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(1.8) Bugs: Part one

“It’s a bug problem”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Little bit of angst, Sam is a sweetheart, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff, there’s a fucking Tarantula in this part

Summary: Y/N  and the boys head to Oklahoma to investigate a recent spate of insect-related deaths around a new housing development. Y/N opens up about her dark thoughts after the brothers learn about her allergy.

Word count: 6357

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

Whiles likes are appreciated, feedback is what keeps me writing

Sam Winchester sat on the hood of the Impala outside of a bar in Oklahoma, reading over the newspaper he had picked up at a gas station a few miles from here. While his older brother went in to earn some cash by hustling, he was looking for anything that could possibly be strange enough to look into as a case. During the free time, he eventually came across an article about the death of a man that had to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was a part of the construction crew, and his coworker had found him in a ditch with his brain completely gone.

With his lips parting open, the younger Winchester looked back and into the Impala as if he were about ready to say something about the possible case to you. You were always the second opinion when it came down to certain things like this. Because if it were the both of you saying that this looks enough to be your kind of thing, Dean would be convinced. Unfortunately, you were asleep in the backseat with your head leaning gently against the window he rolled up for you and the jacket he had taken off of himself to wrap around your body.

It nearly slipped his mind that you fell asleep almost half an hour ago, but he had done these things with the knowledge that it was pretty chilly outside, and with it being a bar, he also knew how loud it was going to be for you. He was especially thankful that he had rolled your window up when someone had gotten onto their motorcycle and drove away, their engine revving as loud as it could as they did. This had to have been the first time you’ve slept so peacefully, and he didn’t want it ruined by some jackass on a motorbike.

Okay, well. Maybe he wasn’t a jackass. Nobody can control how loud their engine is.

Sam shook his head, letting out a soft sigh as he brought his attention back onto the newspaper. But it was only for a split second until he saw out of the corner of his eye that his brother was coming back out of the building with a huge wad of cash in his hand, waving it around with a proud expression on his face from the amount he had earned. And the younger man took this as an opportunity to give the man a little piece of advice. “You know, we could get day jobs once in a while.” He said.

“Hunting’s our day job.” Dean reminded his brother. “And the pay is crap.”

“Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams?” The younger Winchester listed off the things that didn’t sit well with him. “It’s not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.”

“Well, let’s see, honest.” Sam watched as Dean held out his left hand, “Fun and easy.” The hand with the wad of cash was held out and as if it was a scale, he made a gesture that indicated taking it easy outweighed honesty. “It’s no contest. Besides, we’re good at it. It’s what we were raised to do.”

“Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.” Sam remarked.

Dean dropped his gaze down to the cash he had earned and began to count how much of it there was. “Yeah, says you.” He muttered underneath his breath, keeping his focus solely on the cash for a few moments, before looking up and allowing his gaze trail over onto you to see your sleeping body. “Have I really been gone that long?”

Sam followed his brother’s gaze, finding his own landing right back onto you, and he knew exactly what the older man was talking about. “Yeah, you have.” He muttered, before looking back at Dean. He could see the way his brows furrowed as he kept his eyes trained on you, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the jacket that was laid on top of you.

Looking back at his little brother, he arched a brow up in curiosity. “Did you give her your jacket?”

“Yeah, and?” Sam was quick to give him a reply with another question, his tone a bit snippy. “It’s chilly out, she looked cold, and you were inside. I had to keep her warm somehow.” Dean gave the younger man a glare from the snarky attitude, but Sam paid no attention as he pushed himself off of the hood of the car and made his way around to the front. “Anyways, I think I found something; Oasis Plains, Oklahoma- not far from here.” He placed the newspaper down onto the hood of the Impala as he began to read off of the article he was skimming through, giving his older brother the information he had found. “A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob.”

Dean’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Huh?”

Sam rolled his eyes at the lack of knowledge he had for certain things. “Human mad cow disease.” He explained.

“Mad cow.” Dean repeated, muttering the two words underneath his breath. Sam watched as he placed his hands down onto the hood of the Impala, his forehead crinkling as he asked, “Wasn’t that on Oprah?”

That came as a shock to the younger man. “You watch Oprah?” He asked as his right brow arched up in curiosity.

A look of embarrassment filled Dean’s face as he licked his lips, hating the fact that he had just admitted his biggest secret. “So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?” He questioned, bringing the topic back to the case.

“Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear.” Sam explained to him, before bringing on the strange occurrence with the victim that had just recently suffered from it. “But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less.”

Dean shuddered at the thought. “Okay, that’s weird.”

“Yeah.” Sam had to agree on that one as he nodded his head to his brother’s comment. “Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin’ much nastier.” He theorized.

Dean pursed his lips as he nodded his head, now understanding that there was serious work to be done. “All right. Oklahoma.” He clapped his hands together as he headed to the driver’s seat, ready to get this case started. Sam went over to his usual seat in the car. “Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money.” Dean commented, sounding rather disappointed as he opened up the car, slipping himself inside.

Sam followed in suit and the engine roared to life before the Impala began to move. As the bar was beginning to become nothing but a small spec in the mirror, the younger Winchester turned his head to the backseat, taking notice that you were still asleep. He almost wanted to wake you up to let you know about the case ahead, but after hearing the soft sound of your snores, he decided against it.

~~~

You didn’t know what was going on the following morning when you had woken up, but Sam had filled you in on what was going on and where exactly you were headed. After hearing about it, you had made the bold suggestion of going to speak to Dustin’s partner, knowing it could lead to some answers you need. And you were happy to have the brothers agree. You were pulling up just outside of the gas and power company he and his partner worked and you could immediately see a man about to slip into his vehicle. You noted that it might have been your guy.

The three of you slipped out of the Impala and you followed the boys as Sam asked if he was Travis Weaver. And sure enough, he had confirmed that he was the man you were looking for. But it seemed that Dean still wasn’t too sure it was him. “Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?” He asked, slipping out a little white lie that couldn’t hurt anybody.

Travis’s face scrunched up in confusion as he looked over the three of you, “Dustin never mentioned nephews. Or.. a niece.” He said, bringing his gaze over to you.

You could feel yourself becoming flustered, hoping what came out of your mouth wouldn’t screw your covers up. “I’m not really a niece..” You let out a nervous chuckle, “I’m this guy's girlfriend.” You said, nudging Dean’s side with your elbow, watching from the corner of your eye as his lips stretched into a small smile. But you knew that it wasn’t real. “But uh.. he sure did mention you. He said you were the greatest.”

A smile slowly stretched across the man’s lips at what he had heard as the brothers mumbled out a yeah, happy to know his partner had admired him. “Oh, he did? Huh.”

“Listen, we wanted to ask you…” Dean jumped back into the conversation, putting his attention onto Dustin’s death. “What exactly happened out there?”

“I’m not sure.” Travis admitted. “He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh.. by the time I got back…” He paused for a moment, leaving you to push further, asking him what he had seen as your brow raised up in curiosity. Travis swallowed thickly from the image that would be scarred in the back of his mind for a long time. He shook his head. “Nothin’. Just Dustin.”

“No wounds or anything?” Sam asked.

“Well, he was bleeding… from his eyes and his ears, his nose.” Travis said, shrugging his shoulders at what all seemed to be nothing more. “But that’s it.”

“So you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?” You asked, finding yourself wanting to know more. You felt bad for continuing to throw more questions at him. But the more you know, the better.

Travis couldn’t help himself but to shake his head no and shrug his shoulders once more. “I don’t know.” He said. “That’s what the doctors are sayin’.”

“But if it was, he would’ve acted strange beforehand, like dementia, loss of motor control.” Sam listed off things that could hopefully come to Travis’s mind, seeing if his partner had suffered through any of it. “You ever notice anything like that.”

“No. No way.” Was the answer you were dreading to hear, before he asked a question of his own. “But then again, if it wasn’t some disease, what the hell was it?”

“That’s a good question.” You said, shaking your head as you continued on. “Can you tell us where this happened?” You asked, knowing that maybe you could get the answers you were all looking for where his death was. You watched as he nodded his head, mumbling out a simple yeah before giving you the address to this place.

~~~

It took a little under an hour to get to where everything had gone down, thanks to the address Travis had given you and the brothers. You had pulled over across the street from where Dustin and Travis have been working on for a couple of months before the three of you all got out of the Impala and headed over to the construction site, and the sinkhole where Dustin had fallen into, which was surrounded by police tape.

“Huh.” Dean couldn’t help but comment on this whole situation, asking you and his brother for your opinions on the matter. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said, bringing his knowledge on the disease into the matter. “But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” You remarked, letting out a slight scoff as the three of you ducked down underneath the caution tape to take a good look into the hole. You brought out your flashlight, switching it on and shining it down the dark sinkhole, hoping to find whatever was down there as a question came to your mind. “So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?” You asked, still not understanding of the disease Sam had explained to you and Dean almost a thousand times.

“No, there’d be an entry wound.” Sam explained the gruesome details. “Sounds like this thing worked from the inside.”

Dean switched on his own flashlight and shined it down into the sinkhole, seeming to get the crazy idea of going down there. “Huh. Looks like there’s only room for one.” He pointed out the obvious fact, switching off his flashlight and shoving it back inside of his jacket pocket. “You wanna flip a coin?” He asked.

You watched as he ducked underneath the caution tape once more to get to the coil of rope that Travis seemed to have left after the tragic event he had witnessed. You stood up, brushing the dirt off of your pants before crossing your arms over your chest, letting out a sigh at how idiotic he was being at this moment. “Dean, we have no idea what’s down there.” You reminded the man, worry coursing through your body of what could happen.

But Dean didn’t listen, he still picked up the rope and headed back over to you with it held tight in his hands. “All right, I’ll go if you guys are scared.” He said, before looking up at the both of you. “Are you scared?”

“Flip the damn coin.” Sam remarked, knowing his brother was only challenging him.

Letting out a chuckle, you watched as Dean grabbed a coin from his jacket pocket. “All right, call it in the air.. chicken.” He teased his little brother, which earned an eye roll from the younger man. You watched as Dean used his thumb to flip the coin into the air, but before it could land, Sam caught it in midair.

You raised a brow, wondering what the hell he was doing.

“I’m going.”

“I said I’d go.” Dean argued.

“I’m going.” Sam repeated.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, knowing there was no fighting his brother on this. “All right.”

With that put out there, Sam took the rope and began to tie it around his waist. But before he went down into the hole, he decided to give his brother a warning. “Don’t drop me.”

Even if he did, I’d push him in, you couldn’t stop the thought from popping up in your mind.

~~~

It didn’t take very long for Sam to call up to you and Dean to let you know he was ready to be pulled back up. You thought maybe he had found something interesting that had caught his eye while he was down there, but what left you disappointed was when he showed you a dead beetle as he told you and his brother there were a few more down in that hole. Now, you were sitting in the backseat of the Impala that was speeding down the black top, resting your head between the two front seats as Sam rolled the beetle around in the palm of his hand. You shuddered at the fact he was touching it.

“So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground.“ Dean broke off the silence that seemed to have fallen between you as he kept his attention on the road ahead.

Sam tore his gaze away from the insect and brought it over to his brother. “There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there.” He explained to you the disappointment of his findings before observing over the beetle once more. “Y’know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it’s usually dead meat, but-”

“How many did you find down there?” Dean cut his brother off to ask him a question.

"Ten.” Sam answered his brother as he pressed his finger right against his hand near where the beetle was.

You were doubtful at the answer Dean was being given. “It’d take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude’s brain.”

“Well, maybe there were more.” Sam said, turning his head to look back at you.

Dean wasn‘t buying into any of it, though. “I don’t know, it sounds like a stretch to me.”

“Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before.” Sam listed what might possibly help the three of you with this. But you and Dean kept silent as you tried your hardest to look back on any of the newspaper articles you’ve read. The older Winchester, though, seemed to have had his eye on something right across the road. "What?” Sam questioned.

You lifted your head up a bit more and followed Dean’s line of vision to several red balloons. It seemed like you had just passed a sign for an open house, which meant free food and that was something the older brother couldn’t pass up.

“I know a good place to start.” Dean finally spoke up as he read over a sign that passed by, Models Open. New Buyers’ BBQ Today! “I’m kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how ‘bout you two?” Dean suggested, but you and Sam just gave him looks of disapproval, to which he responded. “What, we can’t talk to the locals?”

“And the free food’s got nothin’ to do with it?” Sam asked in a curious tone of voice. It was clear he was trying to hide his amusement as he shook his head.

“Of course not. I’m a professional.” Dean said, your lips curled into a small smile as Sam muttered out a right. And in just a few seconds, Dean was pulling over a couple of feet away from where the balloons were. You let out a sigh and stepped out of the car, walking down the street with the brothers as Dean spoke up. “Growin’ up in a place like this would freak me out.”

“Why?” Sam questioned.

“Well, manicured lawns, “How was your day, honey?” I’d blow my brains out.” Dean let out a scoff as he gestured to the lawns.

“There’s nothing wrong with “normal”.” Sam told him.

“I’d take our families over normal any day.” Dean replied, not even pausing for a moment to think about it.

You listened as the two of them talked about this. Sam was right, you were telling yourself. There is nothing wrong with living a normal life. You knew because for a while, you were living a normal life. Aside from the fact you were adopted, you still went camping with your parents, you had birthday parties where you had been able to invite your friends, you got your driver’s license at a normal age and you even went to college.

When you were with the Halliwells, you still considered yourself normal. Although there were countless demons showing up to the manor, you were still able to get a job and you were able to live in a house and call two of your favorite little boys your nephews. Now, you’re constantly on the road, chasing after the Supernatural and sleeping around in different motel rooms.

You wouldn’t mind having a normal life again, one where the three of you didn’t have to deal with the Supernatural. You wanted to find a house, possibly one you all could share.  This weighed heavy on your mind as the three of you got up to the door. Dean knocked on it and the three of you waited for a few seconds until a man dressed up in a fancy suit and had graying hair answered the door.

“Welcome.” He greeted you with a smile on his face.

“This the barbeque?” Dean asked, after all three of you had returned the gesture.

“Yeah, not the best weather, but…” The man trailed out as he reached over to shake Dean’s hand. “I’m Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are… ?”

“Dean.” The older Winchester introduced the three of you. “This is Sam, and that’s Y/N.”

Larry had just finished shaking Sam’s hand as he went to shake yours, you gave him a small smile as he did so before he dropped his arm to his side. “Sam, Dean, Y/N, good to meet you. So, you are interested in Oasis Plains?”

“Yes, sir.” Dean answered with a grin.

“Let me just say- we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” What Larry had said left you struggling to keep yourself from laughing as Sam and Dean slowly realized what the developer meant. You certainly understood why he’d think the three of you were in a relationship, but you couldn’t help finding it funny that he thought the brothers were together.

“We’re brothers.” Dean clarified, pointing over at Sam with his thumb before gesturing over to you. You forced yourself not to let your eyes widen at the little white lie he slipped out of his mouth. "I’m actually uh.. engaged to Y/N.”

Larry grew embarrassed when the older Winchester had corrected him of his mistake. You cleared your throat and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, speaking up to keep the awkwardness back. “We’re looking for a place to buy.”

“Great, great. Congratulations! Come on in.” Larry said with a smile, grateful for the change of subject. He stepped aside to let you all in before leading you all the way to the backyard. You were quick to notice that there were other people out here, too. But they were too busy chattering to even notice you.

“You said you were the developer?” Sam asked once you had stepped outside.

“Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels." Larry explained as you looked around the place, you were immediately feeling out of place when you realized everyone here was dressed up all nice while you and the brothers were wearing casual clothing. “And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We’re the first family in Oasis Plains.'' You and the brothers followed the man over to a blonde woman that was dressed in a pink button up and a black and white pattern skirt. You watched as he placed a hand on her lower back as he introduced her to the three of you. “This is my wife, Joanie.” Names, handshakes and smiles were exchanged before Larry continued talking to her again before he had to take off someplace else. “Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses.”

“Right.” Joanie agreed with a grin as she brought her gaze back to the three of you. You gave her another small smile.

“Will you three excuse me?” Larry excused himself from the group, giving you another smile before moving his way around all of you and heading off into another direction.

His wife seemed just as welcoming as he was. “Don’t let his salesman routine scare you.” She said, her smile still plastered onto her face. “This really is a great place to live.”

Out of nowhere, another woman with dark hair neatly pulled into a tight bun joined into the conversation. You didn’t know why, but her energy overwhelmed you as she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Lynda Bloom, head of sales.”

“And Lynda was second to move in.” Joanie said, although she kept smiling, the tone she was using was giving you a different message. “She’s a very noisy neighbor, though.” She added on, before leaving the three of you alone with Lynda.

The woman in front of you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “She’s kidding, of course. I take it you are interested in becoming homeowners.”

“Well…” Dean started to speak, but couldn’t find the right words to say.

“We- well… They…” You stuttered.

“Y-yeah, well…” Sam continued.

“Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” Lynda had said the exact same thing Larry had a few minutes ago.

“Right.” Dean let out a chuckle, you bit your lip as he found himself giving up in telling people he and his brother were not dating, and that this wasn’t a three way relation.. “Um… I’m gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey?” His last words were directed at Sam.

You didn’t really see what happened next, but the older Winchester started walking away back towards the house. You watched as Sam turned his head to look over his shoulder, only when he turned back to face you and Lynda did you realize what had been done. From the awkward smile that stretched across his lips, you knew that his brother had smacked him on the ass just for show. He wasn’t going to bother continuously telling people that he and his little brother weren’t in a relationship.

~~~

At this point in time, you were beginning to wish that you had gone into the house with Dean to talk to Larry. As Lynda continued telling you and the younger Winchester about how great the houses were, you found yourself growing annoyed with each passing second. She might’ve not been noisy, but she sure was a talkative person. At first, you were invested in what she was trying to sell you and Sam, everything about the homes in this neighborhood sounded amazing and if you weren’t a hunter of the supernatural, you’d actually think about looking into buying one.

But you eventually tuned her out when she started going on about the steam showers. Not to be rude or anything, you were far from wanting to do it just because. But it was due to the fact that you had caught a glimpse of something moving around on the table. And when you looked down, you froze up at the sight of a tarantula slowly crawling towards her hand. Out of fear, you reached a hand up to the younger Winchester’s arm, your fingers grasping into the sleeve of his jacket. You hated spiders more than anything, and though it might’ve not been on you, just the sight of it sent chills down your spine and goosebumps all along the skin of your arms.

It seemed Sam had taken notice of it, too. But that wasn’t all he noticed. Unlike you, he had trailed his eyes up behind Lynda to see a young, teenage boy letting out a laugh as he watched what was happening. Right after you had clung onto him, he gave the lady a warm smile, telling her to excuse the two of you for a moment so that she would move away before the giant spider could each touch her skin. What he had done next, you considered it bravery. Of course, you still didn’t like it.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You asked him as he stepped forward to the Tarantula, bringing his hand down to gather it into his palm. He glanced over his shoulder to raise a brow up at you. “It’s a giant spider!” You quietly hissed at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pick it up.”

“Wait a minute- are you afraid of spiders, Y/N?” He questioned you. You’ve dealt with much scarier things, you had to get rid of ghosts, dealt with an exorcism and even got captured by a wendigo. But what terrified you the most were bugs, especially the ones that had eight legs. You couldn’t help shuddering at the way it crawled onto his hand.

“It’s so hairy, and it has eight legs.” You pointed out. “How does that not feel weird to you?”

“Shortcake, it just tickles.” He said. “What are you so afraid of?”

You didn’t answer his question right away, mainly because you didn’t hear it as you were too busy focusing on the nickname he had called you. You haven’t heard him call you that since high school, when he realized he was just a bit taller than you. Not to mention, strawberries were your go to fruit. You always brought your lunch for school from home, and in your lunch bag consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a gatorade and a bag of strawberries with a small tub of whipped cream. He was sitting with you for the first time in the cafeteria after the two of you had gotten closer, and that’s when he had come up with your nickname.

With so much time being passed, you thought he had forgotten all about it, but he didn’t. And that made you, and for some reason, your heart, happy.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him gently nudge you with his elbow, making sure to keep the tarantula away from you. You looked up at him with a blank expression on your face, your brow arched up. “What?” You asked him. He playfully rolled his eyes before repeating his question, what were you so afraid of. “I guess I’m just afraid that it’ll bite me. I’ve always been told that tarantulas can be poisonous.”

“Wild ones can be, but little guys like these won’t do much damage to you.” He explained. But even though he was trying to calm your nerves about spiders, you were still terrified of how it looked. You had to look away once the two of you reached the teenaged boy, who you now noticed was rather pleased about what had gone down. “Is this yours?”

The kid looked defeated after realizing he was caught, as his hand reached out to take his pet back from the younger Winchester. But he wasn’t afraid of either of you getting angry at him, he was more afraid of his father and what sort of punishment the man could potentially bring him. “Are you gonna tell my dad?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said, not knowing who this kid was talking about. “Who’s your dad?”

The kid let out a scoff from what he was hearing, as if he should’ve known better. And you snapped your gaze towards him from what he said next. “Larry usually skips me in the family introductions.”

“Ouch.” You said, surprised by what the kid had just called his dad. For him to do something like that, they must have a pretty tough patch in their relationship that just can’t be fixed. “First-name basis with the old man sounds pretty grim.”

Of course, you couldn’t judge him for what he did. Because you’ve done it, too. When you first found out you were adopted, you freaked out. You yelled at your parents, told them how much you hated them for keeping it a secret from you. And your dad made the mistake of telling you to calm down. You had called him by his first name, and that was the moment everything had gone down south. You still felt guilty to this day, especially after remembering how you watched as the look in his eyes turned into a heartbroken one, and you didn’t care.

“Well, I’m not exactly brochure material.” The kid muttered underneath his breath.

“Well, hang in there.” Sam spoke up again, giving him a piece of advice. “It gets better, all right? I promise.”

“When?”

You looked over to the younger Winchester to see that his lips were parted open, ready to give the kid an answer. But all of you were bringing your attention behind you when you heard Larry call out his son’s name in a disappointed tone. He and Dean were walking towards the three of you, the older man going over to Matthew’s side, giving him a look of disapproval before turning his attention onto you and the man standing next to you.

“I am so sorry about my son and his… pet.” You watched as he looked down at the tarantula, obvious signs of him not being too happy were showing. He didn’t feel comfortable with his son collecting so many bugs, and he especially didn’t feel comfortable with him letting his own spider loose just to mess with his job.

“It’s no bother.” Sam reassured the man that it was no trouble. After all, Matthew was just a kid. “It’s no problem at all.”

But Larry still didn’t seem so pleased. “Excuse us.” He said, placing his hand on his son’s arm before leading him back to the house.

“Remind you of somebody?” Sam asked his brother after he had come up to the two of you moments after they had left. You glanced over at them, and even though you couldn’t hear him, it was clear that Larry was yelling at his son about the stunt he had pulled. This was no place to bring something like that. Dean was confused when he looked back at him. Sam rolled his eyes at what his brother wasn’t getting. “Dad?”

Dean let out a scoff at what the younger Winchester was implying. “Dad never treated us like that.”

“Well, Dad never treated you like that.“ Sam corrected him as he let out a laugh. "You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don’t remember?”

“Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes, you were out of line.” Dean said, his voice becoming low.

"Right.” Sam let out a scoff at what Dean was saying. “Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bow-hunting.”

“Bow-hunting’s an important skill.”

“Whatever.” Sam muttered underneath his breath, before bringing the topic back to what Dean did. “How was your tour?” He asked.

“Oh, it was excellent. We’re ready to buy.” Dean answered, flashing a small smile at the younger Winchester as you and Sam both let out a chuckle before listening as he continued on. “So you might be onto something, because it looks like Dustin Burwash wasn’t the first strange death around here.”

“What happened?” You questioned.

“About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry’s surveyors dropped dead while on the job.“ Dean explained. "Get this, severe allergic reaction to bee stings.”

Sam nodded his head at that fact. “More bugs.”

“More bugs.” Dean confirmed.

“Oh, yay. More bugs.” You mumbled out sarcastically as you began to feel something crawling on you. But you knew it was because of what you had to deal with on this case.

~~~

Night had fallen by the time the three of you had come back; Sam was behind the Impala as he drove through the neighborhood, giving Dean time to look through his father’s journal to see what he could find on this kind of thing. You were looking out the window, trying to keep yourself from falling asleep because of how quiet it was becoming.

“You know, I’ve heard of killer bees, but killer beetles?” Dean wondered out loud what seemed all out of sorts to him as he kept his attention on the pages of his father’s journal. “What is it that could make different bugs attack?”

“Hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations.” Sam pointed out to his brother.

“Yeah, but I didn’t see any evidence of ghost activity.”

Sam let out a sigh, knowing you were right about that. “Yeah, me neither.”

Dean looked up from the journal in front of him as a thought crossed his mind. “Maybe they’re being controlled somehow," He said. “You know, by something or someone.”

“You mean, like Willard?” Sam questioned, raising a brow up.

“Yeah, bugs instead of rats.” Dean said.

“You know, there have been cases of psychic connections between people and animals- elementals, telepaths.” You said, bringing your gaze away from the window and shifting around in your seat as you leaned forward, resting both of your elbows on the front seats.

“Yeah that whole Timmy-Lassie thing..” Dean trailed off from what he was saying as he went back to skimming over the pages of his father’s journal. But it was only for a few seconds until something- or someone crossed his mind as he looked back at his brother. “Larry’s kid…he’s got bugs for pets.”

You shrugged your shoulders, beginning to think he might be onto something here. “He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula.”

“You think he’s our Willard?” Sam asked.

You let out a sigh, “I don’t know.”

The car fell silent for a moment, all before something had caught the older Winchester’s eyes. “Oh, hey, pull over here.” You lifted your head up to take a peek at what Dean was looking at as Sam did what he was ordered to do, pulling up in the driveway of an empty Oasis Plains home. You let out a soft sigh, knowing if you got caught breaking into this place you’d be in jail for life.

“What are we doing here?” Sam couldn’t help himself but to ask as Dean out of the car and headed over to the garage door.

“It’s too late to talk to anyone else!” Dean told his brother.

“We’re gonna squat in an empty house?” Sam asked, clearly not on board with this plan.

You watched as Dean lifted up the garage door and motioned for Sam to pull the car up inside of it. “I wanna try the steam shower. Come on.” But Sam hesitated for a moment, leaving Dean to become annoyed with him as he shouted the command one more time. “Come on!”

Dean looked around the neighborhood to make sure nobody was coming out of their houses to see the crime we were  about to commit. Sam pulled up into the garage, and as he did, he reached his arm out of the rolled down window to punch his brother right in the gut for what he was making him do. You leaned back in your seat and let out a soft laugh for the action that you should’ve told him was uncalled for as Dean winced at the pain before shutting the garage door.

~~~

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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

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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

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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.

~~~

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(1.6) Skin: Part two

“Shifter in a sewer″

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Violence, little bit of a sexual moment, sexual harassment.

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

Word count: 2931

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Night had fallen when the three of you went back to Becky’s house. You stood behind the couch that Becky was sitting on as you watched the screen. Four different security cameras were running at the same time, but you paid attention to all of them. Everything seemed to be normal.

“Here it comes.” Becky said.

“22:04- that’s just after ten.” Dean observed, his eyes dropping to Becky. “You said the time of death was about ten thirty.”

Becky nodded slightly. “Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with.”

It was quiet just for a second as you observed the tape, but Sam broke you out of your concentration. “Hey Beck, can we take those beers now?” He asked, smiling.

“Oh, sure.” She said, lifting herself up and heading to the door.

“Hey, uh…maybe some sandwiches, too?” He asked with a laugh.

“What do you think this is, Hooters?” She asked, playfully rolling her eyes at his quick requests. She smiled and walked out of the door.

“I wish.” You heard Dean mutter, you couldn’t help but smack him on the arm. He raised an eyebrow at you as the both of you headed to the TV to get a closer look at what Sam found. “What is it?”

“Check this out.” Sam said, rewinding the tape for a few seconds before stopping. Your eyes landed on the second screen on the left when you saw Zach come into the frame. You noticed that when he looked into the view of the camera, his eyes went white. Sam stopped the tape.

“Maybe it’s just a camera flare.” Dean commented.

“That’s not like any camera flare I’ve ever seen.” Sam said.

“You know, a lot of cultures believe a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul.” You said, the boys nodded as Dean mumbled a right. “Remember the dog that was freaking out? Maybe he saw the same thing.” You gestured to the screen. “Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zach’s- something that looks like him, but isn’t him.”

“Like a doppelganger.” Dean said, nodding his head.

“That would sure explain how he was in two places at once.” Sam commented, never taking his eyes off the glowing white eyes.

~~~

You did your best to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes as the Impala eventually came to a stop right near Zach’s house. The younger Winchester had practically dragged you and his brother out of bed, claiming that something wasn’t quite right with the videotape the three of you had examined the night before. Dean wasn’t so happy about being up so early, but Sam made up for it by buying him coffee before you reached your destination.

“All right. What are we doing here at five thirty in the morning?” Dean asked his little brother, opening the driver’s side door and stepping outside.

“I realized something.” Sam said as the three of you met up at the front of the car. “The videotape shows the killer going in but not coming out.”

“So he came out of the back door?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his coffee and watching as his brother headed over to the other side of the street.

“Right, so there should be a trail to follow- a trail that the police would never pursue.” Sam said, walking straight to the dumpster, you grimaced when you saw him stick his head inside to look around.

“Because they think the killer never left. They caught your friend Zach inside.” Dean said, leaning his body against the hood and pressing the cup back against his lips. “Still don’t know what we’re doing here at five thirty in the morning.” He muttered to himself.

You let out a soft scoff at his comment, before looking over to Sam to see that he was standing at the telephone pole. “Blood.” He said. “Somebody came this way.”

“Maybe the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” You said, turning around to take a peek at the surroundings. But before you could see anything more, your attention was ripped away when you heard the sound of sirens as an ambulance passed you by. The three of you looked at one another before deciding to see where it was heading.

You all walked for a few minutes, until a crowd of people around a house came into view. It was being cornered off as a police officer dragged yellow tape. A runner stopped to look at the scene with shock, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. You walked up to her to ask what was going on as you kept your eyes on the scene.. “What happened here?"

"He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her.” She explained, you turned your head to look at her for a few moments.

“Really?” Sam asked, looking over at the runner.

“I used to see him going to work in the morning. He’d wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy.” She said, shaking her head in disbelief as she watched the man being placed inside the back of a cop car.

You and Sam slipped away as Dean went around talking to some of the officers. You watched as he began to peek inside the blue trash cans as you followed behind, looking around the place, not exactly sure what you should be looking for. As the both of you headed to the end of the home, you heard Dean shout and you turned around to see that he was now walking up to you and Sam.

“Hey. Remember when I said this wasn’t our kid of problem?” Dean asked, you nodded your head, even though you knew it was. “Definitely our kind of problem. I talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene. He heard this guy Alex’s story. Apparently this dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked.”

“He was in two places at once.” You stated, shaking your head.

“Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house. Police think he’s a nut job.” Dean explained.

“Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way.” Sam said, walking a few steps forward as he turned around to look at you and Dean.

“Could be the same thing doing it, too.” You noted. “Same victim. Same cause of death.”

“Shapeshifter?” Sam asked, Dean just shrugged his shoulders. “Something that could make itself look like anyone?”

“Every culture in the world has a shapeshifter lore- legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men.” You explained, looking at both of the boys. You’ve come across plenty of shapeshifters when you were living with the Halliwell’s, but they were never quite like this and they were always trying to go after their spell.

“Skinwalkers. Werewolves.” Sam said, nodding his head.

“Two attacks within each block of each other. I’m guessing we have a shape shifter problem in the neighborhood.” Dean said.

“Let me ask you this.” Sam looked over at you. “In all of the shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?” You watched as he walked a few feet, his head tilted up as he examined the building.

“Not that I know of.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“I picked up a trail here.” He turned his back to you as he looked around the area for a few moments. “Someone ran out the back of this building, headed the other way.”

“Just like your friend’s house.” Dean said, nodding his head.

“Yeah. And just like at Zach’s house, the trail suddenly ends. Whatever it is just disappeared.”

Dean looked around the place, frowning slightly. “Well, there’s another way to go. Down.” You turned your head to the ground to see what Dean was looking at. You sighed, knowing he was talking about the sewers..

Dean took off the heavy top to the tunnel before slipping down first, you waited until you couldn’t see him before heading down the ladder next. When you got all the way down, you and Dean looked around the place as Sam covered up the top and headed his way down.

“I bet this runs right by Zach’s house, too.” Sam said, looking around. You and Sam walked up to Dean who was now standing a few feet away from you. “The shape shifter could be using the sewer system to get around.”

“I think you’re right. Look at this.” Dean said.

You all took a few steps and crouched down to see what Dean had found. He pulled out his knife from his back pocket as you noticed a large puddle of what you presumed to be was human flesh. You had to put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from vomiting as Dean poked at it with the blade of his knife.. This was completely new to you.

“Oh. Is this from his victims?” Sam asked with disgust.

Dean tried to pick up a piece of the mess, but it just stretched into a thin line as he examined it. “You know, I just had a sick thought.” Dean said, looking at the both of you. “When the shapeshifter changes shape, maybe it sheds its skin.”

“That is sick.” You muttered to yourself.

You all headed out of the tunnels and went to the Impala again, knowing that exactly what you were dealing with was a shapeshifter. You sighed to yourself as you watched Dean open up the trunk of the car.

“Well, one thing that I learned from Dad,” Dean said as he popped open the secret compartment where he kept all of his weapons. “No matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there’s one sure way to kill it.”

“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam said, smirking as his brother loaded up the gun.

“That’s right.” Dean said, nodding his head.

Sam’s cell phone began ringing and he pulled it out to answer it. “This is Sam.” He said, stepping away from the two of you. “We’re near Zach’s place. We’re just checking some things out.” You instantly knew that he was talking to Becky, but the conversation wasn’t going well. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Why would you do that?” It was quiet for a few moments, you took a few steps forward so you could hear what was going on. “Beck-”

“I don’t understand why you would lie to me about something like this.” You heard her shouting on the other line, and you realized that she must have found out Dean wasn’t an actual cop.

He sighed to himself. “We were just trying to help.”

“Oh, trying to help?” She mocked him as she let out a laugh. “Do you realize that was a sealed crime scene? This could have ruined Zach’s case.”

“Beck, I’m sorry, but-” Sam tried to explain, but Becky cut him off once more.

“No, goodbye Sam.”

You heard the line end as Sam sighed to himself and stared off into the distance. Dean closed the trunk and came up to his brother.

“I hate to say it, but that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” He said in a matter of fact voice. You furrow your brows and turn your head to look at the man, a glare settling across your facial features from what he said next. “You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you they’d be freaked. It just would be easier if-”

“If I was like you.” Sam finished, looking at his brother.

“Hey, man, like it or not, we’re not like other people.” Dean said. “But I’ll tell you one thing; about this whole gig,” He pulled out the gun from his pocket and handed it to Sam. “It ain’t without perks.”

Sam sighed, grabbing the gun and tucking it into the back of his pants without having anyone to notice. You put your hand out, waiting for Dean to hand you a gun. He just stared at you with confusion. You tilted your head to the side and rolled your eyes.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You asked. “I’m coming along.”

“No, you’re not.” Dean said, giving you a stern look. “It’s way too dangerous.”

A scoff escaped past your lips as you took a step forward towards the man, he opened his mouth to ask you what you were doing, but all that could come out was a series of ows after you had reached a hand up to his shoulder, before pressing down onto it, and hard.

Sam couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his mouth as his brother fell onto his knees from the amount of pain you were causing him. Once he was in a position you were happy with, you reached out your other hand and took his gun. “I’m coming,” You repeat yourself. “Whether you like it or not.”  

The older Winchester nodded his head in understandment, and you pulled your hand away after he let out a pitiful whimper. It took a minute for him to finally compose himself, and when he did, he knew that he was going to have to open up the trunk again to get another gun. Next time you asked for something, he wasn’t going to say no.

~~~

You and the brothers managed to get down into the sewer safely. You had followed behind Sam, who stayed behind to make sure that you didn’t fall off the ladder and get hurt. Afterwards, he practically forced you into the middle of him and his brother, knowing that it’d be much safer this way.  

You didn’t know how long you had been down there, but the three of you were trailing through each and every tunnel you came across for quite some time. Every turn you had made, you hoped you’d be able to find the creature you were looking for, so that you could kill it with the gun you now had in your grasp.

Your other hand had your flashlight in it, so the light could guide you throughout the way as you and the brothers made a turn into yet another tunnel. Every so often, you shined your light upwards to see if the shifter was somehow clinging onto the walls, or perhaps you could find another pile of the shedded skin. But you were finding nothing. 

The three of you ventured through the tunnel for another few minutes, until you came across something that you all had to duck underneath. You crinkled up your nose when you felt yourself stepping into some water that was, without a doubt, dirty. But you kept your attention forward, finding that Sam was now in the front of you, your boyfriend right in the back. 

You took a few steps forward, nothing but the sound of water dripping filled your ears for a few moments until the older Winchester spoke up, seeming to have taken notice of something. “I think we’re close to its lair.” He said. You furrowed your brows, wondering why he would say that. But he gave you an answer you weren’t too pleased with. “‘Cause there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.”

Dean shined his flashlight over towards the large tube right next to you, and you could see from the corner of your eye that he wasn’t kidding. You jumped backwards to get away from the pile. “Oh my god, ew-” You nearly shrieked out the last word, but Sam was quick to cover your mouth with his hand so that it muffled. Not that it did much good, because you found yourself accidentally dropping your flashlight onto the ground, and you all winced at the echoing noise it had created.

“Okay, let’s just hope the shifter isn’t down here.” Dean said, clearly annoyed with what had just happened. If the creature was here, it would definitely know where to look for the three of you. You mumbled out a sorry when Sam brought his hand away from your mouth to bend down and pick your flashlight up for you. Meanwhile, his brother shined his own onto the ground to find yet another disgusting pile just a couple feet away from all of you. “It looks like it’s lived here for awhile.” 

“Who knows how many murders he’s gotten away with?” Sam muttered loud enough for the both of you to hear, his attention on the pile as he stood back up straight. As he went to hand you your flashlight, something seemed to have caught his eye, and when he flashed his own light onto it, he yelled out his brother’s name as a warning when he could see that the shifter was right behind him.

Dean turned his head to see what was behind him, but before he had the chance to react, the shifter was smacking him hard across the face and sending him straight into the wall. You rushed over to the man as the younger Winchester tried his best to get a shot at the monster, but it was too fast for him. 

“Sammy, go get the son of a bitch!” You ordered the younger man as you did your best to help his brother up. He was clutching as his left shoulder, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. You didn’t even have to tell Sam twice, you watched as he started chasing after the shifter, the two of you following behind.

~~~

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(1.6) Skin: Part one

“Old friends”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language, little bit of fluff

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

Word count: 2486

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You were asleep in the backseat of the Impala, catching up on some needed rest as Dean pulled up and stopped at a gas station and turned off the car, he turned around to see that you were still sleeping and for the first time in forever, you had a peaceful look on your face. He smiled to himself, before turning his attention forward and speaking, but Sam wasn’t paying attention. “All right. I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch. Then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” Dean turned his head to see that Sam was busy on his phone, not bothering to look up. “Sam wears women's underwear.”

“I’m listening. I’m just busy.” Sam mumbled, clicking on something.

“Busy doing what?” Dean asked, stepping outside of the car.

“Reading emails.” Sam answered, still not looking up.

“Emails from who?” Dean asked, peeking his head inside the car to glance at his brother.

“From my friends at Stanford.” Sam said, glaring at his brother when he scoffed.

“You’re kidding.” Dean said, heading to the pumps. “You still keep in touch with your college buddies?”

“Why not?” Sam asked.

“Well,” Dean went over to the trunk and bent down, putting the pump inside and walking back over to his brother, leaning his backside against the car. “What exactly do you tell them, you know, about where you been. What you’ve been doing.”

“I tell them I'm on a road trip with my big brother and my best friend.” Sam explained. “I told them I needed some time off after Jess.”

“Well, so you lie to them.” Dean pointed out.

“No.” Sam argued. “I just don’t tell them everything.”

“Yeah. That’s called lying.” Dean said. Sam frowned at his brother, who just shrugged. “Hey, man, I get it.” Dean said, trying to keep a smirk hidden. “Telling them the truth is far worse.”

“So, what am I supposed to do? Just cut everyone out of my life?” Sam asked, Dean just shrugged his shoulders. “You’re serious?”

“Look, it sucks.” Dean admitted. “But in a job like this, you can’t get close to people.”

“You’re kind of anti-social. You know that, right?” Sam asked in a matter of fact voice, turning his body around so he was sitting straighter. He paid his attention back onto his phone so he could read the email his friend sent him.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean muttered, looking out at the distance. “I got Y/N and she’s the only person aside from you that really matters.”

Silence fell between the two of them for a few minutes until Sam spoke back up in a shocked tone. Dean turned around and bent down, leaning his body on the open window. “What?”

“This email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine.” Sam explained, tapping on the screen to read more. “I went to school with her and her brother Zach. She says Zach’s been charged with murder.” He said, even though it sounded like a question. “He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it. But it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.”

“Dude, what kind of people you hanging out with?” Dean asked.

“No, man. I know Zach, he’s not a killer.” Sam said, shaking his head as he looked at his brother.

“Well, maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you.” Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes. “They’re in St. Louis. We’re going.”

Dean chuckled to himself, looking down at the ground before looking back up at his brother with an amused face. “I’m sorry about your buddy, okay? But this doesn’t sound like our kind of problem.”

“It is our problem. They’re my friends.” Sam argued, trying to convince his brother.

“St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam.” Dean said.

Sam looked back at you, to see that you were still sound asleep. He watched as you shifted around in the back seat before stopping your movements, and he had to force the smile that threatened to stretch across his lips back. He couldn't remember the last time he's seen such a peaceful look on your face. Letting out a sigh, he turned back to face his brother. “If this were Y/N, I’d do it for you in a heartbeat, Dean.”

The younger Winchester didn't quite realize it yet, or maybe he did, and he didn't want to admit it. But he would do anything for you, not just his brother. It was just easier to say, than to admit that he has the smallest crush on you. Because he knew that if he did, it would turn into so much more.

It was quiet between the brothers for a few moments, before Dean finally grumbled to himself. He hated that his brother had used you as an example, but he still finished putting gas in the car before he made his way back to the driver’s side to drive you all to St. Louis.

~~~

You stood outside on the front porch with your hands at your sides, you watched as Sam rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. You had just barely woken up, and were confused as hell to what was going on, even after the brothers explained to you why you all were here. It took a few moments until the door finally opened to reveal a blonde woman, her gaze immediately went to Sam as her lips stretched into a grin.

“Oh, my God. Sam!” She chuckled, resting her hand on the door entrance.

“Well, if it isn’t little Becky.” Sam teased, she rolled her eyes.

“You know what you can do with that "little Becky” crap.“ She said, stepping forward to give Sam a hug for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I got your email.” Sam said, shoving his hands into his back pockets.

“I didn’t think that you would come here.” Becky confessed.

Dean stepped forward slightly to introduce himself. “Dean Winchester- older brother.” Becky smiled, shaking his hand as they both shared hellos.

“And I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You spoke up, introducing yourself as you placed your hand onto the man’s shoulder. “His girlfriend.”

“And my best friend.” Sam added on, you gave her a polite smile when she looked over at you. “We’re here to help. Whatever we can do.”

“Come in.” Becky stepped out of the way as she gestured for the three of you to follow behind.

Sam stepped in first and you followed behind. As you heard the door shut behind you, your eyes wandered around the interior design of the place.

“Nice place.” You commented.

“It’s my parents. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened.” Becky said, turning to look over her shoulder at Sam while explaining. “I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zach is free.”

“Where are your folks?” Sam asked, looking down at Becky.

“They live in Paris for half the year, so they’re on their way home now for the trial.” She said as you all stepped inside the kitchen. “Do you guys want a beer or something?”

Dean smiled, pointing at her. “Hey.”

But Sam cut him off, smiling at Becky. “No, thanks.” Dean’s face dropped, he stood next to you as you leaned against the counter.

“So,” Sam said, looking over at Becky. “Tell us what happened.”

“Well, um, Zach had come home, and he found Emily tied to a chair.” Becky explained, taking a few steps forward so she was standing closer to Sam. “And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing.” Her voice cracked as she continued. “And so he…he called 911 and the police. They showed up, and…they arrested him." Tears were starting to glaze over in her eyes when she looked at all three of you while talking. "But the thing is, the only way Zach could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time.” She said, you and the brothers looked at one another for a few seconds, knowing there might be something here. “The police, they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street and it shows Zach coming home at ten thirty. Now, Emily was killed just after that. But I swear he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight.”

“You know, maybe we could see the crime scene- Zach’s house?” Sam asked.

“We could?” Dean spoke up, giving his brother a confused glare.

“Why? What could you do?” Becky questioned, looking at Sam.

“Well, me, not much.” Sam admitted, he turned to look at his brother as he lied. “But Dean’s a cop.” Becky glanced over at the oldest Winchester.

Dean nervously chuckled, grinning at Becky. “A detective, actually.” He pretended to correct Sam.

“Really? Where?” She asked, smiling slightly.

“Bisbee, Arizona.” He answered, looking at Sam before focusing on Becky again. “But I’m off duty now.”

Becky was quiet for a few moments, as if she were considering the idea. “I don’t know,” She confessed. “You guys, it’s just so nice to offer. But it’s just- I don’t know.” She was becoming emotional again as she rested her hands on the counter and sighed quietly to herself.

“Beck, look,” Sam said, looking at the ground before glancing up at Becky again. “I know Zach didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.”

She looked at the three of you with a smile. “Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys.”

Dean stepped forward to Sam as he watched Becky step out the room. He whistled and look at his brother. “Oh yeah, man. You’re a real straight shooter with your friends.”

“Look, Zach and Becky need our help.” Sam said.

“I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.” Dean confessed, shaking his head.

“Two places at once, though?” You asked. “We’ve looked into less.”

Dean sighed to himself and shrugged his shoulders, knowing that you were right as he decided to go along with the plan.

~~~

You sat in the backseat with Becky as the four of you headed to the crime scene. The house came into view when Dean pulled over to the other side of the street so he could park next to the curb. You all headed out of the car and you and Sam walked up just in time for Becky to speak up.

“You’re sure this is okay?” She asked, looking at Dean for approval.

“Yeah. I am an officer of the law.” Dean stated.

You all headed over to the house and when you made sure the coast was clear from any real police officers, Dean grabbed the key from Becky so he could unlock the front door. He pushed it open and you all headed inside, ducking underneath the yellow police tape.

You noticed that the wall next to the front door had blood spatter on it, hell, there was blood everywhere. You swallowed as you crossed your arms over your chest and made sure not to step on anything.

“Beck, you want to wait outside?” Sam asked, seeing that his friend was just standing in the doorway.

She shook her head, ducking underneath the tape as she came inside. “No, I want to help.”

Your eyes wandered onto a table that Dean was circling, noticing that there were yellow numbered cards, markings from the police so they could take pictures of each spot. You glanced at Becky when Sam spoke up. “Tell us what else the police said.”

“Well, there was no sign of a break-in.” Becky explained, her hand wrapped around her necklace as she tore her eyes away from something to look at the two of you. “They say that Emily let her attacker in. And the lawyers are already talking about a plea bargain.”

You all looked at the blood that stained a picture and the wall next to it. You clenched your jaw when you heard Becky sob over the mess.

“Look, Beck, if Zach didn’t do this, it means that someone else did.” Sam said. Becky nodded her head in agreement. “Any idea who?”

Becky shook her head, staying quiet as she tried to think of someone as she glanced around the room. It took her a few moments, but she remembered. “Wait, there was something. About a week before, somebody broke in here and stole some clothes- Zach’s clothes. And the police, they don’t think it’s anything. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. I mean, sometimes people get robbed.”

You suddenly heard the sound of a dog howling outside before continued to bark. You walked over to the front door that was cracked open slightly and peeked outside as Dean joined you. You noticed the dog was staring right at the house.

“You know, that used to be the sweetest dog.” Becky said, standing behind you.

“What happened?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder to stare at her.

“He just changed.” She said.

An idea popped inside your head. “Do you remember when he changed?”

“I guess around the time of the murder.” Becky answered, you nodded your head and looked at the dog for a few seconds more before turning your attention to Dean to see that he might be thinking the same thing you were.

Both of you headed over to Sam, who was standing next to the fridge and looking at a picture of his friends and himself. You crossed your arms over your chest and spoke up. “So the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zach’s girlfriend was killed.” You whispered so Becky couldn’t hear you.

“Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal.” Sam commented, looking at you.

Dean turned his head away from the door and looked at the two of you. “Maybe Fido saw something.” He said, you sighed at his sense of humor.

“So you think, maybe, this is our kind of problem?” Sam asked, looking at his brother.

“No. Probably not.” Said Dean, shaking his head.

“But- we should look at the security tape to make sure.” You said, both brothers nodded their heads in agreement.

Becky walked up to the three of you, Dean turned around. “So the tape, the security footage? Think maybe your lawyers could hang their hands on it? I just don’t have that kind of jurisdiction.” Dean lied.

“I’ve already got it.” Becky said. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of a cop.” Dean chuckled, turning his attention to the ground for a few seconds. “I, um, stole it off the lawyer’s desk.” She confessed. “I just had to see it for myself.”

“All right.” Dean said, grinning at the three of you. “Let’s head back and look at the tape, shall we?”

~~~

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(1.5) Bloody Mary: Part three

“Secret regrets”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Angst, language

Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate what seems to be the legend of “Bloody Mary” come to life. The brothers learn that Y/N is hiding a little more to them than what they’ve already learned.

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Charlie sat on the motel bed in the room we checked out for her with her head was buried into her knees. You tried to comfort her by mumbling words that she was safe and rubbing her back while Sam and Dean shut the curtains and hid all of the mirrors behind old sheets they found around the room. After they managed to get everything covered up so Bloody Mary wouldn’t get her, Sam sat on the bed next to Charlie.

“Hey.” Sam whispered, looking down at the frightened girl. “Hey. It’s okay. You can open your eyes, Charlie. It’s okay, all right?” Charlie slightly moved her head up, her eyes peeking from the green blanket she had wrapped around her body. “Now, listen. You’re going to stay right here on this bed. You’re not gonna look at the glass or anything else that has a reflection, okay? As long as you do that, she can’t get you.”

Charlie sniffled a few times as she continued to stare at the ground. “But I can’t keep that up forever.” She whispered, taking a quick glance at Sam before looking back down at the ground. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I?”

“No. Not anytime soon.” You reassured her with a warm smile.

Dean sat on the end of the bed next to you. “All right, Charlie. We need to know what happened.”

Charlie let in a deep breath, nodding her head. “We were in the bathroom,” She began. “Donna said it.”

“That’s not what we’re talking about.” Dean said, shaking his head. “Something happened, didn’t it? In your life, a secret where someone got hurt?” Charlie looked down at the ground as her face fell into a guilty expression. “Can you tell us about it?”

Her bottom lip quivered, but she stopped herself before she could start crying as she turned her head to look at Dean. “I had this boyfriend. I loved him.” She explained. “But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night at his house, we got into this fight. I broke up with him, and he got upset and said he needed me and he loved me. And he said: ‘Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I’m gonna kill myself.’ And you know what I said? I said 'Go Ahead.’ And I left.”

She shook her head, becoming emotional of the memory. She looked at you and Dean, as tears began welling up in her eyes again. “How could I say that?” She looked down at the ground. “How could I leave him like that? I just…I didn’t believe him, you know?” She glanced over at Sam, before turning her head back to the bed. “I should have.” She leaned her head back into her knees as she began to sob when the three of you became silent.

~~~

Nighttime had fallen when you had managed to calm Charlie down enough to keep her alone so you three could head down to the shop where the mirror was. It was silent for most of the ride, allowing you to hear the rain hitting the roof of the car before Dean broke the silence.

“You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that’s not really Charlie’s fault.” He said.

“You know as well as I do, spirits don’t exactly see shades of gray, Dean.” Sam disagreed, turning his head to look at his brother. “Charlie had a secret, someone died. That’s good enough for Mary.”

“I guess.” Dean muttered.

“You know, I’ve been thinking, it might not be enough to just smash that mirror.” You thought out loud.

Dean looked into the rear view mirror to give you a confused look. “Why, what do you mean?”

“Mary’s hard to pin down, right? I mean, she moves around from mirror to mirror. So who’s to say she’s not gonna just keep hiding in them forever? So maybe…we should try to pin her down. You know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it.”

“Well, how do you know that’s gonna work?” Dean questioned, giving you a look through the mirror.

“I don’t. I’m not for sure.” You mumbled, keeping your attention on the road.

“Well, who’s gonna summon her?” Dean asked. He had a feeling he knew what this was about, but he kept quiet to see if it was what he expected.

“I will.” You answered. “She’ll come after me.”

Dean sighed loudly to himself. “All right, you know what? That’s it.” He muttered to himself as he pulled up to the left side of the road. He turned off the engine and both of the boys twisted their bodies around to look at you.

“This is about those hunters, isn’t it?” He began. You kept quiet, your facial expression blank. “You think that’s your dirty little secret, that you killed them somehow? Y/N, this has got to stop, sweetheart.” He said, shaking his head. “I mean, the nightmares and- you waking up hysterically crying in the middle of the night, it’s gonna kill you. Now, you listen to me. What ever happened to them, it wasn’t your fault.”

You turned your head after a long moment of silence and finally said something. “I should’ve stayed to help them.” You told the boys.

Sam sighed, clenching his jaw. “I don’t know exactly what happened, but you shouldn’t be blaming yourself.” He jumped into the conversation.

“How can I not blame myself?“ You argued back, but your tone was still at the same monotone level. “They’re dead and I wasn’t there to help them.”

"How were you going to help them?” Dean yelled, staring at you. “Did you even know what they were going up against?” You just rolled your eyes, turning your head back to look out the window. "And, besides, all of this isn’t a secret. I mean, Sam and I know all about it. It’s not gonna work with Mary anyway.“

"You don’t know that.” You muttered underneath your breath.

“I don’t know what?” Dean questioned.

“You don’t know all about it. I haven’t told you two everything.” You explained, turning your head to look at Dean, ignoring Sam’s confused glare.

“What are you talking about?” Dean’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“It wouldn’t really be a secret if I told you, now would it?” You asked, your tone lined with sarcasm.

“No.” Dean spoke up after a few moments, trying to find the right response. “And I don’t like it. It’s not gonna happen, forget it."

"Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it.” You argued. “And you know what? Who knows how many more people are going to die after that? Now, we’re doing this.” Dean just turned his head and glared at you, shaking your head. “Look, I know you don’t want to lose me again, but you’ve got to let me do this.”

It was a few moments until Dean let out a sharp sigh, turning his body around in the seat until he was sitting properly. You heard the sound of the engine turning back on.

“Fine,” He grunted out. “But when you survived this dumb stunt, the three of us are having a long talk after this.” Sam quietly laughed, shaking his head while you just fell silent and leaned back in your seat

~~~

You stood outside the antique store with you and Dean as a watch out while Sam picked the lock until you heard the sound of the lock click as Sam turned the knob and pushed the door open. You all stepped inside, and took a look around the place.

A clap of thunder echoed outside as the front door shut behind you. You curiously glanced around to see the shop was covered in different mirrors. There were some that hung on the wall, a small oval one that sat on a table and so many others that leaned against one another on the floor.

Sam pulled out a flashlight and turned it on, shining it around the room. “Well, that’s just great.” Dean said while placing his hands on his hips, looking around at the many different mirrors. He dug inside his jacket pocket and pulled out the picture of Mary’s mirror. Sam shined the flashlight onto it so you all could take a good look at it. “All right, let’s start looking.”

You and Sam stayed together as Dean went his own way. You looked around the place to see it was filled mostly with old things that you would expect to find in someone’s attic. You were seeing a few mirrors that were hanging up, but not the one that you needed to find.

“Maybe they’ve already sold it.” You heard Dean shout from the other side of the shop.

You were about to respond, but your eyes jumped onto the mirror when Sam flashed the light on it. Both of you looked at one another before glancing back at the object. “I don’t think so.” Sam answered.

Dean approached the two of you as he glanced at the picture then at the mirror in front of you for a few moments. “That’s it.” He said, exhaling a breath as he turned to look at you. “Are you sure about this?” You didn’t answer.

All of you slowly approached the mirror, you stood in front of it as you looked at yourself for a few seconds before starting the chant. “Bloody Mary.” You began, you swallowed and kept silent for a few seconds. “Blood Mary.” You chanted again, looking over at the boys before getting ready to swing the iron wrench at the mirror. You took a deep breath and said it once more. “Bloody Mary.”

Suddenly you saw what looked to be headlights from a car shine through, lighting up the store. Sam and Dean looked at one another with a worried look. “We’’ll check it out.” Dean said to you, nodding for his brother to follow him. “You stay here. Be careful, sweetheart.” He reached a hand out to you, cupping your face before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “And smash anything that moves.”

You nodded your head and inhaled a breath as you watched the brothers head for the door before turning back to face the mirror. You stood still for a moment, suddenly regretting your decision of doing this. But you didn’t exactly have time to think anymore when you could heard someone breathing. You turned around to face a different mirror, completely unaware of the fact that Mary’s reflection was in the same mirror as yours.

When you felt as though someone was right behind you, you turned your head to look over your shoulder to see Mary in the mirror behind you. You swung the wrench straight into the mirror, shattering the glass to bits and pieces. But it didn’t seem to work when you noticed her in the mirror on your right side, to which you were quick to break as well.

Having enough of her little games, you faced her own mirror. “Come on.” You egged her on as your hands wrapped tighter around the iron wrench. “Come into this one.” You were getting ready to take a swing at the mirror if she appeared in the reflection, but you found yourself growing confused when your reflection started smirking. It took you a minute to realize that it was Mary controlling your own reflection, but before you had a chance to react, you let out a gasp of pain when you started feeling as though your eye was about to explode at any moment.

You dropped the iron wrench to the ground as blood started trickling down the left side of your face, just like it had showed in the mirror seconds before. You brought your hand up to your chest when you felt it becoming tight.

“It’s your fault.” Your own reflection was beginning to taunt you as you dropped to your knees. “You killed them. Your mom, your dad. Even the Halliwell’s. That demon was coming after you, but your parents got in the way and they were killed while you survived.” You tried your hardest to not listen to every word Mary was saying to you using your own reflection, your own voice. Your nail dug into the floor as you tried your hardest to work through the pain you were feeling.

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” She continued on, “You didn’t help your friends when you knew Piper had two little children to come home to. Now thanks to you, they have no mother. And they have no aunts. You left Victor all alone to take care of his grandchildren he could never keep safe. How could you let that happen? You knew they were going to die!”

You looked down at the ground, trying your best to hold on. It was a few moments, before you felt someone shielding your body as another person smashed the mirror. Pieces of glass hit Sam’s back, but not enough to do any damage.

Dean dropped the iron wrench onto the ground and called out your name. Sam stayed by your side the older Winchester came up to you and placed both hands on your cheeks, taking notice that your eyes were bleeding.

“Y/N, Y/N!“ He frantically shouted. You stayed silent as you just gave him a small smile. "God, are you okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked, examining your wounds again. He glanced at the mirror before turning his attention to you again.

“Um, yeah.” You said.

“Come on, we need to get out here.” Sam wrapped your arm around his shoulders and Dean did the same for the other. Both of them managed to get you off the ground before heading to the front. You three walked for a moment, but you suddenly had a bad feeling creep down your spine as the brothers stopped in their tracks.

You slowly turned your head to see a small figure dressed in a filthy dress with dirty black hair covering her face. She slowly crawled up to you, before she slowly started to stand up and walk up to you when the brother’s turned around.

Your hands jumped to your eyes when you felt the pain again. You dropped to your knees again and cradled your head inside the palm of your hands, crying out in pain as you felt more blood start to trickle out of your eyes.

Dean opened his eyes and frantically looked around the room until he spotted a mirror that was on his left. He grabbed it and aimed it at Mary. It took a few moments, but she stopped walking. She propped her head normally so he could see her face.

“You killed them!” Her reflection screamed in a demonic voice, Mary’s eyes were bleeding now as she stared at herself. She gasped and placed a hand on her chest as her reflection growled in anger. “All those people! You killed them!” She slowly started to disintegrate, before her body turned into a puddle of blood.

Dean threw the mirror, leaving it to break into tiny pieces. The pain slowly started to go away, you slowly blinked and lifted your head up to see that she was gone. Your breathing was heavy, but you were okay.

“Hey, Y/N?” Dean asked.

“Yeah?"

"That’s got to be like what, six hundred years bad luck?” You scoffed at his horrible question, wiping the blood with the back of your hand.

~~~

You sat in the backseat of the Impala with Charlie on the way back to her house. The car stopped across the sidewalk when you got to her house. Dean turned off the engine and turned his body around to look at Charlie.

“So this is really over?” She asked, looking at the three of you for reassurance.

You nodded, smiling at her. “Yeah, it’s over.” You said.

“Thank you.” She said, Dean nodded his head. You and her shared a quick hug before you watched as she stepped outside of the car and headed back to her house.

“Charlie?” You called out, she stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at you. “Your boyfriend’s death, you should really try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn’t have stopped it. Sometimes, bad things just happen.”

She took in a deep breath, smiling at you before turning around and walking inside her house. “That was good advice, sweetheart.” Dean said with a smile.

The three of you headed back on to the road and fell into a silence for most of the ride. But when you hit the city area, you heard Dean speak back up to you.

“Hey, Y/N?” Dean asked.

“Yeah?” You turned your head away from the window to look at your boyfriend.

“Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was.” Dean said, taking a quick glance in the rear view mirror at you before focusing on the road.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Look…you’re my boyfriend. And I’d die for you and Sam. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.” You admitted, turning your head to look outside the window again, letting the car ride turn into complete silence.

You let out a quiet sigh, hating yourself for keeping everything in from the brothers, but what were you going to tell them? How were you going to tell them that the sisters aren’t really hunters? That they’re witches and you left their dad and two little boys to suffer through the pain? You couldn’t.

~~~

You were sobbing uncontrollably loud the night your parents died. It was midnight and you had fallen asleep a little over two hours ago, but you were having a nightmare that brought you right back to what had happened. This lead Piper and Phoebe to come into the room, both of them were concerned for your well being.

You just lost both of your parents, and you had watched your father get brutally murdered and they knew that. Phoebe couldn’t imagine what you had seen because she wasn’t there, but Piper was. Yet, that didn’t stop both of them from crawling onto each side of you onto the bed.

You were facing away from the door, your head rested onto the pillow as your tears were beginning to soak into the pillowcase and you continuously mumbled to yourself how sorry you were, as if your parents could hear you. As if they were there. But they weren’t, of course they weren’t.

Acting as if she were a mother to you, Piper let out a sigh from behind you as she brushed your hair away from your face so it didn’t stick to your tears all before she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. She wrapped her arm around you, holding you as tight as she possibly could as Phoebe crawled in front of you. She kept her back turned away from you after she wrapped your own arm around her.

Phoebe gave your hand a gentle squeeze when you sucked in a breath, all before letting out another sob. Neither of them were your mother, and you hardly knew them, but you still allowed them to stay in here with you as you continued to let all of the pain that you were feeling out of your system.

~~~

You felt a few tears roll down your face at the memory you were having. You watched as the scenery of the town you were in pass you by when you looked out of the window.

You were held when your parents died, but now that the Halliwell’s were dead and you were miles away from Victor, you couldn’t help but wonder who was going to hold you.

~~~

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(1.5) Bloody Mary: Part two

“Mirrors”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Angst, language

Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate what seems to be the legend of “Bloody Mary” come to life. The brothers learn that Y/N is hiding a little more to them than what they’ve already learned.

Word count: 2250

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Never in your life did you think you’d have to sit on top of a roof and wait for somebody to come and open the window for you, let alone sit on top of the roof where someone who recently passed away had been living. You and the boys decided to check out the girl’s room to see if we could get any possible clues for this case, but you were silently cursing yourself when you took a peek at the ground below. One wrong move, you could fall and break any bone in your body, or worse; you could end up dead.

Dean pulled you back closer to him when he noticed you were inching closer to the edge of the roof to check out how far of a drop it was if either of you were to fall. It felt like eternity until Charlie finally opened up the window to let you all inside. Sam went first, before turning around and grabbing the gear bag that his brother was handing to him. Dean made sure you got into the room safely before he followed close behind. He turned around to shut the window and closed the curtains.

"What did you tell Jill’s mom?” Sam asked, putting the bag on the bed and zipping it open.

“I just said I needed some alone time with Jill’s pictures and things.” She said, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I hate lying to her.”

“Trust us, this is for the greater good.” Dean said, heading over to the bed as you followed behind, grabbing the camera and turning it on. He turned to Charlie. “Hit the lights.”

She did as she was told, letting the room darken before coming back. “What are you guys looking for?” She asked, looking between the three of you.

“We’ll let you know as soon as we find it.” Dean explained.

You fooled around with the camera until you got it on the setting that you wanted. “Hey, night vision.” You said, pointing the camera onto Dean.

Dean made it so his back was slightly turned to you as he looked over his shoulder. “Do I look like Paris Hilton?” He joked.

“Better.” You said with a wink, before handing the camera over to Sam.

He headed over to the closet and opened the door, examining the full length mirror. “So, I don’t get it. I mean, the first victim didn’t summon Mary, and the second victim did. How is she choosing them?” He asked, closing the door and heading to the bathroom.

“Beats me,” Dean admitted while scanning the room. He turned his attention to Charlie. “I wanna know why Jill summoned her in the first place.”

Charlie shrugged her shoulders. “It was just a joke.”

“Yeah, well, somebody’s gonna say it again. It’s just a matter of time.” Dean said, bending down to examine something.

Sam stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the three of you. “Hey. There’s a black light in the trunk, right?”

You watched as Sam grabbed the bathroom mirror and slowly make his way into the bedroom again before laying the mirror onto the ground. Dean came back through the window with the light that his brother requested. Sam ripped the brown paper back that revealed a blue background. He turned on the black light, and slowly flashed it down. You leaned in close to see a pair of hand prints and what looked to be a smudged name written in blood.

“Gary Bryman?” Charlie read the name.

“You know who that is?” You asked, turning your attention to her.

She shook her head, taking a few moments to answer. “No.” You looked at the boys, knowing that there was something more to this.

~~~

The next morning you met Charlie in the park again, you and Dean sat with her on the bench while Sam was off gathering information about the name he found. You turned your head when you heard footsteps come from behind you to see that Sam was back.

“So, Gary Bryan was an eight year old boy.” He explained, looking down at the piece of paper with all the information he found. “Two years ago, he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry, but nobody got the plates or saw the driver.”

“Oh my God.” Charlie said, her tone of voice was filled with shock. “Jill drove that car.”

You sighed as you looked at both of the boys. “We need to get back to your friend Donna’s house.”

~~~

You watched as Sam ran the black light on the bathroom mirror of the Shoemaker’s. You saw the same bloody looking hand prints, but a different name was written out. “Linda Shoemaker.” You muttered, glancing over at the boys with concern.

You all headed downstairs to talk to Donna, who wasn’t very happy over the subject you were bringing up. “Why are you asking me all of this?” She questioned.

“Look, we’re sorry, but it’s important.” Sam explained.

“Yeah,” Donna said, nodding her head. “Linda’s my mom, okay? And she overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident and that’s it.” She said, looking at the three of you with suspicion. “I think you should leave.”

“Donna, just listen-” Dean tried to talk, but Donna cut him off.

“Get out of my house!” She yelled, before bolting out of the room.

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. Charlie looked at the boys with surprise. “Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could have killed her mom?” She asked, you shrugged your shoulders, nodding your head. “I think I should stick around.”

“All right, well, just whatever you do, don’t..” Dean went on, hinting of the chant.

“Believe me, I won’t say it.” She said.

~~~

The printer was hooked up to your laptop as you sat at the table, printing out newspapers and other articles that could help the three of you with this case. “Wait, wait, wait.” You heard Sam speak up, turning away from the collage wall full of different papers to look at you. “You’re doing a nationwide search?”

“Yup.” You muttered, never taking your eyes off your laptop screen. “The NCIC, the FBI database. At this point, any Mary in the country who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me.”

Sam walked over and sat at the edge of the bed as Dean leaned over the chair, watching what you were doing. “But if she’s haunting the town, she should have died in the town.” He reminded you.

You shrugged your shoulders and looked at him. “I told you and Dean, there’s nothing local. I’ve checked. So, unless you got a better idea. Please, speak up.”

Sam sighed to himself. “The way that Mary’s choosing her victims.” Sam turned his attention to his brother, scratching the back of his neck. “It seems like there’s a pattern.”

“I know, I was thinking the same thing,” Dean said, looking at his brother..

“With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill’s hit and run.” Sam said, turning his head to look at the bathroom mirror then looking at the both of you.

“Both had secrets where people died.” Dean finished, nodding his head.

“Right. I mean, there’s a lot of folklore about mirrors that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets. That they’re a true reflection of your soul, which is bad luck to break them.”

“Right. Right.” Dean muttered, looking away from the screen to focus his attention onto Sam. “Yeah, so maybe if you got a secret. I mean, like really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it and pushes you for it.”

“Whether you’re the one that summoned her or not.” He replied, nodding his head.

“Take a look at this.” You said, gesturing to what you had found.

You printed out the photos you found of a crime scene. Sam grabbed a few and examined them closely. “Looks like the same hand prints."

"Her name was Mary Worthington,” You explained while looking at the screen. “An unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

~~~

"I was on the job for thirty five years. Detective for most of that.” The retired officer you were seeing spoke up, stepping inside his office as you glanced up from the materials you were observing around the room. He stood with his hands inside of his pockets. “Now, everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington Murder…” He was quiet for a few moments before looking at the three of you. “That one still gets me.”

“What exactly happened?” Dean asked, taking a few steps as he gave the officer a curious look.

“You three said you were reporters.” The officer said, giving all of you glances.

“We know Mary was nineteen, lived by herself. She won a few local beauty contests. Dreamed of getting out of Indiana, becoming an actress.” You stated off the information that you found on the girl. “And we know that on the night of March twenty ninth, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife.”

The officer nodded his head. “That’s right.”

“You see sir, when we asked you what happened. We wanna know what you think happened.” Dean jumped into the conversation, persuading the officer to help the three of you.

The officer walked over to his filing cabinets and took out the case files that he kept and placed them down on his desk. “Technically, I’m not supposed to have a copy of this.” He explained, Sam let out a quiet laugh and looked at the two of you. You rolled your eyes, leaning down when the officer opened the file and began flipping through the papers. “Now,” He pulled out a crime scene photo of an old mirror with the reflection of Mary’s lifeless body lying on the floor, you noticed a bloody hand print on the glass and something written in blood.

“See that there, ’T-R-E’?” The officer pointed at the bloody letters. You nodded your head. “I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer.”

“You know who it was?” Sam asked, glancing up to look at the officer.

“Not for sure.” He admitted, pulling out another picture of an older gentlemen dressed in a tux and grinning. “But there was a local man. A surgeon, Trevor Sampson. And I think he cut her up good.”

“Now, why would he do something like that?” You questioned,

“Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, ’T.’ Well, in her last entry,” The officer explained, nodding his head as he remembered. “She was gonna tell T’s wife about their affair.”

“Yeah, but how do you know it was this guy Sampson that killed her?” Dean speculated, glancing down at the photo again of the man.

“It’s hard to say.” The officer muttered. “But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional.”

“But you never could prove it?” You asked.

“No.” The man confessed. “No prints. No witnesses. He was meticulous.”

“Is he still alive?” Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nope.” The officer answered, sitting down at his desk. “If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy’s secrets. But, she never could.”

“Where’s she buried?” Sam asked.

“She wasn’t.” The officer said, glancing up to look at Sam. “She was cremated.” You sighed to yourself, knowing things have gotten harder.

Dean glanced down at the mirror that Mary died next to, another thought coming to mind of how she was haunting people. “What about the mirror?” He asked, looking back up at the officer. “It’s not in some evidence lock up somewhere, is it?”

“No.” The officer shook his head, adjusting himself in his seat. “It was returned to Mary’s family a long time ago.”

“You have the names of her family by any chance?” Sam asked, the officer nodded his head.

~~~

You all headed back into the car with the list of the family and their contact information. Sam sat in the passenger side as he got in contact with one of them, but by the tone of his voice when he was wrapping up the conversation, it didn’t seem to be going very well.

“Ah, that’s too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. All right, thanks.” Sam hung up the phone and sighed. “So, that was Mary’s brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it. One week ago.” He quietly laughed at the horrible timing. “To a store called Estate Antiques, a store in Toledo.”

You sighed. “So wherever the mirror goes, that’s where Mary goes?”

“Her spirit’s definitely tied up with it somehow.” Sam agreed.

“Isn’t there an old superstition that mirrors can capture spirits?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, there is.” Sam agreed. “When someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn’t get trapped.”

“So Mary dies in front of the mirror, and it draws in her spirit.” Dean theorized, looking at his brother for a few seconds before paying attention to the road again.

“Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?” You asked, leaning against the front seats as you looked at the brothers.

“I don’t know. But if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it.” Dean said.

“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe.” Sam muttered, resting his elbow on the window and pressing his head into his palm. It was quiet between the three of you for a few moments before Sam’s cellphone began ringing. He dug inside his pocket and answered it. “Hello?” His face scrunched up when he recognized the caller. “Charlie?”

~~~

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(1.5) Bloody Mary: Part one

“Urban Legends”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Angst

Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate what seems to be the legend of “Bloody Mary” come to life. The brothers learn that Y/N is hiding a little more to them than what they’ve already learned.

Word count: 4,178

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It was morning time, the sun peaked through the glass windows and into the solarium of the Halliwell manor. You sat cross legged on the floor with the little boy you adored, Wyatt as you both played with his little toy trucks and army men, while Chris sat in his play pen, holding onto the stuffed bear you had gifted to him on his very first birthday.

You let out a small laugh as Wyatt pretended to make his army man shoot yours, and you let it fall to the ground as if it were really dead. The two of you were having a good time, but as your stomach was beginning to growl, you knew it was time to eat some breakfast.

“I’m hungry, kiddo.” You told him, reaching your hand out to ruffle up his hair a bit. “How about you? Would you like some cereal?” Wyatt didn’t say anything, he just nodded his head to answer your question. “Alright, I’ll take that as an answer this time, but next time, you need to use your words.” You said in a playful tone of voice. You gave him a smile, leaning over and pressed a kiss to his head before pushing yourself up to your feet.

You were making your way to the kitchen, but you found yourself stopping in your tracks when you heard a familiar voice. “Oh, Y/N, I’d love to have some cereal.” You held your breath as your body tensed up in a panic. The voice you were hearing was full of pure hatred and it was directed to you. You nervously gulped as you turned on your heels to see who you were suspecting all along. It was Wyatt and Chris’ future selves, but they weren’t the sweet and innocent boys you knew and loved, they were evil. Both of them had longer hair, and were wearing black clothes while their expressions were turned to an angered one. “Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Wyatt..” You spoke his name in a soft tone of voice, as your eyes trailed over to his little brother, who was now inching closer.

“That’s right, Y/N.” Chris said, “It’s us and we’re evil now, all thanks to you leaving us behind after our family died.”

“You have no idea the damage that did to us as we grew up,” Wyatt practically spit out his words, his tone hardened. “Grandpa was a complete wreck, he wasn’t able to protect us from the demons who got to us. Not like you would’ve been able to. You should’ve been there, Y/N, you should’ve stayed!”

“I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered out those words, but Wyatt wasn’t having that.

“You said that so many times before, but if you were sorry, you would’ve come back!” His voice rose at you, you opened your mouth to say you were sorry again, that you were sorry for everything, but both of the boys weren’t going to let that happen as fireballs formed in their hands.

~~~

You let out a terrified gasp and bolted awake when you felt someone shake you back to a conscious state. “Sweetheart, wake up!” Dean shouted at you, a worried expression was etched along his face when your eyes met his.

You began controlling your breathing as you looked around at your surroundings, trying to figure out where you were before you looked back at your boyfriend. "I take it I was having a nightmare?” You asked, although you already knew the answer.

“Yeah, another one.” Dean said, dropping himself back into his seat and focusing on the neighborhood that he parked in for the next case all of you would be working on. “First, Sam’s having nightmares about Jessica and now you?”

“Hey, at least I got some sleep.” Sam tried to tell his brother after what he pointed out, you realized he had woken up from a nightmare of his own..

“Yeah, you know, sooner or later, we’re gonna talk about these nightmares you both keep having.” Dean said, but you just ignored his comment, focusing your attention on something else.

“Are we here?” You asked, turning your head around to look at the police station behind you.

“Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio.” Dean said, focusing his attention on a pad of papers that he was writing on.

Sam picked up the newspaper full of obituaries, looking at the one of Steven Shoemaker. Steven’s cause of the death was a stroke, but the death seemed a bit suspicious, as his eyes seemed to have exploded. “So, what do you think really happened to this guy?” Sam questioned, reading the small biography on the man.

“That’s what we’re gonna find out.” Dean explained, leaning into the backseat and throwing down his belongings next to you before sitting back normally in his seat. “Let’s go.” He order, opening up the front door and stepping outside. You and Sam followed behind, him into the building and headed down a long hallway until you camp up to a door that had a black sign above it, letting you all know it was the morgue.

You stepped inside first, examining the place see it was filled with empty office desks until you saw a bald man dressed in scrubs sitting at a desk, reading what looked to be a very large book. Dean smiled at the man as they greeted each, he looked up from his book and gave all of you glances.

“Can I help you?” He asked, lifting his head up from the palm of his hand.

You looked over at the boys, hoping they could come up with a lie on the spot. Sam had a slight panicked look, but Dean was quick to speak. “Yeah, we’re the…med students.” He said, nodding his head.

“Sorry?” The man asked, dropping his arm to the desk.

“Oh, Doctor Fliglavitch didn’t tell you?” Dean asked, pointing at the desk that you passed earlier. “We talked to him on the phone. We’re from Ohio State. He’s supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It’s for our paper.”

But the man wasn’t buying it, he polity smiled. “Well, I’m sorry, he’s at lunch.” He explained, looking at the three of you with suspicion.

You turned your head to look at Dean, wondering what he was going to say next. He looked at you and Sam, as if you were going to jump in, but you didn’t dare to speak. “Well, he said, uh…” He turned to look at the man again and smiled. “Oh, well, you know, it doesn’t matter. You don’t mind showing ups the body, do you?”

“Sorry, I can’t.” The man simply said. “Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him, if you want.”

“An hour?” Dean pretend to think about it as he looked at you and Sam. “We got to be heading back to Columbus by then.” He turned his head and gave the guy a pleading look. “Look man, this paper’s like half our grade, so if you don’t mind helping us out?”

“Oh, look man. No.” The man said, giving Dean a blank stare.

Dean sarcastically smiled, turning around as he mumbled underneath his breath. “I’m gonna hit him in his face, I swear."

Sam stepped in front of his brother and smiled at the man as he took out his wallet. You watched as he pulled out a hundred dollars in twenties and threw it down on the desk. The man was a bit taken back by Sam’s actions, but he picked it up and grinned at three of you. "Follow me.” He ordered, getting up from his seat and heading to the morgue.

As Sam stepped forward to follow the man, Dean grabbed him by his jacket sleeve, yanking him back and turning him around to face the two of you. “Dude, I earned that money.” Dean argued in a whispered tone. Sam just scoffed.

“You won it in a poker game.” Sam reminded his older brother, rolling his eyes as Dean looked at him like it meant something special to him.

You all headed back, seeing that the man had rubber gloves and a white apron on and had pulled out the body, which had a white sheet placed on top of it.

“Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding.” Sam said, looking down at the man and then the body.

“More than that.” He explained, lifting off the sheet so all of you could see the body. “They practically liquified.” You couldn’t help but lean over slightly to examine.

“Any sign of struggle, maybe somebody did it to him?” Dean asked, turning his attention to focus on the corner after staring at the body for a long period of time.

“Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone.” He explained.

“What’s the official cause of death?” You asked, taking your gaze away from the body.

The corner shrugged. “Doc’s not sure. He’s thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm.” He looked down at the body, cracking a joke. “Something burst up in there, that’s for sure.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, giving the corner a curious look.

“Intense cerebral bleeding.” The corner explained, looking at the three of you before glancing down at the body. “This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“But the eyes? What would cause something like that?” Sam wondered, you couldn’t help but stare down at the body again.

“Capillaries can burst. I see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims.” The corner went on, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs?” Dean asked, looking up from the body and at the corner again.

“That’s a first for me.” The corner admitted, smiling as he looked up at the three of you. “But, hey, I’m not the doctor.”

“Do you think we could take a look at that police report?” you asked. “You know, for our paper?”

The corner looked at you with a sly smirk. “I’m not really supposed to show you that.” He pondered on the thought, his eyes dropping to Sam. The youngest Winchester rolled his eyes, shoving a hand inside his pocket and pulled out his wallet to pay the man again.

~~~

After looking around at the information, the three of you headed back out to the staircase. You didn’t know if this was just a freak accident, or if it was something more.

“Might not be one of ours.” Sam pondered on the thought, walking in sync with his brother downstairs. “Might just be some freak medical thing.”

“How many times in Dad’s long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?” Dean asked.

Sam sighed, turning around to take another staircase. “Uh, almost never.” He admitted.

“Exactly.” Dean said, turning to look at his brother with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, squeezing in between the brothers and looked at both of them. “Let’s go talk to the daughter next, I have a feeling she might know more.”

~~~

When you arrived at the Shoemaker household, you stepped inside the front door that was wide open. Your eyes gazed around the home to see a handful of people spread around the place, dressed in black clothing and handkerchiefs in their hands to dry their eyes. You politely smiled at faces that gave you either curious looks or glares. You heard Dean make a comment, just staring at the people dressed in black formal clothing.

You shoved your hands inside your pockets and followed behind through the home until you made your way into the backyard. The three of you approached a group of four girls, you noticed the daughters were sitting next to one another, being comforted by their friends.

“You must be Donna, right?” Dean politely asked, looking down at the girl with the short hair.

“Yeah.” She answered, looking at him.

“Hi, uh, we’re really sorry.” Sam spoke up. “I’m Sam, this is Dean, and that’s his girlfriend, Y/N. We worked with your dad.”

Donna turned her head to the left to look at her friend, a look of confusion spread across her face when she glanced back at Sam. “You did?” She asked in a shocked tone.

“Yeah, this whole thing.” Dean said, shaking his head. “I mean, a stroke.”

“I don’t think she wants to talk about this right now.” Her friend spoke up, giving Dean a dirty look.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” Donna mumbled, turning head to look at her friend.

Dean decided to speak up again. “Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?” He asked, Donna shook her head no.

That’s when her little sister turned around and looked at Donna. “That’s because it wasn’t a stroke.” She admitted, you turned your attention onto her, wondering what she was talking about.

“Lily, don’t say that.” Donna whispered.

“What?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Donna looked at you and politely smiled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, she’s just upset.”

“It happened because of me.” Lily kept going on, trying to blame herself.

“Sweetie, don’t say that.” Donna whispered, looking down at her sister with a soft expression.

You walked over and bent down so you were at eye level with the youngest Shoemaker. “Lily, why would you say something like that?” You asked.

She looked down at her feet and sighed. “Right before he died, I said it.” She admitted, looking at you.

“You said what?” You questioned, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that’s what she does.” She explained, you glanced over your shoulder to see the brothers had a grim look spread across their faces. They didn’t seem to be buying the story, and neither was Donna. You didn’t know what to think, you’ve heard of Bloody Mary before and all of the things you’ve seen had you believing in the legend, but this wasn’t how it went.

“That’s not why Dad died. This isn’t your fault.” Donna cut in, she grabbed her sister’s hand and softly squeezed it.

“I think your sister’s right, Lily.” You said. “There’s no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn’t say it, did he?”

She glanced down at the ground before looking at you. “No, I don’t think so.” She said.

You got back up and smiled at the four girls, excusing yourselves to leave them be. The three of you walked back into the house and snuck upstairs to take a look at the bathroom where Steven died. You followed behind Sam and Dean as they approached a closed door and stopped. Sam slowly opened it, seeing that it lead to the bathroom, you glanced down at the floor and winced at when you saw that blood stains were left on the tiled floor.

“The Bloody Mary legend.” Sam said, eyes glancing around the bathroom. “Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?”

Dean shook his head. “Not that I know of.” He said, stepping inside the room and turning on the light.

Sam bent down and ran his fingers over the blood stains. “I mean, everywhere else, all over the country, kids have played Blood Mary.” He said, now standing up and heading inside. “And as far as we know, nobody dies from it.”

“Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it’s just a story, but here it’s actually happening here.” Dean said, turning around so he could look at you.

“Do you think this is the place where the legend began?” You asked, watching as Dean stepped to the mirror and opened it up, to take a peek at the medicine cabinet. “But according to the legend, the person who says-” You noticed the mirror was pointing at you, so you slammed it shut in case this were true and continued. “The person who says ‘You Know What’ gets it, but here?”

“Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah. Never heard anything like that one before. ” He said, looking at you as you nodded your head. “Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror. And the daughter’s right. The way the legend goes,” Dean’s eyes glanced at the mirror before looking back at you and Sam. “'You Know Who’ scratches your eyes out.”

“It’s still worth checking into.” Sam thought out loud, looking at the two of you for an answer.

Suddenly you heard footsteps echo off the wooden floors outside in the hall, you all gave each other panicked looks as Sam dashed to see who it was, he stopped at the doorway when he saw it was the friend from earlier. She stopped and placed a hand on the wall.

“What are you doing up here?” She asked, looking at the three of you with suspicion.

You looked at the boys, hoping they could make up a story. “We…” Dean looked at his brother for a second before turning his attention on the girl. “We had to go to the bathroom.”

“Who are you?” She pressed, looking at Dean.

“Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna’s Dad.” Dean explained, taking a quick glance at the two of you.

“He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself.” She said.

“No, I know, I meant…” Dean tried to make up another lie, stuttering out an excuse, but he wasn’t quick enough.

“And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that?” She asked as a smile spread across her lips when all of you stood quiet. “So you tell me what’s going on or I start screaming.”

You rolled your eyes at her threat. “All right. All right.” You said, throwing up a hand so Dean couldn’t say something stupid. “We think something happened to Donna’s dad.”

“Yeah, a stroke.” She snapped, you clenched your jaw.

“You might want to open up a medical book sometime, Blondie. That’s not the sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else.” You said, giving her a glare.

“Like what?” She asked, her eyes jumping to the bathroom floor before looking back at Sam.

“Honestly, we don’t know yet.” Sam explained. “But we don’t want it to happen again to anyone else. That’s the truth.”

“So if you’re gonna scream, go right ahead.” Dean said, nodding his head at her.

She was quiet for a few moments, rethinking her decisions. “Who are you, cops?” She questioned.

The three of you looked at one another. “Something like that.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Tell you what, here.” Sam dug inside his pocket, pulling out a pen and piece of paper to scribble something down. “If you think of anything, you and your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call.”

Sam handed her the piece of paper as he walked by, you and Dean followed, leaving her alone to stare at the piece of paper.

~~~

“All right, say Bloody Mary is really haunting this town. There’s gonna be some sort of proof, right?” Dean asked, heading inside the local library as you and Sam followed. “A local woman who died nasty.”

“Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it’s hard.” Sam theorized. “I mean, there’s like fifty different versions of who is actually is. Once story says she’s a witch, another say’s she’s a mutilated bride. There’s a lot more.”

“So what are we supposed to be looking for?” Dean asked.

“Well, every version’s got a few things in common.” You spoke up, walking faster so you could stand next to Dean on his left side. “It’s always a woman named Mary and she always dies in front of a mirror.”

“So we’ve got to search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary that fits the bill.” Sam said, stopping when you all got into the room where the computers and shelves of different books surrounded you.

“Well, that sounds annoying.” Dean remarked, looking around at the place.

“No, It won’t be so bad, as long as we…” Sam turned his head and frowned when he noticed all of the computers that were lined up had a white piece of paper that had OUT OF ORDER written on it. “Ha, I take it back. This will be very annoying.”

~~~

After finding enough materials, the three of you headed back to the motel to do some research. You started reading as soon as you sat down on the bed while Dean sat at the table. Sam laid on the bed closest to the door and shut his eyes for a few moments before he was passed out.

Halfway through the book, you let out a yawn. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open for just a bit longer, but you couldn’t do it. You hadn’t been getting enough sleep the past few weeks, so it was no wonder you were tired. You put the book down right next to you and told Dean that you were going to take a ten minute nap, which he was fine with. But it turned into an hour.

So now he was left to do all the research by himself. Not that he minded, it was nice to see that you were finally getting some sleep. You looked so peaceful to him.. so gorgeous. Both you and Sam’s nightmares were getting out of control and when you had them, you and Sam could never wake up. Dean would spend five or so minutes trying to get either one of you back to consciousness again and the both of you would eventually wake up. But you, you always looked drained, as if the nightmares you were having always took a mental toll on you.

Dean glanced over to see that his brother had woken up when he heard the sound of gasping. His breathing was heavy as he tried to bring himself back to a normal state.

Why’d you let me fall asleep?“ Sam whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

"Cause I’m an awesome brother.” Dean muttered, looking over at Sam. “So, what did you dream about?”

“Lollipops and candy canes.” Sam sarcastically replied, turning his head to look at Dean. He just rolled his eyes. “You find anything?”

“Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration? No.” Dean said, slamming his book in annoyance. “I looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine, committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave. But, uh…no Mary.”

Sam sighed to himself, throwing himself back onto the pillow as he pondered. “Maybe we just haven’t found it yet.."

"I’ve been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There’s nothing.” Dean admitted. “Whatever’s happening here, maybe it just ain’t Mary.”

Before Sam could respond, his phone began to ring. He picked it up and looked down to see who was calling, but it was an unknown number. He answered anyway, pressing the phone against his ear and said hello.

You woke up at the noise, your eyes slowly fluttered open and you looked around the room to see that Sam was awake now, talking to someone on the phone as Dean was still in the same spot. You inhaled a deep breath as you sat up and brought your knees up to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them to hold them into place. You found yourself gazing at the wall on the other side of the room, your heart was feeling heavy inside of your chest as you thought about the nightmare you had again, the same one you had this morning before going into the morgue.

“Morning, sweetheart.“ Dean said after noticing you were now awake as he grabbed another book and flipped it open. He started to read over it, but when you didn’t respond, he looked back over at you to see that you were in some sort of trance, the expression on your face had fallen into a look of heartache. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

It took a minute until you finally looked back at Dean and noticed that he was giving you a look of concern. “Yeah.” You lied to him, bringing yourself back into reality as you apologized when you realized he did all of the work. "I’m sorry. You should have woken me up.”

He shook his head. “No, sweetheart, it’s fine. You needed the sleep."

You nodded your head, before looking at Sam as he got off the phone, he had a shocked expression, leaving you and Dean worried. "That was Charlie, Donna’s friend from earlier.” He explained. “Someone else died.”

~~~

You sat on the bench at the park next to Charlie as she cried, trying to explain how her friend passed away. “And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her- her eyes…they were gone.” She sniffed, looking at the three of you.

“I’m sorry.” Sam apologized.

“And she said it. I heard her say it.” Charlie admitted, the three of you looked at one another. “But it couldn’t be because of that. I’m insane, right?” She wanted reassurance from all of you, but you could only let out a sigh.

“No, you’re not insane.” You said, looking down at her.

“God, that makes me feel so much worse.” She mumbled as she looked down at the ground.

“Look,” Sam began, giving Charlie a look of sympathy. “We think something might be happening here, something that can’t be explained.”

“And we’re gonna stop it.” Dean interrupted, glancing at Charlie. “But we could use your help.”

~~~

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(1.4) Phantom Traveler: Part three

“Face your fears”

Paring: Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language, fluff

Summary:  After the mysterious crash of a commercial airliner, Y/N and the boys are called in by a family friend to investigate. They soon learn they are dealing with a disaster-causing demon, and will need to board a doomed flight in order to exorcise it. The problem is, Y/N is afraid of planes.

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You were back in the Impala and on the way to finding out which flight the passengers the demon was going after were going to be on. Sam was finishing up another call with one of the passengers, pretending to be an employee of the airlines asking for a bogus survey.

“Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don’t forget your friend your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks.” Sam hung up the phone and pulled out the list of passengers, crossing off a few names. “That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They’re not flying anytime soon.”

“Our only wild card is the flight attendant Amanda Walker.” Dean said, glancing over to look at the sheet before turning his attention back on the road.

“Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight o'clock. It’s her first night back on the job.” Sam explained, dropping the paper and pen back into his lap as he looked over at his brother.

“That’s sounds like just our luck.” Dean muttered underneath his breath.

“This is a five hour drive.” You reminded Dean of what he seemed to be forgetting. “Even with you behind the wheel.”

Dean rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Sam, ignoring your comment. “Call Amanda’s cellphone again, see if we can’t head her off at the pass.”

Sam scratched the back of his head and sighed. “I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off.” He dropped his hand back to his lap. “God, we’re not gonna make it.”

“We’ll make it.” Dean said as he pressed his foot on the gas pedal.

You let out a quiet sigh as you pulled your phone out of your back pocket. You flipped it open and scrolled through the contacts until you came across Piper. You knew it was dumb, but you had sent her a text message, letting her know what was going on the past couple of days. You told her it was weird coming across a demon without her or her sisters with you, and you also told her that you wished she were here.

She was never going to respond to your message, and you knew that. But it still didn’t hurt to at least pretend that she and her sister’s were alive. Not only did you send a text message to her, but you also texted Victor, after the longest time of not reaching out to him, you finally did. You told him how you missed him, and asked how your two favorite nephews were doing. It’s been a day since you texted him, though. And your stomach was beginning to twist into knots at the thought of him being dead, too.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as you flipped your phone shut and began playing with your bracelet. Dean glanced into the rearview mirror and watched as you turned your head to look out the window as you rested yourself back against the leather seats. He was concerned at the state you were in, he thought it was just because you were nervous about this case. But the truth was, you were feeling homesick.

~~~

You all managed to get to the airport just in time and ran inside the terminal booth, dodging people that were roaming around with their roll on luggage. You headed up to three screens that showed all the flights that would be taking off tonight. Your eyes scanned for the one that Amanda would be taking, your arm shot up and pointed at where you found it.

“Right there. They’re boarding in thirty minutes.” You said, looking at the boys.

“Okay. We still have some cards to play.” Dean looked around at the place. “We need to find a phone.”

He ran off and you and Sam followed behind. It didn’t take long for you to find one, Dean grabbed it as you leaned in close. “Hi, Gate thirteen.” A female voice answered on the other line.

“I’m trying to contact Amanda Walker. She’s a flight attendant on flight, um…” Dean stuttered, looking at both of you for an answer. You rolled your eyes and whispered out the number. “Flight 424.”

On the overhead, you heard her name being announced. You tapped your foot against the floor, becoming impatient at how slow this was taking. After a few seconds, you heard a second female voice answer the phone. “This is Amanda Walker.” She spoke up.

“Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital.” Dean began to make up a lie, you and Sam gave him a confused look. “We have a Karen Walker here.” She sounded frantic when she repeated the girl’s name. “Nothing serious- just a minor car accident, but she was injured , so-” But the plan didn’t go through when Amanda spoke up.

“That’s impossible. I just got off the phone with her.” Amanda said, disbelief lacing her voice.

Dean was quiet for a few moments. You sighed to yourself and clenched your jaw. “You what?” He asked.

“Five minutes ago.” Amanda explained, her tone became harder as she continued on speaking. “She’s at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?”

“Uh, well…there must be some mistake.” Dean let out a nervous laugh, knowing he just got busted.

“And how would you even know I was here?” She went on, you and Sam leaned in closer, trying to listen into the conversation better. “Is this one of Vince’s friends?”

“Guilty as charged.” Dean lied.

Amanda chuckled out of annoyed. “Wow. This is unbelievable.” She hissed.

“He’s really sorry.” Dean tried to apologize, throwing his hand up in the air.

Amanda was quiet for a few moments, before speaking up again. “Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?” She asked.

“Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so-” Dean tried to speak up, but she cut him off.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s too late.” She admitted.

You ripped the phone out of Dean’s hands, ignoring his silent protests as you pressed the phone against your ear. “Amanda? This is one of Vince’s…lady friends. Look, from a girl’s perspective, you shouldn’t be like this. You should see the poor guy, he’s a mess.” You lied, pretending as if she was your friend. “Really. It’s quite pathetic.”

Her tone changed quickly, becoming softer. “Really?”

You smiled and nodded, as if she could see you. “Oh, yeah.”

“Look, I’ve got to go.” She said, you frowned at what you heard. “Tell him to call me when I land.”

“No, no. Wait, Amanda.” You repeated her name over the phone, but all you heard was the dial tone. You slammed the phone back on the hook and sighed.

You followed behind the boys as they walked away, Dean cursing underneath his breath as he walked around in slight circles. You brought your bottom lip in between your teeth and chewed at it softly.

“All right. It’s time for Plan B. We’re getting on that plane.” Sam said, looking at you and Dean.

But you and Dean weren’t so happy with the idea. “No, just hold on a second.” Dean began, but Sam cut him off before he had the chance to say anything.

“That plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board,” Sam snapped at his brother. “And if we’re right,” He looked around and whispered. “That plane is gonna crash.”

“I know.”

“We’re getting on the plane,” Sam stated. “We need to find that demon and exorcise it. We’ll get the tickets and you guys get whatever you can out of the trunk. Meet me back here in five minutes.” As Sam turned around, he noticed that you and Dean were not moving an inch from where you were supposed to be heading. Sam gave you a worried look. “Are you guys okay?” He asked.

You and Dean were quiet for a few moments, Dean shrugged his shoulders as he looked around the place before making eye contact with Sam. “I'm not.” He admitted, shaking his head slightly.

"Yeah, me neither." You muttered underneath your breath.

“What? What’s wrong?” Sam leaned in closer, giving you a serious look.

“Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh…” Dean tried to explain it with hand gestures, Sam couldn’t help but smile at what he was admitting.

“Flying?” Sam asked, biting back another smile.

“Well, look at that.” You couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle as you looked over at Dean. “We’re both afraid of flying.. this has never really been an issue until now.”

“You two are joking, right?” Sam tried to laugh it off. But you both still had a look of fear on your faces, Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean stomped his foot like a child. “Do I look like I’m joking?” He hissed. “Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?”

Sam sighed, trying to figure out another way to make this work. “All right. Uh, I will go.” But you weren’t so happy with Sam’s plan.

“What are you, nuts? The plane’s gonna crash.” You stated, throwing you arm in the air.

“Okay- we can do this together.” Sam slowly said. “Or I can go alone. I’m not seeing a third option here.”

You looked around the place again, trying to make up your mind about what to do. It took a minute until you sighed to yourself and rolled your eyes. “Fine." You hissed underneath your breath. "We’ll go. Only because your plan is stupid.”

Sam raised a brow up at you, but you didn't notice as you began walking away with Dean trailing close behind. Seconds later, his lips twitched into a small smile when he realized that you were worried about losing him. If either brother was going to die, you were going to die with them.

~~~

After getting your tickets and boarding the plane, the three of you settled into your seats. You sat in the middle of the boys, Dean sat closest to the aisle and Sam settled on the window seat. You tapped your foot against the floor of the plane as you observed a manual of what to do if the plane were to crash. Dean was doing the same. But when the plane started to go up into the air, the man quickly grabbed a hold of your hand.

After a few minutes into the flight, humming filled your ears. Sam turned his head to see that Dean was leaned back in his seat. He looked at him with a confused face. “You’re humming Metallica?”

“Calms me down.” He explained, Sam scoffed and paid attention back to the window.

You sighed as you put the manual back where you found it, before looking over at Dean, who still had his eyes closed and hummed to himself. “Look, I know you two are nervous, all right? But you guys got to stay focused.” Sam said to you and his brother. “I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it’s possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism.” Sam explained in a rush tone, you rolled your eyes. He wasn’t helping much.

“On a crowded plane. That’s gonna be easy.” You muttered in a hissed tone.

“Just take it one step at a time, all right?” Sam whispered, trying to calm you down. “Now, who is it possessing?” He asked, turning his head to look at the both of you.

“It’s usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness,” You explained. “You know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through, somebody with an addiction or emotional distress.” You turned your head to look up at the stewardess walking around the aisle and checking on other passengers. “This is Amanda’s first flight after the crash.” You said, sitting back down in your seat. “If I were her, I’d be pretty messed up.”

Dean nodded, turning his attention to the blonde stewardess that stopped right next to your row. “Excuse me, are you Amanda?” He asked, she smiled and shook her head. “Oh, my mistake.”

As she walked away, you slightly stood back up in your seat and saw another blonde woman in the back of the plane fixing up a cart. You plopped back down and looked at the brothers once more. “All right, that’s got to be Amanda back there, so I’ll go talk to her and.. read her mental state, I guess.”

You were about to get up from your seats, but two hands kept you in place. You saw that both of the brothers were pinning you down. You gave them a confused look. “What if she’s already possessed? We can’t have you go in there.” Dean said, his voice filled with worry.

“There’s ways to test that.” You leaned over and opened up your duffel bag, pulling out a small container of holy water.

Sam ripped the bottle out of your hands and tucked it into his jacket, before clearing his throat. “No. I think we can go more subtle.” He insisted. “If she’s possessed, she’ll flinch at the name of God.”

“Oh, yeah.” You muttered. You got out of your seat and headed over to the back, but Sam called for you again. You leaned over Dean’s seat. “What?” You asked.

“Make sure to say it in Latin.” He reminded me, you nodded your head.

As you took a few more steps to the back, he called you back again. You went back to the seats and leaned over. “Sam, what!?” You hissed out in anger.

“Uh, in Latin it’s ‘Cristo.’” He reminded you.

You rolled your eyes. “Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!” You wanted to yell, but it came out as a whisper. He was quiet again.

You sighed to yourself and stood back up again, but you were stopped for the third time as Dean called out for you. You went back over to them, wondering what he wanted. “Be safe, okay?”

You nodded your head, letting him know that you’d be fine before you started walking to the back. There was a slight turbulence that caused the plane to shake, but you quickly caught yourself on two seats before you could fall. You let in a deep breath and composed yourself, getting back up and walking to where you saw Amanda.

You smiled and slowly inched yourself into the little spot, saying hello as she just smiled at you. “Can I help you with something?” She asked, placing a cup on a stack with others.

“Oh, no. I’m just a bit of an uneasy flier.” You admitted smiling again. “It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit.”

“It happens to the best of us.” She said, continuing to move things around on her cart.

“Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy for you.” You said, rubbing your hands together as she laughed.

“You’d be surprised.” She muttered underneath her breath.

“Really? You’re a nervous flier?” You asked.

“Yeah, maybe- a little bit.” She smiled at you, shrugging her shoulders.

You smiled. “How is that being a stewardess, you’re scared to fly?”

“Kind of a long story.” She admitted, reaching over to grab a stack of paper towels, she looked at you for a few seconds. You nodded your head.

“Right. Sorry for asking.” You apologized giving her a smile. Both of you stood in a silence for a few moments, until you spoke up again. “Have you ever considered other employment?”

“No,” She admitted. “Look, everyone’s afraid of something. I just, uh…I’m not gonna let it hold me back."

You licked your lips, looking down at your feet as you sighed and muttered underneath you breath, "Cristo."

Amanda stopped what she was doing and looked up at you. "I’m sorry, did you say something?”

You shifted around in your spot, giving her a small smile. “Cristo?” You asked, seeing if she would freak out. But all she did was look at you with confusion. You sighed, shaking your head. “Nothing. Never mind."

You made your way back to the aisle and to the boys. You got back into your seat. They looked at you, wondering what happened back there. "All right, well, she’s got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet.” You admitted, adjusting yourself into a comfortable position.

“You said 'Cristo’? And?” Sam asked, leaning over and looking at you with curiosity.

“There’s no demon in her.” You said, turning your head to look at him. “There’s no demon getting in her.”

Sam looked straight ahead and sighed to himself. “So, if it’s on the plane, it can be anyone…anywhere.”

Suddenly the plane began to go into another turbulence as it shook around. You let out a small squeak and clutched onto Dean, who was clutching onto the arm rests. “Come on! That can’t be normal!” He shouted as his expression filled with concern.

“It’s just a little turbulence,” Sam explained in a calm down.

You turned your head to look at him, a frown stretching on your lips. “Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating us like we’re fucking four.” You hissed out.

Sam rolled his eyes. “You two need to calm down.”

“Well, I’m sorry we can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap. It’s not helping.” Dean snarled at Sam, Sam let out a breath and rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Listen here,” Sam hissed, leaning over so he was close enough to look at him. “If you two are panicked, you’re wide open for demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now.”

You and Dean became quiet at his tone. You turned your head to focus on the back of the seat that was in front of you as you exhaled deeply. Sam narrowed your eyes and shook his head, sitting back in his seat.

“Now,” Sam spoke up, getting everyone’s attention as he pulled out a book. “I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work- the Ritual Romano.”

“What do we have to do?” Dean asked, looking at him.

“It’s two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim’s body.” Sam explained. “It makes it manifest, which makes it more powerful.”

“More powerful? How?” Dean asked, giving his brother a worried look.

“Well, it doesn’t need to possess someone anymore. It can wreck havoc on its own.” Sam said, you wanted to smack him.

“Oh, and why is that a good thing?” You hissed out, giving him a glare.

Sam looked down at the book and explained. “Well, because the second part sends the Bastard back to hell once and for all.”

“First thing’s first- we got to find it.” You stated.

Dean pulled out his little E.M.F. Meter and check the passengers to see if the demon was possessing any of them. He started at the end, slowly making his way down to the beginning part of the place. You signaled for Sam to follow you when you decided to check up on Dean and see what he found.

You approached Dean with his back turned to you, as you placed a hand on his shoulder, he jumped around. When he saw it was only the two of you, he sighed in relief. “Don’t do that.” He hissed.

“I’m sorry.” You said, a frown stretching across your lips. “Did you find anything?”

“No, nothing. How much time we got?” He asked, turning his attention to Sam.

Sam looked down at his watch, then at you and Dean. “Fifteen minutes.” He said, looking around at the passengers. “Maybe we missed somebody.”

“Maybe it’s not on the plane.” Dean said, earning a confused look from his brother.

“You believe that?” Sam asked, shaking his head at what the oldest Winchester thought.

“Well, I will if you will.” Dean suggested.

You looked up at Dean, who looked became quiet, acting like he just saw a ghost. You gave him a worried look, but he wasn’t paying attention to you and Sam, his gaze was fixed on something else. You turned your head to see one of the pilots that stepped out of a small room and smiled at Amanda, heading to the cockpit.

“Cristo.” Dean muttered.

You watched as the pilot stopped in his tracks, twitching slightly at the word. His head turned around and looked at the three of you. You nervously gulped when his eyes turned black.

Dean bolted down the aisle when he saw the demon, you quickly trailed behind when you knew exactly where he was heading. “She’s not going to believe us.” You tried to catch up with him, ignoring the looks that passengers were giving you.

“Twelve minutes, Y/N.” He reminded you of the time that was slowly passing by until there was a possible crash.

You squeezed into the small space behind Dean and Sam. Amanda turned around and spotted you first, she smiled warmly at you. “Flight’s not too bumpy for you, I hope.” She said in a joking tone.

“Actually, that’s kind of what we need to talk to you about.” You began, trying to sound normal as Sam pulled the curtain back to give all of you privacy.

“Um, okay.” She said in slightly confused tone, but she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “What can I do for you?”

“This is gonna sound nuts, but we just don’t have time for the whole 'the truth is out there’ speech right now.” Dean said bluntly, looking around.

Sam stepped into the conversation, leaning over his brother’s shoulder and put out a hand, he smiled slightly. “Look, we know you were on flight 2485.” Sam admitted.

Her face dropped into panic as she looked at the three of you. “Who are you guys?”

“We’ve spoken to some of the other survivors.” Sam continued, trying to explain this situation. “We know something brought down the plane. It wasn’t mechanical failure.”

“We need to stop it from happening again.” Dean continued on, but Amanda wasn’t in the mood to hear anymore.

She shook her head, walking up to push the three of you out of there. “I’m sorry. I-I'm very busy.”

Dean managed to stop her before she could leave by putting a hand on her shoulder and looking at her straight in the eye. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.” He tried to calm the scared girl down. “I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?”

“Listen to me.” You said, getting her attention. “The pilot from flight 2485, Chuck Lambert- he’s dead.”

“What?” She asked, shaking her head at the news you told her. “Chuck is dead?”

You nodded your head. “He died in a plane crash.” You said. “That’s two plane crashes in two months. That doesn’t strike you as strange?” She didn’t say anything as she looked down at the ground, trying to process the information you gave her.

Sam scratched the top of his head, trying to think of something else, before he spoke up again. “There was something wrong with 2485. There’s something wrong with this flight, too.”

“Amanda, you have to believe us.” Dean said.

She kept quiet for a few moments, looking around the place as all of you stared at her, waiting for her to say something. She swallowed and spoke up. “On…” She rubbed her forehead as she continued. “On 2485, there was this man. He…had these eyes.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what we’re talking about.” Sam said, smiling at the woman.

“What are you asking me to do?” She asked in a rushed tone, looking at you with suspicion.

“Get the copilot. We need you to bring him back here.” you explained.

“What does he have to do with anything?” She questioned, you shook your head, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Don’t have time to explain. We just need to talk to him.” Dean said, trying to sound calm.

“How am I supposed to get the copilot-” She began arguing, but Sam cut her off.

“Tell him there’s something’s broken back here, whatever will get him out of the cockpit.” Sam tried to explain of what she needed to do, but she still wasn’t budging, making up another excuse.

“Do you know I could lose my job if you-”

“You’re gonna lose a lot more than your job if you don’t help us out!” You hissed, at her.

She looked at the boys, who were giving her pleading looks. Amanda silently stood there for a few seconds, before she took in a death breath and nodded her head, agreeing to help you. You watched as she walked into the hall, and made her way to the door of the cock pit. She knocked it when she got there and a few seconds later, the pilot stepped out. After exchanging a few words, both of them began walking back to where the three of you were.

Sam pulled out the holy water from his jacket and Dean grabbed the book from his own, handing it over to his brother before peeking out of the curtains one more time to see they were getting closer. As soon as the pilot came in, Dean threw a punch straight at the man’s jaw, sending him backwards. Dean lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up before slamming his body back down on the ground. The man went to scream, but Dean placed a piece of tape on his mouth.

“What are you doing? You said you were just gonna to talk to him.” Amanda said, walking over to the boys.

“We are going to talk to him.” Dean said, struggling to keep the man’s hands pinned in his grip as Sam squirted holy water on his body. It sizzled and burned through his shirt, leaving three burn wounds.

“Oh, my God. What’s wrong with him?” She asked, her face written with panic at what she was seeing.

“Y/N, you need to calm her down. Take her outside and close the curtain” Sam instructed, looking over at you. You dug your nails into the palm of your hands, hating the fact that this is what you were having to come down to. He turned his attention to Amanda. “Don’t let anybody in, okay? Can you do that?”

She wasn’t paying much attention to Sam, her gaze was focused on the copilot. You grabbed her arm and spoke her name, nodding over at the curtain as you pulled her out of the room and closed the curtain behind her. You turned around just in time to see Dean punch the man one more.

“Hurry up, Sam. I don’t know how much longer I can hold him.” Dean hissed as he struggled to keep the man down. You bent down in between the boys and tried your hardest to help Dean as much as you could, but this man was strong.

Sam started the exorcism as he kept spraying holy water on the body. Everything seemed to be going according to plan until the demon until the bottle flew out Sam’s hand, and seconds later all of you went toppling to the ground.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes before getting back up pinning him back down again. Dean straddled his body, forcing him to stay still as Sam began to speak again. But the demon easily flicked you and Dean to the corner of the room. The lights began to flicker rapidly around you. He grabbed Sam by the collar and pulled him in close, a smirk spreading across his lips.

“I know what happened to your little girlfriend!” He taunted, his eyes flashing black. “She must have died screaming! Even now, she’s burning!” His attention turned towards you, and you could feel a sudden ping inside of your chest at the words he was speaking. “Same goes along with your mother, bitch.”

Dean lunged at the demon in anger of what was said, punching him in the jaw when he wasn’t looking, before managing to pin him back into place. Sam stared at the demon for a few seconds, losing focus as you just sat away from him. Dean called out to his brother, trying to get him to focus again.

Sam continued speaking, continuing to finish the exorcism. He dropped the journal to the floor and helped Dean as the demon groaned in pain and tried to keep itself inside the body. But a smoke of black air slowly rose out of the man’s mouth and into an air vent, something that you didn’t want to happen.

“Where did he go?” Sam asked, frantically looking around.

“He’s in the plane. Hurry up. You got to finish this.” You said, gesturing to the curtain. Somehow the demon managed to fling the book back into the hallway and Sam went to go get it.

As he was starting to do so, the plane lost its balance and started to fall. Your body was being thrown back against Dean’s as you heard screams from the front of the plane. Dean wrapped his arms around you from behind as you clutched onto the wall as best as you could.

All you could hear was the sound of the alarm blaring and your own screaming along with Dean’s. Your fingers dug into the wall as you silently prayed, hoping that Sam found the book in time before all of you were dead. It felt like forever, hearing all the noises and the shaking of the plane as you clutched on for dear life. But if you were going to die, at least you were dying in the arms of the man you loved.

It was a few seconds later until the plane slowly started to shake less, and pretty soon the plane stopped shaking. You opened your eyes to see that everything was back to normal.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself as best as you could. “Are you all right?” You heard Dean ask, his breathing was heavy he tried to control his breath.

You nodded your head and the both of you headed over to the curtain to peek outside, your gaze landed on Sam who was holding the journal, making you sigh in relief at the fact that everyone was safe again.

~~~

The plane landed back to the airport it was at before taking off. Police officers questioned the pilot, who had no memory of what happened, considering he was possessed. And Amanda was also speaking to an officer, you watched as she turned her head to the three of you and smiled, mouthing a thank you.

“Let’s get out of here.” Dean said, heading to the exit. As the three of you walked, you pulled out your phone when you could feel it vibrating in your back pocket. You flipped it open and stared down at it when you noticed that you didn’t get a call or a text. Maybe you were just going crazy. As for Sam, he seemed to be distracted with a thought, like he had been since the exorcism. Dean seemed to have caught on, giving you both a worried look. “You guys okay?” He asked, stopping you both in your tracks.

Sam stopped and turned around to speak to him while you kept your back turned to him. “Dean, it- it knew about Jessica.” He said in a whisper, looking around at the people that were walking past you.

“Sam, these things, they read minds. They lie.” Dean explained, acting as it wasn’t a big deal. “All right? That’s all it was.” Sam nodded, trying to act as if he believed that. But deep down, he was still shaken up. “Come on.” Dean patted his brother’s shoulder and the brothers both began heading out, leaving you standing there for a moment.

You knew how demons worked, of course they lied. But there were some you came across a few times that didn’t. That demon also knew about your mother, and as much as you hated to think about it, it terrified you. You brought a hand up to rub it down your face all before your attention was brought back to your phone when you felt it vibrating again.

When you opened it up again, you noticed that Victor was calling you. You held in a breath, letting it ring for a few seconds before finally answering it. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes began to well up with tears as you greeted the man. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry it took so long for me to respond, I’ve been-..” Victor breathed out a chuckle as he had gave out a lie. “I’ve been dealing.”

Your heart sank at his words. The Halliwell sisters were truly dead, at least, that’s what you were thinking. The truth was, as soon as you reached out to Victor, they didn’t want him telling you that they were still alive. Because they knew that you would’ve come back.

As much as they wanted to have you back in their life, they feared for the worst after what they were told by Zankou before they managed to Vanquish him; the demon that had killed your parents in order to get to you kept coming back around the Halliwell manor and especially Victor’s apartment to see if you would happen to pop back up at either of those places.

The only way you were going to stay safe is if you kept travelling around instead of coming back to the one place that would for sure get you killed. They wanted you away just until they found a way to get rid of this demon once and for all.

“I’m sorry, Vic.” You spoke in a soft tone of voice as you slowly began walking forward to the exit to catch up with both of the brothers. For some reason, you felt like all of this was your fault. “I can’t imagine how you and Wyatt must be feeling right now.”

“Wyatt’s been upset about it, Chris is a little too young to even understand what happened, but it’s sure going to hurt him when he gets older.” Victor said, you could hear him let out a sigh. “The boys miss you, sweetheart. So do I. I hope you’re doing good.”

“I’m hanging in there.” You lied, reaching up to wipe away a tear that was falling down your face. “I’ve been moving around to a lot of Motels. And to a lot of different states. I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life yet and it’s been months. How does one just go about their day and not feel lost when they’ve lost their family?”

Victor fell silent from your question, he hated having to lie to you. “You didn’t lose your whole family.” He muttered into the phone. “We may be states apart, but you are still like a daughter to me, okay? And you’re still like an aunt to Wyatt and Chris.”

You nodded your head at words, as if he were standing right in front of you. As you exited the airport, you could see that the brothers were leaning against the Impala as they were wrapping up a conversation they were having with Jerry, who had let them know that nobody knew what the three of you had done, but he sure did. Their father was going to be real proud of them. But before Jerry had a chance to walk away, the older Winchester wondered how the man had gotten his cellphone number, considering how he only had it for six months.

Jerry told the boys how their father gave it to him, and although he didn’t exactly talk to him, he called his number and it came up in the voicemail, telling him to give Dean a call. You said your goodbyes to Victor before hanging up as Jerry walked away from the brothers, leaving them completely confused at the news they had heard.

You headed up to the brothers, who asked you where you had been and you gave a little white lie, telling them that you had to use the restroom really badly. Sam and Dean believed it, and all of you decided to stay behind a a little bit longer as the boys sat on top of the trunk. You stood in front of them, watching as a plane flew right above you.

“This doesn’t make sense, man.” Sam said, shoving his hands inside his jacket pocket. “I’ve called Dad’s number like fifty times. It’s been out of service.”

You leaned in closer when you saw Dean type his father’s number into his phone and put it to his ear, listening as it went to voicemail.

“This is John Winchester. I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean- 785-555-0179. He can help.”

Both brothers kept quiet for a few moments, the expressions on their faces fell into looks of hurt. You wanted to say something, tell them that it was going to be alright, but you decided to keep quiet, watching as Sam got up and headed to the passenger side. Dean closed his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He walked up to the driver’s side and slipped himself in, slamming the door behind him.

You let out a sigh and bit down on your bottom lip. You hated that you didn’t know what to say to make this situation a bit better. You were their best friend, Dean’s girlfriend and you were failing at being there for them. Just like you failed at being there for Victor and your nephews.

~~~

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