Request by @jessicalynnann: What about one where the reader and Eileen get super drunk while the boys are out and Eileen calls Dean to come get the reader and she is all giggly and flirts with Dean and it is fluffy and just cute.
Summary: You and Eileen have a girls night that end with you confessing something to the man that you love.
The brothers are gone for the night, and that means you and Eileen have the entire bunker to yourselves. Dean has the good alcohol stashed in the library where Sam won’t be able to find it, but you know exactly where it is. You’ll have to buy him more bottles if you and Eileen are going to drink them all. You’re seated at the table with your feet resting on the wood surface, and Eileen is seated on the floor next to you.
“You know what we never talk about?” you ask with a slight slur.
“What?”
She may be drunk, but she can still read your lips. Plus, her hearing aid helps with some of the sound.
“You and Sam. You two are so cute together,” you giggle. “You need to make a move because he’s not getting any younger.”
“We’re just friends,” she says and takes another sip of her bottle.
“Yeah, friends who need to fuck,” you laugh.
“Okay, what about you and Dean?”
She gets up on wobbly legs and takes a seat next to you so she can see you and read your lips better.
“What about me and Dean?”
”Come on, you two are practically dating.”
She’s right. You and Dean are so close and have kissed each other before, but nothing has gone beyond that. He treats you like a girlfriend without the sex and vice versa. It’s kind of annoying since all you want to do is rip his clothes off, but he hasn’t had the “talk” with you yet. It wouldn’t be hard if he didn’t make it so damn difficult to get over.
“Dean isn’t into me like that,” you shake your head.
“Yeah, okay,” she scoffs. She looks at the half-drunk bottle and sets it down with a sigh. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“What? No, stay with me,” you whine.
“I’m seeing two of you right now,” she chuckles. “That’s me saying I need to stop. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Fine. I don’t mind drinking by myself.”
Eileen wobbles away to her room, leaving you alone in the library. You’re almost done with Dean’s most expensive bottle when you hear the metal door to the Bunker open. You look to the right and see Sam and Dean walk down, and your eyes widen with happiness.
“Sammy! Dean! You’re back!” you giggle loudly.
“Are you drunk?” Sam chuckles.
“I don’t know, am I?”
“Okay, where is Eileen?”
“In her room. Are you going to tuck her in? Kiss her goodnight?” you giggle.
Sam doesn’t say anything but make eye contact with his brother. Sam leaves the party and heads to Eileen’s room to see if she is okay.
“Are you drinking my good stuff?” Dean gasps, looking at the bottle in your hand.
“Yeah-huh,” you nod and remove your legs from the table. “Don’t worry, Dean, I’ll get you more.”
“You better. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“No,” you huff and slide the bottle from you. “I’m mad at you.”
“Why?”
“Because you won’t tell me how you feel. If it were up to me, I’d fuck you right here and now.”
Dean’s eyes get a little darker, but he won’t say what’s really on his mind. You’re not in the right mind for this conversation, so the best thing he can do is take you to bed and talk with you tomorrow about this.
“Okay, come on, let’s go to bed.”
Dean reaches for you and helps you to your feet, but you don’t want to go to bed just yet. You fling yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Let’s stay here. No one is here to watch,” you giggle.
“No, I’m taking you to bed. Don’t make this harder for me.”
“The only thing on you that I want hard is your dick.”
Dean chuckles and nods impatiently, knowing that he is going to have to carry you to bed if you’re not going to walk yourself. Without thinking, he bends down and grabs your legs, lifting you up and over his shoulder. You squeal in surprise, hitting his back with almost dead-weight, laughing when he starts to walk toward your room.
“You have such a perfect ass, Dean.”
You slap his ass, making Dean roll his eyes in resistance. It is taking everything in him not to throw you down and fuck you right here and now. He has been holding himself back since the moment he laid his eyes on you; he can wait a night. He takes you to your room and sets you gently on the bed so he doesn’t hurt you.
“Dean, please stay,” you say breathlessly.
You keep trying to get him to stay, but he keeps dodging your efforts to stay. It gets to the point where it pisses him off just how much he can’t take advantage of you. He pulls away from you completely and holds your shoulders, staring deeply into your eyes.
“Y/N, listen to me. I want nothing more than to get you into bed. If you still want me when you’re sober, then I will spend all night making sure you know how much I love you,” he whispers the last part.
“You are a beautiful white man, Dean Winchester.”
“Okay,” he sighs.
“What woman wouldn’t want you? You’re the best man ever.”
“Sleep tight. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Dean tucks you into bed, and as soon as you feel the covers over you, you fall into a deep sleep. Dean kisses your forehead and leaves your room, closing your door softly behind him. He leans against the door in thought, trying to calm his racing heart. Maybe you feel the same about him because drunk words are sober thoughts, and he can’t stop thinking about you.
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Summary: You and Sam have a strict online relationship where you two have never met in person. All that changes when Sam decides to ask for your location.
Square Filled: location by khalid (2019) for @spnsongchallengebingo
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I don’t wanna fall in love off of subtweets, so Let’s get personal I got a lot of cool spots that we can go Tell me what’s the move and I got you I’m only acting like this ‘cause I like you, oh Just give me the vibe to slide then Oh, I might make you mine by the night, and
Send me your location Let’s focus on communicating 'Cause I just need the time and place to come through (Place to come through) Send me your location Let’s ride the vibrations I don’t need nothing else but you
Despite constantly talking to the younger Winchester, you’ve never met him in person. You met through a string of hunters when you really needed help with a hunt you were on. It was nothing special, but they had the materials and skills you needed in order to complete the job. When you called, you got a hold of Sam who said that they were neck deep in their own shit, but will send Garth to help you instead.
You got your hunt done with no problem, but that didn’t end the mysterious relationship you had with Sam. Every night, you’d call him and tell him about your day while he complained about his, and you’d bond over some family drama that you knew too much about. It became such a regular thing that you’d have to call Sam if you wanted to feel complete. There hasn’t been a day when you two haven’t talked over the phone despite Dean’s whines about how late it was in whatever motel they were staying at.
You hunted alone, and they were looking for one more to join their pack.
It was the perfect excuse to meet up with one another.
Two years, seven months, and sixteen days is how long you’ve been talking to Sam. You know everything there is to know about him, so you’re not so sure why you’re so nervous to finally see him face to face. You kind of know what he looks like through the descriptions of other hunters, but you don’t know for sure. You know exactly what Dean looks like since he has an online dating profile that Sam laughed with you about. If Dean looks so tall and muscular, and with how deep Sam’s voice is, you can only imagine what he looks like.
Is it possible to have a crush on someone you have never met? There have been a few nights when you and Sam crossed that line into the unknown, getting out your frustrations through a little dirty talk, but you have never stated what you two are. Yes, you’re friends, but could you be more than that?
There is only one way to find out.
Sam asked for your location when he heard you were in the same town as he and Dean. Without hesitation, you gave it to him, and have been waiting for the last two hours for him to show up. You know he’s working a case while you’re here on “vacation”, so you don’t mind waiting. It’s not so good for your anxiety, but you keep yourself busy with your phone. There’s a new game you just downloaded that has been sucking up all your free time.
“Y/N?”
You’ve just passed the level you’ve been stuck on for a while when you heard your name. You instantly recognize the voice it belongs to. You look up from your phone and into the eyes of the person you’ve come to love. Man, he is nothing like his brother. For one, he’s taller, more muscular, and he has longer hair.
He’s gorgeous.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he smiles.
If you weren’t in love before, you certainly are now. As your brain plays catch-up with the situation, your legs are already heading over to him. You can see Dean in the background, waiting by his car, but you don’t pay him any attention. You run at full speed to Sam, jumping into his arms and wrapping all your limbs around him.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” you laugh with a hint of a few tears in your eyes.
“I can’t believe this either.”
His strong arms hold you up to prevent you from falling on your ass. You never had a place to call home, but you know that Sam’s arms are it. He lets you down, and it’s only now that you fully comprehend just how tall he is. He grabs the sides of your face and stares into your eyes, leaning down and kissing you.
This should have happened two years ago, but it’s better late than never. Never have you ever been so happy to kiss someone before.
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Sam got the woman to the hospital just in time for you three to head back to your dad’s cabin and regroup. You and Dean are sitting at the table staring at your dad’s flask, Sam is on the phone with the hospital, Meg is drinking your beer, and Castiel is making more sandwiches for you three to eat.
“Okay, thanks,” Sam says before hanging up. “She’s fine. She’s checking out of the hospital tonight.”
“Well, that’s positive,” Castiel states, passing a plate to you and Dean with sandwiches on them.
“Thank you, Castiel,” you smile politely.
“Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid?” Meg asks. “You were right there.”
“Can you shut the hell up for once? Please?” you sigh. “We’re not like you, Meg. We don’t just care about ourselves. We help people no matter what. That’s not something you’ll ever learn.”
“Because Dick made more Dicks,” Sam says. “He must’ve kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere. Uh, they’d all have to touch it.”
Castiel clears his throat and washes the dishes, not commenting on anything.
“Hey, shifty, what’s your problem?” Dean asks.
“Do we need a cat? Doesn’t this place feel one species short?”
“We already have a dog,” you say and point to Zeus who barks.
Joanna mimics the dog and barks in her own way, and you giggle into her hair. She looks at her daddy and reaches out for him so he can hold her.
“It’s not like I carried you for nine months or anything.”
“Dada,” Joanna grins.
Dean takes her into his arms, trying to hide his smile. He is beyond happy that she said his name first before yours.
“You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks? Crowley was pretty sure that you could help,” he says once his daughter is in his arms.
“I can’t help. Do you understand? I can’t. I destroyed… everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?”
“No, we can’t,” you say and stand up. “We can’t leave it. You let these fucking things in.”
“So, you don’t get to make a sandwich. You don’t get a damn cat. Nobody cares that you’re broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!” Dean says harshly.
You look at Dean in shock that he would say something like this to him. Behind Castiel’s eyes is pain at the harshness of his words, but he doesn’t show it. He puts down the dishes he is holding and walks over to Dean.
“You know… we should play Twister.”
Castiel disappears right before Dean’s eyes, and Meg rolls her own.
“Nice. You scared off the Empire’s only hope.”
“Meaning?” Sam wonders.
“Has it ever occurred to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits.”
“He’ll be able to spot the real Dick.”
“Gold star, sugarpants. Too bad he’s Fruit Loops. You might’ve had a chance.”
There is a sound of angel wings fluttering, and you turn to see Castiel with a Twister board on the floor. You honestly don’t even recognize your friend anymore. You’re not sure what you can do to help him recover from whatever pain he had to go through while healing Sam. All you can do now is just watch him and make sure he doesn’t disappear again. Dean and Sam continue to watch the security cameras while you hang with Castiel and Joanna on the floor.
“Come on, say ‘mama’. Ma-ma.”
“Dada,” she smiles.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” you ask with your eyes narrowed playfully.
She makes spit bubbles and laughs, and you can’t help but giggle in response.
“There’s no real point in looking for a tell. They all downloaded Dick’s brain. They’ve all got the same tells,” Dean groans.
“Alright, then maybe the question is, what would the real Dick be doing?”
“Is that the best you can do? Idjits,” your dad makes an appearance.
“Bobby. We didn’t know if you’d–”
“Well, you should’ve. You got the flask. Dumbass. You should’ve burned it right off.”
“Bobby.”
Your dad motions for you to follow him outside, so you three separate from Castiel to go outside and talk to your dad.
“I’m still jonesing to go back, grab some poor bastard, and kill them going after Dick. It’s bad. Let’s be real. I damn near killed you and that woman.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Bobby–not really.”
“Right. That’s just what ghosts turn into. I really bet the farm I could outsmart that.”
“So, what’s it feel like?”
“What? Going vengeful? It’s an itch you can’t scratch out. Look… I’m done. Go get Dick, but don’t do it because you think it’ll scratch the itch. Do it because it’s the job, and when it’s your time… go.”
You can’t seem to look at your dad because if you do, then you know you’d be a crying mess. Of course, you don’t want him to go, but he can’t stay like this forever. You were scared of this exact thing happening to him and to you.
“Y/N?”
“I don’t want you to go,” you whisper emotionally.
You know he has to, but this just hurts too damn much. Dean gets up and takes Joanna from you so you and your dad can have a moment alone before you say goodbye to him for good. You and your dad step off to the side so that the men don’t have to go anywhere.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of. I was afraid of feeling this way a second time.”
“I just want you to know how proud I am of you. You’ve surpassed my expectations as a witch and as a mother. There’s no one I’d rather have as a daughter than you. I’m sorry I’ve put you through this pain, but I didn’t want to leave you and Joanna.”
“I love you so much,” you sniffle.
“I love you more. I don’t know where I’m going, but just know I’ll always be here to watch over you. You’re never going to be alone, you hear me?”
“I know.” You look over at Sam and Dean who quickly look away as they pretend not to listen. “Okay, we’re ready.”
He and Sam take the flask and go out back where they start a small fire to put the flask in. Dean has the flask in his hands while you hold Joanna, but he can’t seem to do it.
“Here’s to… running into you guys on the other side. Only… not too soon. Alright?” your dad says.
“Goodbye, daddy,” you whisper.
“Goodbye, darling.”
Dean tosses the flask into the flames without the leather cover on it. The more it burns, the more your dad is closer to the end. You look at your dad and watch as flames envelope his entire body. You let out a sob and turn to your husband who takes you into his arms.
“Mama,” Joanna finally says, touching your cheek.
“Yes, I’m your mama,” you smile through your tears.
You look up and see Castiel watching you from the back window, and there is a certain look of uncertainty in his eyes. You pull away from Dean and leave the fire to go back inside. The brothers put out the flames a few minutes later and followed loosely behind.
“Cas, I need a wingman,” Dean clears his throat.
“Dean…”
“You don’t want to jump into the jaws of death, that’s… fine. How about we run a little errand? You too, Y/N.”
“Can you watch her?” you ask Sam and pass her off to her uncle.
“Sure.”
Instead of driving there, Castiel offered to be the ride. Dean gave Castiel the location, and you know exactly where he wants to take you two. He’s going to the place where his precious car is being stored for the time being. You know he really misses her, but it’s only a matter of time before you can use it again. With a flutter of angel wings, you and Dean disappear from your dad’s cabin to the place where Baby is being stored.
“Thanks for the lift.”
“My pleasure.” Dean walks to his baby and lifts the corner of the tarp covering her, smiling softly at the shiny metal. “Dean…”
“I know you’re scared, Castiel,” you cut in before he can say anything more. “I’m scared. You let these things in, and they beat you, and now you’re afraid of facing them because they might beat you again. I understand that, but we have a way to end this. It doesn’t matter what you did, Castiel. It matters what you do now, and you’re the only one who can help take all of them down. You did a bad thing, but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“I’m not good luck, Y/N,” Castiel whispers.
“She’s right, you know. Bottom of the ninth, and you’re the only guy left on the bench… Sorry, but I’d rather have you, cursed or not. Anyway, nut up, alright? We’re all cursed. Do we seem like good luck to you?” Dean says the same thing but in his own way. Castiel stares at the two of you with an unknown look on his face. “What?”
“Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness from both of you.”
“That’s because we’re giving it to you, Castiel. You’ve earned it.”
“Well, I’ll go with you, and I’ll do my best.”
“Thanks,” Dean says with a small smile.
“So, can I ask what the plan is?”
“Well, according to Crowley, Dick knows we’re coming, so we’re gonna announce ourselves–big,” Dean smirks.
“Go big or go home,” you shrug.
Dean never lets anyone drive his precious Baby, but he had to if he wanted to distract most of the Leviathans. You hated this idea, but you had to have Meg drive it so that the Leviathans would think it’s you instead of her. While she is speeding up to the doors, you and the Winchesters went through the back and split up. Sam is going to go find Kevin since they are holding him here, and you and Dean go with Castiel so he can point out where the real Dick is.
“Take her. Keep her safe, okay? I can’t kill Dick if I’m worried about her,” you say to Sam and hand Joanna to her.
“Of course.”
“Mama,” Joanna whines, reaching out for you.
“Not now, baby. You’re going to be with your uncle Sammy, okay? Be a good girl.”
You kiss her head and look at Sam before leaving for Dean and Castiel’s side.
“We’ll be right back, sweetheart,” Dean sighs.
He kisses his daughter before leaving so that it’s not any worse than it already is. You leave with the two men, trying to find the best way to Dick without raising suspicion. You’d rather not kill a bunch of Leviathans only to alert Dick and have him get away. It’s too quiet in this building, but you have a mission to do. Every Leviathan you see, you have to make sure they aren’t the real Dick based on Castiel’s opinion. When you see a Leviathan, he looks at them and nods yes or no if they are the real Dick.
Each one you pass is the wrong person, so you have to continue on until you reach the real one. Gunshots ring out from the front of the building, and you know Meg is doing her part. You only have so much time before Dick is alerted by them dying.
You’re about to walk past a conference room that had glass walls when you notice Dick sitting in there alone. You stop and look at Castiel, nodding to the room to tell him there is someone in there. You move out of the way so he can peek inside, but when he shakes his head at you, you know you have to keep looking.
If you had to guess, Dick would be in the bottom level where the labs would be so as to keep everything he’s doing out of the public eye. You three take the stairs to the labs which also have glass windows and walls. You turn the corner and see Dick and another Leviathan dressed like a doctor. Castiel peeks at them from behind you, and when he nods his head, you know you have your guy.
You bend down and sneak past the window so he won’t be able to see you when you come to a door that has access to the room. You unlock it with your magic and tiptoe inside, not alerting either Leviathan. Dick is standing there with his back to you, holding some kind of small creamer. You believe this will end mankind as you know it if he gets this distributed.
“You know, I think this might end up the slickest little genocide in history,” Dick chuckles, downing the small container.
“Thank you, sir,” the Leviathan grins, packing a box with the small creamers.
“Just sayin’. I smell 'promotion’.”
You sneak up behind the Leviathan and form a magical sword since it’s a lot quieter than Dean unsheathing his machete. You slice right through the Leviathan’s neck, cutting his head clean off. He gargles up blood but drops dead. If Dick didn’t know you were here before, he does now. He crushes the creamer container in his hands and turns around, making eye contact with your bright blue ones. He looks down at his friend, but he doesn’t have any reaction.
“Little abrupt… but okay,” he chuckles. “Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise.”
Dean reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a bone soaked in blood. If you’re dealing with Dick, you have to be smarter than he is. The first rule of dealing with the diabolical ones is that you always need a back up, and this is your back up weapon. This is the distraction while you have the real one on you.
You just have to figure out the best time to use it.
“And good on you for pulling that together. A-plus.”
“Oh, you don’t think this’ll work, do you? You trust that demon?” Dean asks, stepping over Dick’s dead friend so he can get closer to him.
“You sure I’m even me, Dean?”
“No, but he is,” Dean says, gesturing to Castiel who glares at him. Based on Dick’s reaction, you know he doesn’t like that Castiel knows who everyone is. “See, here’s the thing when dealing with Crowley–he will always find a way to bone you.”
“This meeting’s over.”
Castiel is the first to try and take down Dick, but the Leviathan is quick to overpower him. Dick grabs Castiel’s shoulders and throws him into the wall behind him, watching as the plaster cracks beneath him. With him distracted, Dean uses that fake weapon and stabs Dick in the chest. He gasps and staggers, but this, of course, doesn’t work on him.
You have the real thing.
Dick laughs and removes the bone with no issue, snapping it in two with his bare hands. You have to be smarter than Dick if you want to kill him. You think back to what your mom said to you when you were in your magical coma after trying to defeat two Leviathans.
“Leviathans are powerful creatures, and it takes a lot more than normal to take them down–more than what you and your daughter can provide.”
If you can’t combine your magic with your daughter’s to defeat Dick, then you have to use your other abilities to achieve it. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm yourself, and because of it, you think of the perfect solution. Dean and Castiel don’t know what you’re going to do, they just know you’re going to do something.
“Did you really think you could trump me?” Dick laughs.
“No, but she can.”
You open your eyes just as a wave of magic stems from your body onward. Everything slows down until it stops completely. You have stopped the effects of time once again, and not even Dick can go against that. You look at Dean to see him smirking because he knows that your side is going to win. Castiel looks very worried because in his mind, there is doubt you can pull this off. Dick looks cocky because Dean’s words haven’t sunk into his brain just yet. The more you use this power, the more you have control over it.
You make sure not to touch anything or anyone–you don’t want to fuck this up before it’s even had a chance to start. You maneuver to behind Dick, looking to your left through the small windows on the doors. You can see Kevin and Sam rush over to the room with Joanna in your brother-in-law’s arms.
“I hope you know how much I love you,” you say to Joanna even though she can’t hear you. You’re not even sure why you’re saying this, but you have a feeling something bad is going to happen. “I hope you know that your dad and I would do anything to give you the childhood we never had. I hope you get that, baby girl.”
You turn back to Dick and take the real weapon out of your jacket pocket. A single tear slides down your face as you return time back to normal. Your magic is sucked back into your body as if it never left. Dick looks around for you, and you reach up to tap his shoulder. He swiftly turns around to face you, your feet are almost touching with how close you two are.
“This is for my dad, you Dick.” You take the real weapon and slam it into his neck, watching as it sticks out on the other end. You’re blown back from the impact, knocking into Castiel. Dick yells in pain and in agony that he lost this battle to a couple of hunters. “Don’t fucking mess with a witch next time.”
As soon as you stick that weapon in his neck, Sam and Kevin come barreling into the room with worried looks on their faces. Dick’s face transforms into his Leviathan form before returning to normal. Black blood starts to pour out of his nose and mouth, but he isn’t fazed by it at all. He starts to laugh evilly, in a way that makes your skin crawl. Waves of energy pulsate from his body in time with a loud, accelerating heartbeat. Suddenly, the energy is sucked back into his body in the same way that your magic was sucked into yours.
Due to this, Dick explodes into black goo. You close your eyes to shield yourself from the blast, but when you open your eyes, you’re not in the lab anymore.
In fact, you’re not even in the same environment.
You scramble to your feet and look around you to gauge just how bad this is. You’re not in the Sucrocorp building anymore… you’re in a dark forest. There are whispers and shuffling coming from all around you, but you can’t see anyone with your normal vision and your magic.
“Dean!” you shout.
You don’t think that’s a good idea, but you’re alone and scared.
“Sam!”
No one is answering you, which makes you think you’re all alone here.
“Joanna?” you ask, but much more quietly.
Tears brim your eyes when you have no clue what you did or even where you are. More importantly, what happened to Sam and your daughter? And why aren’t they with you?
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You grab Joanna and walk to the bedroom so you can get ready as well as get her ready. You set her on the bed and watch as she stands and bounces on the bed gently. You chuckle and grab one of your shirts from the drawers. You look at the shirt and just sigh, taking a seat on the end of the bed. You’ve been waiting for this moment for months, to kill Dick for killing your father. You have all the ingredients, you have the weapon, now you just need a plan of attack.
You’re so much in your own head that you don’t hear the bedroom door open and your husband walk in.
“You okay?”
“This has to work Dean,” you sigh and look up at him. “If it doesn’t, he’s going to kill us and Joanna. That’s a guarantee.”
“That’s the exact reason why this is going to work. You’re a damn light witch, and the best one at that.”
“I want him dead for what he did,” you say emotionally, sniffling to keep the tears in.
“You’re going to get the chance to avenge your dad’s death. We’ll make sure Joanna is out of harm’s way. We’ll keep her with Sam and have him hang back if that will make you feel better.”
“I love you.”
You stand up and kiss him with everything you got, keeping in mind your daughter who has no idea what is going on. You pull away and turn to the bed to get dressed when your daughter does something you knew was coming for a while now but didn’t know it would be now. Dean starts to leave the room, but she doesn’t want him to go just yet. The bed isn’t as hard as the floor, so she wobbles and falls a few times as she tries to run to him.
“Dada,” she says, reaching out to him.
Both yours and Dean’s jaws drop but for different reasons.
“Traitor,” you gasp playfully.
“What the hell did she just say?” Dean gasps.
“Dada!” Joanna says again, reaching out for him.
“Yes, I’m your daddy!” Dean laughs happily.
He picks Joanna up and spins her around, kissing her cheeks.
“Do you know who I am?” you ask her, taking her tiny hands between two fingers.
“Dada!” she squeals.
You look at Dean and see hints of tears in his eyes. You know how much this means to him, and you’re glad he got to have this moment.
“Are you okay?” you chuckle.
“I’m just happy,” he whispers truthfully.
You haven’t seen that smile in a long time, and you’re glad he has it now.
“Well, you definitely got a Daddy’s girl. Come on, let’s get ready.”
You quickly change into more comfortable clothing before leaving the bedroom. You smile widely when you hear Dean talking to his baby girl as if she can talk in full sentences. You have no clue what is going to happen later, but you’re glad you got to her hear first word and see her first steps.
You don’t know what’s going to happen, but you have a feeling it won’t be good.
You’re finally outside of Sucrocorp, but you have to have a plan instead of going in half-assed. You have to scout the area, see where Dick is, and then follow up with a plan. There are three of you, so you have more wiggle room here. Dean parked a ways away from the building, using binoculars to see while Sam is using his laptop to get into the cameras using whatever Charlie left on his laptop.
“You got it yet?”
“Here we go.”
You scoot further up so you’re right behind the brothers to see the laptop. Sam’s laptop shows footage of the board room where a meeting is still in progress. Dick is sitting there talking to his fellow Leviathans, and your eyes narrow.
“Thank you, Charlie, wherever you are,” Sam mutters.
“Got you, Dick.”
“Yeah, that’s the second floor.” The screen changes to show more cameras, one of which is the camera right outside Dick’s office where you can clearly see him sitting at his office, alone. “What the hell? Is that Dick?”
The screen now shows footage of Dick walking alone in a hallway.
“Son of a bitch. This motherfucker told everyone to look like him so we wouldn’t know who the real Dick is,” you curse.
“Cycle through again,” Dean orders.
While Sam is doing that, you grab the binoculars and notice someone walking to the front door. When you clear your vision, you notice it’s the maid you saw at the motel when you left Emily all alone. It’s the same motel room your dad went missing from.
“Son of a bitch,” you curse.
“What?”
“That’s the maid from the motel. The room where my dad disappeared to. We found him.” The maid walks to the building in determination. “Oh no, dad, what are you doing?”
“Wait. Are you saying that Bobby–”
“Look, just, uh, wait here.”
“I’ll go with you,” Sam says.
“Are you two out of your mind?”
“Don’t worry, Dean. I have the weapon, you have eyes on Dick, plural. We’ll take care of my dad. We’ll be right back.”
“Sam! Y/N!”
You and Sam leave the car without waiting for Dean’s response. You two rush over to the maid before she could even enter the building and alert all the Leviathans there. Sam decides to take the direct approach while you hang back just in case something bad happens. Sam rushes in front of the maid, holding his hands to stop her.
“Bobby? I know you’re in there. Listen to me. There are cameras everywhere. There’s one right there.” Sam points to one nearby. “Stop, okay? You’re gonna get her killed.” Your dad pushes Sam to the ground as hard as he can, but that doesn’t stop Sam from getting back up and trying again. “Bobby! Damn it! How are you gonna kill Dick, huh? You can’t!”
Your dad takes out a large knife from one of the maid’s pockets.
“Good enough for me,” she says in a distorted voice.
Your dad slashes at Sam to get him to move out of his way, and you gasp at his behavior. Sam looks up at the security camera and practically tackles your dad to the ground behind a parked vehicle to stay out of sight of the cameras.
“No! I’m not letting you go.”
“Get out of here, Sam. You too, Y/N.”
“No!” you yell.
Your dad slams Sam into the car and grabs his throat, squeezing it tightly.
“Daddy! Please stop!” you squeak, tears leaking from your eyes.
Your dad turns and looks at how scared you are. You would use your magic, but you don’t want to end up hurting the poor woman that he is inhabiting. Your dad knows how reckless he’s being, so he forces himself off Sam and leaves the woman’s body so that he’s a ghost again. The woman falls to the ground, but before she could crack her head open, you rush to catch her.
“We can’t be here.”
Sam coughs as he gathers himself. Your dad’s flask is inside the maid’s pockets, so you take it and place it in your own. Once Sam can breathe properly, he scoops the woman into his arms. You can’t get Dick tonight because of what your dad pulled, so you’ll have to score for tomorrow. If Dick was here all day today, then you know he is going to be here all day tomorrow. You and Sam bring the woman to the car where Dean is as confused as ever.
“What the hell happened?” Dean wonders.
“Just drive. We’ll explain later.”
Dean has no choice but to listen.
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You figured with all of your resources and people you know, you would have found your dad a lot sooner. He’s been missing for a whole ass month, doing whatever he’s been doing to try and get Dick Roman off his high throne. You have no way to track him down, so you have to wait until he comes to you instead of the other way around. The only thing you can focus on is your family and the fact that your little girl is now eleven months old. She is almost a year old, and you have no clue what you’re going to do for her birthday.
She is walking and is so close to talking, you can feel it. She is babbling a lot more and trying to imitate you or Dean whenever you sound out words to her. Your little girl is growing up so quickly, you can’t keep up with her. Before you know it, she is going to be going to preschool, and then she’s going to go to her prom.
Moments like these are special, and you have to hold them close to your heart because this only happens once in a lifetime. You can have more children, but there will always be one Joanna, so it’s going to be different with every child you may have. These moments are far in between because you’re this close to finally killing Dick. All you have left to do is grab Crowley’s blood and get a righteous bone, which is where you three are heading out to do.
You’re keeping Joanna entertained in the back seat with your magic. You’re making it rain down in sparkles and wisps, capturing her attention. She has bright green eyes, but the blue magic makes her eyes sparkle more. She coos and reaches out for the magic, but it’s always just out of reach for her.
“Are we almost there?” you ask.
“Exit is in three miles,” Sam says.
“I still say this is a bad idea,” Dean sighs.
“Dean, it was your idea, and it was the best one either of us had,” you chirp.
“I said it as a joke.”
“It was a bad joke–good idea.”
“Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book, and nothing on how to find a fucking righteous bone.”
“We can call Castiel again.”
“No, you know what happened last time. Y/N and I finally had some alone time, so we took the car out for a night, and just when things might have gotten good for us, Cas showed up naked on the car covered in bees.”
“For an angel, he was packing,” you grin.
“Really? That’s what you were focusing on?”
“Don’t worry, Dean. You’re bigger,” you whisper to him.
“Okay, I don’t want to hear that,” Sam cringes.
“What? From what I hear, you’ve seen how big he is.”
“You told her?” Sam asks and looks at his brother.
“Can we focus on what we’re doing here? Dick is held up at Sucrocorp right now. If we’re going to get him, that’s where we’re going to do it.”
Dean pulls off at the exit and heads to the cemetery where you’ll find your righteous bone. This cemetery was popular for housing a bunch of nuns back in the day, so if you’re going to find a righteous bone, this is where you’re going to do it. Dean only suggested this a joke, but it’s the only option you have right now. You head into the dark cemetery with Joanna in your arms. She managed to fall asleep in her car seat, but as soon as you moved to take it out, she woke up and started crying. As soon as she was in your arms, she fell back asleep.
This girl is going to be the death of you. She is her father’s daughter.
“Well, I guess if we can’t find a righteous bone in a fucking nun crypt, then we won’t find it anywhere else,” Dean shudders.
“Alright. Here,” Sam says and stops outside of an above-ground tomb where a bunch of nuns is laid to rest. “Listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict taught the learning-impaired and died at age twenty-three.”
Sam did some research about the women who were placed here after death to see who might be the most righteous. You hate stealing one of their bones, but it’s what you have to do to get rid of Earth’s worst monsters.
“Eh, it’s a little young. Find someone who’s had time to cook.”
“Okay, well, there was Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor and became Mother Superior at age sixty.”
“Sounds political. Power corrupts,” you state.
“Right. Okay, listen to this–Sister Mary Constant, eighty years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness. What do you think?”
“Wow. I want to be more righteous just hearing this. Well, I lay odds on her. Here we go. Let’s bone this nun.” You and Sam give Dean a weird look, and a blush creeps up his cheeks. “Sorry.”
He removes a mallet from his duffel bag and goes to town on the coffin. Joanna slept through the whole thing because you know she feels safe in your arms. As soon as you grab the femur bone, you take off back to your dad’s cabin. You have three of the four ingredients–Castiel’s blood, the alpha’s blood, and the righteous bone. All you need is Crowley’s blood.
You waited until you were back in your dad’s cabin to do the spell to summon Crowley. He made a whole point of making sure he was the last one because his blood was “special” and “can be used against him”. Paranoid bastard. Joanna is playing in her playpen, picking up her toys, and organizing where they go. It’s crazy how much she loves walking and running. She loves playing tag with Dean, squealing whenever he catches her. You know she’s doing it because she loves getting caught.
She’s going to make a great witch one day.
With everything in the bowl to summon Crowley, he lights a match and tosses it in there. Crowley loves making an entrance, but he is taking way too long to show up. Something is wrong. He either wants to screw you guys over or he’s in trouble. Either way, it doesn’t look like he’s coming.
“Is he trying to make a grand entrance or…?”
“I don’t know.”
“Son of a bitch. He’s standing us up.”
“He’s either screwing us over or he’s in trouble. I have a feeling Dick has something to do with it,” you sigh.
“Maybe.” There is a knock at the door, and Sam takes out his gun as a precaution. He walks over to the door and looks through the peephole to see who it is. “Maybe it’s good news.”
Sam opens the door revealing Meg. You roll your eyes when she walks in as if she lives here.
“Great,” you scoff.
“You deal with him. I can’t anymore.”
“You might want to be more specific.”
“I was laying low halfway across the world when emo boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here.”
“Castiel? Why?” you wonder.
“Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first,” she says to you and Dean.
You know Joanna is going to be safe with Sam in here, so you leave her in her playpen as you and Dean walk outside where Castiel is sitting in a red car in front of the cabin. You look both ways before crossing the street, stopping on the driver’s side where Castiel is.
“Hey, there,” Dean says, leaning on the car and bending down. Castiel raises his hand and waves but doesn’t say a word. “So, Cas, what’s the word?”
“Well, Dean, I’ve been thinking. Monkeys are so clever, and they’re sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?”
“What?” you ask, very confused.
“You want to come inside and, uh, tell us what’s going on?”
“Of course.”
Castiel gets out of the car, and you escort him to the house where Sam and Meg are waiting. Sam is holding Joanna in his arms as she plays with his hair and tangles it in her tiny fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. You’re glad he did this because you don’t trust Meg one ounce.
“Now, you understand I don’t participate in aggressive activity.” Castiel picks up the bone you stole and sniffs it. “Mm. Sister Mary Constant. Good choice.”
“Why’d you go to Meg, Cas?” Sam wonders.
“When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers and fruit. Flowers come first, obviously, but I heard nothing from them.”
“You heard nothing from who, Castiel?”
“The Garrison.”
“What happened to the Garrison?”
“Well, finally, the silence was deafening, so I went to look at the home of the Prophet. You know, Leviathans can kill angels. There’s a reason why Father locked them in Purgatory. They’re the Piranha that would eat the whole aquarium. They’re gone. The entire Garrison–dead. If there’s anyone left at all, they’re in hiding.”
“Wait, you’re saying all the angels are dead? Where’s Kevin?” you ask worriedly.
“I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?”
“Hey!” Dean claps his hands in front of Castiel’s face. “Focus. Is Kevin alive?”
“I don’t want to fight.”
“No, I’m not–” Dean sighs and returns to his calm self. “We’re very worried.”
“They took him. He’s alive. I felt such responsibility, but it’s in your hands now.”
“Wait, hold on a fucking minute.”
“I feel much better.”
“Guys, what’s all that?” Meg asks, seeing the table you were using to summon Crowley.
“We called Crowley.”
“You what?”
“Don’t worry. He never showed.”
“What do you mean never–”
“Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up!” Dean cuts her off.
“Well, I’m sorry about that, but I’m out. He could still sh–-”
“Show up at any time,” Crowley finishes her sentence, appearing out of nowhere. “Hello boys and Y/N. Sorry, I’m late. This is an embarrassment of riches.” He turns to Meg who looks scared. “Stay, won’t you. There’s really nowhere to run.”
Meg runs for the door, but Crowley disappears from where he is to right in front of her, blocking her exit.
“Don’t even think of smoking out, pussycat. I’ve got eyes all over the place.”
“Leave her be,” Castiel says, coming to her protection.
“Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I’m confused. Why aren’t you dead?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, do you want to be? ‘Cause I can help with that.”
“Alright, that’s enough,” you butt in.
“It’s enough when I say. I came here to help you. I find out you’ve been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just any angel–the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.”
“Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?” Meg sasses.
“You bore me. Do you know that? You have no sense of poetry.” He turns to Castiel. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Well, I’m still, uh, honing my communication strategy. I haven’t even been back to Heaven. I-I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they’re making honey and silk and… miracles, really.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. I can offer a token if you like.” Castiel pulls out a bag of a yellow substance from his trench coat. “It’s honey. I-I collected it myself.”
“You’re off your rocker. He’s off his rocker, is that it? Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?” Crowley asks you three.
“Look, did you come here to donkey-punch your old grudges or to help us end Dick? Pick a battle.”
“Well, I’m vexed. I’d like to do both, but where’s the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose. Meanwhile, a prezzie.”
Crowley takes out a vial of his blood and tosses it to you. You catch it easily and stare at it, looking at him suspiciously.
“Just like that?”
“I’m a model of efficiency.”
“Is that right? Then why were you late?”
“Dick had me in a devil trap. He’s not an idiot. He knows what you three are after.”
“What did he offer you?” you ask, pocketing the blood so he can’t take it from you.
“A fair deal in exchange for giving you the wrong blood. It’s demon, but is it mine?” He pauses for dramatic effect, but you’re not in the mood for it. “It’s my blood. Real deal.”
“Why should we trust you?”
“Good God, don’t. Never trust anyone. A lesson I learned from my last business partner,” Crowley sighs, looking at Castiel. “Oh, bonus. Meg, I’m gonna scoop you up, take you home, and roast you till you’re jerky.” Castiel feels protective over her and advances to Crowley, but he holds his hands up. “But not… yet. Cas can have you for now. Hilariously, it seems he’d be upset at losing you. The boys and Y/N need Cas to get Dick. Don’t they, Cas?”
“Oh, I–I don’t fight anymore,” the angel stutters.
“Come on. Given the particulars of your enemy, sadly, you’re vital.”
Crowley winks at you before disappearing, and oddly, Meg is gone too. You take the blood out and look at it, tossing it to Dean who catches it.
“Well, one thing’s for sure–we only get one shot.”
“You know this thing doesn’t reload, right? Dick won’t let us kill him twice.”
“Yeah, I know. You think Crowley’s double-crossing us?” Sam asks.
“You’ve got to figure who he wants dead more–us or Dick.”
“Depends what Dick offered. Here we go.”
Sam takes the righteous bone and places it in a different bowl, turning to another one where the blood is going to go. He pours Castiel’s blood in, then the Alpha’s, and finally Crowley’s. He takes the bowl of blood and holds it over the righteous bone.
“Uh, there’s no magic words. We just… just go.”
“Alright then.”
Sam pours the blood over the bone, but nothing happens when he does so. You’d figure lightning or thunder would happen, but nothing is.
“Where are all the thunder and lightning?” Dean asks, thinking of the same thing.
“Maybe it worked?”
“Awesome.”
You hear the sound of angel wings before you feel the touch of someone’s hand on your shoulder. You turn and see Castiel standing there holding a plate of sandwiches.
“So, none of this should cause you any ill effects. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and tomato, and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You three need your strength.”
“Thanks, Castiel,” you smile and take the plate.
“Cas, why was Crowley so certain that you need to come with us?” Sam asks, not taking his plate.
“Crowley’s wrong. I’ll be waiting right here. Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.”
“I’m going to get ready. We have a big day ahead of us,” you state. You take a bite of the sandwich and moan at how fresh and good it tastes. “Thanks for the sandwich.”
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Jack sat quietly at the library table with their hands in their lap, watching Sam earnestly. Their tallest dad was eagerly explaining the Sacking of Lawrence with Jack’s school books and other random kitchen items as monuments.
“We could do a diorama! Do they do those anymore? Man, I can’t tell you how many dumpsters we dove through looking for shoe boxes when I was a kid. I still have the box from your winter boots in the closet— if you want?” Sam finally focused on his child and the happy, yet clueless expression on their face when he started talking about the outdated project suggestion.
“Hm?” Jack replied.
“It’s like a 3D model of a scene, lots of glue sticks and either figurines or hand drawn replicas,” Sam explained, brushing the hair out of his face.
“And a shoe box?” Jack concluded.
“In— inside the shoebox, like it’s a tiny stage,” Sam felt like he was doing a poor job communicating, even as he used his hands to sign. “Here–.” He reached for his laptop and pulled up some examples.
“Oh! That looks cool— very retro,” Jack said like he was finally in on a secret.
Sam cocked his head at the jab, but let it roll off his back. “So, do you think it will work?”
“How would it work, exactly?” Jack asked.
They got to work, with safety scissors that were too small for Sam’s hands that were quickly discarded and extra coloring supplies which were pilfered from the desk Eileen set up as a craft station for the younger kids. It took them almost two hours, but finally they were able to recreate the historical event as best they could. With that work behind them, they left it to dry on the counter, out of the way from toddler reach.
That night, when everyone was home and the kitchen was full of hungry Winchesters, Jack practiced his presentation. Dean listened as he took turns feeding himself and baby Millie. While Castiel sat nervously at his side as Juniper fed herself.
“And that is the beginning of what we now call Bleeding Kansas,” Jack concluded, reading from his handwritten note cards.
Eileen clapped and Dean cheered his praise, while Cas squinted at Jack and then at Sam. Sam did a double take and motioned for Cas to stand down and not ruin the historical integrity of the project.
Later that night, when everyone else was in bed Castiel inserted a tiny figure in the back of the diorama, one with red eyes and a perfectly tailored suit.
Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since you were 4 years old. The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do. But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow.
A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests. I’m not going to post the actual requests because…well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one.
Words: 2671
Warnings: Violent imagery, traumatic experience, death of family members, blood and gore, language
I watched as he ran around to the driver’s side of the Impala and quickly pulled the door open. He slid into the driver’s seat so naturally, but he tensed up as he glanced over at me. Raising his right hand slowly to my face, he ran the backs of his fingers across my chin and cradled my cheek in his palm before adopting a serious expression and asking me if I was okay. I nodded sleepily as I blinked, letting my eyelids linger for a moment before meeting his eyes again.
The car roared to life as he threw the transmission into gear and we began moving. Turning my head away from him, I watched out the front windshield as I smiled to myself.
“You can rest if you want. We’ll be there soon, but you need your rest.”
I chuckled as I let you a breath of air through my nose. “I wouldn’t call an 8-hour car ride ‘soon’,” I said, laying my head back against the window, wedged between the glass and my seat. “But you’re right, I am tired.”
“8-hours?” he questioned. “We’ve got maybe a fifteen-minute ride to the hotel.”
My head perked up quickly; too quickly according to the ache in my head and nausea filling my abdomen. “Fifteen-minutes? You got some teleportation device that you haven’t shared with me up until now? We’re easily 8-hours away from home.”
He gave me a less-than-pleased side-eye as he grimaced. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”
I kept my eyes fixed on him but remained silent.
“Forget it, Y/N. It’s not happening! You’re barely patched together. No way.” His voice was stern and resolute. But as I crossed my eyes and continued glaring at him, I could feel his resolve wane.
“Come on, sweetheart. Cut me a break. I already took you out of the hospital way before anyone with any sense would have. You’ve gotta give me something.”
I raised my eyebrows at him suggestively. “Oh, Dean,” I crooned, putting on my best seductive voice. “I fully intend to give you something.”
He snapped his head towards me, his eyes wide with surprise and excitement as I slowly pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
He shook his head as if trying to recenter his focus. “Woman,” he almost shouted. “Hotel.” I rolled my eyes as I smiled at him. “You’re no fun.”
I woke up with a start as Dean opened my door and gingerly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck.
“Hey,” he whispered. “We’re all checked in. We just need to get you inside.”
I blinked slowly, clearing my vision. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than few minutes, but I felt the wave of confused exhaustion bowl over me. I began pulling myself out of the car, swinging one leg out and placing my foot on the ground. Dean’s strong, calloused hand snaked itself under the knee that remained in the car, carefully placing it outside and allowing my foot to meet its pair on the ground. He squatted down carefully next to me, winding one arm around my torso, and holding onto my hand around his neck with the other. “Here,” he ordered. “Lean on me.” I did as he asked as I stood on shaking legs that felt as if they wouldn’t hold me for long.
One foot in front of the other, I told myself, bringing each leg up in succession as I forced myself to walk.
“I could carry you, ya know.” His offer elicited an eyeroll from me. One that he didn’t miss as I felt his shoulders tense. “That’s it,” he groaned as he wrapped one arm under my knees and rested my back against his other. “You don’t always have to be so damn stubborn.”
“And you don’t have to be so dramatic.” My words were flippant, but they hit their mark as I felt him hesitate as he stepped forward.
“I’m serious, Y/N. Just let me help you.”
I tucked my head into the crook of his shoulder as I held my arms around his neck, attempting to ignore the worries in my head. He’s going to break his back carrying you, cow. You’re definitely hurting him. Nobody’s strong enough to hold you without folding in two.
“Stop it,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his lips to the crown of my head. I buried my head deeper into him as my answer.
He walked us into a lobby much fancier than I was used to. There were chaise loungers all over, with cushioned, upholstered chairs sporadically scattered in between end tables with built in lighting. A chandelier dangled from the ceiling, tossing tiny rainbows of light across the ceiling. I felt him nod to someone at the front desk as he boarded the elevator.
“Can you,” he began to ask me.
“What floor?”
“Sixteen.”
I stretched my toe out through my flip-flop and pushed the button labeled 16 until it lit up. “You and your damn monkey feet.”
“You’re just jealous,” I drawled out sleepily.
The elevator came to a smooth stop and he stepped out quickly, making a right turn into a hallway, stopping at the first door to our left. He pressed his hip gently against the keypad and it beeped, ever so faintly before he pushed the door open.
“Um,” I began awkwardly. “Maybe we don’t do the whole carrying-me-bridal-style-into-a-hotel-room thing?” My voice quivered with anxiety as he smiled and carefully set my feet down on the ground. Allowing my own legs to bare the brunt of my own weight, I brought myself back to standing and took cautious steps into the room.
The flooring was striped carpet with reds and silvers, giving off a much more eloquent vibe than the 1990’s motif I had become accustomed to. The room was ridiculously long, with a dedicated office area off to the left, complete with a computer monitor and notepad. A large king size bed with a plus white down comforter sat across from it and immediately to my right was a beautiful in suite jacuzzi. I ran my hand along the tan tile that lined the tub, letting my fingers drape down into the white ceramic. “Dean,” I whispered.
He walked up behind me, draping one hand lovingly on my hip as he nudged me towards the bed.
“Rest,” he said as I slowly sat down on the edge of the mattress. He lifted each leg so that I was sprawled out across it and pulled the comforter over my legs, tucking me in.
“But,” I began, whining. “There’s a jacuzzi.”
“Not with an open wound,” he said, motioning towards my side. I rolled my eyes in response and turned myself over so that I was laying on my side, my back facing him.
The bed in front of me depressed lightly as I felt him crawling under the covers to join me. His warm hand ran itself down the side of my face, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingers ran through my hair, gently raking their way through the strands.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “That feels nice.”
He pressed his lips to my forehead before leaning his head against mine. “I’m going to run to the pharmacy. Pick up your meds. I’ll be right back,” his words were full of intensity. “Do you need anything?” I shook my head in response, allowing my eyes to close.
The warmth of his body suddenly pulled away. Reflexively, I reached my arm out, wrapping my hand around his upper arm. “Don’t go,” I pleaded.
“Gotta. But I’ll be right back.” He leaned forward, locking his lips to mine ever so gently. I returned the all too chaste kiss, hungering for more even as he pulled away.
“You’d better,” I murmured as I drifted off quickly to sleep.
I woke with a start, feeling a sharp stab of pain in my side, as I glanced around the room. The sun was down and the only light in the room emanated from the small bedside lamp. Sam leaned over me. “Sorry!” He held his hands up as if in surrender. “I was just changing your bandages. They looked like they needed it.”
I quickly caught my breath, allowing the panic in me to fade. “How long was I out?”
“Well,” he began, putting on his chastising voice. “Assuming you got here the same day that you checked out of the damn hospital, which was way before you should have, then two days. Maybe three.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Where’s Dean?”
Sam shrugged. “I was hoping you’d know.”
I shook my head. “He went out to get my meds.” I rubbed my hands across my face, feeling the slickness in my hair and the wear on my face. A shaking sound pulled my attention back towards Sam.
“These meds?” I nodded.
“They were here when I got here yesterday.”
I pulled the comforter off me, kicking my legs out of bed. “Where’s my phone?”
I found it laying on the nightstand next to me, plugged in and with a full charge. No missed calls, I thought to myself. I immediately began scrolling through my texts, seeing three unread waiting for me.
One from the hospital, asking me to rate their service. Another from a random number, asking me to click on this link and rate the sender’s steamy photos. And the last was from Dean.
I read through it twice before being able to read it out loud.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t. I’m sorry.” The words seized up in my throat which suddenly felt as though I’d been breathing in sand for days.
“What?” Sam’s eyes furrowed together, as he shook his head in confusion.
“I need to shower.” My words were stoic as I pulled myself to my feet, finding moving to be less stressful. My duffle bag sat on the luggage rack right outside the bathroom door. I grabbed it quickly as I walked inside, slamming the door behind me.
I can’t believe this I thought to myself. I knew it. Knew it was too good to be true. Why would someone like him want someone like me? I stared at myself in the mirror, holding onto the counter beneath it as if it were the only thing keeping me steady. I took a deep breath, calming myself, as I began disrobing. I pulled my shirt off slowly, worrying over the wound on my side. The bandage that had been on was now gone and the angry, bright pink skin showed the intensity of my healing so far.
I held my side as my sweatpants fell to the floor. I stepped out carefully and lifted my foot over the edge of the tub, standing up in the shower. The hot water flowed down my back, pleasantly prickling my skin as I began scrubbing myself clean.
I stepped out of the bathroom as I finished pulling a freshly cleaned shirt over my head and smoothing it down my torso. It felt looser than it used to.
“I can get that bandaged back up for you,” Sam offered, holding out a hand full of gauze as he glanced down to my waist. I shook my head, rejecting his offer.
“It’s fine,” I explained. “Looks like it closed up.”
“Let me at least take the staples out.” Sam walked over to me, lifting the bottom of my shirt up just enough so that he could examine me. His eyebrows pursed together again, as he pulled back away from me, still holding the fabric of my shirt up. “They’re gone.” His voice carried all of his surprise and my face surely revealed my own.
“I didn’t even notice,” I said. “I mean I looked at it in the shower but…” I hesitated. “He must’ve taken them out before he bolted.” I pulled the hem of my top from his hands, pulling it down and setting myself back to normal.
I picked up the television remote, quickly flipping the channel over to the Room Maintenance setting and selected the option to check out.
“Does that mean you’re leaving?” Sam asked me, concerned.
“Time to get out of here. There’s plenty of monsters still out there,” I held my breath for a moment, suppressing the sensation of my heart breaking as I held tears at bay. “They won’t gank themselves, Sammy.” I gave him a sad smile as I slung my duffle over my shoulder.
My eyes lingered on the hot tub as I walked towards the door. I reached out and ran my fingers across the tile of it once more before dropping my eyes, taking a deep breath, and walking out the door.
Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since you were 4 years old. The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do. But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow.
A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests. I’m not going to post the actual requests because…well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one.
Words: 2671
Warnings: Violent imagery, traumatic experience, death of family members, blood and gore, language
I lay as still as I could in my bed, not allowing myself to make eye contact with him. I knew that if I did, tears would flow and he would pull words from me that I wasn’t ready to say.
“Y/N,” he prodded. “I know there’s something you’re not telling me. Come on.” His words overflowed with irritation and his body was tense. “Just spit it out!” His words came out gravely and a few octaves lower than his normal voice. I had heard him this irate before, but never with me.
“No,” I said, my lips tight as I wrapped my arms around myself. I turned my face towards him, taking in his wide eyes and his gaping mouth as he stared at me in disbelief.
“No? What do you mean, no? No isn’t an option here, Y/N.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, making a mental note to shower as soon as possible. “I can’t. Don’t ask me to.” I pulled my knees into myself, ignoring the twinge of pain it caused as my muscles stretched.
“Too bad,” he decreed, his voice full of imagined authority. “You’ve gotten us here by keeping secrets. By going it alone. That isn’t an option anymore. Just…” His tone softened as he took a breath. “Tell me, please. Tell me what’s going on.”
I inhaled deeply, feeling my chest expand as I attempted to calm myself down. Dean hadn’t known about my past. Not one detail about my family or the monsters that took them from me. Just that I had grown up in the life. Everything in me wanted to keep it that way, but knowing the insistence on his face, I knew I had to give him something.
“They were the ones that killed my parents.” I began, watching him tilt his head like a confused puppy. “The pack. The wolves we came here for.” I took another deep breath in through my nose in another futile attempt to keep myself calmer than I ever could be. “We were at a museum that day. Some anatomy thing where you could climb through a heart like a jungle gym. Spent the whole day there. But, on the way home, the tire blew out or something. Car broke down.”
I swallowed hard now, desperate to stop reliving my worst nightmare. “Dad got out to check it out. Told my mom to stay put. It was some backwoods road. There weren’t any streetlamps and the nearest gas station or house was miles away. The car phone had died on the way to the museum that morning and cell phones weren’t really a thing back then.”
I watched as Dean shook his head, absorbing every word I’d just said.
“Wait, how long ago was this?”
I attempted to rid myself of the giant lump that had now formed in my throat. “I was four.”
The look of pity on his face was heartbreaking and I had never imagined it would ever be aimed at me.
“Dad was outside maybe five minutes when we heard it. Gnashing teeth and ripping flesh. And this gurgling sound. Like a clogged waterfall.” I rubbed my neck with my hand, wishing the conversation was over. “Mom got out to help. But she hadn’t even closed the passenger door when her head was smashed through the window. Hard enough for the blood to spray onto me in the backseat.”
“Shit, Y/N.”
I shook my head, dismissively. “I was four,” I shrugged. “I didn’t even know to scream. I just waited for it to get quiet and went and looked for my parents.” I reached out and grabbed the cup of water that sat on my bedside table, taking a slow sip. “Dad’s body was still on the ground by the hood. The gurgling sound was still there.” I looked up at Dean again. “It was his own blood. They’d ripped his throat open. Too impatient or hungry I guess. But Dad’s eyes were open. Completely dead inside, but open, starring at me, while his corpse finished bleeding out.”
“You don’t have to-“ I cut Dean off.
“Mom was a little further away. Her, they were quick about at least. Snapped her neck when they bashed her head in I guess. Still ripped her heart out though. Left her body on the side of the road.”
Dean stood up and took a seat on the sliver of mattress that my bent legs had left exposed at the foot of it. His hands were running up and down my thighs in an attempt to soothe me.
“What happened to you after that?”
I shrugged my shoulders again. “I wandered for a while. The pack was long gone, and I didn’t know where we were. What to do. Just walked. Until I couldn’t walk anymore.”
“Wait, you walked? Like little four-year-old you, wandering the woods alone? How long?”
I pulled on my earlobe, yanking it between my thumb and forefinger. “Few days I guess? Some locals found me passed out and starving little less than a week later.” I laughed morbidly at myself. “If I had walked ten more yards, I’d have made it to their front door. Just my luck I guess.”
Dean’s silence filled the room as he clenched his fingers around my knees. “I shouldn’t have made you….I’m sorry.” I turned my head from side to side, dismissively.
“Not your fault. I probably should’ve told you a while ago.” I gave him a forced smile, restraining the tears that threated to get loose.
“Well, whatever the past, you ganked ‘em in the end. Not that I approve of how you did it, but you got them.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Sweet victory.” My tone was insincere as I leaned the side of my face against my crossed arms. “Dean, I’m pretty beat.”
“Yeah, of course,” he accepted. “Get some sleep. I’ll just head-“
“Don’t leave,” I begged, grabbing at his hands as they began to move away from me. “Please. Stay? I’d feel better if you stayed.” I hadn’t realized how terrified the premise of being alone would leave me. “I mean, only if you want to.”
Dean ran his fingers over my face, tucking in a stray bit of hair. “Always,” he whispered.
I moved to lay down, turning myself onto my side to make room as Dean spread himself over the bed. “Need me to scootch over?”
He looked at me as if I were crazy. “It’s your bed, Y/N. And you’re the injured one. I’m not that big of an ass.” He tucked me into his side, resting his hand on my shoulder as his arm would around me. “Sleep.”
I shut my eyes slowly, taking in a deep breath and filling my lungs with the distinct scent of Dean. But as soon as I began to drift off, the sing-song voice of a nurse came in declaring that moment to be the opportune time to check my vitals.
I whined in response as she pressed a button on one of the screens resulting in the cuff around my arm to start squeezing. “Can we be done with that?”
Dean had gotten out of the bed but stood just next to me, continuing to hold my hand.
“Sorry sweetie,” the nurse answered. “Every four hours until you’re discharged.”
“Then I’m discharged now.” I answered coldly, my eyes squinting shut.
“Not funny,” Dean chastised, squeezing my fingers tightly.
“Not joking,” I followed up. “I want to go home. Now.”
I looked over to the nurse whose stunned expression told me she would not be on my team on this one.
“I mean it. I’ll sign whatever papers I need to, do whatever. But I’m going home. Now.”
Releasing Dean’s hand, I threw back the covers and kicked my legs off the side of the bed, quicker than I had intended. The dizziness had me wobbling as I stood, getting onto my feet. Instantly, he was at my side reaching to help steady me. I held my hand up, keeping him at a distance.
“Damnit, Y/N.” Dean muttered under his breath but just loud enough for me to hear him. I glared at him in response.
“Leaving against medical advice is not usually a good solution. Especially in your condition. You’re going to need physical therapy and a lot of care. We can provide that for you.” The nurse was doing her best to convince me to stay, but with my mind already made up, I began opening cabinets until I found the bag with my clothes in it. One of the boys had brought my duffle to the room for me and I quickly found a set of clothing that was clean enough.
“I get it,” I snapped back. “Not a good idea. I’m leaving against medical advice which is obviously against medical advice.” The frustration in my voice was tangible as I slipped a pair of black yoga pants out of the bag and began dragging them up my legs. “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s what I’m doing.”
The nurse breezed passed me as she muttered under her breath that she’d get the paperwork. I pulled out my oversized nightshirt; an old white band tee for a concert that I hadn’t attended in a city that I’d most likely never been to. But it smelled like home and wrapped me in the warmth that I so desperately craved.
“Hold this for me, will you?” I held my duffle bag out towards Dean, expecting him to grab it but was left wanting. Slowly, I raised my eyes to his and lifted my eyebrows, inclining my head as if to ask him what he was waiting for.
“You realize this is insane right? What, do you have a death wish or something?” I rolled my eyes at him in response, tossing the bag to the ground as I let go of the straps I had been holding onto and turned my attention back to the cabinets, ensuring all of my personal items were accounted for.
“I think that’s everything. I’ll sign the papers, and then we go, yeah?”
Dean chuckled louder than I was used to as he shook his head and said, “No way.” I looked at him expectantly, resolute with my decision.
His amusement died down and his face grew serious as he wordlessly pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.
“Yeah, it’s me. Look, she’s trying to leave the hospital. Yeah,” he paused. “I know. She’s being a stubborn ass.” He said the words pointedly as he glared at me. “Well then, Sammy, you try to talk some sense into her cause she’s not listening to anybody over here!”
Rolling my eyes again, I began removing the various tubes and monitors that still connected me to the machines. The oxygen came off without a hitch, and the blood pressure cuff was simple enough. But the IV that was plastered to the back of my hand proved more difficult.
“I’ll do it,” the nurse sighed angrily as she stormed back into the room, setting a small stack of paperwork down on the table as she did so. Her fingers expertly pulled at the tape and removed the needle from my hand without a fuss. “You’re going to need a ton of fluids,” she began giving me my discharge instructions as she handed the paperwork over to me.
Dean hung up the phone and began listening intently, hovering over me as he did so.
“I mean a ton of fluids. No coffee, tea, soda. I mean water. Electrolytes. Fluids that aren’t caffeinated or carbonated. There’re four prescriptions in her. One for a very strong antibiotic, one for an anti-inflammatory drug, strong pain meds, and one to help with the nausea that the others may cause.” She pointed out each on the paperwork as she went through it. “Take them. All of them.” Her intense gaze and stern tone let me know she wasn’t exaggerating. I nodded affirmatively.
“Good,” she responded. “Bed rest for the next few days. No strenuous movements,” she turned her gaze to Dean then. “If she pops another staple outside of the hospital, her chances of infection or bleeding out again are very, very high.” He nodded in acceptance.
“You need to do physical therapy. Hire a therapist, do simple exercise, use a cane, whatever you need to do. Just keep moving a little each day.”
She turned to the last page. “This form releases the hospital from any and all liability. It confirms that you’re aware that you’re leaving the hospital against the best of medical information and against the physician’s wishes. You’ve every right to do so but, just so we’re clear, we think this is a very bad idea.”
I gave her a small smile. “Yes ma’am, I am.” I picked up the pen that was laying on the table where the paperwork had been and signed my name quickly. “All done?”
The nurse shook her head disapprovingly. “That’s all the paperwork and you’ve already taken the liberty of disconnecting everything. I’ll go get a wheelchair and you can be on your way.”
I thanked her as she walked out of the room and could feel Dean’s eyes boring into the side of my face.
“What?” I snapped, turning my head quickly to look at him.
“You’re an idiot.”
“So, I’ve been told. But there’s that whole thing about it takes one to know one.” I smiled at him wickedly as I waited for the nurse to return with the wheelchair. It only took a few minutes, and I was settled into my wheeled escort, being pushed gently through the halls towards the exit.
“Sir,” the nurse spoke up, gesturing to Dean. “You may want to run ahead and pull the car around, so she doesn’t have to wait outside long. It gets pretty chilly a night.” Dean did as he was asked, putting one foot in front of the other in a quick jog as his bowed legs carried him ahead and out to the parking lot.
“You’ll be the death of that boy if you keep carrying on like this you know,” the nurse joked. “Or he’ll be the death of you. Either way, just be careful, yeah?” She rested her hand on my shoulder as I laughed, giving her my word.
I heard the familiar growl of the Impala’s engine pull up just outside the door as we triggered the auto sensor for the automatic sliding doors. Dean was running around the back and pulling the passenger side door open when we rolled up. The nurse locked the wheels of the chair in place as I slowly pushed myself up to standing, using Dean’s offered arm as leverage to assist me.
The nurse handed him my folder full of paperwork which he then securely held in his hand. “If I could get her to stay,” he began. The nurse shrugged in a what-are-you-gonna-do fashion and waved at me. I lazily returned the goodbye as I rested my head back in my seat and reached for my seat belt. Before I could grasp it, Dean’s hand was pulling the belt across my lap, gingerly tucking it into the buckle and adjusting the belt across my lap, avoiding my injury as best as he could.
Shaking his head lightly, he slowly leaned his face towards mine, capturing my lips with his own as they worked against me. The heat of his mouth breathed into my own as his tongue grazed the tip of mine, and the breathtaking feel of his soft, full lips against mine was dizzying. He pulled away slowly, pressing one last chaste kiss against my lips as he did.
“Keep kissing me like that, and we’re going to need to pick up one of those oxygen tanks,” I joked.
“Stubborn. Ass.” He breathed out the accusation as he closed my door for me and walked around to the driver’s side and taking his seat.
Summary: Takes place S13e10. Dean and Sam are trapped in Apocalypse World, as the Wayward Daughters do everything they can to rescue them. Will their plan be enough? Will the reader be able to move beyond her past with Dean in order to save him?
Words: 4793
Warnings: Trauma, breakup, Bad Place, martyrdom
It had been a hell of a night. I had been scouring the town for any explanation of the haunting at the bus depot but had come up with more suspects than answers. Homeless people that had passed away at the bus station, accident victims of cars gone astray or out of control in the parking lot. There had been a mountain of possibilities. But the silvery, shrouded woman that had continually thrown me against, and eventually through, the wall of the bar across the street eventually narrowed my suspicions down to one.
The woman had just turned twenty-one and had gone out to celebrate. Only to end up being horrifically assaulted and left to die in the freezing cold behind the defunct busses that had been permanently parked. The ghost’s strength was evident in the bruises that battered my face. I looked into the rearview mirror, sighing and wincing as I attempted to clean myself up. The cuts were fairly superficial, and I didn’t think I needed any stitches. But the thin cut that tore across my bottom lip was still bleeding, coating my chin in the sticky liquid.
My cell phone had been laying in the passenger seat and now, it made a low hum as it vibrated against the leather. I hesitated before reaching for it, knowing that the last few dozen missed calls I had had were from him. The ex. The almost was. The not anymore. The One that Got Away. Whatever you preferred to call him. And I didn’t relish the thought of seeing his name flash up on the screen yet again.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes tightly, ignoring the pain that shot through my right eyelid from the black eye that was beginning to flourish. Turning the cell phone over in my hands, I opened my eyes as the screen lit up. “Jody,” I whispered as I read the name of the missed call aloud.
Quickly, I pressed Jody’s name, listening to the dead air as the call connected.
“Y/N?” Jody’s frantic voice picked up almost immediately.
“Hey, sorry I was finishing up a job. What’s up?”
“Oh, thank God you’re alright.” The relief that flooded Jody’s voice stunned me.
“Yeah, Jodes, why wouldn’t I be?”
There was a beat of silence as my question went unanswered. “Y/N, I need you to come home. Now.”
“Jody, what’s going on?” Jody had never been so adamant before, or so worried. It had been three months since I had moved in with Jody, using the Sheriff’s Sioux Falls home as my home base. Jobs had taken me away fairly regularly and I hadn’t spent more than two consecutive nights in the bedroom that had been designated as mine. But that didn’t change the fact that it was home.
“You just need to get here now, okay? I mean it. Get on the road now. I don’t care if you’re in the middle-”
“I just finished the job, Jodes.” I cut her off. “I’m only about an hour away. I’ll be home soon, okay?”
“Just….” Jody hesitated. “Hurry.”
The phone call disconnected and I sat starring at the cell phone in confusion before turning the ignition and pointing the car towards home.
I made the hour-long drive is just under 40 minutes, having put the gas pedal to the floor. Flinging the driver’s side door open, I practically sprinted up the steps, slamming the unlocked front door open in my wake.
“Jody,” I called out in a panic.
She quickly stepped out of the kitchen and walked directly towards me; arms outstretched and tears in her eyes.
“I’m so glad you made it home,” Jody whispered, pulling me into her tight embrace.
“Hey,” I began. “I’m okay. I’m here. I’m right here, Jody.” I wrapped my arms tightly around her, holding her as she trembled. “Jody? What’s going on?”
Slowly, she backed out of my embrace, swallowing hard as her eyes fixated on the floor between my feet. “Y/N,” she began, her words coming out as if she were choking on them.
I waited in silence, knowing she’d tell me once the words were there. But before she could, a face peered out at me from the kitchen. It was a face I didn’t recognize. A girl with dark olive skin and black wavy hair that barely touched her shoulders. She was holding a bowl and quickly throwing popcorn kernels into her mouth as she stepped closer to us.
“Hello,” I said, attempting to sound as normal as I could muster. “I’m-”
“I know who you are,” her voice was high, but cracked as she spoke. “Did you tell her?” The stranger looked at Jody expectantly as Jody shook her head.
“I was just getting to that.”
“Tell me what, Jody?” My voice was full of panic now. Secrets never gave me the warm fuzzies and now that this stranger was in on it, my anxiety was skyrocketing.
“Y/N, this is Patience.” Jody gestured towards the newcomer as she introduced her. I nodded my head as I inclined it towards her by way of welcome.
“Nice to meet you,” I grunted, crossing my arms and waiting for the shoe to drop.
Loud footsteps came stomping down the stairs to my right as I heard Claire’s voice ring out. “Y/N? Is that you? You aren’t dead?” The surprise and outrage in her words left me wide eyed.
“What?!” I yelled. “Why would you think I was dead?”
Claire hopped over to me, tucking herself into my shoulder as she gave me a quick one-armed hug, her eyes focused on Patience’s face.
“Ask the psychic,” she explained.
I turned my face to meet Patience’s, my face set in a hard line and my eyes bugged out of their sockets. “Why does she think I’m dead?”
Jody took a step closer, placing herself between Patience and I. “Claire’s right,” she started to explain. “Patience is a psychic. She’s Missouri Moseley’s granddaughter.” Her words were succinct, and I knew right away what she was implying.
“Patience,” I began, my voice low and empathetic. “I’m so sorry. Your grandmother was,” I hesitated. “She was a very special woman. Very beloved.”
I watched as Patience absorbed my words but she gave no response. Jody had let me know about Missouri’s passing when it happened. I had been on a case in Iowa, clearing out a Rugaru issue when the Winchester’s had worked with Missouri for the last time. It was the only time in the last few months that I regretted my avoidant personality.
“I still don’t get it. Why did you think I was dead?”
“Because I saw you die,” Patience explained, her words matter-of-fact, if not unfeeling.
I looked at her incredulously. “What?”
After an hour that seemed to last for days, Jody and Patience had explained everything to me. Patience’s visions, her seeing me die, and the fact that the Winchester’s were in some alternate universe that just so happened to be the same one where I died. My mind was swimming and I couldn’t seem to get my head above the water to take a breath, let alone understand.
“Y/N?” Claire rested her hand on my shoulder, giving me a slight shake as she tried desperately to get my attention.
I brought my eyes up to meet hers, but couldn’t find any words.
“We’re going to get them back, Y/N.” Claire’s attempt to reassure me fell flat.
“Sam and….” I swallowed hard. “And Dean. They’re missing?” I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and my breathing felt like it was getting shallower and shallower as I struggled to maintain my calm, something I was failing at desperately.
Jody shook her head slowly, confirming my fears. “But we know what we need to do.”
I looked at her, my eyes pleading with her to give me more information.
She rolled her eyes in return. “They were working with a girl, Kaia. She knows where they’re at and how to get there.”
“Okay, so let’s go!” I stood up dramatically, pushing my chair back as I did.
“Wait,” Jody said, reaching out and grabbing my hand. “We can’t talk to her”
While I hadn’t thought my eyeballs would be able to stress themselves beyond my skull any further, her words quickly proved me wrong.
“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t we talk to her? Jody, what the hell!?”
“She bolted,” Claire explained. “She was in the hospital, I went to talk to her, and she bolted. There were these bizarre monsters outside that attacked her,” my eyes widened even more. “We took care of it,” Claire stressed, holding her hands out to me as if to stop me from running. “But she’s down for the count. They got a few good licks in and she went down. She’ll be okay. Alex is patching her up, but, Y/N,” Claire hesitated, taking a deep breath. “She’s from that universe. Where Sam and Dean are. The Bad Place, she calls it.”
Claire’s face was that of a repentant child, as though any and all of this should fall on her shoulders.
I took a few deep breaths, attempting to steady myself as I pinched the bridge of my nose with one hand, resting the other on my hip as I began to pace. “So, you’re telling me that Sam and Dean are in some bizarro world, and the only person that can get us there is too busy having her boo-boos kissed to tell us how to get there?” My voice rose in volume with each word, my illusion of calm rapidly fading.
“It’s more than just that,” Jody said, standing up and slamming her hands on the dining room table. “Y/N, you’re missing a vital part of this puzzle.”
“What part, Jody? Sam and Dean are missing and we’re supposed to, what, sit on our thumbs and wait? I don’t think so!” I began walking towards the garage, knowing Alex would have the girl that was the key to all of this in there with her.
“The part where you die, Y/N!” Claire screamed at me with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t see how that matters even a little bit!” My answer bit at her, and I watched her recoil, surprise evident on her face as she did so.
“This isn’t negotiable.” Jody’s voice was deceptively calm and firm. “You go over there, you die. You aren’t leaving this house, do you hear me?” Jody squinted as her words came out full of anger.
“If Dean’s over there,” I caught myself. “If Dean and Sam are over there, then there’s absolutely no question as to where I’m going to be. My place is there. Saving them. And you know it.”
“I can’t lose you, too!” Jody’s exclamation took me by surprise.
“Jodes,” I began, but she held her hand up, effectively silencing me.
“No. Y/N, no. Okay? You’re staying here. I won’t lose another child.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and my heart lurched at her words. “I won’t do it, Y/N.”
I let out a deep breath. “It’s Dean,” I whispered.
“Yeah, I know it is. I know you two had a nasty breakup. I know you haven’t spoken in months and I know you regret it every day. But you cannot be the one to go over there. I won’t let you. If you go, I lose you, and I am not about to lose you, or anyone else. Is that clear?”
I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat that refused to diminish. “All that matters is Dean, Jody. I have to go-”
“Damnit Y/N, if he was all that mattered to you then you would’ve said yes when he proposed to you instead of turning tail and running for the hills!”
I took a step back to steady myself as my eyes focused on Jody. “Look,” Jody began, her voice calmer now. “Donna and I will go over there as soon as Kaia tells us what she knows. We’ll take care of this and you will stay here. There’s no other plan. This is it.”
My eyes flitted from Jody to Claire and back, both of them giving me the same pleading expression and both too stubborn and strong-willed to change their minds.
I nodded my head slowly, agreeing to their plan out of necessity, as Alex came running in through the garage door. “It’s Larsen’s,” she blurted out. “Larsen Brothers Shipyard off Route 14. That’s where the door is.” A small, dark haired girl with scratches adorning her face walked in behind her.
Jody and Claire were already grabbing supplies as we all piled into our vehicles and headed for the shipyard.
We arrived in less than ten minutes and gathered at the sidewalk in front of the entryway.
“Donna and I have got this. But that door, it’s been open for a while and there’s no telling what crawled out in the meantime. So, you guys? You’re playing defense, okay?” We all nodded in the affirmative as each of us armed ourselves accordingly.
Donna was standing at the end of the sidewalk, hugging Claire and Patience as they walked by her. I kept telling my feet to move, but no matter how loudly I shouted at them in my head, they wouldn’t respond. I felt an arm snake its way over my shoulders, pulling me into a half hug.
“He’ll be alright, Y/N,” Donna’s friendly voice sang out to me as she pulled my head towards her.
“I know,” I acquiesced. “Just bring him back safe, okay?” She gave me a quick nod and a smile before I watched her and Jody disappear into the building.
It had been a while since Jody and Donna had gone in. Too long. Claire, Kaia, and Patience had all begun to get antsy a while ago and my trigger finger was more than itchy in their absence as I reacted to each and every sound that came out of the building in front of us.
We heard a gunshot and all of our breaths stopped as we collectively stared at the building. “That’s it,” I said, cocking my handgun and holding it down to my side.
“You guys can stay here but I’m going in. Something’s wrong.” I began walking towards the front door, just as Claire wrapped her delicate hand around my wrist.
“Wait,” she said. “You can’t.” She flicked her eyes over to Patience and stared at me silently.
“It’s Dean,” I offered her as my explanation. “What good is being alive in any world if he isn’t in it?” I could feel moisture building in my eyes and I did my best to hold my tears at bay.
“I’ll go with you.” An unfamiliar voice sang out from the crowd as Kaia stepped forward. “You won’t know where you’re going if I don’t. I know where to go. And where not to.” She looked down at her fingers as she fiddled with her nails, nervously.
All four of us walked into the building, our eyes searching endlessly for any sign of Donna or Jody.
“Jodes!” I yelled into the emptiness. We heard the beating of feet above us as I dove for the staircase, yelling for the others to follow me.
By the time we found them, they had been surrounded. Unfamiliar monsters with sickly glowing red eyes stared at them as if they were a feast. I raised my gun and pulled off two shots directly into the back of their skulls. I watched as their bodies slumped to the floor in front of us, and Jody and Donna each turned their heads towards me.
Just beyond them, there was a glowing orange line that seemed to spark and fade.
“There,” Kaia yelled, pointing her hand towards it. “That’s the door!”
I watched as it slowly began to shrink. “No!” I shouted as my feet broke into a sprint with Kaia close behind me.
We leapt over Jody as she lay bruised and beaten on the floor, and made a break straight for the gateway. I tumbled to the ground, taking in the monochromatic surroundings I found myself in. Glancing back towards the rift, I could see it was still open, but just barely. And there was no telling how long it would remain that way.
“Come on,” Kaia said as she stood up, her teeth chattering in fear as she turned away from the door and walked away, beckoning me to follow her. My handgun remained clenched in my hand as I reached for the pocketknife that had been tucked away in my back pocket.
“Lead the way.”
We seemed to be walking for hours and I was sure that any portal that there had been had closed by now. Kaia continued to assure me that we hadn’t even been there an hour yet. I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at the ends as I tucked it behind my ears.
“We have to find them, Kaia,” I begged. She gave me no response but continued on until we heard the sounds of breaking twigs and crushed leaves. Kaia hunched down in front of me, getting as low to the ground as she could as she held a finger up to me, insisting on my continued silence.
We peaked out of a threadbare bush to try to identify where the sound came from, when two figures began walking towards us, their movements tentative and quiet.
“Dean?” I whimpered as I lunged myself out into the clearing and towards him.
My name hadn’t fully left his lips when I crashed into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as tears forced their way down my cheeks. My breathing was ragged, but I’d never been so relieved. I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me into him as if he needed to know I was real. He repeated my name again as I sobbed into his shoulder.
“I thought,” I cried. “I thought I’d lost you.” I leaned back and released my hold on him, finally meeting his eye.
He was blinking fast, confusion coloring his entire face and stance. But his eyes held mine as I stared into the deep emerald orbs that had always captivated me. He raised his hand, wiping the tears that had been falling down my face away with the gentle pad of his thumb. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of his touch; his calloused fingertips smoothing over my skin sending shockwaves through me.
“Same here,” he said, as his jaw set into a hard, locked line, his eyes still focused on me.
“I’d hate to interrupt,” Kaia spoke up from behind us. “But we’re running on borrowed time here, if we aren’t out of time already. We’ve got to go.”
I pulled myself away from Dean, going against every urge in my body as I did so. Wiping my hands down my shirt to smooth it out, I dusted myself off and attempted to focus yet again.
“Hey Y/N,” I heard Sam’s voice calling from beside me. Turning my head to him, I took in the smile that was plastered on his face, giving him my own smile in return. “Heya Sammy,” I called as he reached out and squeezed my shoulder.
I turned around to face Kaia again, gesturing for her to lead the way. She seized the opportunity and began walking quickly back the way that we had come. I followed behind her with the boys in tow. The trek back to the gateway seemed to go faster, as if time had sped up now that Sam and Dean had been found.
A few minutes into our hike, Dean’s hand wound its way into mine, interlacing his fingers with mine as he squeezed my hand tightly; a gesture he had often given me when he knew I was uncomfortable or stressed. I turned my head to make eye contact with him again as we continued walking.
“It’s just up there,” Kaia pointed ahead of us as she continued, panting. We could see the orange break in space hovering above the ground. It didn’t seem to have shrunk in size, but its vibrance had died down significantly.
“Run,” I instructed them, pushing Sam and Dean ahead of me as Kaia took off towards the rift. I followed behind, close on their heels.
We were feet away from the doorway when I felt it. A menacing, hooded figure clad in black sneaking up from behind. When I turned my head, I could see them throw their arm forward as the long, aerodynamic weapon they were holding came flying towards us, pointed directly at Dean.
“No!” I screamed, diving at him as I shoved him towards the doorway and put myself between him and the spear. I watched in slow motion as Sam and Kaia made it through to the other side. But, to my horror, Dean had stopped to turn around and face me, watching as the head of the spear sank itself into my back.
“Y/N?” Dean was screaming my name repeatedly as he reached for me, glaring over my shoulder at my assaulter and his would-be murderer. I fell forward, kneeling to the ground as I turned my head to look at the hooded figure again. I watched as the black hood fell back, revealing a familiar face and a sinister grin. “Kaia?” I whispered.
My vision began to go black as I felt Dean’s arms wrap around me, jerking me up to my feet before he lifted my legs in one arm, cradling my shoulders in the other. My head lolled back and in an instant, everything went black.
Dean was pacing the floor in Jody’s garage as Sam and Alex examined Y/N’s wound. She’d passed out before they had even made it through the doorway, but Dean had made sure that they came back home safely. The rift closed almost immediately after they came through.
“Dean?” Sam had called to his brother once they were back in their own world. But the only response he received was the garbled cries of Dean’s anguish.
“No,” Sam had uttered beneath his breath as he ran towards them, convinced that what he was seeing couldn’t be real. “No, she’s fine, Dean. She’s going to be fine. Let me take a look at her.”
He pushed his way to his brother, every step feeling like his feet were made of lead and concrete. But when he pressed his fingers to her neck, feeling the small pulsations of her carotid artery, he let out a sigh of relief.
“She’s got a pulse. A weak one, but it’s there. We need to get her some help. Now.” Sam reached out for her, wanting to remove the physical burden from Dean as he watched his brother collapse to the floor. “Dean!” Sam was yelling, desperation flooding him. “We have to go.”
Jody ran up to them, taking in the sight that she had feared. “We didn’t stop it,” she muttered. Patience walked up behind her, holding her hand over her mouth as if in astonishment.
“This is it,” she said. “My vision. This is what I saw.” Jody gasped, allowing the panic and heartbreak to set in.
“We’ve got to move her,” Sam told them. “She’s got a pulse, but she won’t for long if we don’t get her somewhere safe.”
Jody shook her head slightly, focusing yet again. “Get her to the car out front. Alex’ll patch her up at home.”
Before her sentence was finished, Sam was bolting towards the car, taking the steps down two at a time. Dean followed behind, his movements empty, as if a man possessed.
Jody wove her arm through his, hanging onto his elbow as they walked quickly towards the exit and to the car.
“I just got her back,” Dean said. “I just got her back. She can’t be gone already. I can’t…” He left his sentence unfinished as Jody rubbed a loving hand up and down his back, attempting to reassure him.
“It’ll be fine. She’ll bounce right back. She’s a fighter, yeah?” Jody opened the back passenger door of her car, urging Dean into the seat as Sam was laying Y/N across from the other side, resting her head on Dean’s lap.
Jody jumped in the driver’s seat, throwing the car into reverse as she pushed the “Talk” button on the steering wheel and called Alex.
“It’s Y/N,” she said succinctly. “We need you. It’s…” She hesitated, looking up into the rearview mirror at Dean. “It’s not good. We’re a couple minutes away. Be ready.” The one-sided conversation was quick, direct and to the point.
The tires squealed to a stop as Jody parked the car in the driveway, slamming the transmission into park and flicking the engine to the off position before everyone began hopping out of the car. Dean stayed where he was, slowly stroking Y/N’s hair as he attempted to soothe her into waking.
Alex was running out of the front door towards them, her scrubs still stained with Kaia’s blood from patching her up earlier, and her stethoscope still hanging from her neck. “Bring her inside!”
Dean did as he was told, sliding out of his seat, careful not to let Y/N’s head fall as he slowly pulling her out of the car and cradling her in his arms. In seconds, they were all standing in the garage as Dean laid Y/N down on the gurney and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Everyone, take a step back,” Alex ordered, listening to Y/N’s heart as she did so. “Jody, I need you to bring me an IV bag. We’re going to need to get some blood in her now along with as many antibiotics and as much saline as possible. She’s losing blood fast.”
The words seemed to all blur together as Dean dropped into the chair behind him, cradling his head in his hands. “This can’t be happening,” he repeated to himself, his eyes fixated on a drop of her blood as it fell to the floor.
Two hours later, Dean was sitting next to Y/N again, squeezing her hand between both of his as he stared intently at her face. Alex had assured him that she was fine. That she’d been all patched up, that the dehydration and blood loss had been combated, and that everything was going to be just fine in time. But he longed to see her eyes open and looking at him like she always had. Like she could see into his soul. He yearned to hear her voice, even if she yelled at him and never wanted to see him again. As long as she was alive.
He lowered his head, muttering “Please,” to himself over and over.
At some point, he must have drifted off to sleep, her hand still clenched in his, with his head resting on the side of the bed. She began to stir, grunting as she did so and squeezing his hand back.
My eyes were heavy and hazy. The pain that had flown through me on our way to the doorway seemed a distant memory and my body felt as though I were floating in the ocean; one wave after another pushing me closer to shore. I opened my eyes tentatively, hesitant to take in my surroundings for fear that the monochromatic world would still be surrounding me.
But in my hand, I could feel the warm familiarity that was Dean’s fingers interlaced with mine. I squeezed my hand around his, desperate to prove to myself that it was truly him.
“Y/N?” He woke with a start, his eyes focusing on my face as he brought one hand up to cup my cheek.
I gave him a smile, my eyes closing in a slow blink as I opened my mouth. “Hey there stranger.”
Dean leaned down quickly, pressing his lips firmly against mine, seeming to blow life into me with his kiss. The one that never failed to take my breath away.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again, do you understand?”
I nodded as I laughed quietly, Dean’s forehead pressing down into my own.
“You got it,” I confirmed for him.
“Marry me?” The question came out as a plea as he pushed his head closer to mine, rubbing our noses against one another. The same question I’d run from so many months ago. But now, after all this time and after all that had happened, there was only one answer that I could give.
I smiled at him, holding my breath as my cheeks began to ache from the tension.
Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since your were 4 years old. The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do. But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow.
A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests. I’m not going to post the actual requests because…well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one.
Words: 2167
Warnings: Trauma, medical terminology, stress, hospital waiting room, tears, anesthesia
Dean stood alone in the washroom; the mortar full of ingredients sitting scorched on the floor. He swept his hands through his hair and walked over to the sink, quickly grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser and beginning to work on cleaning up the paint from the trap on the floor. It took mere moments, but it felt like an eternity. While he was tossing the remnants of his spell into the trash bin, a loud insistent knock was again rapping at the door.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Keep your shirt on.”
“Dean!” Sam was yelling outside the door, continuing to pound on the cheap, grey wood.
Shit, Dean thought to himself as he rushed to finish the rest of his cleanup. Once the last of the traces of his work had been disposed of, he yanked the door open and breezed past his brother wordlessly.
“What the hell, Dean?” Sam’s indignant voice trailed behind him. “What did you do?”
The accusation in his words was not unfounded, but still, it left Dean enraged. “What are you talking about, Sam?” Dean’s voice was sharp and dismissive as he spat the words at him, his face scrunched up into a defensive glare.
The youngest Winchester caught up with him within a few strides as he reached out and grabbed Dean’s shoulder, forcing Dean to turn around and face him.
“Don’t do that,” Sam pleaded. “Just don’t.”
“What, a guy can’t take a dump?”
Sam glared at his brother, leaving the silence between them thick and expectant.
“Come on Sam, we have to get back in there. Y/N’s depending on us.”
Sam nodded his head, disappointment evident in his stance, as they both walked back towards the waiting room.
Immediately, Dean began pacing between the aisles of seats, his long legs bowing out as he did so. He was listless and his hands alternated between running through his hair and yanking on his own neck in a vain attempt to relax the beyond strained muscles.
The doors to the surgical hallway flew open and the same doctor that had spoken with them before came rushing towards them, her eyes bulged out in surprise as she locked onto the boys.
“Doc,” Dean’s voice was full of anguish as he strode up to her, meeting her just outside the rows of seats. He remained silent, waiting for the update she undoubtedly was there to give him.
“Tell me she’s alright,” Sam whispered, walking up next to Dean. The doctor remained silent. Dean let out a sigh, lowering his head over his crossed arms. He was all stress, panic and anxiety in human form.
The doctor opened her mouth to start speaking but came up empty as her mouth closed again. After several false starts without explanation, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“We’re going to need some sort of words here, doc.” Dean’s jovial voice was hiding his tension and impatience, but he remained unsatisfied as the woman continued her silence.
“She’s not,” Dean began, unwilling to finish the sentence. “No,” he stuttered. “No, she can’t be. She’s not gone. Tell me she’s not gone.”
Sam laid a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder and stepped in front of him. “Dean, it’s okay.” He sniffed, unable to control the tears forming in his eyes as they began to fall.
“No,” Dean began muttering to himself, his eyes wide and fixated on the floor. “No, she said…she was supposed to fix it. We had a deal.” His words strung together haphazardly. Dean could hear his own heart pounding faster and faster. “No,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes violently; the dryness of them sending pain and discomfort through me. I could feel my head pounding, but the pressure in my chest overrode all of it. As much as I tried, I couldn’t take a breath. My lungs felt as if they were solid bricks, useless in their emptiness. I struggled against whatever was blocking them, attempting to take gasp after gasp of fresh air that wouldn’t come. All I could feel was pain. My pounding head, aching eyes, useless lungs, and beyond bruised body fought against every survival instinct I had.
“Oh my God,” I heard a man’s voice yell out. I lifted my hands to my face and began clawing at the foreign objects that seemed stuck inside of my mouth, arms and chest.
“No, no, no!” Panicked voices surrounded me as blurred shadows began rushing around me, poking and prodding me at every juncture, as though my threshold for pain was exponentially larger than it actually was.
“Calm down, Y/N.” A soothing voice rang in my ear. “We need to close you up now,” she sang. “But to do that, you have to sleep.”
I attempted to speak, wanting nothing more than to scream at the people around me, to tell them no, to make the torment stop, but words were beyond my reach. “The machines are breathing for you, Y/N. Don’t fight them. A little more rest and you can wake back up. But for now,” she crooned. “You need to sleep.”
I watched her fingers grabbing at a tube as another set of hands gave her a vial which she quickly depressed into the tubing between her fingers. Within seconds, my eyelids drooped, and my head became heavy, my vision fuzzier than before. And before I could protest, I had drifted into a dreamless, nightmarish sleep.
The panic in Dean’s chest had begun to consume him as it seemed like the very ground beneath him had given way. He sank to his knees, kneeling on the floor with his head cradled between his hands. His cheeks were covered in the salty streaks of his own tears as he took deep breaths, attempting to find some hint that this was all an awful dream.
Sam moved in front of him, his legs blocking Dean from view. The doctor stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes, as if she were in shock.
“You need to say the words, Doc.” Sam crossed his arms, swallowing the lump in his throat as the tears that his eyelids had been successfully keeping at bay finally fell. “I need to hear the words, or I won’t believe it.” He stressed each word, holding on to hope that all of their assumptions were wrong.
He watched as the doctor finally raised her line of sight to meet his eyes and shook her head slightly as if bringing herself back to the present. “She’s awake,” she said.
Sam’s eyes lurched open as his arms fell to his sides. “What?”
The doctor shook her head again, confusion clearing as she did so. “She woke up. During surgery. She woke up momentarily.” Her explanation did little to settle the worry that laid heavy throughout the room. “We had to sedate her, but she did wake up for a moment.”
Sam lifted his hand and pulled it down his face, grasping his chin as he did so. “What does that mean?” His question came out much calmer than he felt.
“It’s a good sign,” the doctor began. “Typically, with this kind of trauma, there wouldn’t be more than a ten percent chance of survival.” Her words did little to provide any comfort. “But we’ve repaired the damage and she’s in the recovery room now. It’s going to take a while for her to wake up since we had to sedate her again, but it’s a good sign.”
Sam took a deep breath, reaching down behind him to grab Dean’s arm. He pulled him up and forced him to stand. “Dean,” he said, smacking his hand against his brother’s chest and pointing towards the doctor.
Dean looked up hesitantly as he made eye contact with the doctor again. “She’s in the recovery room,” she explained again. “It’ll be a couple of hours before she’ll be in her own room, but once she is, you’re welcome to see her.”
“Her body, you mean.” Dean’s words were painted with defeat.
“No, Dean.” Sam turned around, looking at his brother pointedly. “She’s alive.” Dean’s eyes flicked over to his brother’s as he let out a breath, allowing more tears to fall down his cheeks.
My eyelids were so heavy. Like steel doors that had been locked shut, and I was powerless to move them. But I could feel the moisture of my own tears leaking through them as they dripped down my cheeks and across my lips. All I could feel was pain. The gravel in my chest that seemed to expand with each involuntary breath that I hadn’t initiated. The sharp, shooting pain that was radiating out from my back. The pounding in my head that felt as though my temples were trapped in a vice that was constantly being tightened. It was unreal and I didn’t think I could, or that I’d want, to cope with it.
Every part of me was scorching. That same sort of burning feeling that only seemed to happen when you were too cold, freezing from the inside out. I attempted to move, urging my knees to bend and scoot me away from the frozen fire that felt as though it were seconds away from consuming me. My lazy, thick voice whined into the emptiness as I urged myself to plead for help. The only sound that came out was muffled and nonsensical.
But within seconds, I felt warm fingers snaking themselves around my hand, intertwining my fingers with them. The warmth and comfort that originated there began to spread, and I poured all of my strength into flexing my fingers and squeezing the hand of my hero that had alleviated some of my agony.
“Mom?” My voice was almost unrecognizable. As though I was speaking through a thick layer of fabric that had been woven over my voice box.
“Shhh,” a soothing voice rang out as another hand swept across my forehead. “You’re going to be just fine, Y/N.” I knew that voice. I would recognize it even if I were dead. And yet, I couldn’t identify it for the life of me.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Two lips pressed themselves gently to my forehead, leaving an aura of safety and respite from my aching body.
“Dad?” I questioned.
“Y/N?” Another voice called out to me, but from the other side of the room. “We’re here, Y/N. Sam and Dean,” it answered me. “We’re right here.”
I pursed my eyebrows together, still unable to open my eyes. Sam and Dean were there. I knew that their presence meant I was safe. That the terror of not knowing where I was or why everything hurt so much should ebb away. But every part of me wanted to scream at them. To push them away for pulling me back from the perfect peace I had found with my parents. I could still hear the waves crashing on the beach and remember the feel of my mother’s hand in mine. But all the contentment and ease had gone and been replaced with suffering.
“Hey, hey relax Y/N. It’s okay.” Dean’s voice attempted to soothe me as he pushed my hair behind my ear, gently cradling my face.
“No,” I murmured. “I want to go back.” My words came out as whispers, but their intent was sincere.
Dean relaxed his grip on my hand. “What?” he asked. But no more words were able to push through my lips. The tears that had been quietly dripping slowly from my eyes now became a deluge as my eyes and chest were wracked with sobs. The pain that shot through me with each violent spasm was disorienting and overwhelming, but the tears wouldn’t stop, and my heaving breaths were undeterred.
My fingers dug into Dean’s hand, desperate to keep him close to me as I pulled him towards the bed. I was able to curl my legs up into myself, ignoring the pain shooting through my abdomen as I did so, as I pulled Dean’s hand ever closer to me.
“Hey, hey, hey,” his voice rang out like velvet. “I’m here,” he said as I felt the bed depress next to me as his legs pressed against mine. His arm wrapped around my shoulders as he slowly released my hand, holding me close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
The sobs that had sped through me began to calm as I buried my face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of evergreen and freshly cut wood.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his arms keeping me enveloped into him.
Deep breath after deep breath of his intoxicating musk had calmed my tears and slowed my breathing back to normal. The sharp stabbing pain had localized and no longer radiated out to every molecule of my being. Within minutes, I drifted off, terrified of any dream that I may have that could never compare to where I had just been.
Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since you were 4 years-old. The monsters that started you on that path had resurfaced, but after taking them out, you ended up in Heaven with an impossible choice; do you stay there or do you go back to the Winchester’s? Will the price they pay to keep you be too steep?
I crouched down onto the dirty tile floor of the motel bathroom with the can of black spray paint clutched in my hand. I went to work immediately; painting the symbols of the trap in as accurate detail as I could remember.
“Sam,” I called out into the living area, louder than I had intended. I heard his guttural reply as he poked his head in the door, disapprovingly. “Is this right?”
He glowered at me momentarily before giving me a curt nod in the affirmative.
“Thanks, Samuel.” There was a bitterness in my tone that was entirely intentional. He hadn’t kept his feelings on the matter quiet. Especially when I rooted around in the back of the Impala, disorganizing everything as I pulled out the hemlock along with my old switchblade and a silver crucifix Dean had kept tucked away in the back.
“You’re putting everything back exactly where you found it, Y/N. Whether it works or not.” I rolled my eyes in response as I dragged the blade across my palm, watching the crimson liquid spill into the center of the mortar.
“O theris tes, caleo se cai deo.”
Within seconds, the same red-headed reaper I had seen on the beach stood in front of me; her eyes wide and her lips curled up animalistically.
“You,” she snarled at me.
Without hesitation, I clapped her wrists into the cuffs that had been resting in my back pocket. “See, now you greet me that way and a girl might think you aren’t happy to see her.”
She glared at me intensely, shuttering at my jest.
“Where is he,” I asked, all sense of frivolity gone and replaced with a not-so-thinly-veiled threat in my voice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pushed her arms down in front of her, all stubbornness and determination, as she struggled against the biting metal.
“See, that paint on the floor? It won’t last forever. But those cuffs? You won’t be shaking them any time soon. I’m assuming you didn’t miss the ever so carefully carved personalization around the clasps.” I gestured toward them, smiling at my own cleverness.
Her eyes dropped as she lifted her wrists up, taking in the finely engraved symbols locking her in place. “You bitch,” she breathed out.
“Oh, see, now if we’re going to be getting mean…” I grasped the hilt of the Angel Blade that was tucked into the back of my jeans and pulled the weapon out in front of me, holding the tip of the blade between my fingertips, toying with her.
I watched as her eyes went wide.
“I figure,” I began, stepping away from her before dramatically turning back and making eye contact with the reaper once more. “If you die, your deals are void. And Dean will come back from wherever you’ve stashed him.” I took a few steps closer towards her, leaving my toes just outside of the sigil. “Am I close?”
If she could kill with a look, I’d have been smoldering by now. “Fine,” she bit at me. “I’ll release him.” I watched as her eyes flashed behind me, as if looking at someone that wasn’t there.
A hazy fog seemed to waft into the room, leaving a stale scent in the air. I waved my hand in front of my face as if pushing the smell away from me, coughing as I went. When I opened my eyes and looked back again, Dean stood in the entryway to the bathroom, a white stony ring in his hand as if he had just finished pulling it from his finger.
“Dean,” I whispered, half choking on the word.
He looked at me in shock; his eyes wide, pupils dilated, and a slow, pensive smile beginning to spread across his face.
“Y/N,” he breathed my name at me as I felt myself lifting, as though the world had fallen from my shoulders.
My feet were all but frozen in place. It was all I could do to just stare at him in bewilderment. His steps, however, were quickened as he practically ran towards me, his arms winding their way around my waist and pulling me close to him. “You’re here.” The words rushed from my mouth as his lips placed tender, chaste kisses on my shoulder; up my neck until he was holding my head to him, kissing my forehead.
“Yeah,” I responded, replacing my disbelief with irritation.
I felt my body go rigid, immediately consumed with frustration and rage. I had gotten Dean back, true enough. But the text message that he had left me with still lingered in my mind. If he had just left to fulfill his end of a deal with Death, I could understand. But that hadn’t been the case. And now that he was back and I had ensured his safety, I wanted nothing more than to leave him there; alone, confused, and miserable just as I had been.
Sam had wordlessly walked over towards us and laid a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Dean,” he said, smiling. I felt Dean’s arms slacken as he released me and brought his younger brother in for a hug, his hands around Sam’s shoulders as they aggressively patted each other’s backs.
“Missed you,” Sam admitted, choking back the emotion that his eyes were unable to hide.
“Course you did,” Dean joked. “Don’t know what to do with yourself without your big brother there to save you.” His smile was genuine and full of ego as he pushed himself out of Sam’s embrace and held the youngest Winchester at arm’s length, examining him as if he had been gone for years.
Taking the opportunity presented to me, I turned around, coming face to face with Jessica again. She held her wrists out in front of me expectantly.
“Well?” Her tone was irritated and impatient.
I chuckled to myself as I placed my hands on my hips, the Angel Blade still clenched in my grip. “I don’t remember any part of our deal involving me letting you live.”
Her eyes seemed to turn jet black, filling with hatred as she glared at me. “You bitch,” she spat.
My fingers flipped the blade, expertly twirling it in my hand as I teased and taunted her, taking excruciatingly slow steps towards the reaper.
“She won’t let this slide,” Jessica stated with more authority than I was willing to accept.
“Oh, won’t she?” My sarcasm dripped from each syllable like thick maple syrup dripping from a fork. “Billie, I assume, is the ‘she’ you’re referring to, yes?” She glared as her response. “How keen do you think she’d be to find out you were making deals with the Winchester’s, huh? Because I seem to remember something about how the last time she saw him,” I pointed at Dean, aggressively, “It would be the last time before the end. Chastised us all for being too reckless.” I tilted my head to the side. “I just can’t help but wonder what she would think about one of her minions dealing with any of us.”
The vague threat in my voice accompanied by the blade that still twirled in my palm did little to intimidate the reaper. All too unexpectedly, I felt the Angel Blade leave my hand as I watched Dean grab it from me and plunge the blade through Jessica’s abdomen holding her shoulder as he pushed the angelic metal deeper into her body.
“You can go to hell.” I watched him pull the blade out, wiping it on his jeans as the life faded from Jessica’s eyes and her body slumped onto the floor with a heavy thud.
“Dean,” Sam yelled. “What the hell? She was our only bargaining chip!”
“No,” Dean shouted back. “No,” his voice came out calmer now as he took a breath. “We didn’t need a chip. Least of all her.”
The blade slipped from his hand, falling to the ground with a sharp, metallic echo. I watched Dean as he turned around, running his hands through his hair as he turned to face me. His same smile crept back up his face, as I refused to be overcome by joy or smiles myself.
“Hey,” he greeted again, sauntering towards me. I quickly stepped back into the living area, away from Dean, and towards Sam.
“I’m going to head out.” My words were curt, and my vision was fixed on Sam’s confused countenance.
“What? Why?” Seeing Sam confused was usually amusing, but I could feel the disappointment wafting through the room, directed solely at me.
“You know why, Sam.” I dropped my gaze down to the foot of the bed to my left where my duffle bag laid, still closed. I gripped it by the zipper, unwilling to take the time to find and carry it by the handles.
My hand was on the door handle by the time Dean caught up. He reached out slowly, the white stone ring still clenched in his hand, and grazed his fingers down my upper arm.
“Y/N,” he pleaded. “Why are you doing this?”
I turned my head back towards him, forcing my tear-filled eyes to meet with his. “I’m sorry, Dean. I can’t. I’m sorry.”
The venom in my words as I echoed his goodbye text message back to him was tangible. And it hit its mark as his arm slackened, leaving me the freedom to pry open the door and run to my car. My shaky hands fumbled with the keys, unlocking and opening the driver’s side door. I threw my duffle into the passenger seat as I sat down and turned the ignition.
Before I could process what was happening, I was barreling down the highway, the Winchester’s in my rearview and nothing ahead of me but endless roads.
My hands were shaking by the time I pulled over into the exit for the hotel. I couldn’t be sure if my emotions had gotten the better of me, or if the fact that I had been driving for 26 hours without eating or sleeping had finally caught up with me. Each time I’d stopped, either for gas or for the bathroom, I’d convinced myself that I hadn’t made it far enough yet. That they’d be right behind me and the whole ugly scene would replay in my head, yet again. Dean looking at me as if I were the embodiment of Christmas morning and he was five years old. Sam staring at me quizzically, as if he were a confused puppy. And me, standing there feeling my heart break into pieces, yet again.
I checked into the hotel on autopilot, but I was sure to upgrade my room to a jacuzzi suite. The far-too-happy man at the front desk handed me my key card as he wrote my room number on the paper sleeve for the key.
“Here you are, room 1409.” He smiled brightly at me. “The gym is just down this hall to the right, and the pool is to the left. Enjoy your stay.” His chipper voice and cheery smile did nothing to lift my spirits as I gave him a forced customer-service grin and made my way to the elevator bay.
The ride up to level 14 seemed to take forever, all the while, flashes of Dean’s face ran through my head. The excitement he showed when he found a meal that he was looking forward to. The satisfied glee that emanated from him when he laid in a quality mattress, especially the one in his room at the bunker. The room he called his own. The anticipation on his face as he leaned in to kiss me for the first time. And the second. And the emptiness in his expression when I walked out the door.
I pressed my palm into the bridge of my nose, scrunching my eyes closed and doing my best to rid my thoughts of Dean for the evening. The elevator doors opened and made my way to my room, unlocking the door, throwing my bag on the bed, and immediately stripping off my clothes as I began running the water in the jacuzzi.
The tub filled quickly as I added the bubble bath that sat on the rim. I lowered my sore, aching body into the scalding water, relishing in the instant relaxation that it provided. One of the jets was placed at my low back in just the perfect spot to elicit a contented groan. Laying my head back into the corner of the tub, I closed my eyes, choosing to clear my mind and let go of the day. Tears began flowing down my cheeks unbidden and within minutes, I found myself sobbing.
I heard the lock on the door click as the door handle turned. Panic set in as I sank deeper into the water, hoping whoever was walking into the room wouldn’t see me.
They moved through the dark with ease, even bending over to pick up my discarded clothing near the entryway and setting it down on the couch right next to them. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm my breathing.
I could feel them getting closer as they leaned towards me, and I accepted my imminent death.
“Hey, Y/N,” Dean’s voice came from just beside me, his tone low and melancholy. “Guess you finally got your hot tub, huh?”
A/N: This belongs to Day 2 of my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration! Thanks so much for reading
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You didn’t even take the time to park your car properly, running out of it the second you arrived at the Singer property to reach the front door as fast as you could.
Two hours ago you had received a call from Bobby, Sam was back from hell and Dean was with him again, so you packed your things and you left the crappy motel room you were staying in since your last hunt.
They probably were waiting for you or maybe they just heard all the noise you made because a second before you reached the door, it flew open and Dean was there with open arms ready to welcome you home.
It had been difficult after he left you and went to Lisa but you couldn’t blame him, she represented everything he ever wanted, a nice white picket fence home, a steady life and more importantly, no monsters and as his best friend it was your duty to support him through thick and thin, if he was happy you were too.
“You’re here” he whispered, a hand wrapped around your waist and the other one at the back of your head pressing you closer to him, a small kiss left in your temple.
“I’m here” you answered taking in his presence and how much you had missed him. “You’re back, Sam’s back, how did it happened?”
“It’s a long story, come say hi” he said reluctantly letting you go but still holding onto your hand as he guided you to the living room.
“Sam!” you exclaimed as he went to greet you, a small hug letting you know he really was there, your hand still in Dean’s making it a little difficult but after all the time apart neither one of you was ready to let go again.
The Impala’s engine purred as Dean pulled into the parking lot of the Heartstrings Motel in Wyomissing. The neon vacancy sign was blazing in the soft evening light and the billboard below boasted of HBO and hot tubs, free pay-per-view movies and romantic suites.
Dean looked up at the sign with a smirk. “Free pay-per-view, heh.” He shut the engine and pulled out his keys. “Casa Erotica 19 here we come!”
In the passenger seat, Y/N sighed. “No. Not again. Please.”
Dean nodded in agreement. “You’re right. 17 is better.”
Y/N’s eyes rolled despite her laugh. “You’re so gross.”
“So no porn?” Dean’s pout was adorable and she caved instantly.
