(1.3) DITW: Part Three

I’ve got you, sweetheart: Part 4

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse, angst, little bit of fluff, reader has brain damage, self hatred, self doubt

Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Castiel Novak

Summary: Your mother marries an extremely abusive man, who abuses you to the point you get brain damage. You have a hard time with speech and learning all of the things you already learned before, but you have Dean by your side to help you every step of the way.

Word count: 1,934

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One nightmare. All it took was one nightmare to keep Dean awake. He thought that with you being in a much safer place now, everything would be okay. That he would be okay. But that wasn't the case.

Looking over to the right, he realized that he had only slept for a couple of hours after taking notice that the time was just a few minutes past one. He let out a soft groan as he shifted his body around to face you. It was dark, but Dean could tell that you were still asleep by the soft snores that came from you, something that should've given him enough comfort to fall back asleep again, he the man knew without a drink he wasn't going to be able to.

Dean did his best not to wake you as he sat himself up and pushed the covers off of his body, and when he had finally got up onto his feet, he slowly walked over to the door. He kept his arm stretched out so that he wouldn't accidentally bump into anything on the way. There wasn't a window, so no moonlight was shining into the room just to help the man see where everything was and he knew that it'd wake you if he had turned on the lamp that was settled on top of the nightstand.

But he managed. When he had got to the door, he opened it up just enough to slip himself out of the room and into the hallway. He shut the door quietly, before walking further down the hall and straight to the kitchen, where as he inched closer, he found himself growing rather confused when he noticed that the light was on.

He didn't expect anybody to be awake at this hour, especially his little brother, considering how he was an early bird and due to that, he liked to get to sleep earlier. But when Dean stepped into the room, he saw that Sam was sat down at the table with his laptop, a few tabs of different articles were open.

The younger man let his gaze drift away from the screen for a moment and upwards when he heard a pair of footsteps trudging their way into the room. After realizing that it was just his brother, he focused his attention back onto the article he was currently reading; something about how a married couple and their two young children were simply enjoying a camping trip up in Nebraska, but things quickly turned south when the kids went missing and their parents hearts were ripped out. Police say it was an animal attack, but Sam knew it was something else.

"Hey." Dean was the first one to speak up, breaking the silence that was lingering in the air. "What are you doing up?" He asked, making his way to the fridge to get out a bottle of beer. As he did, he couldn't help but take a quick glance at what Sam was looking at. But from where he was standing, he couldn't really see anything.

"I couldn't sleep." Sam mumbled, shutting his laptop to focus on his brother, who was now making his way over to the table. He watched as Dean popped off of the lid of his bottle before taking a long swing. "I was, uh.. worried about Y/N. I didn't realize how bad her condition was until she tried talking earlier." He admitted. "What about you?"

Dean brought the beer back down to the table and reached a hand up to run it down his face, a heavy sigh escaping past his lips. "I was asleep for a couple of hours, but I had a nightmare, so.. here I am." He finally said after a while, dropping his hand down to wrap it around the bottle. "I honestly thought things would get better now that she's here and safe, but I can't stop imagining what Paul did to her and how her own mother didn't even try to stop it."

"I can't either.." Sam admitted to his brother.

"I don't know, man." Dean mumbled, shaking his head as he picked at the label on the beer bottle. It was something he got a habit of doing any time he was feeling nervous or down. "I feel like if I hadn't been such a coward and just fought to stay so that Y/N and I could've gotten her shit packed up, she wouldn't be in this situation right now."

"Dean, you would've gone to jail if you had stayed." Sam tried to be the voice of reason, but his brother only let out a scoff, shaking his head as he brought the beer back up to his lips so he could take another drink. "Can you imagine someone who passed off as this sweet, religious man who everybody in town just thinks he could do no wrong because of the clothes he wears and a woman who would do anything to protect her husband telling the cops that you, Dean Winchester, was beating up your own girlfriend? In case you don't remember, we don't exactly have a great history with the law. You would be in jail and Y/N would still be in an unsafe house."

Dean took a moment to let what his brother was saying sink into his mind. He knew that he was right, you would still be stuck in that house with nobody to get you out of there. And you having brain damage would've been the least of his worries. That bastard could've killed you.

Nodding his head, he silently agreed with his brother before pointing over to the closed laptop. "What were you looking at when I came in?" He questioned in a curious tone.

"Uh.." Sam almost forgot about the case that had caught his interest. He propped his laptop back open, bringing the articles he had found back up before turning it around to show the man sitting across from him. "A married couple enjoying a camping trip with their kids ended up getting their hearts ripped out. The kids on the other hand.."

"Went missing." Dean finished his brother's sentence when his words had trailed off, he managed to figure it out after skimming through the article. "Must be a werewolf, you and mom should go check it out."

"Yeah, totally. I'll talk to her about it in the morning." Sam agreed, nodding his head. And before he could stop himself, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to come with us?"

Dean's eyes glanced up from the laptop screen to stare at the younger man, giving him a look that practically said he should've known better. "I would and you know that, but I've got Y/N to take care. And I'm going to need a break from hunting for a while." He said. "You and mom can handle this, and if you really need help call for Cas."

Sam nodded his head in understandment, mentally smacking himself for being so stupid for asking the question. He didn't say anything else as he turned the laptop back to him to further his research on this case. Meanwhile, Dean downed the rest of his beer before standing up and heading over to the trash can, where he tossed the bottle. He went to walk out, but stopped in his tracks to take a look back at his brother.

He could see a hint of sadness in the younger man's facial expressions, but the vibe that he was giving off the most was genuine concern. Letting out a sigh, Dean made his way back to Sam and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a gentle hug. "There's a lot of what if questions running through my mind right now, but one question that I know the answer to is that Y/N will be okay." He reassured him. "Stay safe when you go out there."

Sam nodded his head again, and for the first time since everything with your stepfather had gone down, his eyes teared up. "I will." He muttered out a promise.

With that, Dean let him go and walked out of the kitchen, and began making his way back to bed.

~~~

Even after he had fallen asleep an hour after waking up from that nightmare, Dean was still the first to wake up when morning came around. You weren't able wake up until around two in the afternoon, which left your boyfriend to keep coming in to make sure that you were still breathing. He'd wake you, but with how much your head must've still been hurting, he decided against it.

But when Dean came in for a fourth time, that's when you had waken up. And no, it wasn't because of him, it was because of that damn angel who constantly thinks it'd be okay to pop into a room without warning.

Dean found himself jumping backwards when he took notice of the all too familiar figure. And it wasn't long until he found himself getting annoyed. "Damn it, Cas!" He hissed out in a whispered tone, not wanting to wake you. "Not only are you scaring the living hell out of me, but you're spying on my girlfriend while she's sleeping? That's too much."

"I'm sorry, Dean." Castiel said in a loud enough voice to wake you. "I just wanted to make sure how she was doing."

"Dude, be quiet." Dean tried to shush the angel, but to his dismay, it was too late. You stirred around in the bed, letting out a tired groan before finally opening up your eyes. You looked around the room to see the both men standing still and staring at you. You could feel your stomach growling in hunger as you reached an arm up to place a hand on your head, a pitiful whimper escaping past your lips when you could feel the dull ache coming back to you. "Great. Just, great." Dean muttered in annoyance, throwing daggers to Castiel. "This is so.. great. She was really peaceful sleeping and now that she's awake she's feeling pain, thanks to you."

"I'm sorry, Dean.." The angel apologized once more, but what he said next annoyed the Winchester even more. "But I really think you get some food made for her. Unless it was a bear in her stomach, I think she's hungry."

"Awe, really? I didn't notice." Dean let his sarcasm shine through for just a moment, before motioning with his hand for the angel to go away. "Away with you." That was enough of a sign for the angel to know that he wasn't wanted around at the moment. When Castiel vanished from sight, Dean stepped over to the bed and sat himself down onto it, a loving smile stretched across his lips when he was able to focus his attention onto you. "Good morning, sweetheart."

"G-.." You started to say good morning back to the man, but after the first failed attempt, you decided to stop trying. Instead, you snuggled back under the covers and turned onto your side. The fact you were having a hard time with your speech was beginning to take a toll on you.

Dean let a frown stretch across his lips and crawled right up next to you. He brought his hand up to your head to give it a gentle massage, before leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.  He let them linger there for a moment as he thought of all the possible ways to help you with your speech.

~~~

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Oversharing Asks

(Disclaimer: These questions are very personal and may touch on sensitive subjects; you may want to look over them before reblogging. You can strike out or totally delete questions you don’t want to deal with.)

Who hurt you the most?

Who have you hurt the most?

Who do you miss the most?

Who do you want out of your life the most?

Who had the biggest positive impact on you?

Who had the biggest negative impact on you?

Who do you wish you could be honest with?

Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards?

Who would the world be better off without?

Who do you wish you’d treated differently?

What was the worst day of your life?

What’s your greatest fear?

What’s your biggest insecurity?

What’s your biggest regret?

Describe your ideal world.

Describe your personal hell.

What’s a hopeless dream you’re still holding on to?

What’s the most embarrassed you’ve ever been?

What’s the angriest you’ve ever been?

What’s the saddest you’ve ever been?

What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?

What’s the most hopeless you’ve ever felt?

What’s the most frantic you’ve ever felt?

What’s the bravest you’ve ever felt?

What’s the best case scenario for your future?

What’s the worst case scenario for you future?

What’s the most physical pain you’ve ever felt?

What’s the most emotional pain you’ve ever felt?

Describe a time you felt like a hypocrite.

Describe a time you felt like a traitor.

Describe a time you felt like a hero.

Describe a time you felt inhuman.

Describe a time you felt like a failure.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

What are you proudest of?

What’s your relationship with your family like?

What’s your relationship with religion like?

Talk about someone you’ve lost.

Talk about someone who abandoned you.

Talk about a desire you have that scares you.

What’s something you wish you were capable of?

What’s something you’re afraid that you’re capable of?

Describe the kind of life you wish you’d been born into.

Describe your worst heartbreak.

Describe your worst disappointment.

Have you ever taken a fall for someone?

Have you ever forced or let someone take a fall for you?

Have you ever done serious physical harm to someone?

Have you ever done serious emotional harm to someone?

Have you ever self-harmed?

Have you ever attempted suicide?

Have you ever stolen something?

Have you ever cheated on someone?

Have you ever been cheated on?

Have you ever taken revenge on someone?

Have you ever seriously considered killing somone?

Have you ever betrayed someone who trusted you?

Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?

(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.

~~~

Hookman

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(1.7) Hook Man: Part two

“Learning about the Hookman”

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: 2555

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Everything you ever went up against during your time with the brothers, you knew about. And you knew exactly how to get rid of them, too. But this- what the younger Winchester was telling you, you didn’t know about. You didn’t even know if it was real. The way Lori had described her experience made it seem like she was talking about the Hook Man, something that has been an urban legend for years. You didn’t know if you believed that this legend was actually true. Then again, you’ve seen a lot of things over the last few years that you never knew existed.

You remained silent as you and Sam followed behind the older Winchester as you all walked down the aisle of books about all kinds of folklore in the library. You knew that you couldn’t really say anything, because you knew this ghost could actually be real. Dean, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a believer. “So you believe her?” He asked his little brother, who made the confession that did. “Yeah, I think she’s-” You’ve been so quiet, it seemed that your boyfriend forgot that you were even around the two of them at the moment. That was, until he turned to look back at his brother and took notice of the look you were giving him. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he was about to say when he cut himself off so abruptly and looked forward, muttering, “Nevermind.”

As much as you wanted to deny that Dean wouldn’t hit another girl, you knew what he was about to say. Or maybe you didn’t, and you were just overthinking too much. You’ve been doing it more often, trying to focus on his behavior with other girls around ever since you heard what the shifter told you. If you were being honest with yourself, though, you were trying to get a good enough reason to break up with him before you could get hurt.

"Look, guys, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this." Sam had spoken up before things got too tense, and he stopped in his tracks when Dean turned to a right and went down an aisle. "She heard scratching on the roof and found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car."

Dean stopped and looked at his brother. "Bloody body suspended? That sounds like-"

“Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” Sam finished his brother’s sentence, the disbelief in his voice was clear.

"That's one of the most famous urban legends.” Dean said, not believing what he was hearing himself. “You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man."

"Every urban legend has a source,” You spoke up for the first time since getting here, glancing over at the older Winchester for a moment. “A place where it all began."

"What about the scratches and the tire punchers and the invisible killer?" Dean questioned.

"Maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all." You said, coming up with a possible theory. "What if it's some kind of spirit?"

~~~

All three of you had grabbed a table after talking to a librarian about their public records. You watched as she headed over with a large box and smiled at the three of you, placing it down on the table. "Here you go." She said as she pushed it over to you. "Arrest records going back to 1851." She turned around and grabbed another box, your smile faltered at how much material you were going to have to sort through.

You coughed when Dean blew off some of the dust that had collected on top of the box. He looked up at the librarian and smiled. "Thanks." He said. She smiled once more before walking back to her desk, leaving the three of you alone. "This is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean remarked to Sam, blowing off more dust before opening the lid.

"Welcome to higher education." Sam said, opening up his lid and beginning to sort through the papers.

Time slowly slipped by for the three of you as you indulge yourselves in the papers. Sam stood at a row of books and Dean went through a couple of files. Meanwhile, you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes open so that this job could go by faster. If there was one thing you didn’t miss about college- it was the constant studying, and all of the reading your professors had you do. You shouldn’t have stayed there, you almost regretted it with the knowledge of what your life is like now.

Your eyes had fluttered shut for a few moments, but they were quick to open back up again when Dean threw a file to the table and sighed to himself, startling you in the process.

"Hey, check this out." Sam spoke up after what seemed like an hour of silence between all of you. Both you and Dean got up from your seats to see what he had found. "1862- A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. He was so angry over the red-light district in town that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes." Sam pointed to another piece of paper that he had found, reading the information. "Some of the deceased were found in their beds, sheets soaked with blood, other suspended upside down from limbs of trees as a warning against the sins of the flesh. "

Dean pulled out another piece of paper that was tucked underneath another one. Your eyes landed on what was a drawing of a prosthetic arm. "Get this- the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook."

Sam leaned down, scoffing at the location. He looked up at the two of you and nodded down. "Look where all this happened."

Dean looked down. "Nine mile road."

"Same place where the frat boy was killed." Sam said.

You looked down at the paper and glanced up at Sam with a smile. "Nice job, Dr. Venkman. Let's check it out." Sam scoffed, hiding a smile as he closed the case files and packed them up.

~~~

It was night by the time the three of you pulled up to Nine Mile Road, which was as creepy as it sounded. You stepped outside of the car and walked over towards the trunk as Dean opened it up, looking around before giving Sam a shotgun.

"Here you go." Dean said, still leaning down to grab something.

"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good." Sam commented, lifting up the gun so he could inspect it a bit further.

"Yeah, rock salt." Dean stood up straight and gave Sam a few bullets so he could load them into the gun.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Hmm. Salt being a spirit deterrent. Smart."

Dean grabbed some rope and handed you a flashlight, "Yeah." He closed the trunk and began walking "It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down."

Sam cocked the gun back and began to follow behind his brother. "That's pretty good. You and Dad think of this?"

"I told you, you don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." Dean remarked, you scoffed and followed behind the boys. Suddenly you heard the sound of branches breaking. Sam brought the gun up and began to look around the place. "Over there, over there." Dean whispered, subtly pointing across the spot where all of you were standing.

You stepped behind Sam, finding yourself clutching onto the back of his jacket in fear from what might be lurking around in the trees. It was all silent for a few moments, and the younger Winchester still stood with his finger on the trigger as he waited for what you thought was the Hook Man to come out. But it wasn't what you expected when you saw another gun and someone shouting orders.

"Put the gun down! Now!" An officer shouted, walking further into the opening. You jumped as you raised your hands and slowly dropped to your knees. "Hands behind your head!"

"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, okay." Dean panicked, dropping the rope to the ground and doing what he was told along with you and Sam.

"Get down on your knees! Come on, do it! On your knees." The officer commanded. All three of you knelt down on the ground with your hands above your head. "Get down on your bellies. Come on, do it."

You sighed to yourself as you laid down on the ground as you were told. "He had the gun." Dean muttered, quickly giving a dirty look at his brother.

~~~

You stepped outside of the police station into the morning daylight, a glare was spread across Sam's face as you followed behind Dean, who was in a good mood for being able to get us all out of there. Of course, it didn't happen without making Sam look like a fool.

"I saved your ass." The older Winchester reminded Sam again as the brothers both caught up to walk with you down the street. "I talked the sheriff down into a fine, dude. I'm Matlock."

"But, how?" Sam questioned.

"Told him you were a dumb ass pledge and that we were hazing you." Dean explained.

"But, what about the shotgun?" Sam asked, raising his brow.

"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt." Dean said in a sarcastic tone. "You know, typical Hell Week prank."

"And he believed you?" Your voice was lined with shock.

"Well, he looks like a dumb-ass pledge, doesn't he?" Dean asked in a sarcastic tone. Knowing he was talking about Sam, you rolled your eyes. You didn’t have a sibling, but you were glad about it. Now with knowing how much they pick on each other.

When the three of you got up to the Impala, you wrapped your fingers around the door handle to the backseat. But before you could even get the chance to open it, you glanced behind you to see several police officers rushing out of the building to jump into their cop cars and turned on their sirens. Seconds later they were gone. You all looked at one another with curiosity, before getting yourselves into the Impala.

~~~

You all followed the police to a sorority home. You looked out your window to see a handful of officers walking around the place to see if they could find the suspect that seemed to have murdered one of the girls living inside of the home. And a few of them stepped inside to attend to the body.. As you observed the place, your eyes landed on Lori, who was sitting in the back of the ambulance. When she caught sight of the three of you, Dean continued driving to make it seem like you were just passing through the neighborhood, but slowing down to see what the commotion was about.

Little did she know, the Impala was pulling behind the house a couple minutes later.

Dean cut the engine after he parked next to the sidewalk, right behind a fire hydrant. You stepped out of the car and did your best to be quiet as you shut the door. You and Sam stood watch while Dean headed up to the small hill that the house stood on. You watched from the corner of your eye as he approached closer, you turned around and followed behind.

You squeezed behind a line of bushes and past a garage, sneaking into the back of the line behind Dean and Sam. "Why would the Hookman have come here?" Sam whispered. "This is a long way from nine mile road."

"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else." Dean theorized.

Your eyes landed on two girls dressed in pajamas that stepped outside to see what was going on. You all jumped back to the house and tried to keep quiet from anyone seeing you. Curiously, you looked up to see a window above you and you tapped Sam on the shoulder, pointing up. He nodded his head, getting what you were thinking.

You climbed up to the top with the help of the younger Winchester, looking down at the crowd below when you saw Sam and Dean make it to the top of the balcony. Sam walked over to the window and quietly opened it, before slipping himself inside. Dean looked around before following his little brother, but he had a bit more trouble.

"Try and be quiet, will you?" Sam hissed.

"Me be quiet? You be quiet." Dean argued.

You rolled your eyes and sighed to yourself, before slipping yourself inside the window and managing to get in there without making much noise. You quietly closed the window behind you and walked up to the boys. Looking through the crack in the closet, You saw an officer walk around the bedroom before heading out into the hall. Sam pushed the door open, letting it creak before hiding once more just in case the officer heard the noise, but he didn't.

You stepped out into the bedroom and looked around to see that there was a bed that was taped off. The covers were soaked in blood as yellow markings were put on certain places. But your eyes trailed up to the wall that was right across from the bed to see something was carved into it as blood oozed from it.

"'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend." Sam said, reading what was sketched on the wall.

"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man, all right." Dean said. "It's definitely a spirit." He said, tapping his nose. You sniffed the air a few times, before your nose scrunched up.

"I've never smelt ozone this strong before." Sam commented, glancing around the bedroom.

As Dean headed over to the window to see the commotion going down below, you glanced down to see a symbol was carved right below the writing. "Hey, come here." You said to Dean after you tapped Sam on the shoulder as you pointed to the drawing. "Does that look familiar to you?" The brothers nodded their head.

~~~

"It's the same symbol." Sam said, holding the photocopy of the information you had found at the library. You all leaned on the hood of the Impala as you observed the paper. "Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns."

"Let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn his bones, and put him down." Dean suggested.

"'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an old North Cemetery in an unmarked grave.'" Sam read, slapping the paper.

"Super." Dean muttered, getting off the car and heading to the driver's side of the car.

"Okay, so we know it's Jacob Karns, but we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why." Sam said, leaning on top of the roof as he watched his brother pluck off a ticket from the windshield wiper.

"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your friend Lori has something to do with this." Dean suggested, heading back into the car. You followed behind, wondering what he was getting at.

~~~

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(1.7) Hookman: Part three

“Saving Y/N”

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: 8696

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You've only ever been to one party in your entire life. And it was the one that was forced by an old friend of yours that had an apartment complex right across from yours back when you were still in college. The music that played always seemed to be too loud for you, and it was completely crowded. It wasn't so great for your anxiety. You were always too focused on your studies, trying to get into your dream job, you became a bit anti-social.

You could feel your anxiety rising as you squeezed yourself from a group of people that were around you. You found yourself gripping onto the younger Winchester's arm so that you wouldn't lose him in the crowd. As you were doing so, you noticed a few boys were flashing you flirty smiles as you passed them. Sam turned his head and glared when he heard one of them let out a cat whistle.

“God, these guys have no respect for women.” You muttered, loud enough for Sam to hear. “This is why I hated going to these kinds of things.” You could hear the man letting out a chuckle from what you said, his head shaking as the two of you continued making your way through the crowd of college students.

"You've been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" You could hear Dean say to his brother when the two of you finally met back up with him. His eyes gazed around the bodies that were spread around the place.

"This wasn't really my experience." Sam admitted.

"Let me guess- library, studying, straight A's." Dean said, Sam just nodded his head. "What a geek." He muttered underneath his breath, looking at the both of you. "Did you two do your homework?"

"Yeah, it was bugging me. I mean, how is this whole thing tied with Lori?" You asked, walking as the brothers followed behind you. You pulled out a rolled up paper and handed it to Dean. "I think I came up with something."

He grabbed it, unrolling the ends a bit more and read what he saw. "1932- 'Clergyman arrested for murder.' 1967- 'Seminarian held in hippie rampage."

You tapped a finger on the paper and looked up at him. "There's a pattern here." You said as you all stopped in front of a doorway, unaware of a pool game happening right across from you. "In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who promptly preached against immortality and found himself wanted for killings he claimed were a work of an invisible force, killings carried- get this- with a sharp instrument."

"What's the connection with Lori?" Dean asked.

"A man of religion who only preaches against immortality." You said, Dean nodded his head. "Except for saving the whole town, he's trying to save his only daughter."

"Reverend Sorenson." Dean finished, glancing at the paper for a few seconds before looking at you and Sam. "Do you think he's summoning the spirit?"

"Maybe." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. "Or you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"

"The spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them." Dean said.

"Without the reverend even knowing it." Sam finished, sighing to himself.

"Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight." Dean said, giving his attention to his brother. You looked around the place until your eyes caught sight of the same group of guys, still giving you flirtatious grins. You gave them all a fake smile, before lifting a hand up to flip them off, before you focused back onto the case you and the brothers were talking about.

"So, what are we going to do?” You asked the older Winchester

"You and I are going to see if we can find an unmarked grave." Dean gave you an answer you weren’t all that comfortable with. But before you could protest, he was grabbing at the sleeve of your jacket and pulling you along with him.

You bit down onto your bottom lip and looked back at Sam, who had a look of empathy on his face as he watched the two of you walk away.

~~~

With a flashlight in your hand and a shovel in the other, you navigated the way through the cemetery as Dean followed by your side with the duffel bag on his shoulder and another shovel in his other hand. You shined the light on several grave markings as you made it deeper into the cemetery. You stopped for a moment and looked at the handful of markings that were in front of you, but none of them were what you wanted.

You and Dean walked side by side for another minute into the place until your boyfriend wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you back. You looked over to Dean and opened your mouth to speak, but a rustling noise in the distance caught your attention as you looked around the cemetery to see if there was anyone around besides the two of you, but you were alone.

You continued on for another few minutes, but with a bit more caution. As you got deeper into the place, you feared that you weren't going to find what you came out to see. But when you shined on a tombstone with a rather familiar symbol, you smiled. "There it is." You said to Dean, he looked over and nodded.

Both of you walked up to the grave and dropped your belongings, getting ready to dig. You took off your jacket and threw it to the side before you started shoveling for what felt like forever. You were almost there when you saw Dean stop and lean against the side of the grave.

"That's it." He muttered, catching his breath. "Next time, I’m watching the chick's house."

Yeah, probably so that you could check her out, you bitterly thought to yourself as you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

You shook your head, before shoveling a few more times until your shovel scraped across something wooden. You slammed the metal part down until the old wood cracked and shattered, revealing a skeleton. "Hello, preacher."

~~~

Dean dusted off the dirt from his pants after crawling out of the freshly dug grave. You stood on the level ground as you leaned yourself against the shovel and watched as he stood up and headed over to the duffel bag and took out salt, lighter fluid and a box of matches in order to burn the bones.

You threw the shovel to the ground and walked over to him. You leaned over and grabbed the container of salt and lighter fluid from his hands. Standing over the grave, you shook out a good amount of salt over the bones before you squirted a large amount of lighter fluid over the body next. You threw the containers to the duffel bag again and took the matches that were in Dean's palm. You popped open the small box and pulled out a match, before scraping the top part over the side of the box until a flame ignited. You tossed the match into the hole and watched as the fire burned the ashes.

You and Dean watched the fire a few minutes until you heard the sound of something ringing. It took a few seconds to realize that it was your phone. You dug inside your pants pocket and pulled it out, answering it with a hello. When the person on the other line spoke, you immediately knew it was Sam, and from his tone of voice, something bad happened.

He tried to explain that something attacked Lori's father while he was talking to her. He was now at a hospital in town and was waiting to be questioned by police. You let out a sharp sigh, mumbling an okay before hanging up your phone and shoving it back into your pocket.

You turned your head to see that Dean was staring at you, wanting to know who you were talking to. "That was Sam.. Lori's father was attacked." You said, watching as his face dropped into concern. "He and Lori are fine, she's a bit shaken up, but that's it. But we need to go."

~~~

You and Dean made it back into town just an hour after the sun finally rose. You made it to the floor where Lori's father was staying at after lying to the nurse at the reception desk saying you were her sister. You opened the double doors and headed into the hall, but you and Dean were stopped by two officers.

"Sorry kids, this ward is closed off for a patient." The first officer spoke up, putting up a hand to stop the two of you from going any closer. Your eyes scanned around the place until you saw Sam standing at the end of the hall with another officer.

"It's all right. We're with him." Dean explained, pointing over at his brother. He tried to walk again, but both of the officers still wouldn't let you through. One of them placed a hand on Dean's chest to keep him from trying to break through, but that wouldn't stop him from drawing attention to himself. "That's my brother. Hey, brother!" Dean shouted, his voice echoing through the hall.

The officer that was standing next to Sam turned his head to look at Dean. He nodded his head and gestured for the two of you to come forward. "Let them through." He said just loud enough for all of you to hear from the other end of the hall.

The two officers stepped out of the way after getting the command. You flashed a polite smile as Dean muttered a thank you with a fake grin before bolting down the hallway as you followed along. Sam was walking over you now after being dismissed by the other officer.

"You okay?" Dean asked when both brothers came into a safe distance from everyone. You noticed that the officers down at the other end of the hall were walking away. All three of you walked for a few more seconds. Sam muttered a yeah while walking in sync with Dean. "What the hell happened?"

"Hookman." Sam said, turning his head slightly as if someone was trying to drop into the conversation. But we were the only three.

"Wait, you saw him?" You asked, disbelief rising in your voice.

"Damn right." Sam explained in a whispered tone, stepping in front of you and Dean. You all stopped near a wall of the window that overlooked the hospital parking lot. "Why didn't you two burn the bones?"

"We did." You said, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration.

"Are you sure it's the spirit of Jacob Karns?" Dean asked, looking at you and Sam.

"Sure as hell looked like him. And that's not all." Sam said, your ears perked up to see what else he had to say. His eyes quickly glanced around at the hallway before dropping his gaze. "I don't think the spirit is latching onto the reverend."

"Yeah, the guy wouldn't send the Hookman after himself." Dean muttered, cautiously glancing over his shoulder when he heard the sounds of someone from behind. But it was just a nurse entering a patient's room.

"I think it's attaching onto Lori." Sam said. "Last night she said she found out that her father is having an affair with a married woman."

"So what?" Dean asked.

"So, she's upset about it. She's upset about the immorality of it. She was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished." Sam explained.

"Okay, so she's conflicted. And the spirit of preacher Karns is latching on to her emotions and doing the punishing for her." You thought out loud.

"Right. Rich comes on too strong. Taylor tries to make her into a party girl. Dad has an affair." Sam began to list off the people that were attacked by the spirits. Each one of them was going against some sort of religious belief.

"Remind me not to piss this girl off." Dean muttered, his voice dropping when a doctor walked past the three of you, but he never broke eye contact from the folder that he must have been reading.

"But, I don't get it. I burned those bones. Dean and I buried them in salt. Why didn't that stop him?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as you looked up at Sam, you noticed that he was staring at the window.

He turned his head and shrugged his shoulders. "You must've missed something."

You thought to yourself for a few moments, wondering if you actually had, but looking back on it now, you shook your head. "No, we burned everything in that coffin."

"Did you get the hook?" Sam asked, your eyebrows furrowed.

Dean looked away from the window that he was staring at and gave his brother a confused look. "The hook?"

"It was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was a part of him." Sam explained, you sighed to yourself.

"So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power." Dean trailed off on the idea, walking in small steps.

"So, if we find the hook..." You muttered.

"We stop the Hookman." The brothers said in perfect sync, both of them sharing smiles.

You furrowed your brows at them. "You two really need to stop doing that."

~~~

Later that afternoon after a quick nap and a change of clothes, the three of you were back at the library. You rested your head on the palm of your hand as you tried your hardest to keep reading the material in front of you.

"Here's something, I think." Dean said, you glanced up to see that he had a pen cap stuck between his teeth. He took it out as he began to read from the book that was in front of him. "Logbook, Iowa State Penitentiary. 'Karns, Jacob- personal affects, disposition thereof.'"

"Does it mention the hook?" You asked, leaning over the table to see the pages of the book were stained as the ink was beginning to fade.

"'Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnbas church.'' Dean read, his fingers tracing down the page.

"Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?" Sam asked, you nodded your head. "Where Lori lives?"

"That's why the Hookman has been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the past two hundred years." Dean said, dropping his gaze back to the book. He placed the pen cap back to his mouth as he continued to read a bit more.

"But if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone would have seen it?" You asked, confusion rising in your voice. "I mean, a blood-stained, silver-handled hook?"

Dean grabbed the cap out from between his lips and put it back on the pen. "Check the church records." He muttered to himself as he got up from his seat and headed somewhere else.

A few minutes later, he came back with several other old looking books. All of you grabbed one and opened them up, getting ready to do more research. You sat back at the table as Dean and Sam took other spots. You dusted them off before you began to go through the documents.

It took a while for someone to find something, but Sam was the first one to speak up. He began reading off what he found in the book that was opened in his lap. Your eyes jumped up from the book you were reading. "St. Barnbas donations, 1862. Received- silver-handled hook from state penitentiary reforged." Sam sighed to himself, looking up from the book and shook his head. "They melted it down, made it to something else." You slammed your book shut in frustration.

~~~

Darkness had fallen when the three of your pulled up to the church. Dean parked the car and shut off the engine before you all stepped out of the vehicle and started heading up to the building that was a few yards away.

"All right. We can't take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire." Dean explained, you all stopped in front of the car as you looked at the church for a few moments.

"I agree." Sam muttered. "Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in."

"All right, take your pick. I'm going to the church. Who wants to tag along?" You asked.

"I'll take the house." Sam said. You nodded your head and watched as he started walking to the home.

You were about to head over to the church until Dean spoke up to his brother. You froze as Sam stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at his brother. "Hey. Stay out of her underwear drawer."

Sam turned around to give his older brother a glare just as you grabbed the oldest Winchester by his free arm that wasn't carrying the bag and dragged him to the church.

Both of you headed inside and began to search around the place to find anything that even looked like silver. You had found a decent amount of stuff before bringing it down to the basement. You watched as Dean threw different things into the fire as you gave him belongings when he threw them in.

A creaking sound from above caused both of you to stop your actions. Your head turned to the top of the stairs to see a dark figure looming in the doorway. As it began to approach the two of you, you realized it was just Sam.

"I got everything that even looks silver." Sam explained, heading downstairs and throwing his small bag full of belongings on the floor next to the stove.

"Better to be safe than sorry." Dean said.

The three of you dropped into a comfortable silence as Dean continued to put a few more things into the fire until something stopped the three of your. Floors creaking above you had you all looking up in a panic. You waited for a few seconds, hearing the sounds of someone still walking.

"Move, move." Dean ordered, bolting to the salt gun as you and Sam followed behind to check out what was coming from upstairs.

You all quickly ran up the steps, Dean was the first one out to inspect what was going on. He stopped when he saw Lori sitting in the pews and lowered the salt gun and nodded over at Sam, knowing that he could get this under control. He turned around and stepped back to the basement, closing the door behind him. You and Sam were left alone with Lori, who was just across the room. From the sounds that you were hearing coming from her, you knew that she was crying as she prayed, and it reminded you of the same night of your father’s funeral, only a few hours later where you had snuck into the church it was held at to grieve.

~~~

Never in your life did you think you’d be doing this.

Praying was something you normally never did, especially sneaking into a church to do it. Not even at your lowest. But tonight- tonight was different. You had buried your father hours earlier, making you realize that he was really, truly gone. You were never going to see him or your mom again, and you were taking it much harder than you thought you would. Just hours before your apartment set on fire, you were telling them how much you hated them for keeping the fact that you were adopted from you. Now you were sitting here, hoping they’ll hear you as you prayed to them.

You knew that heaven was real, and you believed that there was a God listening to every word you spoke as you poured your heart out. But you didn’t know if your message was being passed onto your parents. Maybe they just didn’t care, and they had a right not to. After all, they were dead because of you, you left them back in your apartment when a demon was on your trail and now they were dead.

You blame yourself for everything that had gone down that day. You couldn’t help thinking that it was you who should’ve been killed, not them.

Your parents did everything for you, protected you when you were feeling unsafe and loved you when you were down. They were the ones who fed you, and got you into a really great school, and even when you were so angry with them after finding out you were adopted, they still told you how proud of you they were when you got into college. But you were so blinded by anger, that you became ungrateful towards them any time they tried to help you out with something.

That was one of the many things you regretted the most.

And now that you had lost your parents, the idea of being killed by something evil wasn’t so bad. You were such a horrible daughter, that maybe being hunted down by a demon was a punishment you deserved.

You sat at the very back of the church, your hands still intertwined together even after you were finished praying. You just let out a sob, one that made the heaviness in your heart just a little easier to bear. When you had your first ever heartbreak, they’d always tell you how crying would make things better after denying the fact you were even hurting so many times. And they were right.

It didn’t mean that you were going to be happy afterwards, but it did calm the heavy feeling down.

The sobs that wracked throughout your entire body were so loud, that you didn’t hear when the double doors to church opened up. And the footsteps that followed were quiet enough that you ended up jumping out of fright when you felt somebody’s hand being gently placed onto your shoulder.

To your relief, it was Phoebe.

But the look on her face was quick to make you feel guilty. She looked worried, and that’s because she was. She’d spent the last couple of hours looking everywhere for you when she realized you were nowhere to be seen in the house. Luckily, she managed to figure out a way to scry for non-magical human beings just a few days after she and her sisters allowed you into their home. With there being a demon after you, neither of the sisters could take the risk of leaving you alone. Even if there wasn’t a way to kill him yet, they would rather die trying to figure it out.

After all, you were their innocent.

“Phoebe, you scared me.” You said, your voice coming out as a whisper, as though there was somebody or something else in the building with you.

“You scared me, too.” She said. You scooted over so that she could take a seat down on the bench next to you. She examined your facial features, a concerned expression clouded over her face when she took notice of the tears that were still helplessly flowing down your cheeks. “Honey, what are you doing here? More importantly, do you realize that breaking into a locked church is illegal?”

That last question was supposed to get a laugh out of you. But all you could manage was a broken smile before you were bursting into tears again. Phoebe let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace as she pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I was such a horrible daughter.” You were a blubbering mess, clinging onto her like she was going to die, too. “I was utterly and completely horrible.”

Phoebe shushed you after hearing what you were saying. “Don’t say that, you weren’t.”

“I was,” You said, pulling away from her hug. You wiped at your eyes and shook your head. “You don’t understand it, because you weren’t there. But I was so horrible. And now they’re dead, and it’s all my fault.”

“Just because a demon killed your parents, doesn’t mean it’s your fault, Y/N.” Phoebe tried to reassure you, but you shook your head.

“That demon was after me, and I was out of that apartment while they were still there.” You snapped at her without even wanting to. She understood, though. Grief came with a whole mix of emotions, she would know.

Phoebe let out a sigh with the knowledge that she wasn’t going to be able to come through to you, making you believe that it wasn’t your fault. She also knew what it was like to blame yourself for the death of a loved one, because she’s done it before when Prue died. And it didn’t take until actually seeing her again in spirit form to realize it wasn’t her fault at all.

As she was thinking about this.. an idea suddenly clicked into her mind and she was standing back onto her feet. “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” She told you. You gave her a blank stare as you tried your hardest to blink away your tears, and she gestured for you to follow her. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go.”

~~~

“Come on, Y/N.” You found yourself being gently shaken from your memory, and you were now gazing back into Sam’s eyes, which had a look of concern. He knew something was wrong, but he also knew that there wasn’t any time to pry you for any answers at the moment. “We’ve gotta get out of here.”

You were rather confused when he pulled you and Lori in front of him, not realizing that it was in case the spirit you were trying to get rid of was right behind all of you. You began mindlessly walking forward to the front doors of the church, with Lori put right in the middle. When you reached the double doors, you placed a hand onto the door knob and turned it, opening up the door slightly, but you didn’t expect anything to be on the other side.

You let out a scream when you took notice of the Hookman, lifting up his arm to swing his hook down at you, but you blocked yourself from any sort of harm to your body by quickly slamming the door shut. Of course, that didn’t stop the hook from breaking through the wooden doors.

Sam was quick to grab a hold of your arm and drag you backwards, away from any harm. He had already pushed Lori in front of him, and she began running as fast as her feet could carry her with you and the younger Winchester following close behind. You kept a firm grasp on his hand so you didn’t end up losing him as you all ran throughout the church until you found a door. Lori opened it up and headed inside the room, you were yanked forward in front of Sam, allowing you to follow in behind the younger girl before he popped in.

He tried to close the door before the spirit could reappear, but it was faster than all of you. You and Lori both let out a scream of fright when the window glass broke from how hard the hook punched through it. You tried to shield Lori with your body from an attack as you watched Sam dodge a swing that was aiming for him. You had to move again when Sam stumbled backwards while the spirit tried to hit him again. But the hook ended up hitting the wall, breaking off a chunk of wood.

You tried to compose yourself and figure out what was going on, but everything was happening so quickly. You pushed your body against the window, Sam and Lori were backed into a corner but it seemed that the spirit was going into a completely different direction with the younger Winchester now out of the way.

You let out another scream, having to dodge the swing of his hook when you saw that it was coming straight at you. Sam was rather confused by the sudden change of victim this spirit was making, but he had no time to question it. He was quick to rush forward and push you out of the way when the spirit tried taking another swing at you. He jumped in front of you, accidentally pushing you to the ground before the metal pierced his forearm and he let out a cry of pain.

Before you could get back up onto your feet, you were screaming out Sam’s name when you found yourself being dragged throughout the hall by an invisible force. Everything stopped when you eventually ran into a rug. You inhaled a shaky breath from what was going on, and you could feel the panic rising as you watched Sam and Lori rush into the room to try and help you up from the ground.

“Why is this thing coming after me?” You asked the man.

“I don’t know,” Sam admitted, grabbing a hold of your hand to try and lift you up. “But let’s get going.”

Before you had the chance to get onto your feet, the spirit reappeared in front of Lori and Sam, and before either of them could react, he somehow flung the both of them across the room. Sam landed against a bookshelf, as he dropped back to the ground, the shelf went along with him, pinning him to the floor. Meanwhile, Lori’s back roughly landed on the wooden floors and her head hit the top of a step.

You had to push yourself to back away from the spirit, who was now looming over you and walking towards you. When you felt your back pressing up against something, you knew that you had nowhere else to go, and you watched in fear as the spirit lifted up its hook and got ready to swing down at you. You closed your eyes and turned your head, preparing yourself for the pain that was about to come any second now.

“I command you to stop!”

A familiar voice filled your ears, it was a voice you didn’t know you’d ever hear again. But it was there. She was there, even though you couldn’t see her.

The spirit of Penny Halliwell was somewhere in this room, and she was now grabbing the Hookman’s attention off of you. Seconds later, you could see him flying all across the hallway. And you presumed it was the telekinetic power she still held.

“You will not touch this young woman, do you hear me?!”

Her voice was booming, and the spirit had vanished away. But as you were beginning to get the feeling he was going to come back any second now, another voice reassured you as it whispered into your ear.

“Don’t worry about him now, grams has got him.” You’ve only seen, and heard her voice a couple of times, but for you, it was enough to know that it was Prue. You let out a sigh of relief as tears welled up in your eyes. She was far from done helping you. “You guys didn’t burn the right silver. Look at the chain around Lori’s neck.”

You did as you were being told, turning your head to look over at the younger girl, who was just now recovering from the injury she had to endure. Your gaze trailed down to the chain that was around her neck, taking notice of the detail. It was silver and the one charm that it had connected onto it was in the shape of a hook, you knew that it had something to do with this evil spirit.

"Lori, where did you get that chain?" You asked her.

"My father gave it to me." She said, not sure how to properly answer your question. You couldn’t help but wonder where he had gotten it. "It was a church heirloom. He gave it to me." She explained, but you didn't have much time to hear about the back story.

"Is it silver?" You asked her another question, even though you already knew the answer. You just wanted to confirm that it actually was.

"Yes." She said.

Without even asking for it, you leaned over and ripped the chain right from her neck. You pushed yourself up to your feet and began running down the hallway. The younger Winchester called out your name in a panic, wondering what in the hell you were doing with this spirit coming to get you. But with Penny and Prue handling things, you knew that you were going to be okay.

You rushed down to the basement, and the second you came into Dean’s line of sight, he was asking you what was going on up there. But you didn’t have the time to answer him at the moment, you passed by him and went straight for the fire, throwing the necklace right into it. It took a few moments, but you watched as it finally began to burn into ashes.

You hoped that this necklace was the key to wrapping up this case once and for all. And when you heard the younger Winchester calling out to you and his brother that he was gone, you looked over at Dean with a proud smile. “You missed one.”

~~~

It didn’t take much for you to realize that the church was a wreck due to what had happened. The four of you did your best to clean up and fix as much as you could, but there was so much damage to the structure of the building itself that you weren’t going to be able to get done for yourself. And whoever else comes into the place aside from Lori was going to think somebody had broken in. You knew that Dean hated dealing with the police, but calling them was the only way to not get into any trouble. Not to mention, his little brother had a serious wound on his forearm that could’ve gotten infection if not treated properly.

You sat in the back of the ambulance with the younger man, watching as his injured arm got stitched up and bandaged. When it was over, he thanked the paramedic for what he’s done. You raised a brow up at him when he began to slightly adjust the medical wrap so that it was more comfortable when the man turned his attention away for a few moments. He headed up to Lori to see if the young girl was doing okay, she had a mild concussion from hitting her head, but it was nothing major. Aside from the fact she was completely shaken up, she was doing good.

“Do you think she’s going to be okay?” You questioned Sam, even though you knew the answer would’ve been no.

You spend so long getting to know people, either falling in love with them, or looking at them like they’re family. And then they’re just ripped out of your life by something so evil, you didn’t even know something that bad could exist in this world. Sometimes, you can’t help but feel like it’s your fault for those losses, and it’s heartbreaking. Lori lost both her boyfriend and her best friend not even a week apart from one another. And to top it all off, she nearly lost her dad. Sure, he might’ve done something awful, but at the end of the day, he’s the one who raised her. He put the plate of food in front of her during dinner time, he made sure she was doing well in school, he was simply there.

What happened this week was going to stick with her forever and change her life for the worse, you just knew it. Or maybe- just maybe, something good will come of it. Just like something good came out of your own experience.

“I don’t know if she will be.” Sam gave you an honest answer. He fell silent for a few moments as his gaze trailed over to you. “Are you?”

Your head snapped up to look at him, your brows furrowing in curiosity from what he was asking. “What?”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because, this whole time you’ve been kind of… you know, out of it.” The concern was clear in his voice, and in his facial expressions. You bit down onto your bottom lip and lowered your gaze towards the ground. You didn’t know what to tell him, or how to even explain to him that this case has given you such a huge trip down memory lane and you weren’t doing okay. You just wanted to remain silent, but what he said next caught you off guard. “And to be honest with you, I saw a couple of other people back in that church- an older woman, and lady who looked to be young enough to be her granddaughter, but old enough to be a mom. At first, I was worried, but then they got the hookman away from you. It was like they knew who you were, and wanted to keep you safe.”

You stayed silent for a few moments, not really knowing how to explain what exactly he saw. You knew that you couldn’t keep the Halliwell’s a secret forever, but you also knew that the brothers wouldn’t look at you the same way if they found out about them.

Then again, maybe the younger Winchester would be understanding. Because that’s how he’s always been, especially towards you ever since you showed back up into their lives. So, you decided to be up front with him. “Those hunters I told you about the time I ran into you guys again.. They aren’t really hunters.” You admitted in a soft tone of voice. You watched as Sam arched a brow up in curiosity as he wondered who these people actually were. You inhaled a deep breath, holding it for a second before letting it out as you continued. “They’re witches.”

“Witches?” He repeated you, wondering if what he heard was correct.

You nodded your head, giving him a small smile. “But they’re not bad, honest.” You reassured him. “In fact, they’re the ones that got me out of my burning apartment. This… demon with yellow eyes had set it on fire when I left my parents inside for a couple of hours. Because I was still so angry at them for not telling me I was adopted. I never got to see my mom, but I did watch this demon kill my dad before I got orbed out.”

“‘Orbed out.’?” Sam couldn’t help but question the odd term, and you didn’t blame him. If you hadn’t seen the power for yourself, you would’ve thought it was insane. “What does that mean?”

“It’s kind of like teleporting, only- it’s much more different.” You explained to him, before going on to tell him more about the sisters. “They all had different kinds of powers. Piper, the oldest, she could freeze time and blow things up. And then there’s Phoebe, she had premonitions, could levitate and feel what others were feelings. And Paige is the youngest.. The one I had the most in common with, really. She had the power to orb. She could go anywhere she wanted to and if she focused on something hard enough, she was able to get things to her without having to walk over and grab it.”

You kept an eye on the man’s facial expressions the entire time you talked about the family you lost. It looked to you like he was disappointed that you hadn’t told him, and you were almost afraid of what he was going to say when his mouth parted open the slightest as he got ready to speak. But he wasn’t disappointed one bit, no. If he had to use one word to describe how he was feeling at that moment, it would’ve been intrigued. And there was another huge part of him that was relieved. It was every so often that the younger Winchester thought of you, and wondered where you were and how you were doing.

With all the monsters out in the world, he constantly questioned your safety, along with the few others he had met during his time on the road before he headed off to college. And this whole time, you were living your best life with a few witches there to protect you through it all. All though he was grateful they did, he almost felt… happy that they were gone. Because if you hadn’t lost them, you wouldn’t be sitting next to him on the back of this ambulance at this very moment.

But even with that feeling, he still had another question that was now burning at the back of his mind. “What exactly happened to them again?”

“So, everyone likes to call them the Charmed ones. And because they’re the most powerful witches, demons were constantly after them.” You explained to him, and he listened to every word you had to say. “The last demon they fought, though.. He was pretty powerful. And one day, they had me take Piper’s two sons and go to their father’s apartment.” You chewed on your bottom lip, your eyes tearing up as you recalled the dreadful memory of the sister’s saying goodbye to you. And that was before the one last group hug you were ever going to share with them. “They told me they weren’t going to make it. And then they left to go fight that battle, and during the middle of the night, I just-.. Packed up my things and left.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because they weren’t going to be here to protect me from that demon anymore.” You admitted. “And I knew that if I stayed with those boys, they wouldn’t be safe if he found me there. I left to keep them safe. And then I just kept moving from motel room to motel room.”

Yet another long moment of silence fell between the two of you. But it was nothing like before.

You couldn’t help the small smile that twitched at the ends of your lips when his left hand found its way to yours, gently taking it into his before giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to protect you if anything bad happens.”

The smile on your face grew as you gave his hand a squeeze back, letting it be a silent way to say thank you for what he had said. Seconds later, you watched as he got to his feet and began heading towards the Impala, leaving you in your own thoughts again. Now that you were alone, you were beginning to recall the time Penny made the same exact promise the younger Winchester had given you.

~~~

The sound of laughing and chatter is what filled your ears the minute you took a step back inside the Halliwell residence. With it being three minutes until eight o’clock, you didn’t expect anyone to be having company over. Then again, everyone living under this roof was an adult, which meant that there wasn’t exactly a curfew on what time guests couldn’t be over. You shrugged off your jacket, and hung it over your forearm as you followed Phoebe down the now familiar path straight to the kitchen, where everyone was enjoying a cup of tea while they sat around the table.

“Piper, Paige, I found Y/N and I think-” Phoebe went silent, stopped in her tracks the moment she got into the room, and you nearly bumped into the back of her when she did. For a split second, she had a look of complete shock on her face, before it grew into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen her wear. It was almost like she was a little kid, looking at the largest piece of candy that’s ever been created. “Grams.”

You stepped a bit more into the kitchen, your ears perking up at what she had called this person. Your gaze instantly landed on an older woman, who seemed like a rather sweet one as she stood up to allow her granddaughter to walk right into her open arms and pull her into a hug.

“What are you doing here?” Phoebe asked the older woman as she pulled away, a smile still stretched across her face. She didn’t seem to be complaining about what was going on.

“I just came down for a visit, I can’t go without saying hi to my girls every once in a while.” The older woman said with a sweet smile of her own. “Besides, I heard there was someone new living here and I just had to meet her.”

“But Grams, you’re nothing but flesh and bones right now.” Phoebe pointed out, almost like she was in complete denial over what she was seeing. “How is my hand not going right through you?”

You arched a brow up in wonder of what she was talking about, but you didn’t say anything. You just stood quiet as a mouse while Phoebe reunited with her grandmother. “I guess being the grandmother of the Charmed ones has its perks.” The older woman said in a rather proud tone of voice. “But this can’t last for too long, I will have to go back to my spirit form in a few hours.”

“Spirit form?” Your voice was timid, but you finally spoke up for the first time, repeating the last couple of words this lady said in curiosity. You knew the Halliwell’s were witches with actual powers, and you knew a whole lot about demons, but you were still rusty on the idea of a few other things. Up until a couple of weeks ago, you didn’t even know anything supernatural existed. And you especially didn’t know you were standing in the presence of someone who was once alive, but now dead. “What’s going on here?”

In that moment, everyone’s attention went onto you with the knowledge that there were still so many questions you were going to have that needed answering. You’ve never been told about their grandmother yet, just like you’ve never been told about Prue or their mother. And if you were going to be living here, you were going to need to know everything that went on around this house.

“This is Penny Halliwell,” Piper introduced her grandmother to you as she rose to her feet. “Our grandmother. She passed away a few years ago.”

“She-” You almost repeated what was said again, in utter shock by what you were hearing. “But how is that possible when she’s right here?”

Piper and Phoebe exchanged glances, before the oldest Halliwell sister pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and gestured for you to take a seat. This was going to be a lot to take in, and they just wanted to be prepared for what they would expect might come. You chewed on your bottom lip, a nervous habit you picked up over the years. Your parents always told you that your lips would dry out if you kept doing it, and that you’d end up getting a sore. You listened to what they were saying, tried your best to break out of the habit, but you eventually grew into making it something you did whenever you were nervous. You hated doing it, but it was hard to stop.

Letting out a soft sigh, Piper sat herself down in the chair next to yours. She gave you a small smile, before she began talking. “You know about how we’re witches, and you also know about demons.” She said. “Well, witches and demons aren’t the only supernatural beings that exist. There’s so much more. Vampires, werewolves. You name it. Spirits, like Grams, exist as well.”

“But since this is a family full of witches, now and then the family that’s passed away, like myself, get to spend a few hours here on earth for important things.” Penny added on to what her granddaughter was saying. “Like you, and what you’re going through.” You furrowed your brows as you looked up to her, wondering what exactly she meant by that. “You girls think I just came down for a visit? I came for another reason too, and that reason my dear, is to let you know that I’m watching over you now.”

“What, you mean like a whitelighter?” Piper asked her grandmother.

This earned a laugh from the older woman as she shook her head. “Not quite.” She said. “After the elders heard about this demon that’s after her, they realized that there wasn’t any way to stop it. It’s way too powerful. So they had assigned me, along with your mother and Prue to look out for her when the three of you can’t. Basically like a guide.” Her gaze dropped down to look you in the eyes for what she was about to say next. “Sweetie, I promise you, I’m going to keep you protected.”

A small smile twitched at the ends of your lips as you aimed it up at her, you didn’t know her, and she didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know her, but you were thankful that she was there to keep you safe. You were also grateful that her granddaughters were there to keep you safe. Who knew a few strangers would care so much? About you, of all people.

You weren’t anything special.

At least, that’s what you always thought.

“Speaking of Prue,” Phoebe spoke up, breaking the small silence that fell between all of you for a few moments. You switched your gaze onto her, wondering what she was going to say. “When I was coming in here, I was going to say that we should try summoning her so that Y/N could meet her.”

“Who is she anyways?” You questioned her, your face scrunching up in confusion.

“She’s our older sister,” Piper answered you before Phoebe could even open up her mouth. “A demon killed her way before Paige even came into our lives. And her powers were actually very similar, she had the power to move things with her mind.”

“And she was able to astral project.” Phoebe added on to what her sister was saying, a small smile stretching across her lips as she recalled the memory of walking in on her oldest sister trying to move a fork with her telekinesis while astral projection mode. She had a lot of great memories with her, despite the fact they were at each other’s throat in the beginning when they first became witches. Prue wasn’t happy about being one, yet her little sister made them this way.

You frowned when you saw that Phoebe’s eyes were beginning to become glossy with tears. You didn’t doubt that she missed her sister, you missed your parents just as much. “I know how you’re feeling, when you told me that you blame yourself for your parents death, I blamed myself for my sister’s.” She explained to you. You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down, you could feel your eyes stinging with tears of your own as she continued talking. “But eventually, I realized that it wasn’t my fault. At the end of the day, you can’t stop things like that from happening. And you’ve gotta realize that, too. Preferably sooner, rather than later.”

A small laugh escaped past your lips from what she had said. And for the first time when she placed a hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze, you placed your own hand on top of yours. “I’m ready to go meet Prue.” You told her. And the sisters were more than happy to lead you up to the attic, where you would’ve met their deceased sister for the first time.

~~~

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(1.4) Phantom Traveler: Part two

“Suits, fences and demons, oh my!”

Paring: Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language, fluff, Sammy’s got a little crush (is that even a warning?)

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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The three of you headed to Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital and greeted Max Jaffey outside, you noticed that he was quite injured from his accident, having to use a cane to get around. As you walked around the hospital grounds, he was a bit surprised to have another visit from the Homeland Security.

“I don’t understand. I already with Homeland Security.” Max said, walking in between the boys as you followed behind. You listened to where this conversation was heading.

“Right. Some new information has come up.” Dean explained, walking in sync with Max. “So if you could just answer a couple questions for us, that would be great.”

“Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?” Sam asked, you watched as Max limped. He was probably getting tired from walking.

“Strange lights, weird noises, maybe…voices.” Dean asked. Max looked at him like he was crazy

“No, nothing.” He said, looking back at the ground to see where he was walking.

You all headed over to a near table and took a seat, you sat across from Max and decided to jump into the conversation, after all. “Mr. Joffey-” You began, but Max corrected you.

“Jaffey.” He said, you nodded your head, apologizing.

“Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right? Can I ask why?”

Max scoffed and looked at you, a smile spread across his face. “I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash.” He stated.

You licked your lips, nodding your head again. “Yes, and that’s what terrified you? That’s what made you scared?” You pressed, trying to sound as nice as you could.

“I-I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Max said, shaking his head as he stuttered out his sentence.

You smiled, leaning your body against the table so you could look at him a bit closer. “I think you saw something up there. We need to know what.” You said, quickly glancing at the boys from the corner of your eye.

“No.” Max snapped, shaking his head again. “No. I was delusional- seeing things.”

You looked at the boys and sighed. “He was seeing things.” You muttered, looking at the boys with defeat. You sighed and leaned back in your seat, letting Sam take over.

“It’s okay.” Sam began, he leaned his elbows against the table and looked at Max. “Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please.”

Max sat quiet in his seat for a few moments, looking around to find the courage to speak up. He started, but stopped, keeping quiet until he finally spoke up. “There was this…this…man.” He started. “And, uh, he had these eyes…” His nose scrunched up at the memory. “These, uh…black eyes.”

You looked at the boys, knowing this wasn’t just any spirit, it was a demon. You’ve came across a lot of them before, that you knew exactly what this was. You just wished the Halliwell’s were alive to help you out. Max continued and you turned your attention back onto him. “And I saw him- I thought I saw him…” But he became quiet after that.

“What did you see?” You asked, trying your hardest not to sound eager. You just smiled and let him continue.

Max sighed, speaking up again. “He opened up the emergency exit.” He looked at Dean for clarification that he was wrong, but the oldest Winchester was taken back by the news. “But that’s impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There’s about two tons of pressure on that door.”

“This man- did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage.” Sam tried to come up with a simple explanation.

Max let out a laugh, looking at Sam with confusion. “What are you, nuts?” Sam blinked a few times, a bit taken back by Max’s response. “He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.” You looked at both of the boys and shrugged, knowing this interview was over with.

~~~

“Here we are- George Phelps, seat 20C.” Sam said, looking down at the sheet of paper.

You glanced out of the window, looking over the two story house that was just down the sidewalk that you were parked next to. “Man, I don’t care how strong you are.” Dean said, all of you stepped out of the car as he still rambled on, leaning himself against the car. “Even worked up on PCP or something, no way can you open up an emergency door during a flight.”

“Not if you’re human.” Sam thought, his back turned away so he could observe the house before turning back to look at Dean. “Maybe this guy George was something else- some kind of creature, maybe, in human form.”

“Does that look like a creature’s lair to you?” You questioned, turning your attention to the two story house. Sam turned around and looked at it, before sighing and giving you a look. You shrugged your shoulders, giving him an innocent look before walking to the house. Both boys followed behind.

Mrs. Phelps answered the door a few seconds after you rang the doorbell. After explaining who you were and flashing the fake ids at her, she lead you inside of her house. She sat on her couch, Sam and Dean were sitting in two wooden chairs and you took a spot on the love seat, sitting across from Dean. Sam leaned over to the coffee table and picked up a picture of who you presumed to be George.

“This is your late husband?” Sam asked, looking up at Mrs. Phelps.

She nodded her head. “Yes, that was my George.”

“And you said he was a…dentist?” Dean said, trying to keep a straight face.

“He was headed to a convention in Denver.” She explained, Dean looked over at his brother. “Do you know that he was petrified to fly?” She made a face as if she was about to cry, but she composed herself. “For him to go like that…”

“How long were you married?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

She smiled to herself, looking at you. “Thirteen years.”

“In all that time, did you ever notice anything…strange about him, anything out the ordinary?” You questioned, watching as her eyes jumped around the three of you until she settled on Dean.

“Well…uh, he had acid reflux, if that’s what you mean.” She admitted, you tried to smile as you turned your attention to the brothers. All of you were sharing the same look of confusion.

After leaving the home, you walked behind the brothers down the porch as the door shut behind you, the boys started discussing what you all had just heard.

“It goes without saying. It just doesn’t make any sense.” Sam said, throwing his hands up in the air when all of you stepped on the sidewalk and headed to the car.

“A middle aged dentist with an ulcer. It’s not exactly evil personified.” Dean muttered, looking over at the house once more. “What we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse check out that wreckage.”

You sighed at his plan, knowing it wasn’t exactly what you wanted to do. But you wanted to get this case solved. “Okay,” you said. “If we’re gonna go that route, we’d better look the part.”

~~~

You wore a black pencil skirt, with a white blouse tucked neatly inside of it, which went well with your black suit jacket. You were lucky that you kept your outfit from the job you once had a couple of years ago before you quit in order to find yourself stashed away inside of your duffel bag.

You were bent down only slightly to get a perfect view of yourself in one of the mirrors, doing your best to fix up the tie that had to go along with your entire suit so that you could officially pull off the look of homeland security. And as you were doing that, you didn’t really notice that the brothers were both making their way towards you until you could hear their voices ringing inside your ears.

“Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.” Dean was complaining about the outfit he had to wear, you turned around to see that both brothers were dressed in the same thing. And clearly, neither of them were too happy about what they were having to do.

“Tell me about it. We look like seventh-graders at their first dance.” Sam muttered underneath his breath. “I feel ridiculous.”

“Well, you certainly don’t look ridiculous.” You brought their attentions over to you as you began walking up to the both of them so that you could fix Dean’s tie. You were beginning to feel a little awkward when you took notice that not just your boyfriend, but his brother, were staring at you. They never once pictured you to be the type of girl to wear a skirt. “Do I look bad.. or something?”

“N-no.” Sam found himself stuttering out the word. He had a little crush on you back in high school, and it was like that part of him was showing up again, no matter how hard he tried to keep it shoved down. After all, you were his brother’s girl. “You just.. don’t look ridiculous either.”

“I agree with what he said.” Dean said, seeming to not have picked up on how nervous his brother seemed, considering how he was lost in the sight of you. His tongue poked out slightly as he licked his lips. “You clean up nice, sweetheart.”

You felt a blush creep up along your cheeks. “Thank you.” You mumbled, finishing up with your boyfriend’s tie before stepping back and eyeing them both with a small smile. “For the record, you both look like very handsome seventh-graders at their first dance.”

It took everything in Sam not to start blushing as soon as you turned away to head back to the Impala. He cleared his throat, holding back his smile as he followed behind. Dean, on the other hand, was a bashful mess. He still hated this outfit, but somehow, you always knew what to say to make everything just a little bit better.

After a few moments, he managed to get himself to stop focusing on your words, and he made his ways towards the Impala, where you and his little brother were waiting. All three of you got into your rightful places and just seconds later, you were driving away from the shop.

~~~

You flashed your fake Homeland Security badge at the security guard sitting behind the desk at the warehouse. It felt like forever as he examined the id, before finally looking your way to give you a suspicious look. But his suspicions still didn’t seem to stop him from granting all three of you access into the warehouse. You passed a couple security guards, who didn’t seem to be paying much attention as a buzzing sound went off, letting you know that the door was open for the three of you to slip right through.

Upon entering, the first thing you took notice of were all of the busted up parts of the plane that somehow recovered from the crash. They were all lined up in a certain way that made it look like the actual plane. You frowned at the sight, as Dean pulled something from his jacket pocket. You turned your head to look at it when it caught the corner of your eyes, your brows furrowing in wonder.

“What is that?” You asked, pointing at the device that looked like some sort of walkman with headphones attached to it.

“It’s an E.M.F. meter, sweetheart.” He explained, showing it to you and Sam close up. “It reads electromagnetic frequencies.”

“Yeah, I know what an E.M.F. Meter is, but why does it look like a busted up Walkman?” You asked.

Dean stopped in his tracks, offended by what you had just said. “Cause that’s what I made it out of.” He said, lifting up as a smile spread across his face. “It’s homemade.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Sam agreed with a sarcastic smile. Dean gave his brother a dirty look, before you all fell silent.

Dean took the lead, you and his brother following close behind him as he checked out the place for any possible readings. Meanwhile, you were looking around to see if anything was suspicious. But all that you could see were burnt up machine parts.

“Check out that handle.” Dean stopped at what you assumed to be a part of the emergency door handle. You walked up and stood on his right side, leaning over to inspect what he had found. His finger traced over some sort of powder so that he could inspect it more closely, rubbing it between his finger tips. “What is this stuff?”

“One way to find out.” Sam said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small knife. He scraped out a bit of the residue and placed it into a small glass container he found lying around.

Just a second later, you heard the sound of one too many heavy footsteps coming your way. Sam pulled you in front of him, ushering you to be quick on your feet as all of you ran out of the warehouse. The three of you ran outside until you found some sort of metal wall to hide behind so nobody could spot you. But it was only for a few moments until both of the brothers began walking again. You let out a shaky breath and followed behind, hoping that you wouldn’t get caught.

Of course, all of your worries worsened when a blaring alarm sounded through the air. You tried your best to catch up with the brothers as you all ran towards the exit, but you were finding it rather hard with the heels you just had to wear.

You stopped for a second to kick them off, all before you picked them up and started running again. This time, you were much faster, and you hoped that you were in the clear. Of course, you should’ve known that it was wrong to get your hopes up, because there was metal face that stood in the way.

Dean threw up his jacket to keep the bobbed wire from pricking at him before jumping onto the top. Sam had jumped onto the other side in the matter of seconds, while his brother sat on the ledge, getting ready to throw his other leg over in order to jump down. But he stopped himself when he took notice of you standing there, clutching your shoes to your chest as you stared at the fence nervously. Not once in your life have you ever jumped a fence, and you didn’t think you could start today.

“Give me your hand.” He said, reaching his hand down as he waited for you to grab onto it. But you only stepped back and shook your head at the man, you couldn’t do it. “Sweetheart, give me your hand and I’ll help you up. Just run and jump, I’ll do the rest. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

You took a deep breath, stepping forward to hand him your shoes, knowing they were only going to get in the way of what you were about to do. He took them from you, before throwing them towards his brother, who was willing to hold onto them for the time being.

And as he did, you stepped backwards, becoming hesitant for a moment, but you soon found yourself running forward as fast you could before jumping up. Dean quickly grabbed ahold your wrist, pulling your body up to the top. You stayed on top of the fence until you took notice that the younger Winchester was going to catch you.

Your boyfriend ushered you to jump down and you did, a relieved sigh escaping past your lips when his little brother caught you.

Dean followed behind you, jumping down before reaching up to grab his jacket. A small smile stretched across his lips from what had happened. “These monkey suits do come in handy.” He commented. You went over to pick up your shoes before taking a hold of the older Winchester’s hand and bolting off, Sam following behind.

~~~

Back at the motel, you all got out of your suits and put on more comfortable clothing for the research that was needed to be done. Pages and drawings you found were pinned on the wall that was behind Sam. He sat at the small table and did online research on his laptop while you and Dean flipped through books. All of you were trying to find anything about phantom travelers and demons. You sat crossed legged on the bed next to Dean as he used the edge of your shared bed to rest his belongings.

“So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right?” Sam broke your concentration, you looked up at him to see what he had found. He leaned back in his seat, continuing to talk. “Christian, Native American, Hindu- you name it.”

“Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this.” Dean speculated.

“That’s not exactly true,” Sam pointed out. “According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes and the other causes disease.”

“And this one causes plane crashes?” You asked.

Dean sighed, getting himself off the bed and began walking around. “We have a demon that’s evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?” He tried to make up a theory, but it came out more like a question.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, nodding his head. “You know, who knows how many planes it brought down before this one?” Sam thought out loud, turning his attention to his computer for a few seconds. But when he looked at his brother, he noticed that Dean wasn’t his usual self. “What?”

Dean rubbed the back of his head, trying to find the proper response. “I don’t know, man. This isn’t our normal gig.” You watched as he turned around to look at Sam, shaking his head. “I mean, demons, they don’t want anything- just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big.” He sighed to himself at what came out his mouth next. “I wish Dad was here.”

“Yeah, me too.” Sam mumbled, putting his attention back onto his laptop.

You closed your book and sighed to yourself. You wanted to admit this out loud, but you knew you couldn’t. This case was a big deal for the three of you, especially you. You haven’t encountered a demon without at least one of the Halliwell sister’s being by your side to keep you protected. You didn’t have any potions to get rid of this demon, nor did you have any powers to get rid of it. All you could do was follow the boy’s lead.

You were ripped away from your thoughts when Dean’s cellphone rang. He reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled it out to answer it. “Hello?” He asked, you and Sam looked at him to see who was calling. “Oh, hey Jerry.” It was quiet in the room for a few seconds, but it seemed what Jerry had said to Dean wasn’t exactly pleasant as his face became written with shock. “Wha- Jerry I’m sorry. What happened?” He was quiet for another minute, he rolled his eyes and spoke up. “I’ll try to ignore the irony in that…nothing. Hang in there, all right? We’ll catch up with you soon.” Dean closed his phone and looked at the both of you with a worried look.

“Another crash?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Dean instructed, putting his phone back inside his pocket.

“Where?” Sam asked with curiosity.

“Nazareth.” Dean answered.

~~~

You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, watching as Jerry stood over a microscope and examined the substance that Sam found at the crash sight. It felt like forever, just seeing him adjust the knobs to take a closer look, but all of you had an idea of what it really was.

“Sulfur?” Dean asked, watching as Jerry stood up in his seat. He let out a breath and nodded his head. “All right, that’s great.” He turned around to look at you and Sam. “That’s two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him.”

“With all due respect to Chuck, if that’s the case, that would be the good news.” Sam stated, you turned around and gave him a confused look.

“What’s the bad news?” You asked.

“Chuck’s plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this- so did flight 2485.” Sam explained.

“Forty minutes? What does that mean?” Jerry questioned.

“It’s biblical numerology. Noah’s ark, it rained for forty days. Basically,” You stated, looking at Jerry with a straight face. “It means death.”

“I went back. And there have been six plane crashes the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in.” Sam explained what he found.

“Any survivors?” Dean asked, Sam shook his head no.

“Not until now, at least- not until flight 2485, for some reason.” Sam explained. “And the cockpit recorder, remember what the E.V.P. said?”

“No survivors.” Dean muttered, turning his head to the side as he licked his lip.

You looked at Sam, putting the evidence all together inside your mind. Your face dropped into concern at the connection. “It’s going after all the survivors. It’s trying to finish the job.”

~~~

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(1.1) Pilot: Part two

“Liar, liar, apartment on fire”

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language, violence

Episode summary: Y/N gets reunited with the Winchester’s after years of being apart. And although she is happy to be around them again, she finds herself lying about who she really is because of what they do.

Word count: 2,619

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Your feet ached and you felt like you had been running forever, but you kept following Dean to where ever he was heading to, which was the Welch household. You saw that the Impala was parked off to the side of the road. But you couldn’t quite make out where Sam was inside of it. Running a little bit faster, you finally spotted him sitting inside the car with the ghost of Constance sitting on top of his body, hurting him. Your lips stretched into a scowl.

Adrenaline pumped through your body as you thought of something, the gun dug into your backside. Ignoring the shouts from Dean, you suddenly found yourself running faster than him and pulling out the gun. You stopped at the passenger side and saw Constance had somehow transformed into this skeletal ghost that didn’t make you scared like she wanted.

“Get down!” You shouted at Sam. The ghost looked at you before you pulled the trigger several times, the window shattered into a million pieces as you slowly inched closer towards the car with each shot. You waited a few seconds until she was gone, but somehow she popped back up again. You quickly brought the gun back up again and shot a few more times until she finally vanished into thin air. You thought that it would do the job, but Sam decided that wasn’t good enough.

He turned the engine back on and floored it, driving right through the house and lost himself in the pile of wreckage. Dean called out his little brother’s name as he ran to the crash. You followed after him into the house and saw that Sam was okay, but stuck inside the car. You helped Dean get him out as best as you could. When he was free, you wrapped his right arm around your shoulder and tried to steady his body onto yours to keep him from being in too much pain.

Your eyes wandered around the house until they landed on Constance, she was across the room now. She bent down and picked up a photograph that must have dropped from the crash. Her eyes went from the picture towards the three of you. You nervously gulped, her face was written with anger as she threw the frame back towards the ground in frustration. She was pissed.

In a blink of an eye she moved and somehow dragged a dresser and threw it against your bodies, pinning you against the car. You groaned from the sudden pressure and pain, trying your hardest to help the boys push this thing off your body, but it was no use.

Then the lights flickered on around the place and an eerie vibe set in; she changed her mood, frantically looking around the place to see what was causing it. But she knew exactly what it was. She turned her head towards the staircase. You watched as water began pouring down through the wooden cracks and stairs, Constance’s attention was focused on two figures that stood on top of the stairs.

She walked to it, her eyes landed on the small shadows of bodies that she could make out. What they said made a shiver run down your spine when you realize who they were, her dead kids. “You’ve come home to us, Mommy.” The children whispered in sync, they held hands. She just stood there, looking at the shadows for a few moments until she turned her head towards the right.

Then they were back after so many years of neglect. There stood her real children in the flesh again. They wrapped their tiny arms around her body as she screamed out in terror, the guilt settled in after all these years of running away from what she had done to them. But she couldn’t escape. Seconds later you saw a flash of light causing you to turn your head as the room shook all around you.

After a few seconds, you turned back to see what happened. You noticed that Constance and her children were gone, all except for a puddle of water that was left behind. The three of you looked at one another, making sure everyone was all right. Sam and Dean pushed off the dresser and let it fall back towards the ground.

You headed towards the wet spot, you heard Sam and Dean follow behind. “So this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean said, looking around the place one more time.

“That’s why she could never go home.” Sam explained, “She was too scared to face them.”

“You found her weak spot, nice job Sammy.” Dean congratulated his brother by slapping his bruised chest before heading towards his beloved car to see if there was any damage.

Sam forced out a chuckle through the pain, his eyes dropping towards you. “I wish I could the same thing for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “I saved your ass, didn’t I?"

"I’ll tell you another thing.” Dean spoke up, leaning over to inspect something on the Impala. “If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you.”

Sam just laughed at his brother’s threat as Dean flashed his brother a glare that you knew wasn’t a serious one. You smiled to yourself as you saw how immature the boys were acting. And Dean seemed to be a bit more happier, he didn’t know what it was, but having you around him again after a few years brought out the goofiest part of him he didn’t know he had.

The brothers wasted no time in getting the car out of the wreckage, while you tried your hardest to keep yourself warm from the sudden gust of wind that hit you. You rubbed your hands along your arms to create some sort of friction to keep them warm. Even with the jacket you had on, it wasn’t enough to keep you warm.

Suddenly, you felt something heavy drape over your shoulders and the familiar smell of Dean’s cologne filled your nose. The man had let you wear the jacket, just like he had let you wear before all those years ago. You slid your arms through the holes, letting out a laugh at how big it seemed on you. But oh, it sure was warm.

“Thank you for this.” You spoke to him in the softest tone of voice as you gave him a small smile.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Dean returned the gesture as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You both started walking back to the Impala. “So, where should I drop you off? Your parents house, a motel..”

You could feel your smile drop at the mention of your parents. Of course, that was one thing you forgot to tell him and his brother when you saw them again after seven damn years. You stopped walking, standing at the backseat door of the Impala as you overlooked the brother’s faces; They were both filled with concern at the sudden shift in your mood.

You let out a sigh, “My parents passed away trying to protect me five years ago.” You admitted to the both of them, leaning yourself up against the car, you folded your hands together on top of it, spilling out most of the truth about what had gone down during the years you hadn’t seen them. “A demon killed them, which is the whole reason why I wanted to learn more about the supernatural.. This demon tried to come after me, but there were a couple of people.. hunters, I guess, who saved me and brought me to their home.”

The brothers were silent for a moment, Dean couldn’t help but hate himself for bringing your parents up. “Y/N.. I’m so sorry.” He apologized to you,

You shook your head, giving him a small smile. “There’s no way you could’ve known, Dean.” You reassured him. “Don’t beat yourself up over that.”  

“What about the demon?” Sam couldn’t help himself but to ask, you looked back over at him, wondering what he was trying to ask. “Did they manage to kill the demon?”

“The demon’s out there.” You admitted to them. “It wasn’t like any other demon they had seen before.” You fidgeted with your thumbs all before pushing away from the Impala.”Let’s get going, yeah?” You said to them, giving them a small smile before slipping yourself into the backseat, leaving Sam and Dean in their own personal thoughts for a moment before they followed you in suit.

~~~

The Impala was back on the road in no time with only a broken taillight that could be fixed in the morning, but for now, all of you needed to get home safely like promised. Dean was at the driver’s seat while Sam was in the passenger’s side, his father’s journal sitting on his lap with the page flipped towards the coordinates to see where they lead. His finger traced around a trail until he found out where his father wanted them to go.

“Okay, here’s where Dad went.” Sam pointed out on the map that he leaned against the dashboard. “It’s called Black Bottle Ridge, Colorado.”

“Sounds charming.” Dean remarked. He looked down at the map for a few seconds before turning his attention back to the road. “How far?”

“About six hundred miles.” Sam answered, turning head slightly to the side to observe the map a little bit more under the flashlight.

“If we shag ass, we could make it by morning.” Dean suggested, a little bit of hope rising in his voice.

Sam looked up from the map, he was quiet for a few moments, not sure of how to break the news towards his older brother. He wasn’t as serious as finding his father like his brother was. “Dean, um…” His brother looked at the road before glancing at his brother.

“You’re not going.” He muttered underneath his breath.

“The interviewer’s in ten hours. I got to be there.” Sam tried to explain, but his older brother didn’t want to hear anymore of it.

Dean scoffed and positioned himself around in the seat to keep the air from getting awkward. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I’ll take you home.” He muttered underneath his breath, trying to disguise his disappointment with hardening anger.

The car fell into a silence between the two brothers when the conversation ended. Dean looked at the rear view mirror to see how you were doing after today’s events; he caught a glimpse of your sleeping face in the backseat. You had his beloved leather jacket wrapped around your tiny body, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you just passed out from today’s adventures.

“Promise me you’ll keep her safe.” Sam’s voice broke the silence. Dean turned his head to look at his brother. “Whatever you do, make sure that demon doesn’t manage to get her. She was really tough today, but I don’t think she could handle being on her own.”

"Trust me, Sammy.” Dean gave a promise to his brother he was going to keep. “I plan on keeping her near me this time.”

~~~

You woke up a few hours later to the sound of mumbled voices and doors being slammed shut. Dawn was slowly rising again, making it a bit easier for you to make out the blurry vision of Sam leaning against the car while he talked to his brother one more time. You tried to get yourself up into a sitting position, but your body felt so heavy from all the running around you did today. You slouched back down and tugged at the jacket more to keep yourself warm again.

“You’re leaving already?” You asked in a sleepy tone, your eyes barely able to keep themselves opened. He nodded, giving you a small smile as he walked over to the door you were near. He opened it up so you could crawl out and reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “It was really good to see you again.”

“It was good to see you, too,” Sam muttered into your hair with a small smile as he hugged you back.”I missed my best friend.”

“Let’s go Sleeping Beauty, we have a long drive ahead of us.” Dean said. You got into the passenger side of the Impala after he had said that and he drove away from the apartment building and back to the open road, heading to Black Bottle for the search to continue for his father, but you didn’t know you were tagging along with him.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked him.

His lips stretched into a small smile. “I was actually planning on keeping you with me.” He said, dropping his right hand from the steering wheel to reach for yours. You held onto his hand as he gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

You smiled at the man, happy with the plan he had it mind. “I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to.”

Happy with what I said, he let everything fall quiet for a few minutes; all you felt was the vibrations of the moving car and the radio. But when Dean yelled out, “Son of a bitch!” You knew something was wrong as the car suddenly jerked around into a rough u-turn. You had to clutch the seat to keep yourself from slamming against the door. It took you only a few seconds to realize that Dean was heading back to Stanford.

“Listen Y/N, I want you to stay inside the car no matter what happens.” Dean instructed. You nodded your head, suppressing your fear as you mumbled out an okay.

Dean killed the engine and raced inside the building, leaving you alone with your racing mind and endless questions. Your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest with fear, wondering what the hell was going on. You turned your head to see the lights above you were flickering like crazy, before you slowly turned your eyes to the dashboard clock. Everything about this felt so familiar to you, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

Pretty soon, you saw Sam’s apartment became engulfed into flames. You gasped as you frantically searched for any sign of Dean. A grueling ten seconds later, you saw him step outside the building with Sam, who was fighting and calling out someone’s name, you wondered who he was calling after.

~~~

There were police cars surrounding the building, and after Dean had explained to you that Sam’s girlfriend was in there and had died in the fire, you tried getting the boy to say something, but he kept silent. He just busied himself with taking apart a gun and reassembling it while Dean questioned the police to see if he could learn about what happened.

Dean came back after another few minutes, the look on his face was defeated, nobody had found Jessica, Sam’s girlfriend’s body. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air. Sam violently threw the gun back into the trunk when he was done putting it back together, he looked at you and Dean, speaking up for the first time since all of this happened.

“We got work to do.”

~~~

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