

Sam’s face morphed into one of confusion. “I… I thought you said he was a good hunter. Wait, Ellen… Right…” He nodded. “Okay. Uh, alright. Thanks, talk later.”

He shut the phone and sighed.

“What is it, Sams?”

He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about, bunny.”

I sniffled again. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, smoothing my hair out. “Yeah, I’m sure. Okay. You get some rest, I’m gonna go get your ginger ale, alright?”

I nodded, letting my eyes fall shut. “Love you, bambi.”

He smiled. “Love you too, baby girl.” He kissed my head. “Get some shut eye.”

***

“Hey. Hey, Ollie. Olive. Baby girl, wake up.”

I rolled over to see Dean shaking me. I inched away as I sat up, squinting. I caught a glimpse of Gordon at the table and my chest clenched.

You aren’t safe. You aren’t safe, you aren’t safe, you aren’t safe.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked, beginning to struggle to breathe.

“Figured you’d know.” Dean tried to move closer, and my chest began to ache like I had just been shot.

“Uh-”

“Car’s parked outside. Probably went for a walk. Seems like the take-a-walk type.” Gordon cut me off.

I scowled, and Dean shook his head, unconvinced.

“Yeah, he is, but…”

The door opened, and Sam walked in. I scrambled out of bed. I dodged Dean as best as I could as I jumped over the other bed and made a beeline for Sam. He caught me in his arms and glared at Gordon.

“Sammy.” I whimpered.

“I’m here, bug. I’m here.” He cradled my head.

“Sam, where you been?”

“Can we talk? Alone?”

Dean sighed. “Mind chilling out for a couple minutes?”

Gordon shrugged, and Sam opened the door. I shuffled out past him, leaning into his side as he began down the stairs.

“Oh, I’m…” I trailed off, looking down at my bare feet.

Sam scooped me and placed me on his hip without a word. “Dean, maybe we gotta rethink this hunt.”

“What’re you talking about? Where you been? I got here and Olive was all alone.”

“I was in the nest, Dean.”

“What?” My eyes went huge. “Are you okay?”

“You found it?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright, bug.” He sighed. “They found me, man.”

“How’d you get out? How many’d you kill?”

Sam scowled. “None.”

“Well, Sam, they didn’t just let you go.” Dean scoffed.

“That’s exactly what they did.”

“Alright, well where is it?” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed.

Sam shook his head. “I was blindfolded. I don’t know.”

“You’ve gotta know something, Sam.”

“We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen.” Sam sighed. “Maybe we shouldn’t go after them.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I don’t think they’re like other vamps, Dean!” He hissed. “I don’t think they’re killing people.”

“You’re joking.” Dean scowled. “Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the fuck they are.”

“The cattle mutilations.” I realized, looking up at Sam.

He nodded. “They said they live off animal blood.”

“And you believed them?” Dean was shocked.

“Look at him, Dean. He doesn’t even have a scratch on him. No bites, no blood, no bumps or bruises.” I ran a hand through Sam’s hair. “They didn’t hurt him. And they didn’t hurt me either. I was asleep in the room, they could’ve killed me, easy.”

“Wait, so you two are saying…” Dean shook his head. “No, man. No way. I dunno why they let you go, and I don’t really care. We find ‘em and we waste ‘em.”

“But why?” I stressed.

“What part of vampires don’t you understand, Ol? If it’s supernatural, we kill it, end of story.”

He kept talking, but I couldn’t hear him.

We’re supernatural. Is he gonna kill us?

“Dean! Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren’t killing people, they’re not evil!” Sam spat.

“Sam, they’re all the same. They’re not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them!”

We’re not human. Is he gonna kill us?

“Gordon’s been on those vamps for a year, man. He knows.”

“Gordon?”

No!

I tensed up in Sam’s arms, and he held me tighter.

“You’re taking his word for it?”

“That’s right.”

“Ellen says he’s bad news.” Sam hissed.

“You called Ellen?”

Sam nodded.

Of course!

“And I’m supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. No thanks, I’ll go with Gordon.”

“Right, cause Gordon’s such an old friend. You think I can’t see what this is?”

“What are you talking about?” Dean fired back.

“He’s a substitute for Dad, isn’t he? A poor one.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“He’s not even close, Dean.” Sam growled. “Not even on his best day.”

“You know what, Sam? I’m not even going to talk about this.”

“You know, you can slap that big fake smile on your face, but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad’s dead, and he left a hole, and it hurts so bad that you can’t take it. But you can’t just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It’s an insult to his memory.”

Dean took a breath, then stared right at Sam. “Put her down, Sam.”

“What?”

“Put her down.”

“Wait, no, Sams-”

“Put her down or she’s gonna get hurt too!”

“Sammy-”

Dean ripped me from Sam and pushed me over onto the floor. I crumbled against the wet pavement, in shock. Dean punched Sam clear across the face and I began to cry.

“You can hit me all you want, Dean. It won’t change anything.”

Dean took another swing, and I stumbled to my feet. I let out a growl, baring my fangs at Dean. He turned to me with death in his eyes and knocked me to the ground, hand on my neck.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Olive?”

I only growled louder, and he raised a fist. I shut my eyes and flinched, but it never came. Sam pushed him off onto the ground and kept him pinned.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re gonna hit her? You gonna punch your baby sister?”

“I’m going to that nest.” Dean shoved Sam off and got to his feet. “You don’t wanna tell me where it is, fine. I’ll find it myself.”

“Dean!”

Dean turned on his heel and walked away. Sam turned and brought me to my feet.

“Olive.”

“I’m okay.”

“It’s okay if you’re not okay.”

I coughed, put a hand up, and turned. I leaned over and puked again, only this time what came up was blood from my mouth and stomach acid. Sam rubbed a circle on my back.

“I’m okay. I’m okay, let’s just go.” I stood straight and took off after Dean.

“Dean!” Sam called.

He was in the motel room, which was empty.

“Gordon?” He called.

“You think he went after them?” Sam asked.

“Probably.” Dean scowled. “I fucking hope so.”

“Dean, we have to stop him.” I spat.

“Really, Olive? Because I say we lend a hand.”

“Dean, you just took me down in the middle of a parking lot.” I hissed. “Give Sam the benefit of the doubt. You owe me that.”

“Olive-”

“This is not a debate, Dean. Either you trust Sam or I’ll leave and I will never come back.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“And I thought you would never lay a hand on me.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll drive. Gimme the keys.”

Sam sighed and pointed to the table, where he had set the keys when we got home.

“He snaked the keys.”

“Mother fucker.”

***

Dean grimaced as he hotwired Baby. A few sparks later, her engine turned over and she purred like she had earlier today.

“I can’t believe this.” He groaned. “I just fixed her up, too.”

I leaned into Sam’s side and refused to look up. Dean sighed. I could already feel his guilt, but I didn’t wanna hear anything from him right now, even if it was an apology.

“So the bridge… is that all you got?”

Sam nodded, tracing over the map. “The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.”

“How do you know?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I counted.” He traced the trail. “They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.”

Dean huffed. “You’re good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good. Alright kids, ready to rock and roll?”

I finally looked up at him and said nothing. My neck hurt, I had scraped my elbow, and my fangs had cut through parts of my lip. This was his fault.

He sighed again, then looked back at the road. “Let’s go.”

***

“Come on.” Dean pushed me slightly behind him.

“Don’t touch me.” I snarled at him, backing away from him and into Sam.

“I’m sorry.” He shrunk down.

“Just stay with me, bug.” Sam whispered as Dean led the way into the farmhouse.

“Sam, Dean, Olive. Come on in.”

“Hey, Gordon.” Dean was at attention. “What’s going on?”

“Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man’s blood. She’s gonna tell us where all her little friends are, aren’t you? Wanna help?”

“Look, man…” Dean trailed off.

“Grab a knife.” Gordon gestured to the knives on the table. “I was just about to start in on the fingers.”

He dragged a knife covered in blood across her arm, and her veins pulsated black, tracing away from the cut. I gasped.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Let’s all just chill out, huh?”

“I’m completely chill.” Gordon smiled.

“Gordon, put the knife down.” Sam took a step toward him.

I grabbed his wrist and Dean put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“Sounds like it’s Sam here who needs to chill.”

“Just step away from her, alright?”

“You’re right. I’m wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery.” Gordon whipped out a larger knife. “I just sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.”

I took a step forward as a growl flowed past my lips. Gordon’s eyes locked on me, and I froze.

We fucked up.

Dean stepped in front of me, and I huddled behind him, hands gripping his jacket.

“Gordon, I’m letting her go.” Sam went at him.

“You’re not doing a damn thing.” The knife went up to Sam’s chest.

“Hey, hey, hey, Gordon. Let’s talk about this.” Dean’s hands went up.

“What’s there to talk about. It’s like I said Dean, no shades of grey.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear ya. And I know how you feel.” Dean moved closer, and I moved with him, horrified.

“Do you?”

“The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one-”

He stopped as Gordon started to laugh.

“Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn’t kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down. And I killed her myself.”

“You did what?”

“It wasn’t my sister anymore. It wasn’t human. I didn’t blink. And neither would you.”

My blood ran cold, and Dean reached behind him, his hand landing on my arm. I moved to hold his hand in mine and gripped it. He locked eyes with me over his shoulder.

His eyes said it all.

I’m so sorry.

I sighed and leaned against his shoulder.

He would blink.

“So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren’t killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn’t care.” Sam shook his head.

“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we’re supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn’t change what they are. And I can prove that.”

Gordon twisted Sam’s arm back and sliced it. Sam grunted as Gordon put the knife to his throat and dragged him to Lenore. Dean pulled his gun and cocked it faster than I could blink.

“Let him go. Now!”

Sam looked horrified, and I panted, trying to hold back.

“Relax. If I wanted to kill him he’d already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” He twisted Sam’s arm again and squeezed.

His blood began to fall on Lenore’s face. She gasped before her fangs extended and she began to hiss.

“Hey!” Dean shouted.

“Think she’s so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They’re all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.”

Lenore regained control of herself. Her fangs went back inside, and she turned her face away, crying.

“No. Please, no.”

“You hear her, Gordon?” Sam challenged.

“No! No!” Lenore hung her head low.

Sam pushed the knife away from his throat and backed away from Gordon. “We’re done here.”

“Sam, get her out of here.”

“Yeah.” Sam picked her up. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”

Gordon took a step toward Sam, and Dean kept the gun trained on him.

“Uh-uh. No. Gordon, I think you and I’ve got some things to talk about.” Dean inched closer.

“Get out of my way.” Gordon put the knife back up.

I pulled my gun and cocked it, aiming between his eyes once more. “Sorry. Not gonna happen.”

“You’re not serious, Dean.”

“I’m having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me.”

Gordon eyed his knife before jamming it into the table. “Fine.”

Dean eyed the knife and nodded. He pulled the clip from his gun and set it on the table. I put the safety back on mine and tucked it into my waistband. Dean and I looked at each other. He had a soft smile on his face, and I felt close to tears.

Gordon came at him and punched him across the face. I pulled my gun again, but they were tussling back and forth, and I couldn’t get a clean shot. Gordon grabbed the knife again, and Dean let out a groan. They kept fighting, but my hand wasn’t steady enough to knock Gordon without hitting Dean. Dean knocked the knife out of his hand.

“What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean. We’re on the same side here.”

“I don’t think so, you sadistic bastard.”

Gordon took Dean back to the ground, and I groaned as Dean grunted, hitting the floor.

“You’re not like your brother and sister. You’re a killer. Like me.” Gordon howled.

Dean rolled away, and I grinned, finally lining up my shot. Clean through the knee. Gordon screamed, and Dean smiled at me. He pinned him down and slammed His head into a wall.

“Oops, sorry.”

Gordon was now out cold, and I pulled over a chair so Dean could tie him up.

“You know. I might be like you, and I might now. But you’re the one tied up right now.” Dean grumbled before spitting in his face.

He turned to me and gave me the same small smile from earlier. I slowly made my way to him and accepted a hug, resting my head against his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Olive.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“I shouldn’t have put my hands on you. I’m so sorry.”

I nodded again. “I know. I shouldn’t have lost it in public.”

“I shouldn’t have hit Sam either. I’m sorry.”

I nodded a third time. “I’m sorry too. You miss Dad more than Sam and I do, and we should try to respect how you’re coping.”

He let out a soft laugh. “I really lucked out with you, kid.”

Another nod. “I know. I love you, De.”

“I love you too, baby girl. My sweet, beautiful girl.”

***

“Did I miss anything?” Sam asks as he walks back into the barn.

“Nah, not much.” Dean shakes his head. “Lenore get out okay?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. All of em did.”

He eyes Olive, who is fast asleep on the floor, her head in Dean’s lap. He looks at Dean, who smiles.

“We made up.”

Sam grins. “Good.”

“Then I guess our work here is done. How you doing, Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?” Dean taunts.

Gordon glares.

“Alright. Well, get comfy. We’ll call someone in two or three days, have them come out and untie you.”

He shakes Olive awake, who groans and rubs her eyes. She remembers what happened last night and tries to dig her head into Dean’s leg so that she won't have to get up. He laughs as Sam grabs her by the hands and drags her to her feet. She huffs.

“Ready to go, De?”

“Not yet.” Dean sighs. “I guess this is goodbye. Well, it’s been real.” He smiles his charming smile before punching Gordon at full force, sending him flying backwards in his chair.

Sam clears his throat as Olive giggles. He turns to his younger siblings with a smile.

“Okay. I’m good now. We can go.”

***

“Hey, sweetheart.” Dean cups Olive’s face as they stretch outside of the farmhouse, basking in the sun.

“What?” She asks, cheeks smushed.

“I need you to know that I will never lay a hand on you again. Okay? I will never hurt you again. Ever. I love you.”

She nods, feeling tears well into her eyes. “Okay. I love you too.”

He pulls her into his chest and kisses the top of her head. Olive wipes the tears away from her eyes. Dean may be a douchebag at times, but he’s her brother, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

“Okay. Okay.” He clears his throat and stands, setting his feet apart like a boxer would. “Sam, clock me one.”

“What?”

“Yeah. You get a freebie, and then Olive gets to do whatever the hell she wants. Come on, let’s go.”

Sam and Olive cock their heads, staring at each other, and then their big brother.

“No.”

“Come on, I won’t even hit ya back. Let’s go.”

“You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I’ll take a raincheck.”

Olive giggles, and Dean turns to her, patting his cheek. “Come on. Your go.”

She smiles and runs at him, but jumps into his arms. He catches her with a groan as he stumbles backward. She’s not heavy, but Dean’s so tired that he wishes she would’ve bitten clean through his arm instead.

“This is my punishment?”

“Yeah, you gotta carry me to the car.” She grins as she gets comfy in his hold.

He sighs, patting her back as the siblings start back toward their car.

“What is it, De?”

“I wish we never took this job. It’s jacked everything up.”

Sam and Olive share another look.

“What do you mean?”

“Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy. Our whole lives.”

Sam nods. “Okay?”

“What if… what if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing? Ya know? I mean, the way Dad raised us…”

“Dean… after what happened to Mom… Dad did the best he could.”

“I know he did.” Dean sighs. “But the man wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things. And man, I hate em. I do. Olive’s the only creature I’ve ever loved. When I killed that vamp at the mill, I didn’t even think about it. Hell, I enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t kill Lenore.” Olive pipes up.

“No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill em all, ya know.”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam starts. “But you didn’t. And that’s what matters.”

Dean scoffs. His younger siblings keep him grounded, and he knows that. But he’ll be damned if he admits that.

“Yeah, well, cause you two are major pains in my ass.”

Sam grins. “Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then.”

“Thanks.” Dean whispers.

Sam grins. He can’t tell if Dean’s whispering because he feels weak or because Olive is sleeping again. He smiles either way.

“Don’t mention it.”

Sam climbs into the car. Dean opens the back door and lays Olive down, letting her curl up onto her side. He peels off his jacket and lays it over her with a smile. He shuts the door, stares at the sunset, and then gets in the car and drives off.

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Destiel Fic Rec List Part 2

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 35 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

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Kiss and Make it Better by annehiggins E | 9k

Both the forces of Heaven and Hell are after Dean and Castiel, but sometimes a kiss really does make it all better.

Sweet little loving and bonding fic.

Retreat into Silence by annehiggins E | 16k | Fluff, Angst, Alt!Canon

Written for this prompt by deceptivechasm on the no longer exists LJ simon_says_dean: “Something very traumatic happens to Dean while he's with Sam (or Sam was away) which causes him to stop talking, *again*. Sam didn't know about the first time, and has to ask Bobby (or John) about what happened after his mum died.”

Sweet, adorable, and really schmoopy with added angst.

I Know What You Like by JinxedAmbitions E | 4k | Pornstar AU, Bottom!Cas

Castiel agrees to help Gabriel out by being a production assistant at his porn company. However, when porn star Dean Winchester comes onto him on set, who is Cas to say no, especially when Dean seems to know all the things that turn Cas on most?

Hnnnghgggg.

Consort by Valyria E | 139k [WIP] | Angst, Medieval AU, bottom!dean

When King John of the West Saxons forms an alliance with a neighboring Christian kingdom, his eldest son Dean ends up playing a role he never expected.

Valyria's fabulous (currently WIP) Medieval AU is a must-read. Definitely a slow burn fic--includes very bad/painful sex, but with a great payoff.

What Was Lost Still Leaves Its Mark by shieldmaiden_of_celestial_intent E | 4k | Hot, Alt!Canon, Sub!Cas, Demon!Dean, Dom!Dean, Praise Kink

Demon Dean captures Castiel and tries to force him to play out a few of his fantasies. Cas soon finds himself willing because Dean still retains some of the good qualities of his human life. It starts out with dubious consent but consent is given later. There is a confrontation where Dean makes Cas strip. If you love Dean's panty kink this figures prominently. This is from Cas' POV and gets romantic and hopeful toward the end. This is canon compliant up to the season 9 finale. Castiel is powered down and has human drives like sex and sleep. Dean dominates him but does not hurt him.

I'm not usually a huge fan of subby!cas because it usually feels ooc to me, but this is. I'm. This is just... Yes. Really hot. Warning for dubious consent at the beginning.

Words with Friends by betty days E | 22k | Human AU, Sub!Dean, Dom!Cas, BDSM |

"Dean Winchester is as straight as an arrow. He’s a lady’s man of epic proportions: the king of the one night stand, the messiah of the friends with benefits paradigm, the emperor of perpetual bachelorhood. Except, apparently, when it comes to his best friend, Castiel Novak. Wherein a longstanding acquaintanceship leads to friendship, then best friendship, then sexting, then dirty talk, then mutual masturbation, then, inevitably, fucking.

Smoking hot and full of feels.

Little Motels by Lovely_Phrase E | 238k | Human AU

After John's death, Dean must travel to California to find his estranged brother and deliver the bad news. He takes Castiel with him, despite the newness of their relationship, and finds himself falling in love while staying in a series of little motels. What he discovers after arriving at Stanford is enough to destroy what's left of him, but Dean isn't willing to give up what they have together that easily.

Wow. This was RIDICULOUSLY long and I can't really believe I finished it. Regardless of the intimidating length (heh), it was a captivating story. Though it edged near soap opera levels of drama at times, the plot was sure, the characters grew and developed, and the writing was excellent. Very good read--highly recommended. Perhaps not for the sensitive (in regards to Drugs or abuse). Also not for john!stans.

Dragon Healing for Pleasure and Profit by whelvenwings G | 6K | Fluff, Wizarding World AU, wizard!dean

When Cas, a zoologist and aspiring author, moves into the house next door, Dean can't help but go over and say hi. He hadn't reckoned, however, on Cas' determination to discover whatever it is that's living in the nearby woods. Dean should follow his instructions and send the guy away, and yet there's always something stopping him. After all, whoever said a muggle couldn't heal a dragon?

OMG AMAZING!! Wizarding World AUs are the best, and this muggle/magical person romance is super sweet.

A Fine Frenzy by the_gabih E | 8k | A/b/O AU, omega!dean, alpha!cas

The rest of Dean's family have these romantic, almost fairytale stories of how they first met their mates. Dean? Not so much. But he's okay with that.

Super hot. Apparently an abandoned WIP, but it's mostly porn so that doesn't really matter.

The Vessel by chellefic E | 7k | Alt!canon, body sharing

When his vessel goes missing, Castiel turns to Dean for help.

I love this fic! Vessel fics/sharing bodies is always a fun and sometimes sexy trope. This definitely delivers on both of those fronts.

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know ❤ by leah k E | 20k | Fluff, Alt!Canon

Dean doesn't even get halfway through explaining before Bobby starts laughing. When he lets himself think about it for more than five seconds, Dean can almost see Bobby's point: he's faced down demons, witches, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels, and Satan himself and now he's been defeated by the God damn Midwest.

This fic was AMAZING. I want to wrap it up in a blanket and cuddle it. Maybe hump it or something. Idk, I'm flexible.

Unusual by Yosei E | 12k | ABO AU, omega!dean

Now that Sam was in college half-way across the country, Dean needed a roommate in order to keep the spacious apartment (with his own room!) that he'd come to love and call home. With Sam's non-stop worrying, he finally convinces Dean to meet a possible roommate. Who knew that it would be the beautiful dark-winged archangel with a PhD., Castiel Novak?

Come a Little Undone by FagurFiskur E | 3k | Fluff, Teacher AU, Bottom!Dean, Top!cas

"Well?" Cas prompted, turning his face to the side to look up at Dean. "Are you going to get started? Something about the annoyed tone in Cas' voice, as if he were the one doing Dean a favor and not the other way around, pissed Dean off enough so that his better judgment took the backseat for just a moment. Unfortunately, that moment was long enough so that by the time it ended, Dean was already straddling Cas' thighs. Written for this prompt: Cas and Dean are teachers. It's the end of the year. Cas is stressed out with grading. How does Dean help?

Short, sweet, and hot. Pining!dean and massages yay.

Sex 101 by betty days E | 50k | Hot, Dancer AU, Alt!Canon, Slow Burn

or: That Time Castiel Asked Dean to Teach Him How to Have Sex. "I want to have sex," Castiel announces suddenly. Dean chokes on his gulp of Baha Blast. Wherein Dean teaches Cas how to have sex, and Cas teaches Dean why to have sex. This fic is filled with music, literature, fluff, angst, smut, feels, and glitter. Lots and lots of glitter.

This AU will just suck you in. God, I love dancer!dean. It started out with some super hot vouyerism, and progressed to self discovery and more super hot things. Yay.

Dean Winchester Is a Gay Virgin by betty days E | 79k | Hot, Angst, College AU, Mafia AU, Gay Panic

"Dean Winchester has a grand total of two big secrets: Secret #1 is that he’s a virgin. Secret #2 is that he’s gay. Dean Winchester is a college junior, a full-time mechanic, and a baseball superstar. He's so far in the closet, he can't find a way out. Then he meets Castiel Krushnic, the totally dreamy President of the LGBTQA Alliance at school, and finds out that Cas has some dark secrets of his own.

Wow. This is not what I thought I'd be getting into by the title. I was expecting a nice college AU and then there was unexpectedly the mafia, gritty angst, and family feels. What a ride. If this were a book, I would buy the fuck out of it.

Learning to Breathe by underneathitall E | 114k | Fluff, Angst, Hospital AU

Dean Winchester was just admitted to the Psychiatric Ward for minors at Lawrence Hospital after a car accident that killed his father but left him alive. When he finds out his roommate is a kid he used to go to school with, Castiel Novak, they start to make a hesitant friendship. At first, Dean's only focus is to get out as fast as he can without any attachments. Soon after that, he discovers that making friendships with other patients in the hospital and developing feelings for Cas might be what he really needed to get through this all along.

ahhsgahahhHhhh I loved this so much! It manages to be weirdly fluffy and feel-good even though it deals with majorly angsty stuff (mental ward, hello).

Just Kisses by tiptoe39 E | 2k | Hot, PWP

Castiel's not ready for anything beyond kisses. So Dean just kisses him. Everywhere.

Hot and sweet.

Tales from the Bunker of Domesticity by teaandjumpers M | 17k | Fluff, Alt!Canon

Moments of domesticity between Dean and Cas (and occasionally Sam) in the Men of Letters bunker. Essentially, this is a story about the boys building a home together.

NnoOoOooOoOooo this was so domestic and lovely!

The One With Dean's Anal Beads by triedunture E | 1k | | Hot, PWP, bottom!dean

Complete PWP: anal beads, multiple, dry/painful orgasms, & dirty talk.

Nnnghhhh

Landing by ladyzanra T | 3k Angst, Canon!verse

“You think in terms of days, Castiel, but there are no days in Heaven,” Hannah tells him, before he leaves. This, Castiel understands, is the reason she does not stop him.

Fuck everything I'm in PAIN.

Simple As That by ashwinchester4 M | 2k | Canon!verse, First Kiss, First Time

Dean Winchester is not very good at doing things in the proper order. That includes his relationship with Castiel. After Cas becomes human, things begin to change slowly, simply, easily. Until everything is different.

Gorgeous. Simple as that.

Let Your Grace Guide You by angel_kink E | 24k | Alt!canon, wing!Kink,

After Castiel heals Dean at Stull, the hunter finds himself with unexpected abilities. He becomes determined to use his newfound powers, with Castiel’s guidance, to rescue Sam from the cage. In order to ensure that their venture to Hell is successful, they are forced to team up with Crowley, who has his own agenda regarding what’s locked up in the pits of Hell. During the course of their alliance, secrets come out, feelings bubble to the surface, and Dean finds himself once again facing an impossibly dangerous situation in an effort to save his brother.

Napoleon in Rags by linzeestyle E | 42k | Alt!canon, fallen!castiel

“So,” Dean says eventually, breath ruffling Castiel’s hair. “You gonna tell us about this place? “I don’t have to,” Castiel says, pushing himself up on his elbows. “If I’m right, it’s nearby. Near something called Tucson.” Dean looks at him incredulously and Castiel scowls. “I was hiding an invaluable relic, not purchasing real estate. There's no such thing as a hunter retirement plan.

Amazing!! Canon compliant from 8x17 and diverges from there :D

Kryptonite in Shades of Blue and Green by Annehiggins E | 12k | Superhero AU

Dean is the only member of the Winchester family without super-powers and has lived with the threat of being used against him all his life. When Dark Angel finally makes threat reality, Dean ends up trapping them together for two months. A lot can happen in two months. Written for this prompt on the spnkink_meme. Technically Dubcon.

Chasing Cars ❤ by ratherbehere E | 45k | Fluff, College AU, Stripper!dean, demisexuality, Slow Burn

After an awkward accidental encounter at a local strip club, Castiel discovers his college roommate, Dean, has a secret career as a stripper, and their relationship begins to change and a bond begins to form. They face the joys and challenges of life together and discover along the way how deeply they've come to care for each other.

THIS WAS AMAZING! So much UST, Demisexual Cas, which is my favorite, and a long, slow burn romance where they are best friends primarily. Love it.

A Weekend Project by narrativeimperative E | 16k | Lawyer AU, a/b/o, Omega!cas, alpha!dean,

Castiel Novak is a lawyer for an important firm. He’s also, to his chagrin, an omega. With the help of heat suppressants and some serious denial, it’s not a problem ... until he meets Dean Winchester. And then it’s very definitely a problem.

Literally the best.

Viva by crowleyo E | 38k | AU, Stripper!Dean, doctor!cas, accidental marriagE |

Dr. Castiel Novak swears he will never let his sister talk him into a surprise trip again. Now he has just woken up in Las Vegas with a hangover, an unknown ring on his finger and a beautiful man next to him. It gets even better, though, when Castiel's last memory from the night before is seeing this man up on a stage in a skimpy cowboy outfit. Now, Castiel has to learn to live a cliche.

Hush by Braceyourself & dresden E | 105k | College AU

He'd heard all he needed to know about Dr. Novak, really. Straight-laced academic, prioritizes punctuality, favours the smartest students; it doesn't bode well for Dean.

Wow, so great! Dommy!Cas, teacher/student AU. There is rape in it, but not between Cas and Dean.

The Seraph by Hywar E | 135k | Creature AU, Dub!con, Dom!cas, Sub!dean

Ever since the seraph were discovered, there's been one rule society has had to adapt to: stay out of open water. Powerful, determined and aggressive, the octopus-human creatures are in a league of their own and have no qualms with taking what they want and attacking what they don't. Now, children learn to swim in man-made lakes and beaches are deserted save for researches and the fool-hearted. Dean Winchester is neither of those things. But a hunt has brought him and Sam, his brother, to one of the many abandoned beaches, where Dean is left with no choice but to take refuge in the water. He should be safe, he thinks, he doesn't go too deep - just deep enough to hide himself and to deter his pursuer. He forgot just how fast the damn things could be, and how determined they were once they had their eyes on something.

AMAZING. Love love love! Dominant!Cas who just wants to take care of his willful, human mate. Also tentacle sex. Be warned for dubious consent (because Cas is very convinced he's doing what Dean wants/needs but Dean is not so sure).

Contact by clotpoleofthelord E | 16k | Alien AU, Tentacles

When aliens land on Earth the first time, Dean ignores it. When they land a second time, he's a little curious. When the third landing happens in his back yard, his life gets very complicated, very fast.

Taking Wing by riseofthefallenone E | 44k

Dean frowns around the cave, his head spinning as he tries to make sense of what he’s seeing with his eyes and his echoes. The smell doesn’t hit him until he’s already staggered to his feet, claws clicking on the stone floor. It’s the scent of another bat; different than any kind he’s smelled before. It’s not exactly unpleasant, but it does strike home a realization that turns his stomach inside out. This place belongs to another bat and Dean has pretty much just basically invaded their home.

This is adorable. I didnt know I could get so attached to two gay anthropomorphic bat people.

Rain by The MigratoryLane E | 2k | | Hot, Canon!verse, PWP

The fact that Dean Winchester was a strikingly handsome man had not eluded him. But the low burn of arousal that now flowed through his veins was entirely foreign not a month ago. Where as an angel the mere sight of Dean’s neck elicited no greater response, now Castiel found that he wanted nothing more than to trace his lips across the stubbled flesh beneath his jaw—to lick and kiss and suck at it until Dean moaned with the sensation.

CASTURBATION!!

Cheers, Angel Eyes by wannaliveindeansdimples E | 20k | AU, bartender Dean, Cop Castiel

Dean Winchester is a bartender. He's noticed a new semi-regular and even given him a nickname. Pretty soon he and "Angel Eyes" become friends. Dean wants more, but is secretive, awkward Castiel ready to give it?

As the author's tags say, no matter the universe or circumstance they always find each other and act all schmoopy.

A Little Slice of heaven by authocracy E | 5k | AU, bottom!cas, wing!Kink

Welcome to A Little Slice of Heaven, where angels stationed on Earth can come, relax, and enjoy themselves. Dance your cares away at our nightclub, or treat yourself to our world-class spa treatments with staff specially trained in the art of wing maintenance. Let our experts turn your stress into pure pleasure. The War is over, and Castiel finds himself bored and lonely in Heaven. He runs into Gabriel, who remembers him from the battlefield and offers to give him a tour of the best places on Earth. The archangel introduces him to his friend Dean, a masseur with magic hands. Castiel, a little self-conscious and shy, doesn't know what Dean means by "extra services" but is eager to spend extra time with him regardless.

Long Time Coming by authocracy E | 13k | Hot, genderswap au

For the prompt: Okay, so in my head, girl!Dean likes her anonymous hookups, likes her slutty biker look and her oversized flannel shirts and skinny jeans. Granted, she's getting a little old for the club scene, but she's always been more of a bar girl. And maybe Sam kind of despairs of her because he's all "RESPECT YOUR BODY AND YOUR MIND DEAN(NA?)" but Dean's never really bought any of that - she likes feeling close to people, and it's hard to with her lifestyle. Plus, there's something powerful about being hot enough to attract as many guys as she does. Thing is, she's not that easy to get off. It takes her time and effort when she's on her own, let alone when there's some guy expecting things of her. And let's be real, a lot of guys in the kind of places she goes to don't really know how to get a girl off. Maybe she's never even come during sex with a guy. Enter Cas.

I love my genderswap fics, and this one is um... really hot.

#destiel #deancas #spn #spn fic rec #destiel fic rec #*#list

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14x18 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

@purpleskiesandcherrypies and @dean-winchesters-baconwon’t be joining us for this one.

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

+MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary *

Giulia: Ugh I’m already tired

Zee: Hold on. The torture just began

Giulia: I don t wanna see cas treated like that by dean. I can t

Zee: Mary!?

Giulia: Pah

D&S: Yo Mom? Jack?

Giulia: I already hate this. Searching for mum in the bunker. Awful.

D: They probably just stopped for a bite on the way back. You know how Mom get

me:

Zee: Can I live there tho?

D: here's to another miraculous Sam Winchester’ survival. Got to say, man, if Jack hadn't have healed you...

D: You know, lately, it feels like we'd be up the creek without that kid.

me:

S: Yep

D: I mean, first, he takes care of Michael and then...Nick.

-uh hu of course the cell is there

D: looks like they left in a hurry.

Giulia: Yeah Sam was gonna be dead and satan was coming back so....

Zee: Oh crap. There’s def something wrong

Oh my poor baby bean Jack

Giulia: it starting. Great AMAZING. Just what I needed at 8 am

Zee: Of course babe

Giulia: CAAAAAAS

C: Nick was trying to raise Lucifer?

Zee: Epic eye roll

Giulia: my epic roll

Castiel is like : my god what a drama queen, my family is a disgrace.

C: [jack and Mary] They’re together?

D: yeah

C: .....A-Alone?

D: Y-Yeah. W-Why do you Yes, Cass, they were together, alone.

C: *sweats*

Giulia: Alone. Oh bother

Zee: Silence

Giulia: Great. GREAT

Castiel in short : Jack killed Felix because he thought it was the merciful thing to do.

Zee: The snake

C: I don’t think Jack’s well, Dean.

-well good fucking morning fucking Vietnam

Zee: Sam’s eye squint

Dean hangs up on Cass

Giulia: I HATE THIS

Zee: Focus babe

Giulia: no I’m already hating Dean, and I know what’s coming and I HATE IT.

Also...can I have Jack’s airline number

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA LOOK AT CASS SPELLED C-A-S-S . SUCK IT BITCHES.

I’m vibrating , I wanna hug Jack so much and tell him everything is gonna be alright, my baby...I’m so sorry no ONE IN THIS FUCKING SHOW FUCKING TALKS TO EACH OTHER.

A wilde Nick appears.

Giulia: Fuck him

Zee: Careful with what comes out of your mouth

Red fucking eyes

Giulia: The fuck

J: that’s not possible, you’re-

N: Dead? Yeah alright you got me.I’m not Nick, I’m not Lucifer-

giulia: oh thank god

N: I’m you

Zee: What?

Giulia: That’s way worse thanks

Zee: Oh come the fuck on

Zee: Dying?

Giulia: STOP THIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW

Zee: Actual pain

N: Buddy, you killed Mary Winchester. You cannot come back from that, and you know it.

Giulia: oh. And fuck Nick too

Zee: In my chest

Giulia: Fuck lucifer too

N: All right? You've been flapping your wings all around, trying to run away from what you did.

Zee: You won’t. You can’t

Giulia: U really can t

Zee: Tell Sam and Dean that

N: I'm sure they'll understand. It's not like family isn't everything to them.

Giulia: Can’t he just bring her back the fuck. That’s what happened alright. Mary got turned in ash again.

- AND also....like...it really was an accident, and ok maybe they would have a fucking hard time to accept that and maybe be mad , rightly so...but....y’all need to speak to each other. But then again....there would be no supernatural without family not speaking to each other.

I love how Sam says that Cass will be there too and he looks at Dean like....your bf is gonna be there you better be nice.

S: And -- And Jack -- I mean... he must have thought he was helping, you know, being kind.

Giulia: Thanks Sam

Zee: Dean is kinda fed up

Giulia: I’m not team Dean this time. Well he can stuff it i don t give a shit

Zee: Come on. Just wait.

Giulia: U ...snooped around didn’t ya?

Zee: No no. I’m also hoping he’s not an asshole I have faith

Giulia: That’s not your brain talking. Dean is an asshole, he’s my asshole, but he’s an asshole and that’s my heart talking, I don t even care.

Giulia: We ve been knew

Zee: Bold of you to assume I have one

Also...I’m kinda worried that Dean was already thinking about the box at this point.

D: We don't know that he doesn't have a soul!

I mean from this sentence alone....he thinks that he could have done that with or without his soul.

Zee: BBQ nick

Giulia: GREAT, DEAN....TOUCH THE ASH, AMAZING.

Zee: More than bbq Mary

Giulia: you mean “SMOKED MARY”

too soon?

Giulia: aw bb

Giulia: oh wow gotta love that empty fucking stare on Castiel. that looks so good. amazing . 10/10

Zee: Yeah. Cas is ok

Giulia: AW

C: I could heal you. If you'll let me.

M: I’m okay

Zee: Let him bitch

C:Are you still afraid of me?

*gasps*

M: Maybe a little

*GASPS*

Giulia: why, what’s your problem with instant healing?

Zee: The sad smile tho

Giulia: Listen-

Giulia: I’m hurting MY BABY, HOW IN THE HELL COULD YOU BE AFRAID OF THAT BUMBLEBEE OF AN ANGEL * sobs*

C: I know you know this, Mary, but, um.. Sam and Dean -- they're -- they're glad to have you back. Whatever you still have to deal with and however long it takes, you should know they're happy.

Giulia: MY

Giulia: BABY

Giulia: I CAN T

Giulia: YEAH THAT S RIGHT. THEY WERE NEVER ALONE

Zee: Can she not?!

Giulia: SOBS. MY CHEST HURTS

Castiel really doesn’t want to look the Winchesters in the eyes explaining things.I mean an angel of the freaking Lord, sorry tell me again that he doesn’t care about them.

Giulia: Sam give him a kick

D: I mean, we don't know what Nick did. He probably deserved it.

He certainly did.

[enters Cass]

Dean :

BOOOOOOOOOO

Giulia: I don t wanna watch. I don t wanna WATCH

Zee: Don’t you dare leave me

S: There's a, um, blast site behind the house It looks angelic, just...bigger.

Dean:

To me it’s like they already know, at least Dean. I can see his brain working. And Cas might be looking at him right now ( he also might not don’t get your panties twisted there)

Dean : Who cares what Jack said?

welp there it is

D: We don't know what happened!

Giulia: i can t. I don t wanna hate dean

Giulia: But I’m gonna

Zee: Fuck

I CAN’T LOOK AT CAS

Giulia: FUCK U. I DID.

S: Dean-

D: No, he knew. He knew something was wrong with the kid. He knew it, and he didn't tell us! He didn't even tell us!

Giulia: i can t LOOK AT MY BABY . What the FUCK was that face Misha.

Giulia: No

Giulia: Nsbsoabdjfondbdv

THE FUCK WAS THAT STARE DEAN?

C: I was scared. I believed in Jack for so long, I... I believed that he was -- he was good.

Giulia: OMG

Giulia: CAS

Giulia: I CAN T

Zee: Oh ffs.

C: I -- I knew that he would be good for the world. And he was good for us. My faith in him, it -- it never wavered, and then I-I saw what he did. It wasn't malice. It wasn't evil. It was like Jack saw a problem, and in his mind, he just solved it with that snake.

D: The snake?!

C: What he did wasn't bad. It was the absence of good. And I saw that in him.

Dean is all over the place right now

C: But we were a family, and I didn't want to lose that, so I thought I could... fix it on my own. Felt like it was my responsibility. So I left. And I didn't tell you.

Sam understands

C: If I could go back and just -- just talk to him right then and there, I would.But I can't, Dean. I failed you. And I failed Jack. And I failed --

D: No, no. Don't even say it. Don't even say her name.

S: Dean [putting himself between them]

Giulia: THE STARE

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK

Ok ok, to me it looks like Dean’s already regretting what he said but at the same time he’s so angry and panicked and he’s just all over the place, they just got back from Sam risking his like yet again and then this...

[Rowena Calling...]

Giulia: THE STARE AGAIN

I DON’T WANNA WATCH THE REEEEEEST

ugh...okay ....here we go.

S: And Mom?

D: Say it!

R: I don't know what happened or where she is...but I can tell you with certainty... Mary Winchester

is no longer on this Earth.

montage of broken hearts :

Zee: Jfc

Giulia: Saw that coming

Giulia: Great

Giulia: Ready for dean

Giulia: Melt down in 3….2…..1

Zee: I flinched

Giulia: There it is

They are all so broken. That chair is us tho.

D: What do we always do when we lose one of our own?

Zee: We fight

C: How? We don't even know where your mother is.

D:Then go to heaven and find her!

Giulia: Oh look….Cas has misty eyes

Dean’s lingering stare to Castiel like : you better fucking find her , I mean it.

and of course Castiel would do anything for the Winchester.

Giulia: I can t, CAS LOOKING AT SAM LIKE THAT SEEMS SO LOST AND GUILTY AND I HATE IT

[montage of their dead eyes]

Giulia: WELL I HATED IT

Zee: Well hello there

DON’T TOUCH ROWENA JACK DAMN IT.

Giulia: #scared

Giulia: He’s so scared

Zee: To bring Mary back

Giulia: Can’t he think her back again ?

Zee: He’s just a scared kid

Giulia: Come on. This is stupid

Zee: Maybe he doesn’t have that much power?

J: I killed Mary. I-It was an accident. I-I didn't mean to. I just -- I just wanted her to be quiet. I just wanted her gone, but only for a second. And I just.. I thought it. It all happened so fast. I need to undo it. You need to help me undo it.

Giulia: That room looks like bobby’s

Giulia: The soul is gone, the power isn’t

Giulia: Damn

Zee: Oh

Giulia: Of course

Zee: Oh Cas

Giulia: It’s so cold in Canada lol. I wanna go there

Zee: Of course you do

Giulia: Oh not Naomi

Giulia: These flashbacks tho

Giulia: Cute. Imma play with knife today

J: When we get Dean back, he's gonna kill me for this.

Giulia: Yes he is

Zee: Nice

Giulia: BEARD

Zee: Sam’s mourning beard

Giulia: God I love beards. Men just looks better with it

Zee: Parental guilt

Giulia: Well good fucking morning

M: You always feel like you're failing, but then you look at them, and somehow, they're amazing. And somehow, they're literally... ...the bravest...kindest......most heroic men on the planet.

Zee: Yes yes they do

Giulia: Looks like a struggle

Giulia: Great. Can’t wait for that

Zee: I don’t think she got the chance to be a mother tbh

D: Cass. Cass should have told us. As soon as he saw Jack go all Dahmer on his stupid freakin' snake, he should have told us.

S: Dean, it wasn't just Cass. It wasn't. We knew Jack was dangerous. We always knew.Long before he killed Michael. You more than anyone.I mean, from the very beginning, you knew.But, you know, we fell for him 'cause he had a good heart and a good soul.Then he didn't. And that's on me, too, by the way.I mean, I'm the one who made the call to bring him back.He didn't ask for that. I decided for him. And you warned me.No, you didn't know, okay? We didn't know

Giulia: AH. Thank you Sam

Zee: The voice of reason…..And there Sam with the guilt

D: We didn't know.

S: Exactly. But -- He had become our family. You know, after Maggie and the other Hunters died... I just left. Just... dumped Jack on Cass and left. I knew. I mean, I knew something... was gonna... I just didn't know it'd be this.

Giulia: Babe

Zee: Is everybody on the verge of tears on this ep?

D: I did it, too. When I talked to Donatello about Jack, he said he was good as far as he could tell. But then he talked about how powerful Jack was and that he could never really be sure. And it was a warning.I just couldn't see it.

Giulia: YEAH YA DID

Giulia: YES THEY ARE. Finally mirroring us

Zee: About time

Giulia: Great if Dean doesn’t fucking apologize to Cas I swear

Zee: Not again

Giulia: Ew I mean. Love ya Mark But. Stop it. Anyway

Giulia: Fucking jack is going in that box 99,99%

Zee: +0.01

Giulia: Jack is us

Giulia: Lucy is spn feelings

N: You want gratitude for bringing Mommy back? Why? So you can call this dump home again?

Zee: Poor child

N: And you know what, Jack? It's not gonna work. You know it's not gonna work.

Giulia: GREAT

C: I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere, not until I have a word with you.

Zee: Well good luck with that

Giulia: ugh naomi

Giulia: Misha’s hair are goooooood

Giulia: … Wasn’t she dead? Also LOVE HER

Dumah: She is at peace. You know, she died painlessly. Instantly. Completely.

She's in Heaven, a special Heaven.

Mary Winchester is complete.

You and the Winchesters may not be.

But she is.

Zee: Can I mention I love her voice?

Giulia: No i love her voice too

Can I mention that Cas face is fucking killing me, he’s so distraught

Zee: Jack is losing it

Giulia: Damn it jack

Zee: He’s so desperate to fix it

Giulia: Wow

Giulia: Can I do that in real life too?

Zee: Thank you Rowena

Giulia: Ok but honestly

Zee: Is all that ash Mary ?

Giulia: I would be fucking terrified to tell the Winchester I killed their mother by mistake tho. I would first tell Sam, then hide behind him as I tell Dean.

Zee: Oh oh

Giulia: So I get Jack a bit. Oh oh He fucked with baby too

Jack with a fucking broken face : It didn't work.

Zee: He’s done everything wrong so far

Giulia: I’m scared and feel for him

Giulia: GREAT DON T WANNA WATCH THIS

Zee: Can the music stop?

Zee: Oh HELL NO

Giulia: OH NO AAAAND IM CRYING

Giulia: GREAT

Giulia: GREEEEAT

Giulia: WHAT A GREAT FUCKING MORNING

Giulia: WHAT A GREAT FUCKING DAY

Giulia: i should stop watching spn in the morning It ruins my whole day

Giulia: SHUT UP STOP

N: There's no going back. You realize that now. Cass, Sam, Dean.. They're never gonna trust you again.

nick...nick shut the fuck up

N: You can never trust them.

Giulia: NO T THE PICS

Zee: Oh noooo

D: So, what? Are you just gonna take her word for it?

C: NO. I saw your mother's Heaven, and she is happy. She's with John, and there's no sorrow. There's no guilt. Just joy.

Sam is me

Zee: And Cas

Giulia: i hate that Sam doesn’t really have a pic with mom tho

S: So, what are we supposed to do now?

D: What we always do.

Zee: Oh shit

Giulia: HATE THIIIIIS I DON’T WANNA SEE IT

Giulia: Ok so Bye Mary I guess. We can t have nice things on spn

Giulia: OH

Zee: Fucking hell

Giulia: THAT HURT ME. OH FUCK

Zee: Damn

Giulia: YEP

Giulia: I THINK ITs bye bye mary

[after episode]

Giulia: Hate the promo

Giulia: Fuck the angels And not in the fun way

Zee: I hated it. Too many feels

Giulia: Spn really did trained me to feels

Zee: My coffee is cold and salty

Giulia: Like...Is this thing happening in my life that important that I must suffer like this?

Nah that scene in spn was way worse, I got this

Zee: I guess u r right

Zee: But I have this sick idea that the writers snoop around on social media, read what would tick us and then write that exact thing

Giulia: Well I saw Samantha tribute to Mary on twitter so I guess yeah, Mary is gone

Giulia: Psh of course they do

Giulia: That’s why we write

Zee: Sick bastards

Giulia: So maybe we get lucky and they pick up our ideas

Giulia: No no I love it

Giulia: The thing is

Giulia: They keep changing writers and stuff and that I hate

Giulia: Because ya know....continuity

Giulia: And sometime they make characters behave in a way that it’s too alien , and you can tell

Zee: With each passing ep they make it worse. I don’t even wanna see how this season ends

Giulia: The actors can tell too and they can’t do much about that tho

Zee: Let alone the next

Giulia: With cas , the impala and a graveyard. We know that

Zee: In what context tho

Giulia: WE. ARE. SO. GONNA. HATE. THAT. * maniac laughter*

Giulia: Idk but those words together are cursed

Zee: U ain’t wrong

Giulia: I wanted to see her heaven tho. They should have done that when JDM came back. Like Just a little snippets please. Ugh

Zee: Do you deliberately seek pain woman? Scratch that. I know you do

Giulia: How is that pain? I would have been happy seeing them happy But I guess we saw that. Whatevs

Zee: Well, she ded. And not with her children But again She never really knew her children

Giulia: A goodbye would have been nice tho

Giulia: Her children are grown ass men. She fine She s in heaven , with the love of her life. I mean. Would love to have that too

Zee: First of all we have established that neither of us is going to heaven

Giulia: Also dying painless and being in heaven?

Zee: Second, u would have to be dead

Giulia: I mean...in spn universe? That’s like goals

Zee: Custom made death

Giulia: I embrace it. Imma party with the angels

Zee: Yes. I think u will

Giulia: Unless I murder someone before I kick it. The bar is set so low ok

Zee: Maybe Jensen at Jib. If they don’t fix him and Cas

Giulia: Well J has no say in that. The fucking writers man.Imma kill them

Zee: Better

Giulia: Kill one , goes to hell, why not kill more since I’m there

[20 min later]

Giulia: So …..I coped with these feelings by doing online shopping

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Part One: If Only I Had a Heart. (Heartache S08E03)

Episode Summary: While trying to track down Kevin, the Winchesters and the reader get sidetracked by a series of murders where the victims have gotten their hearts ripped out. One killer is captured, but things become even more complicated for the trio when they find their killer in a trance, mumbling an ancient prayer they can’t decipher. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,103.

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“You’ve been back for how long and now you finally decide to call me?”

You could tell by the tone of Josh Carver’s voice that he was pulling your leg in his infamous sarcasm you didn’t find the least bit funny today. You felt the need to give him an apologetic smile at how bad your timing was on these sort of things. You’d been trying to get back into the swing of things after regaining your own memories and getting up to speed with what you had missed out on, including the demon tablet business that had been weighing on your mind.

But right as you were about to take some time out of your day to call up your old friend, that's when Crowley decided to steal the tablet and Kevin ran off with his mother. The three of you tried looking for the Tran family, yet you had no luck. So you decided to kill two birds with one stone and ask some help from your best friend.

You thought he’d be a bit spooked to see an incoming call from a new number, let alone the face of a person who was supposed to be dead for the past two years when you decided to video chat with him on the phone. (Which thing that apparently you could do, thanks for the help from Sam.) He seemed overjoyed at the sight of you when he picked up on this early afternoon. It was you who was taken back at his calm and casual attitude you weren't expecting. Which you then learned about the small detail about how Dean called up the man after he bumped into you back at the college in Michigan to see if he knew anything about this. Now you felt like you were the one left with egg on your face.

"You look good." You complimented the man as you took a moment to examine him for the first time. Josh still looked about the same since the last time you saw him. A little older around the eyes and his beard a bit more bushier than you remembered, but he seemed happier than he had been in a while. "I'm sorry about your grandparents, by the way. The boys told me about what happened."

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll admit, it still hurts. But I’ve had time over the past few years to process. I keep telling myself they’re in a better place together.” Josh said. His way of thinking made you smile, this time, with genuine happiness. You’d known his grandparents since you were four years old and moved to Y/H/S. Losing them was like losing a pat of your own family. Josh leaned forward into the camera slightly as he examined the scenery around you. "Where the hell are you?"

“Farmer’s market.” You explained to the man. You were trailing behind the brothers while Sam shopped around for some local produce while Dean was engrossed in his phone, reading some article he found. You passed by people while keeping your attention to the man you were talking to. “How have things been for you?”

“Oh, you know. Boring. Nobody calling me up and asking me to do a favor about the creepy and crawly. Or a demon asking to make a deal with me." Josh jokingly said. You still found yourself rolling your eyes as your smile grew even wider. "Speaking of which, how have you been? Feels like it’s been two years since I heard from you. Oh wait...it has!”

"I hate you so much. You know that, right?" You told the man, Josh shrugged his shoulders. "I'm good. Honestly. Feels nice to be back in the swing of things. Be myself for a change. But I've been busy. And there was another reason why I called. Which wasn’t the main reason why. It's nothing of serious matter...well, it kind of is. Kind of dealing with demons and missing prophets."

"Another lovely adventure for our hunters, Y/N YL/N and the Winchesters. What's going on?" Josh asked with curiosity. He broke into a smile, already wanting to know what kind of help you were going to ask from him. You suddenly grew hesitant about asking him for help after all the trouble you had caused the man not too long ago. Josh seemed to sense why you had grown all quiet. "Y/N, I owe you my life for what I did to you. Ask and you shall receive, my friend."

"Well let's just say I've got a prophet and his mother in the wind and Crowley has something that we spent forever trying to track down. If he gets his hands on the kid then who knows what will happen." You explained to the man best as you could without admitting details out to the public. Josh seemed rather curious at the details alone. "Do you mind helping me out by keeping an eye on things? We just spent a week chasing our tails.”

"Helping my best friend out with all things supernatural and sticking it to the king of hell? Let me think about that." Josh pretended to do just that, making you give him a look from how annoying he could be. "Send me an email of all the details. I’ll get back to you soon as I can once I got a system set up. Because, unlike some people, I still have a full-time job.”

You smiled in appreciation and mumbled a goodbye to Josh after thanking him for the hard work he willingly was about to do. You ended the call and shoved the phone back into your pocket to try and catch up with the brothers who were farther up ahead than you realized. Sam was eating an apple and examining some fresh vegetables while Dean was reading an article that he found. Everything was as you left them after you took a few minutes to see how Josh was doing. You squeezed yourself in between the boys to make your presence known.

“Wow. Guy goes to purgatory for a year, all hell breaks loose. Check this out.” Dean said. You leaned over slightly try and read some of the article he was reading that engrossed his attention so much. "A jogger in Minneapolis gets his heart ripped out."

“I’m guessing literally?” You presumed the direction of where this was going.

“Only way that interests me.” Dean said. You scoffed quietly at his strange sense of humor while listening him continue on with the story that even got weirder. "And then, there's another article from six months ago. Same things happens, also in Minneapolis. What does that tell us?”

"Stay out of Minneapolis." Sam guessed. He was distracted to what his brother was saying. He didn’t think too much about the coincidences as he picked out a vine of tomatoes and handed over a few dollars to the friendly woman working the stand.

"Two hearts ganked, same city, six months apart. I mean, that's got to be a ritual, man. Or at least some sort of a heart-sucking, possessed, satanic, crack-whore bat." Dean went off, listing all sorts of presumptions that made you and his brother look at him with a funny expression. "It's a case. Look, I say we hang out the shingle again and ride."

“We’re on a case, Dean.” Sam told his brother with a mouth full of his chewed apple. “Kevin and the demon tablet need to be found, so heart guy takes a number.”

“Uh, we just spent a week chasing our asses trying to lock Devin down, okay? And look at us. We’re--” Dean finally looked up from his phone screen after stepping out of the Impala. He felt his face scrunch up in confusion at the sight of several stand tso many different stands around him with people walking around, examining fresh produce. "Where the hell are we?"

"Farmers' market. Organic stuff. I know you haven't touched a vegetable in your lifetime, but i'm pretty sure you could identify one." You sarcastically implied as you gestured around the place all of you had been at for quite some time now. "Honestly, it wouldn't hurt for us to actually include some healthier stuff in our diet. We’re not exactly getting any younger.”

Now it was Dean's turn to look at you and his brother with a baffled expression. You weren't sure if it was because of your suggestion to change up his diet, or the fact that his brother was spending the afternoon at such a hippie environment Dean would never be caught dead in. Either way, you rolled your eyes and shook your head. "What? I had a year off." Sam defended himself against his brother's judgmental stare. "I took the time to enjoy the good things."

“While avoiding doing what we actually do.” Dean muttered, holding up his phone to subtly hint at the case his brother had nonchalantly dismissed just a minute ago.

“Wow, Dean, does it make you feel that much better every time you say it?” Sam asked. You could tell this conversation wasn’t heading in any direction helpful to Kevin or the victims. It was always about unresolved emotions between the two brothers they subtly fought back and forth about.

“All right, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever. But I’m back. Okay, we’re back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the same time. We’ll find Kevin. But in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this?” Dean asked his brother as he held up his phone to the article he was reading. “Or are innocent people supposed to die while you shop for produce?”

You could tell by Sam’s expression that he was a bit hesitant to jump on board with the idea. But lucky for you and the boys, you already had a plan to keep him from backing out. “Actually, I had a pretty successful talk with Josh.” You spoke up. “I told him about Kevin. He’d be willing to keep an eye out on things while we hunt. Can’t hurt to have an extra set on this, right?”

Dean seemed on board with the idea when he shrugged his shoulders at the mention of a name that made him once cringe at the mere thought. However you noticed it was Sam who appeared apprehensive, even a little bit defeated. You gave him a small smile, knowing deep down this wasn't what he wanted to do. Much as you would have loved to see Sam enjoying his life he lived just a year before again, shopping for organic fruit with this Amelia, enjoying his quiet life, it was only possible with one outcome. Once all of you found the demon tablet and Kevin, Sam could get his normal life back on track. But he would have to realize it was going to come anytime soon. You needed him too much right now for him to disappear.

+ + +

You stood with one arm crossed over your chest and the other with your fingers wrapped around the chain of a locket that was once your mother's you thought was lost forever. You accidentally put it in a box marked for charity when you were cleaning out all of her belongings a few months after she passed. While you were devastated and thought it was lost forever, it was found years later by Dean. He gifted it to you as a Christmas present the same year the both of you presumed it was going to be his last one because of the demon deal he made. It was one of your most favorite things you owned. You'd gotten in the habit of wearing it constantly since you got it. Right when you got out of hell for the first time to the first day you remembered who you were.

However you found it a little ironic when you realized the shape of the locket was exactly what the jogger was missing. You stared down at the glossy crime scene photographs of the victim lying face down on the grass. You let go of the heart shaped locket, feeling it fall back down to your chest as you reached out a hand to flip through the case file to find the autopsy report to try and see what else you could discover about this case. You read through the articles Dean found out about these murders and came to the conclusion this was your kind of weird. Nobody had the strength to rip out someone’s chest. Unless they had a little supernatural help.

“Here’s what’s odd about this thing--the guy wasn’t chopped or cut into, no incision.” You looked up from the case file and to the older Minneapolis detective assigned to working this case. “But his heart was ripped out of him like a peach pit.”

"Was he robbed?" Sam asked the detective as he grabbed a photograph to view for himself.

“Phone, watch, money all still on him.” The detective said. Your guess for this type of murder was possible werewolf, they liked the heart of the victims. But they were more messy about their killings. There wasn’t any traces of sulfur found in the chest cavity which ruled out a demon for now. It only left an infinite amount of possibilities for you. You asked the man if the victim had any enemies, wondering if the killer was working a little black magic, an angry ex-lover who dabbles in witchcraft to get back at their boyfriend. “He was in town for a conference. No local connections.”

“You guys had another one of these about six months ago.” Dean said, bringing up the other case while all of you were here discussing the first one that caught his attention.

“Yeah, and we hit a brick wall. We had nothing to go on, really. Thought maybe we got lucky here. A park surveillance camera picked up something.” The detective began walking over to the TV to show you and the boys the security camera footage of the park of your victim. You followed behind as he pulled up the video for all of you to review.

You watched as you saw the victim went on his way jogging at a steady pace, however you noticed right away that he wasn't alone. You narrowed your eyes on the figure that went past him, it looked to be another runner. The detective stopped the footage to show the other runner wasn't who you expected to be when he passed the victim. He was a little more on the heavier side, not exactly the type you would expect to go faster than the victim from his psychique alone.

“That chubby guy the last person to see the vic alive?” Dean asked.

“Other than the killer. Name’s Paul Hayes.” The detective told all of you. “We pulled him in for questioning.”

“What makes you think he’s so clean?” Sam wondered, knowing looks could be deceiving in these kind of situations. The detective might see a chubby runner trying to get his work out in, you and the boys wondered if you found your killer.

“Well, so far, no reason not to. I mean, he said he briefly saw the victim, he ran ahead, that was it.” The detective said.

“Wait, you mean he didn’t fall to his knees and confess to gutting the guy?” Dean asked, taking it upon himself to believe the guy was guilty from the footage alone.

"No. I mean we did a thorough check on the guy, not so much as a parking ticket came up. I mean, look at him. Sure, he can run a little bit, but Thor he ain't. You think he's gonna grab Freddy fitness here and throw him down and rip his heart out? I don't think so." The detective said. You could tell this conversation was going in a bad direction from how you noticed the man was becoming a little bit heated. "Forgive me if I didn't take him out back and shoot him."

"Okay uh, so..." You cleared your throat as you smiled at the detective. You quickly snuck a hand up and grabbed a fistful of Dean's suit jacket to yank him back into reality. You could tell he wasn't exactly pleased at how the detective was speaking to him, but this wasn't the place or the time. "Any idea where we can find the guy?"

+ + +

You enjoyed eating healthy foods and running a few times a week in the morning as a way to help stay in shape and clear your head. But you would never down an opportunity to unbutton your jeans and devour something covered in grease and cheese. It was all about balance. But you would rather starve than drink whatever sort of concoction Paul Hayes threw in his blender. You smiled at the man standing behind the counter when he noticed you and the younger Winchester watch as the contents inside were turning into a dull green color that reminded you a little bit of vomit, if you had to be honest.

"Sorry. I kind of try to stick to a nutrition and workout schedule." Paul explained to you and Sam. You watched as he poured himself a drink into a tall glass to enjoy, but not before offering you some out of politeness. "Do you want a hit?"

“I’m good. Thank you.” You mumbled, turning down the offer. Paul didn't seem bothered. More for him to enjoy later. He circled around the counter so he was now leaning against it while the three of you discussed the night your victim died. "So, Paul, you passed a runner who was later killed. Did you speak with him at all?"

“Yeah, I went over this with the cops.” Paul said. You positioned your pen on the small notebook you pulled out to make it appear you were ready to jot down any sort of new information that would help you more than the cops. But you had a feeling he wasn't going to be of much use. "I didn't know him. I had never spoken to him. I ran past him. I never saw him again. The end.” You smiled slightly and wrote down the information as he took a sip of his drink, right as Dean stepped out of the bathroom. “Mm, oh. It’s disgusting. It tastes like crap, but it keeps you young.”

"Thanks, uh..." Dean chuckled to himself as he pointed to the bathroom that he snuck off to. You looked over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his toothy smile as he rubbed his stomach. "Too much fiber."

“No such thing.” Paul said, pointing a finger at the man with a smile.

"Thank you." Sam agreed with the man. You quietly scoffed when the younger Winchester gave his brother a smug look at who agreed with the healthy lifestyle choice. "See?"

"Funny. All the fiber in the world and you two would still be full of crap." You muttered the insult to your notepad as you stared down at the notes you had written down. It was obvious you’d gotten the brothers' attention, but you didn't really care. You looked up at Paul and continued on with the conversation. "Now, Paul, we couldn't help but notice that the jogger you outraced was a good deal much younger than you.”

“Yeah, and less, uh…” Dean didn’t want to be rude as he tried to mention the other factor about how a man like him outran the victim. He gestured with his hand to the stomach region where Paul was carrying a few extra pounds that would have slowed anyone down at his weight alone.

“Uh, full-figured? You should’ve seen me before. Yeah, hugging the desk all day and watching TV all night, eating fried everything was killing me. I had a health scare about a year ago.” Paul admitted. You gave the man a sympathetic look as Sam apologized for hearing such a thing. But Paul seemed like it was a blessing in disguise. “No, it changed my life. I mean, I started taking care of myself.”

“Now your body’s a temple, huh?” Dean said, taking a wild guess at the man’s new philosophy.

“Where I worship every day.” Paul agreed as he chuckled to himself. He raised his glass to his lips to take another sip of his juice. Your nose scrunched up slightly at the look of discomfort alone that crossed over the man's face as he forced himself to drink the smoothie he prepared for himself. You shut the small notebook and clicked the pen to let the tip go back. You had a feeling this conversation was over. But it didn’t mean Paul was off your radar just yet.

+ + +

You and the boys found a little face not too far from Paul’s house where you could sit down and gather all the information you knew so far about the case. You took a seat in the back where you wouldn’t be disturbed. While Sam was off for the moment and Dean was doing some research on the laptop, you busied yourself for the past few minutes up the email you meant to send to Josh earlier before all of you picked up this case. You were typing out the last paragraph when you saw Sam appear in your peripheral vision. You turned away from your phone screen to look up the man, greeting him with a small smile at his return.

“All right, so, what’s the word?” Sam asked his brother as he took his seat back down next to you so he could review the case file again. “What did you find poking around at Paul’s?”

“Ah, just the usual--condoms, hair gel.” Dean said while he scrolled through a few news articles in curiosity if he could find another similar cases like this. “No hex bags, nothing satanic, nothing spooky.”

"So, he didn't seem like a guy who would be voted most likely to be disembowel?" You curiously wondered as you sent the email off to the world wide wide. You let out a sigh and placed your phone down on the table for safekeeping. "The freaks always gotta blend in with the normal folk. Always gotta make our jobs a hell of a lot harder."

"Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Nancy Drew, but it did. I just found another one." Dean said. You furrowed your brow as you turned your attention over to the laptop screen to see what he was talking about. You asked him if it was another murder. "And a do-it-yourself heart bypass. Two days after this one."

“What part of Minneapolis?” You asked.

"The Iowa part." Dean said. "Ames."

“Well, Paul was here being questioned. There’s no way that could have been him.” You said in disbelief. You grabbed your phone and pulled up the location app and put in the city of the most recent victim. It would have only taken three hours to drive to Ames and another three to come back. But Paul would have had no time to make that commute while the police were all over him trying to get his statement.

"This guy was a cop. This is exactly what happened six months ago. Minneapolis, then Ames. Guess you missed that one, Sammy." Dean said. You rolled your eyes when he looked over at his little brother to make another jab at something you heard years before. Sam didn't seem so amused himself. "I'm just saying."

You loved these boys with every fiber of your being, you really did. But sometimes they tested your patience. This was the exact same argument you remembered them having over and over again way back when you first started hunting with them, eight years ago. Sam wanted to have his normal and Dean tried to keep him hunting. You didn’t care what the boys wanted to do, long as they were happy doing it. That’s all that mattered to you. But neither one of them liked to do things like you. It was always about their big picture. So you kept your opinion to yourself.

You merely packed up the case file and slammed the laptop shut, gathering them together in your arms before turning around to head out the front door. You headed for the Impala, leaving the brothers to wonder what was making you so upset. They'd get it eventually. For now you'd let Dean's pettiness and Sam's constant need for a normal life continue on. You just wanted to figure out who the hell was ripping out people’s hearts.

+ + +

“Arthur Swenson. Real top-shelf officer. Twenty years on the force.” Deputy Levitt told you about your murderer the next morning in the Ames police station. You and the boys were sitting at the deputy’s desk while you listened to him retell the gruesome night. “He’d ordered a pizza, which the vic delivered. The vic didn’t make his next drop-off. His body was found on the walk in front of Swenson’s.”

“And he wasn’t hearing a heart?” Dean asked for clarification.

“No.” Deputy Levitt answered the man. “Heartless.”

"And, uh," Sam ignored his brother's smirk when he looked over at him when he doubted if this was the same kind of thing. It turned out that it very much was. "What about Swenson?"

"Crumpled up on the front stoop. Covered in blood, crying like a baby." The deputy told all of you, giving you a picture of what unfolded that night. Nobody just rips someone’s heart out and then starts feeling remorse for it. Unless they were forced to. "Ironically, he had been in court all week, testifying."

Deputy Levitt was pulled away from the conversation when one of the offices mentioned about a call waiting for him. You leaned over slightly in your seat when you noticed the deputy took the call, giving you a moment of privacy with the boys to speak about what you just heard. “So that couldn’t have been him in Minneapolis.” You whispered, your brow raising up at what this meant for all of you.

“I hate when this happens.” Dean muttered. The call lasted another moment before the deputy hung up, giving his full attention back to the three of you. “So, this Arthur guy, what does he have to say?”

"Uh...it's not real helpful." Deputy Levitt warned you for what you were about to see.

Arthur Swenson waited for all of you in the interrogation room after you asked to speak with the man to see what he had to say. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but what you walked into was up there in the strange department. You sat across from the man as Sam attempted to record the muttered words Arthur kept repeating. You watched as his fingers kept twitching while he had them folded on the table. He kept saying something underneath his breath with such intense and complete concentration. You narrowed your eyes on him in curiosity from what could have possibly made him this way.

“So, you getting his statement?” Dean asked his brother. He stood next to the iron bars to have a more clear and wider focus on the prisoner. But there wasn't much to see while Arthur kept repeating the same words and rocking back and forth slightly for the past few minutes

"Uh, yeah, kind of." Sam mumbled. "Probably not."

“It’s too bad I dropped out of Lunatic 101.” Dean said, knowing all of you weren't getting much help from the gibberish Arthur was repeating to himself over and over again.

“Whatever it is, it sounds like he’s repeating it.” You noticed. Arthur moved his gaze up slightly from the table so he was now looking up, but nowhere in particular. You furrowed your brow when you noticed something oddly strange about his appearance you didn't see very often in people. He had one blue eye, the other brown. "Guys, look at his eyes."

“Hey, Arthur…” Dean spoke up to the older man as he walked over to the table. He leaned over and placed his hands on the table to get at some eye level with him. “Did you do this alone?”

Arthur responded with the same muttered words. You decided to see if you might be luck at getting an actual answer out of him. “Arthur, did some invisible voice tell you you had to kill?”

You flinched slightly when Arthur slammed his fist on the table, rousing an emotion out of him for a split second before he went back to his whispered chanting. “Oh, now you pissed him off.” Dean said. You gave him a dirty look from his remark. He sat himself down on the edge of the table to try and do a little experiment on the man. “Hey, Art. Can I call you Art? Listen, I’m gonna sprinkle your arm with holy water, and it’s gonna steam and burn if you’re possessed by a demon.” Dean told the man, Arthur didn’t seem to protest as he kept chanting. “He’s a mushroom.”

Dean twisted off the cap to the flask of holy water he kept on him for situations like this. He poured out a small amount on Arthur, expecting a reaction out of him, but nothing. His skin didn't burn as he kept on chanting. You let out a sigh. "Okay, not possessed."

“Arthur, you want to tell us why you did this?” Dean questioned the man. Arthur sat up straight in his seat as he repeated his words in a bit of a louder tone before quieting down. The older Winchester nodded his head as he appeared to be listening intently, only he was growing angry at the lack of change in behavior. “Okay.”

You found yourself quietly chuckling in amusement when Dean pushed himself off the table and back on to his feet in defeat at the lack of any real answers. You looked back over at Arthur as he kept on repeating the words over and over again. Whatever they were, they seemed to be important to him. If only you could understand what the hell he was saying.

+ + +

Later that night you and the boys booked yourselves a motel room in town, thinking you might be here for a while. Your heels were abandoned by the door along with your blazer that was lying across a small desk not too far from there. You sat next to Sam on his bed while he played the recording of Arthur's soft mummers that you still couldn't stand. You still listened, in hopes that something like a word or the phrase might spark something to you.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked the both of you, turning off the recorder.

"Personally, I prefer the Keith Richards version." Dean said. You quietly chuckled at his lame joke as he unpacked some of his clothing he was about to slip into before calling it a night.

"Can you actually understand any of the words?" You asked the older Winchester.

"If they are words. Sounds like babble to me." Dean said. The older man suddenly was struck with an idea when he pulled out his cell phone, thinking it might be of use for all of you. "Wait a second. I bought a translation app."

“You bought an app.” You had to repeat what you just heard, a smile spreading across your lips from how sort of comical it was “Says the guy who still uses cassette tapes in his car. Surprised you even know how to work that thing."

“Says the girl who couldn’t even figure out video chat. Here, play it.” Dean put his phone to the recorder as his brother hit the play button again, letting Arthur's incoherent rambles fill the room again. It went on for a few moments before Dean looked at his phone to see what the verdict was. "And babble wins. 'Language unknown.'"

“I’ll be damned.” You muttered, not all that shocked at the findings. You heard your very own cell phone go off, making you shove a hand inside the pocket of your black slacks to see who it was. You carried on the conversation with the person the other line. The boys noticed that your expression fell into a serious one as your brow furrowed, a few moments later you wrapped up the call. "You're not gonna believe this, but Arthur's in the hospital."

“What?” Sam asked. You could hear the surprise in his voice. “What happened.”

"Apparently our man of many words tried taking out his own eye. They want us down there." You said. You pushed yourself up to your feet and shoved your phone back into your pocket for safekeeping. Dean followed right behind you. But before he could waste the time in getting himself all done up again, you stopped him. "You know, I can do this on my own. It's late. I’m sure you two want to call it a night. Enjoy some brotherly time.”

Before either one of them could offer up the chance to take this opportunity to do this one on your own, you were up on your feet, snatching your blazer and slipping your heels back on. You grabbed the keys to the Impala and reassured Dean his precious Baby would be just fine. You left the two brothers alone for the next few hours, giving you a break for once from them. You kept reminding yourself you loved the boys, you really did. But sometimes they were too much for you to even handle. And for the first time since hearing about his death, you wished Bobby was here to help.

+ + +

The last time you saw Arthur Swenson he was at the police station, in a complete trance mumbling words you couldn’t quite understand, but he was alive. Now you stood in the hallway of the hospital, staring at him strapped down to a bed with bandages wrapped around his head, sedated for the moment. You crossed your arms over your chest from what could have possibly caused this. Arthur’s doctor, Dr. Kashi, stood by your side as the both of you discussed the matter of what made Arthur pluck his own eye out. “So, Dr Kashi, what are we looking at here,” You asked the doctor. “Some kind of psychotic break?” “Oh, definitely.” She agreed. “He was very thorough. Severed the optic nerve. He was determined to remove the eye.” “And he used, uh, what to cut with?” You wondered. Cells were frequently checked thoroughly by police for any sort of weapons that might hurt themselves or other. Arthur would have known this being a cop. But he also would know what to do to harm himself if he desperately wanted to. “He doesn't look strong enough, but he broke off part of the bed frame and used it as a knife.” Dr. Kashi said. You raised your brow in surprise as a nurse passed the both of you by, handing over a few files to the doctor before disappearing. “Wow. They should put warning labels on those beds.” You muttered. You winced at the thought alone of someone shoving something sharp into your eye. Let alone gathering the strength to rip off a metal piece of the bed frame with your bare hands. Either Arthur was the Incredible Hulk, or something possessed him to do it. “I noticed that he had two different-colored eyes.” “Yes. Apparently, he was in an accident where much of one eye was shattered. His vision was saved with a transplant.” Dr. Kashi said. You looked back over at the man and asked her when this was. She opened up the file on him and skimmed through a few pages before finding the bit of information. “A year ago, almost to the date. And, interestingly, it's the transplanted eye he chose to cut out.” “Really?” You muttered, finding this a bit interesting. And helpful for you. “Hey, let me ask you something, doc. Is it possible to trace the donor of a transplanted organ?” “Difficult.” Dr. Kashi said. “But possible?” You wondered.

The doctor smiled, answering your question. You returned the gesture before looking over at the sedated patient again. It’d been a while since you got to do research for a case. And what better way to start than hunting down Arthur Swenson’s doner after he carved out their lovely gift.

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Back Of A Cop Car - Part 2

Word Count: Around 4600

Pairing: Dean x Sheriff!Reader

Summary: The reader meets Sam in her last year of high school and is head over heels for his older brother Dean. When they finally get a moment alone, it is short lived and they both end up in more trouble than they signed up for.

Part 1

More than ten years later Sam and Dean come back to town to finish a job their father had started. Yet they are both caught off guard when a familiar face makes their job a whole lot harder.

Warnings: Language, General mentions of regular SPN violence/gore

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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It had been a few days since Officer Benoza had come crying to your office about evidence she had misplaced but it had turned up in the end. Though reminiscing in the past had brought back a longing. You wondered what had become of both Sam and Dean. Had Sam made it to Yale or Hartford? Did Dean escape the family business and trek off on his own? Had either of them found someone and settled down? You sure hadn’t aside from the relationships that lasted a few months every now and then. But as soon as you made sheriff, the dating scene halted completely.

You laughed pulling Dean’s mugshot from your desk, remembering his devilish charm but the picture now showed such boyish and innocent features, you wondered how he had changed, if you would even recognize him if you crossed paths. Your mugshot, however, was framed on the wall. Once you joined the force, the pranks became old real quick, it seemed better just to display it out in the open.

It followed you to the sheriff’s office. Yes, you were young to be in this position, but you were smart and you had proven yourself time and time again in the field. Officer Stevens was no longer with the force, although you did work a couple years by his side. He was the one that pushed you towards criminal justice and to run for sheriff. You cried a bit at his retirement party, but he found a way to keep in trouble; coming around the station frequently, giving you advice on cases he was following in the paper.

Of course when you needed his guidance and advice the most, he was off fishing in the Bahamas. Aside from him, only Officer Murillo had worked the previous case but not down in the nitty gritty. Regardless, the both of you had been putting countless hours of overtime pouring over every last detail. The previous case had ended as deemed that the murderer had committed suicide. But the details were so strikingly similar, you doubted even a copycat could pull this off with such precision. Besides all the evidence they had on the perp was circumstantial. The true murder could have seen his opportunity and laid low for a few years but the itch was just to strong and they began again.

Unfortunately, press was much different nowadays than it was even just ten years ago. With constant headlines on facebook and television, you avoided it all together. The following afternoon, having only left the office six hours ago, you were back on duty. You made your way into the office, a latte in had with perhaps two or three extra shots of espresso. Murillo had the day off, and you made sure he wouldn’t come in. In the lobby the tv was on as usual, reporting on morning news.

A male reporter with a fake tan and unnaturally white teeth was discussing the recent case. “Realistically, Sherriff Y/L/N has only been on the job for a year and a half, how can someone lose their touch if they never had it? You have to wonder if she’s the right man for the job.”

You rolled your eyes. Sexist pig. If you weren’t held to an ethical standard, you would be tempted to target him for speeding. “Can you change the channel?” You requested out of annoyance.

“Sure thing boss.” The tiny young receptionist peeped, switching channels immediately to some soap opera. “Hey, don’t listen to them. They are not here everyday seeing the hours and effort you are putting in.” “Thanks.” You mumbled and headed for your office closing the door behind, not really wanting the pep talk.

Dean’s photo still laid on your desk from last night. But you pushed a pile of papers over it, looking for the most recent criminal profile; male, satanic/cult ritualistic tendencies, long term resident to know people's routines and schedules, knowledge of medical procedures and autonomy. It was all stuff you heard before. It also contradicted the first case closure, the girl who it all was pinned on. To make things worse, there were apparently FBI agents wanting to get involved as well. Although you haven't had enough caffeine for social interaction, you headed out of your office to check on any new leads through the fingerprints and DNA found at the most recent scene.

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Around 4 PM, Sam and Dean pulled up to station. Dean shifted the Impala into park and straightened his tie while checking his teeth in the mirror. Sam sat motionless, still upset about the situation.

“I still don’t like this idea.” Sam stated.

“Cheer up pal.” Dean patted Sam’s chest and hopped out of the car.

Sam followed him, continuing to argue. “All I’m saying is there is usually a reason we don’t come back to previous cases. We should have called another hunter in on this.” “What? You think someone is going to remember us? Weren’t you like in middle school last time we were here?” Dean asked.

“I was a senior.” Sam corrected.

“Your hair has, what, grown three feet since then? No one is going to recognize us. A lot has changed in 10 years.” Dean rambled heading up the stairs to the police station. “We just have to go in with confidence that’s all.”

Dean pushed open the doors, the layout and decor greatly updated since he last remembered it. With no recognizable faces, he was on a role. He took the lead and headed directly to reception.

“Hey there sweetheart.” He leaned over the counter, grinning at the receptionist. “I had called in earlier about some files.”

She giggled, lost in his smile. “Oh of course, let me call my boss up quick…” She picked up the phone dialing your extension. “Sorry, she’s not picking up, let me go look for her.”

Sam shifted uncomfortably next to Dean, keeping a watchful eye.

“There’s no reason to waste her time.” He pulled out his FBI badge. “I’m sure this is all you need. I’ll leave my card as well.” He assured with a wink.

The receptionist looked at the badge, debating.

You were coming back from forensics, when you noticed the two suits standing in your lobby. One of them leaning over, clearly making eyes at the receptionist. It must be the feds, you knew you had to introduce yourself now or later, might as well be now. The tall one with the long hair turned around. Both of your eyes went wide with surprise and recognition. All the sleep deprivation magically left your system replaced by excitement.

“Sam Winchester!” You squealed, running in for a hug.

“Y/N?!” Sam was just as ecstatically surprised as you at first, embracing you in a hug before shooting Dean a ‘I told you so’ scorn.

Dean straightened up and cleared his throat upon realizing it was you.

You stepped back getting a better look of Sam. “I thought I’d never see you again! God, it’s has to have been ten years at least?” He still had that brightness you remembered so well.

“Yeah, I was hoping to run into you.” Sam tried to match your eagerness.

You glance at his partner and your heart hit the floor. “Dean?” His bad boy charm had matured; his jaw more chiseled, weariness in his smile, but those luminescent eyes still promised thrill and danger. Jealousy rose in your chest knowing he had been shamelessly flirting. You tried to stand a little taller.

“Wow.” Dean felt his heart flutter, the years had been more than generous to you. “Sheriff?” He noticed the star on your chest. “Who woulda thought.” Sam grew evermore anxious.

“Not me that’s for sure.” You laughed. “So what are you all doing in town? Sorry, it’s just so unexpected.”

“Nah, it’s alright.” Sam tried to recover. “Just on business.” You noticed the badge still in the receptionist’s hand.

“Federal Investigation business, that is.” Dean added following your eyes.

You took the badge and examined it. “Bullshit.” No chance in hell either one of them was FBI.

Sam chuckled nervously sensing the change of atmosphere.

“Tell ya what.” Dean fished out a card. “Why don’t you just call our supervisor and he’ll straighten all this out.”

“How about I run the badge myself.” You declined to take his card. “Sam shall I check yours too while I’m at it?” Sam went from nervous to overly cheesy. “I’m sorry, I can’t do it anymore... We are passing through town, just on business, and definitely wanted to see you. And we just.” He paused to laugh. “Though it would be hilarious to prank you while we were at it.” The lack of amusement on your face clearly stated you were not buying it. “So, uh, when you aren’t busy, um, do you want to grab dinner or something?”

“Yeah… sure.” You passively agreed.

“Awesome. Should we exchange numbers or just call 911?” Dean joked.

You pulled a smirk having heard it several times before. You wrote your cell on your business card and handed it to Sam. “Hopefully it will work out, we’ve been awfully busy around here trying to catch a serial killer…” You stated only to gauge their reaction.

They exchanged glances. “Really, that is… wow...” Sam gasped.

“Just like the time we were locked up in here together Dean… remember?” You continued pushing, the wheels in your head spinning.

“Oh, that’s a night I could never forget.” He assured.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed placing his badge in your pocket fully intending not to return it. “Well, I really should get back to the books. Give me a call though.”

“Right, of course.” Sam agreed. “See you around.” You stayed put as he and Dean turned to exit the lobby. It was only after they were out the front door that you ran to the window. They seemed to be arguing outside the same chevrolet Dean drove as a kid. You went to the reception’s phone.

“I was going to look for you, I swear.” She defended.

You hushed her dialing Benoza’s extension. “Hey. I got a gut feeling about something. You up for some tailing?” She was more than happy to obliged.

You took a seat back in your office closing the door blaming the caffeine overload for your swirling head. Perhaps the years had fogged your memory, but the boys you remembered weren’t capable of such things, especially Sam. Yet your instincts screamed at you. The coincidence that they were in town with a string of murders with the exact same pattern as the case ten years ago; the only other time they were in your town, then mysteriously vanished.

Against your own will, not wanting to know the truth, you dug through the system’s old records, locating Dean’s file. Fingerprints and all. Your finger hovered over the mouse before building up the courage to hit scan. Since the latte you had since moved onto regular pot of coffee. You went to refill but before you even started to pour, you already heard the ping indicating a match. You poured the glass, already hearing another and then another.

It must be malfunctioning you thought, setting the cup down and heading back over to your desk. Upon seeing the results, your stomach turned over and immediately you grabbed for the trash can to spit up. His prints alone were associated with countless unsolved murders, grave desecrations, weapons, blood trails; the list went on and on, and those were just Dean’s.

You wiped your mouth with a tissue, blaming again the coffee for the incident. You texted Benoza: Someone on them at all times. No. 1 suspect, will debrief you later. She responded her understanding. Meanwhile, you were going to head back to the latest scene of the crime, if you could pin Dean or Sam there, you could bring them in for questioning; potentially more.

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“Do I need to say it?” Sam sternly asked. Dean blew him off. “We don’t work old cases.”

“Come on Sam. It’s Y/N we’re talking about. Sweet little innocent Y/N. This will be easy peasy. In and out. Plus, I can tell she still wants me.” Dean rambled. “Maybe I’ll get a little more out of this case.”

“It’s not too late, we could still call someone else in.” Sam suggested.

“And give up the chance of what I missed out on ten years ago, no way.” Dean argued.

Sam rolled his eyes. “And I thought Dad had scared you away for good.” Dean clenched his jaw. Sam didn’t know the half of it. “I know he sure did me.” Sam continued.

“Ahh. I’m my own man now.” Dean brushed off the memories.

Sam followed Dean into the Impala. “Frankly, I’m surprised she didn’t arrest you right then and there.”

“Yeah, maybe just to see me in handcuffs again.” Dean teased. “But we’ll call her up, go for dinner, a few drinks, and have a great time.” Dean pulled off onto the street.

“Is that why she’s having us followed?” Sam asked.

Dean looked in his rearview mirror noting the oldsmobile. “We are not being followed.”

Sam stayed silent recognizing Dean’s maneuvers in attempt to loose the car, but after every turn, the oldsmobile quietly crept behind in the distance.

“Fine, we’re being followed.” Dean gave in. “New plan. We go back to the motel, exit out the bathroom window and head to the scene of the last crime. If we are sure it matches, make sure Dad crossed his t’s and dotted his i’s.”

“Dean, I was there. Dad took care of the mumiho and there’s no chance that thing was going to recover.” Sam explained.

“So you’re telling me the chances of dad screwing up are less likely than two very ancient and very rare Korean spirits hitting the exact same town, oceans apart from its home country, exactly ten years apart.” Dean sarcastically doubted.

Sam pushed his lips together. “What I am saying is we do not have enough details. I haven’t been able to hack my way into the police system yet. From what the press is printing, yes it does seem similar, but for a town this size and history of crime, perhaps they are making connections that aren’t really there.” Sam argued.

“So either way we need to visit the scene of the crime.” Dean repeated.

Sam nodded in agreeance.

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When Benoza reported that she was staking out the boys at their motel, you decided to get ready and leave for the crime scene. When trading places with the old sheriff, you had passed up on his Bronco just for a regular squad car. Not three minutes had passed since you left the station when you heard a report coming in over the radio for a disturbance at the cemetery.

You grabbed your radio. “It’s on my way, I’ll stop by.” Reading what you just had learned about Dean, it raised your suspicions.

Once you arrived you instantly regretted it. “Mr. MacGregor,” You addressed the groundskeeper. “I think you need to contact animal control.”

He had shown you around. At least four graves had the same two foot wide holes. All occuring on different nights. You clicked your flashlight on, squatted down, and shown it into the hole, unable to see the bottom.

“That’s what I thought at first too, but animals don’t go digging holes that deep and especially breakthrough…” He explained.

You stood up, brow furrowed together. “Breakthrough… the coffins?”

He nodded his head and pulled out a locket. “This was just inside the hole this morning. Caught on a root.” You grabbed a rubber glove from your back pocket and took a look to examine it. The engraving on the back the same as the head stone.

“I was here when they buried her. She was wearing it. Metal casket too…” He explained.

You place the locket in an evidence bag. “I’ll send some officer’s out to gather more evidence. Also, animal control…” You looked at the hole again not noticing traditional shovel marks. “Just to get their input. I expect you’ll cooperate with them?” “Of course ma’am.” He assured. “But you should know. There this woman been coming around at night too. Never got a good look at her.”

“Hmmm. You think she’s got something to do with it?” You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright… Let the other officers know as well… they’ll look for prints, get a more detailed statement…” You assured him.

You sighed getting back into the squad car, setting the evidence aside on the passenger's seat. You did some quick paperwork and radioed in two officers to come by to take a closer look. Lastly, you phoned over to animal control who ensured they would come by as soon as possible. Honestly it was a bit relieving not to have pinned Dean here yet; to think it was just an animal no matter how weird the circumstances. Everything you were taught lead you to believe that Dean and/or Sam was the murderer, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to accept it, not 100 percent at least.

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The sun was setting when Sam and Dean had made their way to the latest victim’s house. The door was sealed shut with tape and a warning notifying anyone except police not to enter. Dean whipped out his pocket knife and tore through the wrap, allowing them both inside. They searched around a bit, eliminating the obvious; cold spots, sulfur, EMF.

“This is pointless.” Sam complained. “We need to examine the bodies.” “The police aren’t looking for what we do, they most likely missed something in the case.” Dean reassured. “Besides, wait a couple more hours and we can break into the station since you can’t break into their website.” “Shut up.” Sam groaned.

Dean waltzed to the kitchen and flipped on the light. “Hey, did the neighbors mention anything about a dog?” He nodded to the muddy paw prints on the kitchen floor.

Sam knelt down and got a closer look. Dean knew very well there were no neighbors, they were on the very outskirts of town. He pulled out his phone to compare. “They do appear… fox-like.” Dean clapped his hands together. “That’s all I need to know. So, where’s the den of the one you supposedly killed.” “Supposedly killed? I was…” Sam started to argue but he was cut off by the sound of gravel crunching underneath tires.

Sam tired the window in the kitchen but it was jammed. Dean quietly raced to the front window, pulling the curtain slightly aside to peek out.

“Oh great, it’s your high school BFF.” Dean snarked. “Is there a back door?” Dean whispered to Sam. Sam shook his head no. The both heard the sound off boots on the front porch. “Find a way out, I’ll distract her.” “What? No.” Sam quietly protested.

They both paused at the sound of the door creaking open. “Get out.” He mouthed to Sam and quietly walked towards the front.

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You pulled up to the latest scene of the crime, to process additional evidence, to look at it with fresh eyes, to find incriminating evidence against the Winchesters; whatever the reason you were just glad to be out here away from judgemental eyes. A quiet place where you could just think without that burnt orange of a news anchor peering at your every move.

You wandered up to the front porch, your instincts stopping you before reaching the door. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears realizing the seal had been broke. Hopefully it was just teenagers, a few instantly came to mind. You uncliped your gun from it holster and slowly pushed the door open.

“This is the police.” Your voice felt foreign in your throat. “Let’s make this as easy as possible and come out with your hands up.” “Don’t panic.” You pointed the gun towards the kitchen were the voice was coming from. “It’s just me.” Dean? He waltzed out of the kitchen with his hands in the air.

“Dean Winchester.” You stated.

He smiled and popped his eyebrows. “That’s me.” “You are under arrest for trespassing on a crime scene.” You swallowed the growing lump in your throat.

“Oh come on sweetheart, I was innocent last time and I still am.” He assured with confidence.

“You have the right to remain silent.” You began the Miranda rights. His smile dropped as you put your gun away and replaced them with handcuffs. “Against the wall.” You nodded.

He complied. “You know, if you are into bondage, ya could have just asked.” You were glad he was facing the wall to conceal the blush that grew within you. “Is Sam here with you?” You tried to ignore his rhetoric.

“Just you and me sweetheart, ever since I saw you at the station just wanted to get you alone.” He assured.

“Sam!” You called but did not hear a response. You swear you felt some tension leave Dean. “I need to pat you down.” You warned.

Dean chuckled. “I always enjoy a good frisking.”

Had it been any other male, you would have rolled your eyes. You immediately removed a handgun tucked into his jeans. “I assume you have a permit for this.” You snarked disassembling it and laying it on the nearest table.

Dean chuckled nervously. You removed four other weapons including a bowie knife, another knife with unknown symbols carved into it, as well as a lock pick in his back pocket. He easily followed your push towards the squad car, thinking through his options, he’d gotten out of worse before. You locked him inside and went back to retrieve his weapons and have another look around.

In the meantime, Sam came around to the car and opened Dean’s door but furrowed his brow when Dean didn’t immediately get up and go. “Dude, Let’s go.” He encouraged.

“I got this, I can handle it.” Dean calmly affirmed.

“You in handcuffs.” Sam sniped.

“Kinky, right?” Dean smirked.

Sam rolled his eyes and practically grabbed Dean. “Hey, Hey.” Dean whispered attempting to stay put. “Seriously, I’ll win her over. We’ve done it before.” “I’m not bailing you out.” Sam warned.

“Get outta here.” Dean growled.

Sam sighed but gave in. It would help to have you on their side for this case. He shoved Dean back in and silently closed the door before taking off into the woods.

Coming back out of the house, completely unaware of their interaction, you threw the weapons in the passenger's seat on top of the locket. You sighed picking up your papers so you could record everything that just happened.

“This brings me back…” Dean started. You pretended not to listen, flipping through papers. “I was a wide eyed 22 year old stud… A fiesty girl with no regards for rules or authority sat next to me, that cross around her neck throwing me off at every turn.” You automatically grabbed at it even though it was no longer there. “I don’t know what she had in mind that night, but I was just glad to be by her… She stood by my innocence, even though she had no reason too…”

He was just playing minds games with you. Had to be. Every instinctive thought in your mind blared he was a cold blooded killer but your eyes darted to the rearview mirror and met his piercing green eyes in the back. You looked away flustered.

“Back then she told me a ghost story. I told her there was no such thing. Course, I thought I was protecting her. She didn’t need to know of the truly horrifying things that haunt this world. But maybe she’s old enough know to know the truth.” He rambled.

“She didn’t think monsters were real.” You piped in sarcastically. “Only to learn that she loved one and it now sits in the back of her car.” Shit! You squinted your eyes shut. Did you just use the word love?

Dean smiled and looked down at his feet, taken aback by your words. “I’m not a monster sweetheart, I’m what monsters are afraid of.”

“So, what? You think of yourself as some sort of vigilante?” You questioned.

He chuckled. “I guess you could say that.”

“Well, no one is above the law in my town.” You promised.

“Do you hold the ghost and demons to that same standard?” He played.

“If they existed, I’m sure I would.” You affirmed.

“Oh but they do. You just don’t want to believe or don’t have the will to see the patterns.” Dean explained.

“So your saying sweet ol’ Larry who lived in this cabin was some sort of monster and it was your job to put an end to it.” You clarified remember something about religious psychosis or cults in part of the criminal profile.

“No. Larry was a victim. While your wasting your time looking for a serial killer, Sam and I are hunting the real murderer… A kumiho.” He disclosed.

You turned around to face him. “A what?”

“A kumiho. An accent spirit from around East Asia. Goes by different names; Kitsune or Huli Jing. The difference with the kumiho though, it’s always a malevolent creature. It can shift between that of a fox or a woman in white. Always preying on men, cutting out their livers and eating it in order to survive… if it can’t get fresh meat, digs up graves for leftovers…” Dean explained and you shivered in horror unsure if you thought he was capable of such violence or that such a thing could actually exist. “You’re town had a problem with one about ten years ago. I thought my father had taken care of it, but obviously Sam and I need to clean up his mess.”

But you kept on your front. “I’m impressed, Winchester. You’ve obviously done your research. Or should I say your father had.” He raised an eyebrow questioning. “Oh, don’t play coy with me. Obviously, no matter how delusional, your basing these murders on lore that fits with the wave of Korean immigrants that came to mine in this town… oh was it… the 1950s?” “Interesting…” Dean pondered. “I wonder if you went back far enough in your police records if you would find the same pattern… maybe this 10 year thing is a hibernation of sorts...” He theorized.

The radio crackled through. “Y/N, you there?”

You grabbed it. “Yeah, go ahead.” Normally the first thing you would have done was call in the arrest, but you completely glazed over mentioning it now.

“Animal control got back with us… found fur down one of the holes, fox…” They explained over the radio, you gulped down your nerves trying to remain calm. “And, I don’t know… only prints around here we could find where the ground keeper’s… he doesn’t have much else to go one the women… expect dark hair and a long white dress.”

You made eye contact with Dean through the rearview mirror.

Another officer laughed. “Heh, maybe it was a ghost.”

“Shut up, Marc!” Another cop barked.

“Anyways, we can stake out the night if you think it’s worth following up on.”

You looked at Dean for guidance, he nodded his head. “Yeah, go ahead. It can’t hurt.” You ordered. “But for the love of god, if that over tanned ape of a man shows up, do not engage.” You referred to your favorite news anchor. “I’m going off air for a while. Call my cell in case of emergency.”

“Sure thing boss.” Marc followed up before you clicked off.

“Dean…” You turned back around to meet his eyes. “Let’s say your right... Let’s say I go against my every instinct that says you or your brother somehow planted that fur there… Where would we start?”

“We go looking for it’s den.” He calmly directed.

Either you were going mentally insane or Dean Winchester was telling the truth. Regardless of which one was right, you were about to place this entirety of this case in the hands of your number one suspect.

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Wayward Siblings Chapter Four- Warning Nephilim Driving (Part One)

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“Jack, Jack wake up” Claire says shaking my shoulder, I open my eyes and look up at her.

“I was already awake” I say sitting up.

“Then why were you laying down?” she says sarcastically.

“I will wake Sam and Dean” I say standing up.

“No don't wake them. I told them I would teach you how to drive before we go after the trickster this afternoon” she says, picking up the keys and beckoning me out the door quietly. I blink at the brightness of the morning sun and join her by the Impala.

“Don't you have your own car?” I ask as she leans against the Impala swiping her hand across the hood lovingly.

“Yes, but this car is ten times better than my old junker” she answers getting in the driver's seat. I slip into the front seat next to her.

“Why are you so nice to me?” I ask looking at her, she had multiple little jewels on her ear and they fascinated me.

“Because I don't know why Dean hates you. It wouldn't be right for me to make opinions about you before I know who you are” she says as the car backs up out of the parking spot.

“First thing you need to know, never press the brake and the gas down at the same time” Claire says from the passenger seat. I gently place my hands on the wheel and press down gently on the gas. A weird screeching sound comes from the car and I pull my foot off quickly.

“You need to disengage the parking brake Jack” Claire says laughing.

“Oh” I say smiling at her laughter. I grab the gear shift and switch it out of park and into drive.

“So, son of Satan huh?” Claire says as I gently inch along trying to get a feel for the car.

“Lucifer is my biological father yes, but Castiel is my father” I say pressing down on the brake.

“Don’t press down so suddenly on the brake, Cas is your father?” Claire says cocking her head sideways.

“Yes. He helped my mom, took care of her, protected her. He died protecting us. I heard Sam and Dean talking to you about Castiel. What is he to you?” I ask and Claire looks at me surprised. “Castiel is my father also. Well, in a way. His vessel, Jimmy Novak, is my father, Castiel tries to make up for having taken my father's form on occasion but I…” she sighs shaking her head. “I forgave him a long time ago” she continues. I nod before her words dawn on me.

“Does that mean we are siblings?” I say as I inch the car forward barely using the gas.

“Sure. If you want to think of us that way.” Claire says as she shows me how to turn the wheel for a right turn. I smile widely looking at her and I press my foot down on the brake.

Suddenly, the Impala lurches forward and runs straight into a light post. I hear a loud crashing sound and the sound of metal being bent.

“Wrong pedal!” I yell quickly moving my foot to the actual brake.

“Holy crap! Jack!” Claire screams from beside me as her head slams into the dashboard. I see blood trickle down her face as I put the car in park. “Oh no! Jack! Dean is going to murder me!” Claire says as she gets out of the car, I get out with her as she examines the damage. “Oh shit….” she says touching her hand to her head her fingers covered in blood, she stumbles and I grab her elbows to support her. “Here” I say pressing my fingers against her forehead instinctively and using my powers to heal her.

“Thank you. How did you do that?” she asks regaining her balance.

“I am part angel” I say and she gives me a look I had gotten accustomed to seeing. The look that says ‘very helpful’ but isn't actually helpful. She places her hands on the crumpled hood of the car and sighs.

“Dean is never going to forgive me for stealing his baby. Especially after I crashed it” she says rubbing her head with her hands.

“But you didn't crash it…” I say confused.

“No. I did. According to Dean, I did. He's already mean enough to you. No need to add you crashing his car to it” she says, sitting down in the only smooth part left of the hood. “Too bad you can't use your ‘part angel mojo’ stuff to fix the car.” she says a wry smile on her face. For someone who was potentially facing Dean Winchester's wrath she was oddly calm about it. I frown, knowing she wouldn't allow me to take the blame, I could sense that about her. I didn't want her to get into trouble because of me.

As Claire went to the passenger seat and got out her phone I placed my hands on the hood and concentrated, healing Claire had come naturally to me, now why couldn't I fix the car. I narrowed my eyes and focused on what I wanted to do trying to tap into my powers. I felt my powers flare within me and the sound of metal scraping and bending slowly as the car reversed back as the hood and all the parts of the engine restored back to normal. I smile at my handiwork, glad I had been able to control my powers. “How the hell?” Claire says her phone slipping out of her hand in shock. She looks at me and then back at the car which looked as good as new. “How did you do that?” she says taking a step backwards.

“I am a nephilim” I say looking down in shame. I had only meant to help her, not make her afraid of me and my powers.

“Wow, okay I know that, but you are way more powerful than any nephilim I have read about. I suppose being the son of an archangel is why” she says picking up her phone and putting it in her back pocket.

I sat back on the newly fixed hood of the Impala.

“What's wrong?” she says sitting down next to me.

“Dean says my powers are dangerous and that when he figures out how to do it he is going to kill me. And I really don't blame him, what if he is right to be scared of my powers? I am scared of them. They are wild, and unpredictable and they hurt people, even when I don't want them too.” I say flatly. I look up at her slowly, “Am I evil?”

“No, Jack, no. Having powers isn't something to be afraid of, especially if you were born with them. Dean is just a drama queen. I know Sam wont let him hurt you.” she says looking down at her phone which had pinged with a notification from Dean asking where we were “Speak of the devil” she says under her breath. I looked at her ears again as she replied. Why would someone put jewels in their ears? It befuddled me. “You’re not responsible for Castiel's death. Even if it was your father that killed him. You can't choose your parents. Dean is just projecting his grief upon you” she says putting her phone in her back pocket. She shivers slightly and I removed my jacket. “Here” I say holding it out to her. She smiles and accepts it nodding, “See Jack. If you were so evil, why was your first instinct to give me your coat. That's not the act of an evil person” she says leaning against me goodnaturedly. “Come on Jack, we need to teach you how to drive without crashing before Dean decides to murder me for stealing his car” she says sitting up. I stand up beside her and walk arounds to the driver's seat determined not to crash again.

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Why the SPN mixtape scene from 12x19 is screenwriting gold, and should be taught to the next generations of screenwriters everywhere - analysis

20 seconds. Two lines of dialogue, three gestures, a couple more camera angles. Episode 19, season 12 of a genre TV show “Supernatural”. A single strike of screenwriting and cinematic genius. The mixtape scene.

Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn, I bow before you.

This scene should be used as an example for future screenwriters how you can put maximum of meaning into minimal time and dialogue. Should be analyzed and taught at universities everywhere, how to achieve the most using the least. How to write for TV, where you only have less than an hour to built something spectacular.

WOW.

Let’s just peel off all the layers of these 20 seconds of footage and these 13 words. 13 WORDS.

(Cas knocks, Dean doesn’t say anything. Cas opens the door, apologizes for disturbing Dean in his room, and then takes a cassette tape out of his left inside coat pocket, and puts it on the desk, while tapping the label on it that says “Deans (sic!) top 13 Zepp traxx”.)

Cas: Um, I just wanted to return this.

Dean: It’s a gift. You keep those.

13 tracks. 13 words. The future. So number thirteen is important for the future. I mean, are you trying to tell us something here, writers?

(Dean takes the tape, oustreches his arm, and gives it back to Cas. We see Cas’ hand grabbing the tape, and taking it back.)

That tiny scene is ENORMOUS from the perspective of the narrative and the characterization. Let’s see what we can get out of it. (Prepare yourself: it’s gonna be long. Damn, how much meta can you write based on 20 seconds of television and two lines of dialogue?) (Hint: A lot.)

Thoughts in no particular order.

LotR reference

Let’s start with text, because text is kinda my thing. This is this:

I half expected Dean to roll his eyes at himself for acting like an elvish maiden - maybe he did internally. Anyway, we all remember how Aragorn and Arwen’s story ended, right? (In the movies at least.)

It’s great how Cas and Dean re never strictly cast as a female mirror or male mirror in any of the romantic pararells that the show does. Their gender roles and characteristics are extremely fluid, and it’s wonderful.

2) The label

Deans (sic!) top 13 Zepp traxx”

First thing: “Deans” - not “Top 13 Zepp traxx”, not “The best of Led Zepp”. DEAN’S top 13 Led Zepp tracks. This shit is personal. Your favourite music says a lot about you, it’s like showing somebody your favourite book, or your favourite fictional character. ONE favourite track says something about what you like, feel, think. 13 songs of your favourite band, especially if that band is Led Zeppelin? You may as well get naked, because you can’t uncover yourself much more than that. This stuff makes you open and vulnerable. They will know what you like, what you enjoy, what you feel, what kind of stories your favourite music tells. It’s a mirror of you. Led Zepp is not a band with three beats and five words in the lyrics. It’s long, it’s literary, and it’s epic. It tells a lot about the person, especially a person who loves music and stories as much as Dean does. By showing Cas that he loves these 13 songs of Led Zeppelin, he told Cas he loves cock rock, sexual innuendos, shameless romanticism, fantasy references, biblical imagery, American blues, stories about life, death, love, sex, angels, Satan, mythology, science-fiction and Lord of the Rings. If this band is not a metaphor for the many sides of the real Dean Winchester, I don’t know what is. Dean showed Cas his non-performing side.

This is not even good gift giving, Dean, darling - a nice gift would be giving Cas music HE would enjoy, not you. Give him Beyonce (“Halo” would be nice, lol), give him rap, give him some Britney Spears. No, you gave him Led Zepp, with a NOTE that these are your favourite songs.

You wanted to show yourself to him. This is fucking intimate.

The cassette is a symbol for Dean, for Dean's heart, like the necklace was a symbol of Arwen's heart. That is why no matter what Cas did in 12x19, Dean is still on his side. Why he fixed his truck, gave him the Impala keys without thinking, tried to talk to him instead of fighting him, why he was so hurt Cas left before. That's why he didn't even consider taking the cassette back. Because he has made his decision, he gave himself to Cas, and he will not hear of Cas giving it back (you can't give it back, really). Just look how quickly Cas grabs the tape back. He even uses it later to highlight "we", waving it between him and Dean. This moment is showing us Dean has given his true self to Cas, and he is not changing his mind. This happened already, and no one witnessed it but the two of them. Cas only tried to give it back, because he thought that after what he was about to do, Dean would want it back. Nope.

Nothing to see here. Moving on.

“Top 13”

Yeah, these are his favourite songs, but not all of them, just the best ones. Why thirteen? This is actually a weird number of songs for a cassette tape, especially for a band like Led Zeppelin. It’s too few for 90 min, and too many for 60 min (usual lengths of tapes). So I see three reasons:

Dean just chose songs that send exactly the message he wanted to send, so he didn’t need more songs.

It’s a reference to season 13 - which, I believe, will be romance heavy and amazing.

It’s a reference to “13 Reasons Why”, a show about a girl’s suicide and cassette tapes since this is the same episode where Kelly kills herself, dies, and is revived by the Nephilim, (and therefore it’s canon that the Nephilim can bring people from the dead. Cas, anyone?)

All of the above.

“Zepp”

Besides the fact that liking Led Zeppelin says tons about the real Dean Winchester, it has also different meanings:

Led Zeppelin is a shorthand for seduction, but also for a cosmic romantic connection.

We know two situations where Led Zepp is mentioned in terms of seducing somebody. Jo mentions that hunters want to get into her pants with “some pizza, a sixpack and side one of Zeppelin IV”. This means pretty much the same as “they think they can impress me with cool music while they only know four songs played frequently on the radio, fucking posers.” See, I know Dean is better than to put Stairway to Heaven or Rock n’ Roll on his mixtape, since these are the most popular, i.e. impersonal of Zeppelin songs (although he may be partial to “Battle of Evermore”, since he is a huge nerd). Aaaaaanyway, the other time we see Led Zepp as a seduction technique is when Nick the Siren talks to Dean about some more obscure Led Zepp records - he outdid Dean with his knowledge of Led Zepp trivia - and Dean is bought. This is exactly the opposite of knowing only side A of Zeppelin IV. This is a real deal, and Dean is so mesmerized.

And then we have the literal “match made in Heaven” of John and Mary - and we know she used Led Zeppelin to test John as a potential lover. He knew all the lyrics (again, real, deep knowledge of the subject vs the superficial one), and she knew he was worth going for. I don’t think Dean is testing Cas, but I think that since John and Mary connected over Zeppelin LYRICS, the lyrics are as important for Dean as the music is. That’s why he used them to show Cas what he feels. And it also reminds him of his parents.

Plus, honestly, if reciting/playing Led Zepp lyrics to somebody doesn’t feel dirty and/or disgustingly romantic, you’re doing it wrong. “Squeeze me baby, ‘till the juice runs down my leg”? Really?

Led Zepp is connected to John

Remember how, when we see Dean for the first time connecting with a kid in season 1, he teaches him that “Zeppelin rules”? That’s because Zeppelin is in Deans mind “father’s music”. It’s something you show your kid, something you can bond over.

It’s a well known thing that we choose partners similar to our parents, so it’s not a shocker that Dean connects John’s music with his love interests. It’s nothing weird. If he was going for a girl, he’d look for somebody who is like more like Mary (and since she also loved Led Zepp - well, remember Jo?)

Led Zepp is connected to Mary.

Since Dean and Mary are so similar, it’s not surprising that his first thought how to connect with his love interest is through Led Zeppelin (just how her was, when she met John).

“Traxx”

Ha! This one is great. They spelled it this way probably mostly to get our attention. “Tracks” was a legendary gayclub in Washington DC, and even now there is a gay club under this name in Denver, plus there are gay clubs all around the US and Canada that are called “Trax” or “Traxx”. Subtle and awesome. It’s a nice shout out to Dean saying he was in Purgatory in Miami.

(Edit: Plus, as many people pointed out to me since I wrote this piece, XX is also a common shorthand for kisses. I knew that, but I wasn’t sure it was something Dean would do. But now I agree. I guess I didn’t give Dean enough credit for being sappy. :)

The whole “Deans top 13 Zepp Traxx” label is Dean “no-homo”ing the tape - “Dude, look how cool I am, ain’t got no time for good grammar and proper spelling, dude. Bro.” You know, in case Sam sees the tape, and there are questions. *eyeroll*

3) Music as a non-textual device

It was said once that even though Led Zeppelin is Dean Winchester’s favourite band, we will not ever hear it on the show, because the royalties are just too. Damn. Expensive. The show can’t afford it in their budget to put Led Zeppelin on the soundtrack, even though the band’s music is crucial to understanding Dean Winchester’s complexity. So instead of scraping more money, they pulled “High Fidelity”, and put music IN THE NARRATIVE. This, my loves, is pragmatism 101. Why to spend a fortune to put ONE Led Zepp song in the episode, when you could just send your viewers to their Spotify account and listen to ALL the songs there, thus creating their own soundtrack for this episode and the relationship between the characters. I wish I would be this smart. This actually achieved several goals at once.

All Led Zeppelin music is now a textual part of the universe and Dean’s character, not just two songs that he mentioned in season 4. We know the tape has 13 songs, but we don’t know which ones, which means all the songs can be there, until we are told differently - “Schroedinger’s Mixtape”. Some viewers can even no-homo the tape by picking the songs that are neither sexual nor romantic, but it will be HARD.

4) Michelangelo’s “The creation of Adam”

In the way this moment is shot, we are reminded where they stand in the beginning of this episode - Cas is the celestial being (who just has been to Heaven), and Dean once again represents humanity - the humanity that Cas is canonically in love with.

(On another note: Michelangelo is one of the most famous gay icons in history.)

5) This short moment showed us as well that there is so much stuff happening off screen that we never get too see. Who knows what else we don’t know? What else happened between these two characters that we never heard about? This made me think we should always be careful with the new showrunners, since they love puzzles, games, and pieces of information peppered over the whole season that are not always what they are. There is ALWAYS MORE. They love playing with meta reading, and it’s glorious.

Also, instead of showing us the moment where Dean gives Cas the tape (what would be a regular thing to do), they showed us the BACK END of the situation. We have to construct what happened from the end, backwards. We know Cas got the tape, both characters know what happened between them when he received it from Dean, but we HAVE NO IDEA. We don’t get to see it because we were not privy to that moment. It was JUST BETWEEN THEM. It was an intimate moment that no one else got to witness, even the audience. And it makes it so much more important. It adds a new level of privacy and intimacy to their relationship, and it’s amazing, especially since the last few seasons seemed like they never are alone anymore.

6) Why a cassette tape? Especially since we don’t even know if Cas has a way to listen to it?

Because it’s a frikkin’ romantic trope!

In the world of storytelling mixtapes scream romance, and not much else (well, parental love, but that is so not the case here). It’s a thing that made me sit up and stare at the screen the moment it arrived, because I couldn’t believe they went there. I thought it was another queerbaiting moment, like the infamous boner prom-shot, but once they started sharing with each other how they felt, ALONE, ON SCREEN, IN WORDS, I knew it wasn’t. It was a way to show more casual viewers a symbol they would understand, while still staying in character. Dean would not write a love letter, or a poem, or even speak openly about his feelings, but he so would take time and effort to create a tape, especially since mixtapes were the language of showing your feelings that was in use when he was young and had his first crushes. And if Cas was more human, he’d understand it immediately. I hope he did anyway, he has got his pop culture references from Metatron, maybe some John-Hughes-references there.

The tape is new, the label is clean, words visible, plastic unscratched. If it was a tape Dean had before, it’s be dirty from lying in his car forever. Plus, noone makes mixtapes for themselves, especially when they already have albums - it’s too much effort for too little gain. It’s not John’s, because it cleary says “Dean’s”. Ergo - it’s freshly made. For Cas.

In conclusion: with the shortest piece of dialogue possible, and exactly three movements of the actors, they shot the narrative onwards and upwards on so many levels:

Dean’s performing facade falling down,

Dean showing (and giving) his true self to Cas,

Hints of off-screen moments between them that we know nothing about (added a new level of intimacy),

Cas being linked to the textual and intertextual codes for eternal love and sexual seduction,

Some hints for the future,

Dean is humanity (and Cas loves humanity),

Bisexual!Dean,

Binding the show to its earlier seasons.

20 seconds. 13 words. I am blown away.

I probably could find more layers, but I think four pages of meta for 20 seconds of TV is enough for now. Thanks for reading! It was fun!

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