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(1.7) Hook Man: Part one

“Funerals and flashbacks”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Violence, angst, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff

Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of supernatural deaths that appear to be morally driven. During the case, Y/N finds herself remembering her grief over the death of her parents.

Word count: 3723

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

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You sipped away at your favorite beverage as you looked around the outside of the café, people were coming in and out of the place as a few others sat at the tables around yours, either catching up on some reading as they enjoyed their meal or chatting with friends they met up with. It’s been a while since you’ve been to a place like this. And when you did, it was always with the Halliwell sisters every Saturday so all of you could have the chance to relax and talk about your week and all that you’ve done. It wasn’t much, just simple chit chat with one another about the things that bugged you and all of you bursting into a fit of laughter after one of you had said something funny. You know, like best friends would do.

Being at a café with the brothers was completely different. There was a long silence between you and the older Winchester as his brother was wrapping up a conversation with someone he managed to get a hold of using the payphone. You were weirded out to see that Dean was on the laptop, doing some research and trying to find a case for the three of you. It’s not something that he normally liked to do. He was always the one to talk to people, while Sam worked the computer and read through the articles. It was almost as though they had switched bodies.

But Dean didn’t seem as obsessed with finding his dad like his brother had thought. Sure, it would’ve been nice to know if the man was okay, but he couldn’t stop telling himself that John just didn’t want to be found.

"Your half-caff venti vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis." Dean spoke up for the first time in a few minutes, breaking you from your thoughts and causing you to glance up to see that his brother was walking back over to the table.

"Bite me." Sam muttered in annoyance, before sitting back in his seat next to Dean.

"So, anything?" You asked in a curious tone after taking another sip of your drink.

He put his card back into his jacket pocket and let out a frustrated sigh from the lack of answers he was getting. "I had them check the FBI's missing-person's databank. No 'John Does' fitting that description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

"I'm telling you, I don't think Dad wants to be found." Dean said, staring at his little brother. You bit down on your bottom lip when you took notice that the younger Winchester’s expression changed into a completely different one. He turned his head away from his brother and let out a quiet sigh as Dean changed the subject, turning the laptop over to him. "Check this out. News Item out of Plains Courier Ankeny, Iowa. It's about a hundred miles from here."

You got up from your seat and made your way around to where Sam sat, standing over him so that you could take a look at the news article for yourself. "'Mutilated body was found near the victim's car parked on nine mile road.'" Sam read off of the article, before looking over at his brother, wondering what was so special about this.

Dean picked up his coffee cup and gestured to the screen. "Keep reading."

"'Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, who's name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.'"

"Could be something interesting." You said, continuing to read the article a bit more.

"It could be nothing." Sam remarked. "One eyewitness who didn't see anything doesn't mean it's the invisible man."

"But what if it is?" Dean asked. "Dad would check it out."

~~~

It took a while to talk the younger Winchester into checking this possible case out. But he finally agreed to letting you and Dean drag him down to the location of where the victim lived. You were sitting in the backseat and staring out the window as the Impala pulled up towards the sidewalk, parking in front of a house that looked a bit too familiar to you. Not that you’ve been here before, but the vibe of the place had you believing that it was a frat house.

Not to mention, there were a group of boys that had to be just a few years or so younger than you roaming around the outside. A couple of them stood over one of the cars parked in the driveway as they worked on the engine with the hood popped up.

You’ve been to a place like this before, an old college friend of yours dragged you to a party that was located at a frat house. You didn’t want to go, you even begged her not to make you, but you still went. And it didn’t turn out to be as great as she promised you that it’d be. The majority of the boys were rude, and thought that you would’ve been an easy lay. Boy, were they wrong. You swore to yourself that you’d never step into a place like this ever again.

“Uh,” You leaned forward in your seat, looking over at Dean like he was insane for what he was about to make the two of you do. “I’m not going in there.”

You could see the way that the older Winchester furrowed his brows, as if he wasn’t getting what you were saying. “What do you mean?”

“First of all, I’m a girl .” You reminded him, “And this place is full of guys, who would probably go wild if I went in there, making that the second reason.”

Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes at your reasonings, as they didn’t seem to make any sense. But his little brother just so happened to agree with the fact it would’ve been a little too awkward for you to go inside of a place like this, especially when there wasn’t a party being thrown. He glanced between the two of you for a moment as a silence lingered between all of you for a few seconds, before speaking up on the matter himself.

“She’s right, Dean.” Sam said. You couldn’t help but let a smile stretch across your lips at the way he was agreeing with you. “I’m not saying girls aren’t allowed in places like this, but it’ll be extremely uncomfortable. Maybe you should just go in by yourself, I’ll stay here with Y/N.”

You watched as Dean arched a brow up at his brother, “Why don’t I stay out here with her?” He questioned him. You bit down onto your bottom lip, refraining yourself from rolling your own eyes from what he said next. “After all, she’s my girlfriend.”

He more than likely didn’t mean for it to happen, but the way he said it sounded a little too possessive, and you were growing nervous that the younger Winchester was just going to give in and get out of the car. But he knew better with how tense you were feeling around his brother the last few days, he wasn’t going to leave the two of you alone. “You’re better at talking to people than I am.” He gave an excuse that seemed like a good enough reason as to why he wouldn’t want to go in. “It’s part of the reason why I’m almost always doing the research.”

For a moment, you thought Dean wasn’t going to find that reason good enough. But after thinking it over, you had to keep yourself from letting out a sigh of relief when he got out of the car, shutting the door behind him before walking up to the young men standing around the front lawn. He said something to catch their attention and you scooted forward in your seat as he began to come up with a bogus lie in order to get inside of the house. You rested your arms onto the front seats, watching as in just a few moments, your boyfriend headed inside.

“Thank you for that.” You spoke up in a soft tone towards Sam. He furrowed his brows and looked back at you, wondering what you were thanking him for. “You know, for agreeing with me.. And not leaving me behind with him.”

Sam let out a chuckle at your words. “Hey, it’s the least I could do.” He said. “I’ve been feeling the tension you have with him since the day you decided you wanted to sleep in a different motel room.”

“Can you blame me, though?” You asked, watching as he just shook his head to answer your question. “Honestly, I’d rather go into a frat house again than to be alone with him right now.”

“Wait a min-” Sam’s brows slowly started to furrow together as he took a moment to process what you were saying. “You went to one of these before?”

“I did.” You said with a nod of your head, before deciding to go into a little more detail as to how you ended up in a place like this. “I was in college for a couple of years, and my best friend at the time wanted me to come to a party with her. You know, so I could end up being a little more social after meeting new people.” You explained to the man, who was listening to each word you were saying. “I was way too shy to go to places like these. Besides, I was the type of person who liked to study on a Saturday night. But she insisted until I finally gave in and went with her to this frat house. And let me just say- it was not a pleasant experience.”

With the expression on Sam’s face as he stared at you, it was almost like you were speaking in a language he had a hard time understanding. But you had it all wrong- he wasn’t confused, or weirded out by the fact that you had gone to college. He was intrigued. He knew that you’ve always been a smart girl, but he never knew that you wanted to go anywhere outside of high school. “What college did you go to?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“San Francisco university- I lived in that area, too.” You gave him an answer that had him inhaling a deep breath. All that time, you were less than an hour from where he had lived and he didn’t even know it.

“I was at Stanford,” He told you, and your eyes widened at the short amount of distance there had been between the two of you. You travelled all throughout the state of California, and you most definitely had gone to Palo Alto before, now you wished you would’ve bumped into him. “I was studying for a law degree, you know, until Jessica died. Now I-.. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if college is a good idea anymore, now that I’m back on the road and hunting.”

A frown fell upon your lips at what you were hearing. You were in that position once before, too. When your parents died, you didn’t know if you wanted to go back to college, but you did. The second time, you went to the one Phoebe had suggested to you quite a couple of times- Berkeley. You managed to finish it, and got your degree to become an advice columnist, knowing that it was something you’ve wanted to be your whole life. Because helping others was your passion. Now, you were helping others in a much different way.

You reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder, in a way to comfort him. “I know what you mean.” You said, deciding to bring the columnist part of you back for a moment. “Believe me, I do. But you can’t give up on your dreams, when you find your dad you should definitely go back.”

Sam said, he reached his own hand up and placed it on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he gave you a small smile, as if to say thank you for the small piece of advice. For some reason, the touch sent a tingling sensation down your spine, and you had a feeling that your hand would’ve fit perfectly into his if you just held onto it.

Silence lingered in the air between the two of you again as you just kept your hands like this. Yours placed upon his shoulder, and his placed upon your own. But after what like minutes, you pulled your hand away when you heard the driver’s side door open up.

The car shook a bit as the older Winchester settled himself back into his seat, finally coming back from talking to one of the boys about their friend’s death. He didn’t seem to notice what had happened with you and his brother, and you gave him a look, wondering what went down in that house. But all he did, was turn to you and ask a question that didn’t leave you with a good feeling.

“Who’s up to crashing a funeral?”

~~~

It's been a couple of weeks since your parents were killed. Your mother's body was never found after they managed to put out the fire. But they did find your dad's. Darryl Morris was the one to give you the news, considering how he was good friends with the Halliwell's. Your dad's body was back at the morgue, and they were all waiting on you to decide where and when the funeral was going to be held. You were putting it off for days, not only because your mother wasn't found, but because you knew that if it happened, it'd mean that your dad was really gone. And you couldn't bring yourself to say goodbye. But Leo managed to convince you that it was best to let him go. And if your mother was dead, it would also be a way of saying that you were letting her go as well.

And that's how you were now standing in front of the church, the same church that Prue's funeral was held in. All of the people you sent invitations to, the friends you had back in your old home town, your parent's friends, family members that you haven't seen in ages, along with a couple people you recently made friends with.. they were there. The majority of them were inside already, a few were just heading inside.

But you just stood there, with tear stained cheeks as you stared at the building in front of you. The Halliwell's were surrounding you, letting you know that they were there for you, and will continue to be whenever you decide that you are ready.

At this point, you've grown close to Paige. Perhaps it was because she was in the same boat as you. She was adopted, just like you. She treated her parents poorly, just like you. And she lost them in a tragic accident, just like you. Or perhaps, you didn't know why. But she was the one who took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze out of comfort and told you that you could do this.

After inhaling a deep breath, you were ready to go. Everybody was waiting for you to get this started. And that's what you were going to do, because you knew it's what your dad would've wanted.

~~~

You stepped inside the church the boy back at the frat house told Dean about as the reverend spoke right after brothers. You flinched slightly when you heard the front door slam shut roughly behind you as the sound echoed off the walls. You watched as the room became silent as a few pairs of eyes jumped on you for a moment. You smiled, letting out a quiet laugh as you tried your hardest to hide your embarrassment. You followed behind Dean to the bench in the very back of the church, settling yourself down in between the brothers as the reverend continued with his speech.

"The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passing..."

You tried your best to listen to what he had to say, you found yourself zoning out from what was going on around you when memories of your dad's funeral flooded through the back of your mind again. Instead of a reverend, it was you who stood up where the microphone was.

~~~

"Uh.. I just wanted to thank everybody for coming today." You nearly stuttered out, you've been up at the stand for a couple of minutes. It took awhile for you to speak, every time you opened up your mouth, more tears started running down your face and you had to wipe them away. But after taking a deep breath, you continued. "I know that for some of you it was a long plane ride out here."

Everyone in the building was silent, and you had studied each and every person to realize you weren't the only one that was a wreck over your mom and dad's death. Some were clutching onto the tissues they had brought, not wanting to look up at the coffin that was right behind you. Others had eyes that were red and puffy from all of the crying they had done just after stepping inside of the church. And a few people broke into sobs just from the few words you spoke. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying your best to keep yourself composed.

"My mom's wasn't found, but there's no doubt that she's gone, too. And maybe that's not such a negative thing. My parents are together in heaven, and they're happy." You said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, your vision blurring with tears. You gave a weak smile. "Some of you are people who worked with my dad, and a couple of you are neighbors that my mom became friendly with over the years.. If there was one thing that I knew about them, it's that they cared for each and everyone of you standing in this room today."

Your voice cracked, but that didn't matter anymore. Your dad was gone, and crying while you spoke was bound to happen. You reached a hand up to wipe a few more tears away, letting out a shaky breath before continuing with what you had to say. "They'd both be really happy that you came here." You said. "I know that goodbyes are tough, but my dad wouldn't want us to think of this as a goodbye, more as a 'see you later'."

~~~

The feel of someone nudging you in the side brought you back to the present. You looked over to your right to see that Sam was giving you a look of concern from seeing the tears that were streaming down your face. He mouthed the question, "Are you okay?" to you. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head yes. It was a lie, but you knew that you'd be fine eventually.

You let out a quiet sigh and turned your attention forward, before ducking your head down and closing your eyes after taking notice that everyone seemed to have been in the middle of a prayer.

~~~

Soon after the funeral ended, everyone exited the church. You and the boys stepped outside and waited until you could find Lori. You watched two girls exit as they mumbled something about plans, but the one in the green shirt was making up an excuse as to why she couldn't go. You walked up to her after she said goodbye to her friend, the boys following behind.

"Are you Lori?" You asked from behind. She turned around and made eye contact with you, she smiled and nodded her head. "My name is Y/N. This is Sam and Dean, my best friend and...my boyfriend." You pointed to the boys as Dean waved at her while Sam smiled. "They just transferred to the University. I'm just here to be with them for a few days until they get settled into their new place."

She nodded her head again. "I saw you inside."

"We don't want to bother you. But we heard about what happened." Sam explained, moving his hands around as he talked.

"We just wanted to say how sorry we were." Dean added.

"I kind of know what you're going through." Sam confessed with a small smile. "I-I saw someone get hurt once. It's something that you don't forget."

You could say the exact same thing, but you decided to stay quiet. Because it was years ago. The death of Jessica and Lori’s boyfriend were recent, you already had your time to grieve. At least, that’s what you wanted to keep telling yourself. Sure, you didn’t get out of bed for weeks after your parents died, but a couple of things today brought back memories of the time you utterly broken. And those feelings were beginning to bubble back up to the surface.

Lori nodded her head as if she understood where the younger Winchester was coming from. She felt silent for a few moments, and you found your attention slowly drifting over to the man coming up behind her, who you presumed to be her father. The young girl turned to look at him when he had rested a hand on her shoulder, flashing a smile at the four of you. "Dad, this is Sam and Dean. They're new students." Lori pointed at the brothers, before introducing you. "And this is Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Dean flashed a smile as he put out his hand for the reverend to shake. "I must say that was an inspiring sermon."

"Thank you very much." The reverend said while dropping his hands to his side. "It's so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord's message."

Dean chuckled as the three of you looked at one another. You smiled at the reverend. "Listen we're new in town, actually." You explained, walking away from Sam and Lori so that you and Dean could talk to the reverend.

~~~

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(1.6) Skin: part three

“Dean 2.0”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Violence, angst, language, smidge of fluff

Summary: Y/N and the boys hunt a Shapeshifter that has framed Sam’s college friend for murder.

Word count: 8067

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

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Getting out of the sewer was a little harder than you thought it was going to be, not to mention slower. Now that Dean’s shoulder had been busted up pretty good, he couldn’t go a single step without muttering a complaint underneath his breath afterwards. You had been waiting with little patience at the bottom of the ladder, your eyes rolling when he kept pausing for a few moments to tend to his injury. You weren’t going to say anything, but you didn’t want to be stuck down in such a gross place for so long.

“Oh, just act like the man you are and stop whining!” You hissed, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.

But he didn’t seem to appreciate much of the attitude you were throwing at him today. “You try climbing a ladder after your shoulder was slammed into concrete!” He snapped back at you. Letting out a breath, he finally managed to get back up to the city. And when you could see that he had stood up onto his feet and wandered over to his brother, you started climbing up towards the top.

You could hear the brothers exchange a few words with one another as you got closer, and when you finally got out of the sewer yourself, you were able to see that your boyfriend was running in the opposite direction of where the younger Winchester was heading, seeming to have made it a plan to split up so that the two could track the shifter down faster.

“Wait a min-”

Just as you thought you were being completely forgotten about, Sam stopped in his tracks and turned himself around. An apologetic smile twitched at the ends of his lips as you were pushing yourself up to your feet, but not without his help. “For some reason, I thought you were ahead of me.” He said as you managed to stand up straight without falling right back into the sewer again. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“I’m not that fast, Sammy.” You said, before stepping in front of him. “ Now I’m ahead of you.”

Sam let out a laugh himself, watching as you started running in the direction he was heading. He shook his head, before following behind you, his long legs making it easy for him to catch up.

~~~

With how fast the shapeshifter was escaping the sewer while Sam was trying to take a shot at him, you knew that you had lost him for good. But that didn’t stop the two of you from walking along the front of the strip mall and casually looking around to see if you could find the creature you were looking for. Each of your guns were tucked away into the back of your jeans so no one was able to see them and point out the fact you were planning on shooting someone down.

And to make it seem like nothing too suspicious, you had grabbed a hold of Sam’s hand when you found yourselves approaching an incoming crowd of people a few feet away. The man wondered what you were doing, and you just told him that it was so anybody nosy enough to get into your business would think that the two of you were just a couple, enjoying a late night stroll. Not that he minded, of course. In fact, he had to force himself to hold back the blush that threatened to creep along the apples of his cheeks.

There were a lot of people walking along the sidewalk, some coming down the opposite direction of where you headed, and a couple of cars passed by with their windows rolled down and their music playing loud enough to break your focus on trying to find who you were looking for. But it didn’t happen.

You and the younger Winchester kept looking around the crowd of people, staying on high alert in case you eventually found this monster. But as you got to the end of the strip mall with nothing out of the ordinary in sight, the two of you came to a stop. You let a frustrated sigh as you looked around again, your hand letting go of Sam’s as it dropped down to rest at your side.

“Dammit.” You muttered underneath your breath when you finally realized you had lost him. As you turned around, you caught sight of your boyfriend walking forward to meet up with the two of you, wondering if you had found anything. You shook your head. “No. He’s gone.”

“All right.” Dean let out a sigh himself from the lack of findings, knowing that the only thing left to do was come up with a new plan of action. “Let’s get back to the car.”

You glanced over at Sam to see what his idea was, but all you got from him was a nod of his head as he agreed with his brother. You knew that going back to the car wasn’t going to do much good, you already had the proper weapons you needed, you just needed to find the shapeshifter before a new victim ended up on its list. But you didn’t argue with either of them. You couldn’t.

So, you turned on your heels and started making your way across the street after looking both ways to see that there were no cars about to come. The younger Winchester followed close behind as you began heading in the direction of where you left the Impala, the both of you unaware that the Dean behind you, wasn’t really Dean.

~~~

It took a few minutes, but you and the brothers finally reached the Impala. All of you had been quiet on the way back to it, leaving you deep in your own thoughts as you trailed behind the brothers; if the three of you weren’t able to catch the shifter, he must’ve gone back down to the sewers to hide after figuring out that a few hunters were on his tail. Or for all you knew, he probably sought out his next victim and changed his skin again. But you were hoping that wasn’t the case.

“Do you guys think he found another way underground?” You spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen between all of you as you got closer to the car.

“Probably.” Dean answered your question with a shrug of his shoulders as he headed straight for the trunk. You bit down onto your bottom lip, not quite liking the sound of that answer, but at least it was better than a no. “You got the keys?”

The question was to the younger Winchester, who reached a hand into his jacket pocket to take the keys out, but he stopped when a thought crossed his mind. “Hey, didn’t dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?” He asked, turning to face his brother.

“That was Austin.” Dean corrected him. “And it turned out not to be a shapeshifter. It was a thought-form- a psychic projection. Remember?”

You glanced between the brothers as you began making your way to the backseat. A soft chuckle escaped past Sam’s lips as he shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed after realizing he had gotten the memory wrong. He murmured something towards the older Winchester, before tossing over the keys, to which he was quick to catch with his left arm.

For a moment, it slipped past your mind that Dean had injured his shoulder not too long ago. Sam made his way around to the passenger side, and you watched as the older Winchester opened up the trunk. It was only when he started looking through the weapons that you finally realized that the man standing just a few feet away from you might not have been your boyfriend.

You reached a hand behind you, grabbing your gun from the back of your jeans before stepping forward towards the trunk. Each man took it as a surprise when you aimed your gun right at the shifter. “Don’t move!” You yelled, bringing Sam’s attention onto you. He stepped forward when he realized what was happening, but you kept your focus on the one you knew was a monster. “What have you done with him?”

Still trying his best to keep up the act that he was Dean, he raised his hands up in a surrendering motion, his eyes narrowing on you as if you were crazy. “Sweetheart, chill. It’s me, all right?” He tried lying to you, but you weren’t buying it.

“Y/N, put the gun down before someone gets hurt.” The younger Winchester spoke up towards you, stepping closer so that he could just reach out an arm and take your gun, but you were quick to move it away before aiming it right back at the shifter.

“This isn’t Dean, Sam!” You said, glancing over at the man for a moment before looking back at the creature pretending to be your boyfriend. “Where is he, you son of a bitch?”

“You’re about to shoot him.” Sam said. Again, he tried to reach out to take your gun out of your grasp. And again, you moved it away. “Y/N, you’ve got to calm down.”

“He caught those keys with his left.” You pointed out, reminding the younger man of the incident that happened down under. “His shoulder was hurt.”

“Yeah. It’s better.” The shifter said. “What do you want me to do, cry?”

“You’re not Dean.” You hissed at him.

“Why don’t you pull the trigger then, hmm?” He was challenging you now. But you were seconds away from sending a bullet straight between his eyes. “Because you’re not sure. Y/N, you know me.”

You shook your head and took a step back when he tried coming forward, giving him a warning to back off before things took a turn for the worst. But the tables seemed to have turned when you found yourself letting out a groan of pain as the shifter hit you in the head with a crowbar he managed to grab out of the trunk. You could hear Sam calling out your name in a panicked tone after the second hit, all before your world faded to black.

~~~

The sound of water pouring out of pipes was the only thing you heard when you finally came to. And the only thing you felt was the tight feeling of a rope tied around your neck, but not enough to cut off the circulation to your lungs. You went to lift your arms up to get it loose, and that’s when you found that your entire body was tied to something metal. You tried turning your head to your right to see what was going on around you, but you only managed to catch a quick glance of the younger Winchester’s unconscious body before you began finding it hard to breathe.

You focused your attention forward again, trying to get in a comfortable enough position so that the rope didn’t feel so tight around your throat anymore. But as you were doing so, you caught a much taller figure moving around in the corner of your eye. Your gaze travelled back up to the right, to see the shifter staring back at you. You found yourself clenching your jaw in anger at the fact that he was still disguised as your boyfriend, and it seemed that he didn’t like that you were throwing daggers right at him.

After taking a few steps forward, he reached out an arm and smacked you hard across the face, earning a groan of pain from you. As you inhaled a deep breath from the stinging sensation he had left on your cheek, he walked past you, leaving your sight for a moment as you looked around the place again.

You knew that you were back down in the sewer, but you were rather confused by the lit candles that scattered around the place, the messed up blankets and dirty clothing that had stained blood from the victims he had killed over the past few weeks. It took a few seconds to think about what this was, until you finally realized that this was his hideout. You glanced back at Sam again to see that he was still knocked out, and he too, was tied up so that he couldn’t escape. All that was missing was his older brother.

“Where is my boyfriend?” You spoke up, breaking the silence between you and the shifter.

The shifter came back into your line of sight, with a bag of his tools he used to torture kill the poor women. A smirk twitched at the end of his- Dean’s lips at your question. Not only was this shifter able to change into whoever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to, but he was also able to learn about the person he was pretending to be. And oh, what he was finding out about your boyfriend had him amused, considering how it could potentially ruin your relationship with the man.

“I wouldn’t worry about him.” The shifter said, settling his bag down onto a makeshift table nearby. You watched as he pulled out a rather large knife and examined it. “At least, not if I were you.”

You furrowed your brows from hearing what he said. “Why wouldn’t I?”

For a moment, the shifter remained silent. And you watched as he placed a hand towards his head, his face scrunching up as if he had a major headache. Your confusion only grew, and you wondered what was going on with him, until he finally answered your question. “It’s sad that you think he actually loves you.” He said, your brows stayed furrowed as you asked him what he was talking about. He dropped his bag onto the floor and slowly stepped over towards you, giving you an answer you didn’t want to believe. “He’s always preaching about how lucky he is now that you’re back in his life, now that you’re his girlfriend. I mean- my girlfriend.” He corrected himself, getting into the mindset of actually being Dean. “And I say how I never want to lose you again, but the truth is, I just don’t want to end up alone.”

“Shut up.” You hissed at the shifter from the bullshit he was trying to feed you.. “You’re not Dean.”

“Oh, but I am.” The shifter said, leaning down to reach your level. You felt your eyes beginning to well up with tears when he locked his own onto yours. You knew exactly how shifters worked from your time living with the Halliwell’s, so you knew that they’d be able to pick up on all the memories of the people they use as a disguise. What this creature was telling you might’ve actually been how Dean felt. Then again, monsters lie. But you could help listening to what he had to say. “You see, Sam went off to college, and my dad is missing. It’s only a matter of time until we find him, though. And when we do, who’s to say my brother won’t leave again?”

A scoff escaped past your lips at what this shifter was trying to do. You turned your head to look away from him, but he had the advantage of grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him. “Face it, Y/N. This is the truth.” He said. You gritted your teeth, and he felt rather satisfied when he finally saw a tear roll down your cheek. He pushed himself back up to a standing position and took a few steps away from you. “There was one point where I did care for you. Maybe even loved you, trust me. But that was all back in high school, and honestly? At first, I only went after you because Sam had a crush on you.”

Your gaze flickered back onto the younger Winchester after hearing this, surely this had to have been a lie. The two of you might’ve been close. Hell, you met him before you had met Dean thanks to the kid that was bullying him back then. You gave him a piece of advice on how to handle the situation, you’ve had a few good laughs with him, and you agreed to watch his favorite show with him every time you had him and his brother over.

You always thought that because of this, he looked up to you like an older sister. But you didn’t know how wrong you were. Dean always caught his little brother staring at you, but never had the guts to make a move. After all, you were a couple years older than him. And it wasn’t the older Winchester that’s been broken up about having to leave you for months, it was Sam.

Dean only wanted you because his brother did, and the shifter was being truthful with how he did grow to care for you. But you refused to believe a word that came out of this monster’s mouth. “You’re lying to me about everything..” You snapped at him. “Dean loves me, I know that he does.”

“Then tell me something,” The shifter crouched down right near a blanket, his eyes locking onto yours. “Why did I burn that photo of the two of us?”

You stared at him, a confused expression etched onto your face as your mouth parted open slightly. You wanted to say that he was lying, but come to think of it, you still had yet to see that photograph after telling him that you wanted to take a look at it. But that didn’t mean he set it on fire, it could’ve just meant that he forgot. “I still don’t believe you.” You said, your voice coming out as a whisper.

But the shifter still heard you clear as day. “For months after my dad picked us up from that school, Sam told me to keep it. Said it was a memory of someone good being in our lives, even if it was just for a second.” The shifter said, still keeping up the act of being Dean. “Because in this life, it’s very rare that you meet someone so nice that you make a friend out of them. Like little Becky.”

The shifter grabbed the blanket from the ground and stood back up onto his feet. You watched as he walked back over towards you, a smile stretched across his lips as he finally broke out of character. “You know Dean would gladly bang her if you were out of the way.” He said. “Let’s see what happens.”

He was only able to see your glare for a few seconds, before he threw the blanket over you so that you couldn’t see anything. But you could hear the shuffling of his feet around the place until they started growing silent as he made his way out of the sewer, completely unaware that the younger Winchester was now awake, and had been working at his bounds for quite a while now.

On the bright side of things, he was almost done. But he had heard every little thing that the shifter had told you, and he couldn’t imagine how you must’ve been feeling at this very moment.

~~~

A couple of minutes had passed since the shifter had left, and the blanket was still covering your body. You’ve tried shaking it off a few times, but you were having trouble with it, especially with the rope that was tied around your wrists. You couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh from the situation you were being put in, you didn’t know where Dean was, and Sam was unconscious. At least, you thought that he was.

You didn’t know that it was him when you heard the sound feet stepping over towards you. A moment of panic coursed through your veins and you felt your heart beating at a rapid pace at just the thought of the shifter being back. Maybe he wasn’t going to make Becky his next victim, maybe you were on the list. And neither of the brothers were going to be able to stop it.

When you felt the blanket slowly being lifted off of you, you fluttered your eyes shut, preparing for what you thought was about to come. But instead, you heard a familiar voice speaking your name in a rather soft tone, and you opened up your eyes again to see that the younger Winchester was crouched down in front of you.

“Thank god it’s just you.” You sighed out in relief, earning a chuckle from him.

He didn’t say anything as he went around to untie the rope that was around your neck, and you felt yourself breathing a little better when it fell down to your lap as he brought his hands down to the rope that tied your wrists together. There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a few moments as he started working at the knot the shifter had created to make it impossible for you to break free. But the silence was becoming too much to bear for Sam, he knew he had to say something, tell you that you weren’t alone.

“I just want you to know that I heard..” He said, managing to get the knot to loosen up. He let out a soft sigh as you looked back at him, a sympathetic expression stretching across his face. “I heard everything the shifter told you, I’m so sorry.”

All you could do was give him a small smile, you didn’t exactly want to talk about what you’ve learned, if that was the truth. Instead, you made the decision to change the subject. “He said that you had a crush on me… Did you really?” You questioned him. He remained silent for a few seconds as he managed to untie your wrists completely, but when you pressed him for an answer, all he could do was nod his head. And you could see the flustered look on his face. “Do you still like me?”

It took a moment for Sam to process your question, and when he did, all he could do was give you a blank stare, his mouth parted open as he tried to think of what to say.

He could pour his heart out about how he had the biggest crush on you, he could tell you that it broke him when he found out that you and Dean were together. He could tell you that he did, in fact, spend months crying over the fact he made such a good friend in you, and then he and his brother had to leave you behind. And he could even tell you that he was wanting to tell you about how he felt, but you were completely smitten by his older brother.

Sam always thought Dean felt the same way, and that’s why he wanted to be with you. He felt so stupid for not realizing that it was just because he liked you. As much as he loved his brother, you deserved better than that, than him. And maybe it was because his crush on you found its way back, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it now. Not only were the two of you in a sewer, but he had recently lost Jessica. It was too soon.

So, he gave a little white lie. “No, not anymore.”

At that moment, he could’ve sworn he saw a look of disappointment on your face. But he told himself that it was just his imagination, because you had nodded your head as if to say that you understood. After all, it’s been a few years.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the sound of coughing coming from the other side of the room had both of your attention. You furrowed your brows in confusion when you couldn’t see anyone, though.

“Sam, that better be you and Y/N and not that freak of nature.” You let out a sigh of relief when you heard the older Winchester’s voice. And just seconds later, he was shaking a blanket right off of himself, allowing you to see where he was.

Sam let out a chuckle from his brother’s comment on the shifter. “Yeah, it’s us.” He reassured the older man, making his way towards him to get him out of the rope that was used to tie him up. You followed behind him. “He went to Rebecca’s, looking like you.”

“Well, he’s not stupid.” Dean said, taking this opportunity to insult his brother. “He picked the handsome one.”

You were lucky that the older Winchester wasn’t looking your way when you rolled your eyes. Sam gave him a glare from the comment, before he began untying the rope. As he was doing so, he explained to his brother what he learned about the monster you were hunting. “He didn’t just look like you. He was you.” He said, he was silent for a second before he corrected what he said. “Or he was becoming you.”

“What do you mean?” Dean questioned, Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“He was pretty much downloading your thoughts and memories. All shapeshifters are able to do it.” You spoke up, explaining to the brothers what you learned about these kinds of creatures. “And come to think of it, it’s probably why he didn’t just kill us. He needs to keep us alive for a psychic connection.”

“I agree with you there.” Dean said.

When the rope is undone, you watch as the older Winchester pushes himself up to his feet, letting the rope fall towards the ground. “Come on. We got to go.” Sam said with the knowledge that all of you are now free from your bounds and the shifter had put someone new on his list of victims.. “He’s probably at Rebecca’s already.”

You nodded your head in agreement as the younger man started making his way out of the area. Dean went to grab a hold of your hand so that you wouldn’t get lost on the way out, but he grew rather confused when you pulled it away from his reach. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You lied. “I just don’t feel like touching your hand right now when we’ve been in a sewer this long.”

Telling him about what the shifter told you would’ve been the right thing to do, instead of just lying to him. But you really didn’t want to know if it was true, and you didn’t want to end up with yet another broken heart. You had a feeling that you rushed back into things with him after spending years apart from one another, there was a big chance that he actually didn’t feel the same way he did then, if he even felt anything for you at all.

But Dean seemed to understand where you were coming from, even if it was just a lie. He stayed behind for a moment to let you pass by him so that you were now in the middle of him and his brother, who had stopped walking when he realized that the two of you weren’t quite following him yet. The worried expression that you had on your face had him just as concerned, but he didn’t comment on it. He just turned and began walking again with you close on his tail.

~~~

Dean's eyes were glued on one of the many TVs in the display window as he watched as a news reporter talked about a man hunt, knowing well enough it was the shapeshifter. When the three of you had managed to find your way out of the sewer, the younger Winchester had suggested contacting the police, but his brother had pointed out the fact that he would’ve just been putting a APB out on him. But it seemed like now neither of you needed to from what you were hearing on the news.

"An anonymous tip led police to home in the central west end, where a S.W.A.T. team discovered a local woman bound and gagged." A police sketch of what was supposed to be Dean's face flashed on the screens. "Their attacker, a white male approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in the home. Shots were fired. Police are saying that the suspect fled the scene on foot."

"It's not even a good picture." Dean complained, staring at his sketch.

"It's good enough." You muttered out, not realizing your tone had come out a little bitter.

The three of you turned around from the store and headed down another alleyway. But as you were walking, Dean accidentally stepped into a puddle, getting his foot wet. "Aw, come on!" He shouted, frustrated with how things were turning out.

"They said attempted murder," Sam said, turning his head to look at his brother, trying to lighten the mood. "At least we know-"

"I didn't kill her." Dean said, pointing a finger at his chest.

"I'll check with Rebecca in the morning to see if she's all right." Sam said.

"I'm gonna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him." Dean threatened, his voice lining with anger.

"Yeah, but we have no weapons.” You reminded the brothers as you all stopped walking for a moment. “No silver bullets, either."

"The guy's walking around with my face." Dean stated. "It's a little personal. I want to find him."

"Okay. Where do we look?" You asked.

"We could start with the sewers." Dean suggested, Sam let out a sharp sigh.

"We have no weapons." Sam reminded his brother, yet again by repeating what you said before. "He stole our guns. We need more." He fell silent for a few seconds, before a thought popped up into his mind. "The car?"

"I'm betting he drove over to Rebecca's." Dean said.

“Yeah, and the news said he fled on foot.” You said, remembering what you heard a couple minutes ago. “I bet it’s still parked there.”

You watched as Dean’s face fell into a look of anger, “Oh, the thought of him driving my car.” He grumbled out, not liking the fact that a monster had touched something so precious to him. You rolled your eyes as you and his little brother started walking again. He followed behind seconds later as his complaining continued. “It’s killing me.”

“Let it go, you big baby.” You hissed at him.

This earned a glare from the man as he wondered what had gotten into you. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment.

~~~

A few minutes of running, and the brothers were finally getting closer to Rebecca’s home. When Dean saw the Impala slowly come into view, a wide grin stretched across his face as you all stopped running. "Ah, there she is." He chuckled out, happy to have found his car.

But the feeling only lasted a few moments when the sound of sirens wailed as a cop car appeared out of nowhere. Dean groaned to himself, turning around and heading over to the direction that he and his brother came from. But another cop car drove up, blocking all of you from escaping.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean muttered, knowing you were all caught. He started running, expecting you and his brother to follow, but when you didn't, he stopped and looked at the two of you when he got to a fence.

"You go. Sam and I'll hold them off." You said.

"They'll catch you." Dean warned, you rolled your eyes.

"They can't hold us! Just go, and stay out of sight." You shouted at the man, looking around as the police were slowly finding their bodies in the dark. "We'll meet you at Rebecca's." Dean hopped onto the fence and straddled it as you gave him a warning. "And Dean, stay out of the sewers alone!" But the man didn't say anything as he just jumped down onto the other side. "I mean it!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Dean called out, continuing to move further away from you, his brother and the cops.

~~~

You and the younger Winchester had been released from the police station the next morning after the cops realized they couldn’t hold you any longer when neither of you had done anything wrong. You decided to stick with him when he still planned on going down to Becky’s house to see if she was okay after what the shifter had done to her. She still seemed a bit shaken up, a little upset that Dean wasn’t yet caught.

But the two of you managed to talk her into letting you explain what was going on. She grabbed the two of you a bottle of beer and you got yourselves comfortable on the couch in her living room as you began to tell her about what actually went on in the world, she had a hard time believing what she was hearing, but you had left Sam to continue talking to her when you found yourself needing to use the restroom after you nearly finished your drink.

She was kind enough to give you the directions to the room you were looking for, and you found yourself taking a little extra time than you intended. But you didn’t realize that it was enough time for everything to go sideways back out in the living room.

It was distinct, but you still managed to hear the sound of glass shattering from inside the living room, even over the sink that was now running as you were finishing up in the bathroom. Out of caution, you reached a hand into your jacket pocket to pull out the switchblade you were gifted one Christmas by Phoebe. The shapeshifter seemed to have locked your gun away back into the trunk of the Impala, so this was the only thing that you could count on. You were just relieved that the police believed your bogus story of it being your father’s and it somehow brought you good luck when they had found it during a pat down.

That couldn’t have been further from the truth, though. It didn’t bring you any kind of luck, but it was able to kill a shapeshifter, along with a couple of other monsters you had yet to deal with down the road. It might’ve been small, but if you got it good into the bastard’s heart, it would for sure kill him. All you had to do was get up close and personal.

You made sure to be quiet stepping out in the hallway, thinking of the term light as a feather and using that as motivation to be careful with not stepping onto a squeaky part of the floorboards as you tiptoed all the way back to the living room, where the younger Winchester and Becky were supposed to be. But when you found that they weren’t there anymore, you brought yourself to make your way further through the house until you reached the staircase. Clutching on the handle of your switchblade rather tight, you ventured up the stairs until you reached the hallway, taking the somewhat familiar path to the Billiard room after deciding that was where you were going to check first.

Thankfully when you reached the open double doors to the room, you were able to find the younger Winchester with his wrists tied together, and he was leaning against the backside of the couch. There seemed to have been no Becky in sight, but your worries of her being in the hands of the shifter vanished as your gaze trailed down to the pile of shedded skin that was sitting right next to him. And right next to that, was the clothes she had on earlier, making you realize that the shifter was with the two of you this whole time.

Sam turned his head when he caught sight of you slowly stepping into the room from the corner of his eyes, which grew wider when took notice of the shifter sneaking up behind you with a rather large knife he had gotten from the kitchen. “Y/N, look out!” He managed to give you a warning, causing you to turn around just in time to see that the shifter had changed back to Dean’s skin, and he had his own knife raised, ready to swing it back down at you.

But you were faster than he was, pulling out of the knife of your switchblade and slicing a decent enough gash along his stomach. He let out a hiss from the burning sensation that the silver brought to him, the knife in his hand falling to the carpeted ground and you watched as he pressed a hand up to his now bleeding wound, looking over it for a moment before back at you. “How did you-”

You cut him off with a growing smirk on your face as you lifted up your switchblade in almost a teasing manner. “Silver bullets aren’t the only things that can harm a shapeshifter.” You said. “It’s preferred, and using guns is a much easier way. But good friends of mine told me that anything silver can harm you bastards and since I don’t have my gun, this is the next best thing.”

With that being said, you lunged forward towards the shifter, attempting another swing of your knife. But he was the fast one this time. He knocked your away, and your switchblade went flying out of your own hand this time. You were so caught up in the fact that you were now officially screwed with the knowledge that the only other thing that could kill him was a few feet away and there was no way you were going to be able to get past him so easily. So caught up, that you found yourself being shoved back against the edge of the pool table.

But you began stumbling backwards to the other side as the creature grabbed a hold of one of the cues, and began stalking forward towards you like you were the prey. “I don’t like hitting girls, but you..” You gave him a glare when he started acting like the older Winchester again, but it didn’t stop you from continuing to move away as he pointed a finger at you. “You’re an exception.”

“You’re not him.” You hissed, before allowing yourself to glance over to the shelf full of pool balls for a moment.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your mind.

You reached your arm back to the duffel bag that was inches away from you on the pool table, grabbing it by the handle before picking it up and swinging it towards him. He was so focused on backing away, that he didn’t hear it when the balls began rolling onto the floor. You threw the bag to the ground and watched for the train wreck that was about to unfold.

“You little bitch.”

He began walking forward at a faster pace this time, but he found himself falling forward after taking the wrong step onto one of the balls, and you managed to catch the cue right into your awaiting hands before yanking it out of his. The shifter tried to get himself up, but it seemed that Sam had managed to get himself out of his bounds. You watched as the younger Winchester grabbed a hold of Dean’s arm and twisted it. The shifter let out a grunt of pain from what was happening before he managed to get back to having the upperhand.

You went around to the other side of the pool table as the shifter continued to throw punches straight at Sam, before ending the fight with him by shoving him into the bookcase. You winced as the shelves broke, causing all of the books to clatter towards the ground. And judging by the lack of movements coming from him, you knew that he was unconscious.

Anger boiled up in your veins as your grasp on the cue tightened, and your knuckles began turning white. You took a few steps forward and swung at the shifter, but to no avail, he dodged it by ducking down. He grabbed a hold of the other end of the cue, and you held onto it for dear life thinking that he was trying to take it back. But it seemed to have been a mistake as he used all of the strength he had to swing you up and over the couch.

You let out a groan of pain when you felt yourself crashing into the coffee table that was made of glass. You tried your best to get up before he could do any more damage to your body, but you found it becoming a struggle when the weight of his body settled on top of yours. He turned your body over, and you did all that you could to fight his arms away, but he was stronger than you, and there was no chance of getting him to let go when he started choking you. You still tried to fight him off, but your arms were beginning to give out as the oxygen circulating to your lungs had stopped and you were seeing stars as you struggled to breathe.

It was only for a moment, though. You were relieved when you heard the sound of Dean’s voice as he called out to get the shifter’s attention off of you. The air slowly came back to your lungs when the shifter let go of you and got up to his feet, but you were so focused on getting yourself to breathe properly that you didn’t exactly know what was going on until you heard the gunshot, followed by another one.

You instinctively flinched when you heard the shifter’s crash into the wall from the impact it had, knocking down a picture frame along the way before his body laid stiff across the leather ottoman that sat in the corner of the room. Becky rushed into the room moments after, looking around the room that was now a complete mess until her eyes landed onto Sam, who was just beginning to rise back from unconsciousness. Calling out his name, she ran over to his side to see if he was okay.

He was of course, but he wasn’t focusing on himself. With Becky’s help, he managed to get himself up to his feet before slowly making his way over towards you. Along the way, he picked up the switchblade you had lost during the fight, figuring you were going to want it back. When he got to you, he crouched down to your level and gently grabbed your arm, helping you up into a sitting position before he handed you the small weapon. You gave him a small smile, thanking him for his help.

Your gaze trailed over towards the older Winchester, who was staring down at the shifter’s body. From the lack of movements he was making, you let out a sigh of relief when you realized he was dead. And this stupid case was over.

~~~

You watched as the last bit of blood washed away down the drain of the bathroom sink, letting you know that you could dry your switchblade and put it back into your jacket pocket without there being any stains on anything; it was later in the afternoon, and Becky had allowed the three of you to stay just a bit longer for another beer and something to eat. Now, you were all getting ready to hit the road. But the younger Winchester knew he still had some things to explain to his friend, he couldn’t just leave her with unanswered questions. You didn’t mind it, though. Because you still had some questions of your own for Dean. And with his brother momentarily distracted, you thought of this as the perfect opportunity to talk to the older man about what you’ve been told, hoping that he’d be able to put your mind at ease.

When you stepped out of the house, you noticed that the older Winchester had a map laid out on the hood of the Impala, his gaze glued onto it as he tried to pinpoint the location of where you all were headed next. But he turned his head to look over his shoulder when he heard the sound of your footsteps making your way forward. You returned the gesture when he had given you a small smile, your hands shoving into your jacket pockets. You began playing with your switchblade as you tried to gather up the courage to come right out and ask your question. But you weren’t able to just ask if what this shifter said was true, so you took it in a different approach.

“Remember when you told me that I could see that picture you kept of us later,” You started asking your question, but you bit down onto your bottom lip when Dean raised a brow up in wonder, completely turning his body towards you. It seemed he had forgotten about the time, so you decided to remind him. “Back when we were working that case that involved the demon on the plane?”

Dean thought about it for a moment, until the memory of it slowly sank back in and he nodded his head. “Oh, yeah.” He muttered. “I remember.”

“I was wondering.. If maybe I could see it now?” You asked him, crossing both of your fingers that he still had it.

But the way he inhaled a deep breath wasn’t such a good sign for you. It was as if he was beginning to regret something, and you could see in his eyes that he felt guilty. “I don’t- I don’t really have it.”

You raised a brow in curiosity. “You don’t have it as in, ‘it’s not with me right now’?”

“I don’t have it as in, ‘I burned it a few months after we broke up.’” He admitted. You could feel your heart sinking to the pit of your stomach, but you didn’t let him see just how hurt you were as you slowly nodded your head in understandment. “My dad saw it in my wallet, and pointed it out. Asked who you were and everything. I forgot I even still had it, but when I realized that I did, I just.. Wanted it gone. Because I thought I was never going to see you again, and I didn’t need the constant reminder of how I had something so good and then I had to leave it. Just because I burned it, though, doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

If the shifter hadn’t told you anything else about it, you would’ve trusted that it was the truth. But the moment you heard him say he had burned the one thing he could’ve cherished forever, you knew you hadn’t been lied to. Of course, you couldn’t just break up with him right then and there. You needed a valid reason to do so, and this just wasn’t it. But you had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be long until you had one.

Your attention was ripped away from the older Winchester when you heard the front door to Becky’s house open up. She was coming out with Sam following behind her, and you knew it was almost time to leave. You made your way around to the backseat and slipped yourself inside, not really in the mood to join in on any conversation the brothers were about to have when the youngest Winchester began making his way forward after a few moments. Instead, you leaned your back against the leather seats and shut your eyes.

Hopefully, you could go to sleep and dream about what could’ve been if Sam had just admitted his feelings for you. You wondered where you could’ve been in this point of life.

Then you remembered how his girlfriend had burned on the ceiling, and you realized that if you and the younger Winchester had been dating, that could’ve been you.

Life had other plans for you. And none of you knew it, but you and Sam just weren’t meant to find each other quite yet.

~~~

Hookman

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