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This has been on my mind all week and I can’t get it out, but-

what if, and this is a big if, unless a lot of you say yes- 

what if the reader was a witch/vampire in the later seasons...?

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Pairing: Dean x reader

Summary: Y/N has been spending more of her time with Miracle, and Dean isn’t having any of it.

Warning(s): Fluff, little bit of humor, little bit of language, spoilers for season 15 if you haven’t watched yet.

Ever since Miracle had been let into the bunker, you were a mushy gushy mess. It wasn’t every day that you were able to see a dog, and with the life you and the Winchester brothers were living, it wasn’t safe for a pet to be roaming around your home. But with Chuck now gone, and the monsters were rarely popping up, your husband, Dean, seemed to have been a little relaxed about having one. He never seemed like an animal person over the years that you’ve known him, so you were a little surprised when this four legged fur baby came running in with a wagging tail and a smile on its face. Your new dog was even able to sleep on the bed, right in between you and the older Winchester. 

That was, until your husband found you growing really attached to the dog. Your cuddles with him would be only for a short amount of time, right up until your dog would come scratching on your closed door, signaling for you to let him in. You would do it, even after being asked not to, and you’d go right to giving all of your attention to him. Dean would never dare say anything, though. He knew how much you loved dogs, and how often you’ve dreamt of having one. Just seeing the smile on your face whenever you were petting Miracle was enough to keep him going through the day. 

But he decided that enough was enough when your anniversary had rolled around. You might’ve gone out to eat and sat on the hood of his car while you watched as the sun went down, but the second you got back home, your attention was back to the dog. Dean wanted to end the night loving up on you, but instead he came into your shared bedroom only to find that you were sitting on the floor with Miracle, teaching him all kinds of tricks. 

“Good job, buddy!” You praised him when he had done one of his tricks correctly; shaking paws. Sure, it wasn’t much, but it sure was enough for you to feed him a treat and give him a good belly rub while you continued on with your praise in the baby voice you’d always use when you spoke to him. “Who’s a good boy?” You asked him, your lips stretching into the widest smile when you could see one of his own. “You are! You’re a good boy!”

With narrowed eyes, Dean folded his arms over his chest and quietly huffed. Damn dog is stealing my girl. Was he really jealous of a dog? Of course he was. But he wasn’t going to admit to that. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Your husband finally spoke up after a couple of minutes of just lingering in the doorway. He never caught your attention at first, up until now. You stopped petting Miracle for a moment and raised a brow up at him. “Sammy isn’t doing too well.. You know, his depression has been bad today.” He lied to you. 

And of course, you knew that he was, because he’s been out all day with Eileen. “De, your brother didn’t get back home until an hour ago.” You reminded him. “I even got to talk to him before he went to bed and when I did, he seemed perfectly good to me.” 

Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course you just had to talk to his brother tonight. So, if that lie wasn’t going to work, he was going to try a different approach. “Okay, maybe Sam isn’t depressed.” He said. “But maybe Cas wouldn’t mind taking him off of our hands for a bit.”

For a moment, you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even blink. All you did was stare at him like he had two heads.

“Dean.. Cas is in heaven.” Again, you reminded him of recent events. 

“He-” You watched as your husband tilted his head, pretending he was confused about how this all happened. “He is?”

You slowly nodded your head. At first, you wondered why he was acting like this, but then you had a rather suspicious feeling of something that had the ends of your lips twitching into a small smile. “Are you jealous of Miracle?” You asked him, your own head tilting in curiosity. Of course, this had the man letting out a fake laugh as he shook his head.

“Me? Jealous of a dog?” For a moment he was acting as if you were the insane one, but then his laughter stopped and his face fell into a pout, his bottom lip sticking out and he did his absolute best at the puppy dog eyes Sammy always pulled whenever he was in trouble, or was trying to get somebody to listen to him. “Yeah.” You couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle at what the man had just admitted, before you pushed yourself up to your feet.

“Why are you so jealous of a dog?” You asked.

“It should be clear why I’m so jealous, Y/N.” Dean, like a little kid, whined before stomping over to the bed and flopping down right onto it. You folded your arms across your chest and sat down on the edge right next to him. “Ever since I brought him into the bunker, it’s been Miracle this, Miracle that. I was able to tolerate it, but tonight’s our anniversary, and just when I thought we could end the night with some sexy time, you’re in here shaking paws with the damn dog!” You opened your mouth to say his name, but you found yourself being cut off as he continued with his rambling. “And lately, I’ve just been thinking, what does he have that I don’t have? Is it because he’s more handsome? Does he give better kisses? Better cuddles? Why do I have to compete?”

“I shouldn’t have to compete, though. Y/N, Miracle eats, he sleeps, goes number one and two on the grass and sometimes, when he’s up for it, likes to play.” Dean said. “I do that too, so why am I just not enough?”

“Dean, you do know that he’s a dog, right?” You reminded him. But you were finding this more hilarious than annoying. 

“You don’t know that, though!” He suddenly blurted out as he quickly sat up. “For all we know, he could’ve been a prince, but a witch cast a spell on him that turned him into a dog. I mean- he was a stray and didn’t have a collar on him when I found him.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re forgetting that the only reason you found him was because everyone on earth had vanished, Dean.” You said. But that still didn’t get rid of the frown that was stretched across his face. You leaned in close to him, gently nudging your nose against his cheek as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Baby, Miracle might be a good boy, but you’re my best man. Not only are you my husband, but you’re my best friend, too. No dog could ever take your place.”

It took a few seconds, but your husband’s lips slowly turned into the widest grin. “You promise?”

You hummed happily, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I promise.”

“Okay, now I’m feeling better.” He said, turning his head to face you. You couldn’t help but smile at him all before he cupped both sides of your face into the palm of his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Unfortunately for Dean, Miracle started barking, and the man pulled away to say just one more thing. “Hey, you stole my wife from me, I’m stealing her back for the night so don’t you go yelling at us.”

Somehow, it seemed that Miracle had understood everything the older Winchester had said. You could hear him whimper as his tail tucked in between his legs and he walked out of the room, leaving the two of you to go back to kissing.

Miracle was heartbroken.

Because little did you know, he actually was a prince.

~~~

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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.

Word count: 3,538

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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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(1.4) Phantom Traveler: Part one

“Memories and an unseen photograph”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language, fluff

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

Word count: 2,942

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You slept through most of the night in the motel you and the boys were staying in, although you kept waking up each time Dean tossed and turned in the middle of the night, either turning to you to wrap his arms around you or to turn his back to you. But he would keep you awake for only a few seconds until you dozed back off. But the very last time he had done it, you couldn’t help but stay lying awake as you stared up at the ceiling as you let memories of the Halliwells run through your mind again.

The only other person you had shared a room with, let alone, a bed, was Paige. She had decided to move out of her apartment and into the manor a couple of months after you had moved into there. And since your bed was bigger than Phoebe’s, and Piper shared hers with her husband, you allowed the youngest Halliwell to sleep in the same room as you until another room was cleared out for you to stay in.

Sure, Paige could’ve slept on the couch down in the living room, or maybe you could have. But neither one of you wanted to suffer through that. And it wasn’t all that bad. You both would stay up each night talking about your day, or the fact that you were both adopted and didn’t find out until you were both much older.

You and Paige Matthews both had a lot of things in common, which made it easier for you to open up about so much you kept bottled up over the years. She was the first one you told about Dean, and how special he had made you feel along with how infatuated with him you were. You admitted to her of how broken you were when he had to leave you to go with his father.

After that, she tried setting you up on blind dates, in hopes to find you someone you’d find spending the rest of your life with. But you always turned her idea of it down, because you were so set on the possibility that you were going to meet Dean again. And you did, and you two were together again. For the first time in five years, you were truly happy again. You just wished the girls were there to see it.

Dean was sleeping on the left side of the bed, leaving you in between him and the glass wall on the other side of him. You didn’t know why, but it gave him a bit of reassurance of your safety. You turned around to face him, he was laying on his stomach, his head turned away from you. You could hear the sounds of his breathing, bringing you calming sensation. You took notice that Sam wasn’t anywhere to be seen, of course, he might’ve been somewhere in town.

You turned your head when you heard the sounds of someone unlocking and the creaking of the motel door open. You watched as a tall figure enter into the room slowly. It stood in front of you behind the glass wall for a few moments before walking further into the room. Dean must’ve thought it was an intruder as his head quickly turned around to see who it was. You saw that it was just Sam, holding three cups in his hands.

“Morning, sunshines.” Sam greeted, standing in front of the bed.

You shuffled around a bit, wanting so badly to get up for the day, but you just laid there, wrapping the blankets around your body as Dean began to wake up himself. You twisted around until you were on your back and looked at the youngest Winchester with squinted eyes, trying to block out the sunlight.

“What time is it?” You asked, letting a yawn slip from your mouth.

“It’s about 5:45.” Sam answered, looking out the window.

“In the morning?” Dean groaned, shifting around in bed so he was now looking at his brother.

“Did you grab any sleep last night?” You asked Sam, finally sitting yourself up as the younger man handed you one of the cups of coffee.

“Yeah, a couple hours.” Sam said, you gave him a surprised look.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Liar- cause I was up at three,” He said said, pulling his body out of bed and sitting on his side. “And you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.”

"Hey, what can I say? It’s riveting TV.” Sam remarked causing you to scoff.

“I got way more sleep than the both of you,” You didn’t mean to brag, but you feeling pretty great this morning. “I passed out way before midnight.”

Dean chuckled at what you were saying, “Yeah, and it was the cutest thing.” The man was in complete awe, you couldn’t help but blush as he turned his attention back onto his brother, asking him a question. “When’s the last time you got a good night’s sleep?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "A little while, I guess. It’s not a big deal.” He said, looking over at something before paying attention to his brother. “I peripatetic your concern.”

“I’m not concerned. It’s your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp. While on the other hand, it’s my job to keep this one alive.” Dean said, pointing a finger at you. You leaned over to bite his finger, as if to let him know that you could take of yourself. But before you could even touch him, he was pulling his finger away from you.

“Are you still having nightmares about Jessica?” You asked, trying to change the subject as you scooted over to the edge of the bed.

Sam tried to smile, looking around the room to focus his attention somewhere else. But he couldn’t ignore your concerned look. He sighed to himself, walking over to his bed and sat down. “Yeah,” He admitted. “But it’s not just her. It’s everything.” He handed a cup to his brother before setting his down on the nightstand.“I just forgot, you know? This job- man, it gets to you."

"You can’t let it. You can’t bring it home like that.” Dean gave his brother some advice, taking a sip of his coffee.

“All this- it never keeps you up at night?” Sam asked. Dean just shook his head.

“Never? You’re never afraid?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask, giving him a curious look to see what his answer was.

“No, not really.” Dean admitted, but something told you he was lying. Sam let out a laugh as he reached over and slipped a hand underneath Dean’s pillow to pull out the knife he had.“That’s not fear,“ He stated, leaning over and taking the knife back. "That is precaution.”

“All right, whatever. I’m too tired to argue.” Sam muttered, looking down at the ground.

As you took another sip of your drink, Dean’s cell phone began ringing. He leaned over and grabbed it, looking down at it with confusion. All three of you wondered who it could be. He flipped it open and answered and you leaned in closer to hear who was on the other line.

“Dean, it’s Jerry Panowski.” A male voice on the other line said. “You and your dad helped me out a couple years back.”

He was quiet for a few moments, trying to think, speaking up again after a few moments of silence. “Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania.” Dean said. “The Poltergeist thing. It’s not back, is it?” Your face scrunched up in confusion, wondering what he was discussing.

“No. No. Thank, God.” Jerry chuckled, before speaking up again. “But it’s something else, and, well, I think it could be a lot worse.”

“What is it?” Dean questioned, his expression fell into concern.

“Can we talk in person?” Jerry asked, you watched as Dean turned his attention to his brother.

Dean agreed and said goodbye to Jerry before closing his phone and setting it back down on the nightstand. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Well, I found ourselves another case.” Dean said, pushing himself off the bed and walking over to grab his bag. “We’ll leave in twenty minutes. All right?”

You and Sam nodded your heads in agreement, you finished your coffee after a few more sips, before getting up and throwing the cup away before heading over to your duffel bag to find some clean clothes to wear.

~~~

“Thanks for making the trip so quick.” Jerry said as he walked in front of you while the rest of you followed behind. You weren’t exactly sure where you were going. All you saw were airplane parts and people working on them. “I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around.” You watched as Jerry looked over at Sam. “Dean and your dad really helped me out.”

“Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?” Sam asked, looking around at the building.

Suddenly a random man that walked by looked at three of you and smiled. “‘Poltergeist?’ I loved that movie.” He simply stated. But Jerry wasn’t in the mood.

“Hey, nobody’s talking to you. Keep walking.” Jerry sassed, looking at the man walking by. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh. “Damn right it was a poltergeist- practically tore our house apart.” He said, looking at Sam from over his shoulder. “Tell you something- if it wasn’t for you and your dad, I probably wouldn’t be alive.”

“You know this boy, always making sure to keep people safe.” You said with a smile as you looked over at Dean. He gave you a small smile, reaching his hand over to lightly pinch you in the side before taking a hold of your hand.

Jerry looked at you with confusion, as if he was trying to figure out who you were. You looked almost familiar to him, it took a few moments before he finally realized that you were the girl from the picture of you and Dean that the older Winchester had tucked away into the pocket of his jacket. “Aren’t you Y/N?” He asked, you slowly nodded your head, wondering how he knew that. “Dean has a picture of the both of you from when you two were in high school, he told me all about you, I didn’t think I’d ever meet you too.” You found yourself blushing again as you looked over at Dean.

“I need to see this picture.” You told him.

“I’ll show you later, sweetheart.” He promised you.

Jerry turned away from the two of you to focus his attention on Sam. “Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?”

“Yeah, I was. I’m…taking some time off.” Sam said, trying to come up with a proper response.

“Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell.” Jerry said, turning his head to look at something in the distance. “He talked about you all the time.”

Sam seemed a little bit shocked at what he was hearing. “He did?” He asked as you all passed an airplane that was being worked on.

“Yeah, you bet he did.” Jerry admitted, before looking over at Dean. “Oh, hey, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn’t. How’s he doing, anyway?”

Dean shrugged, shoving his hands inside his jacket pockets. “Hes, um, wrapped up in a job right now.” He lied, brushing it off with a small smile.

“Well, we’re missing the old man.” Jerry turned around, walking backwards to look at you and Sam with a smile. “We get Sam and Y/N. Even trade, huh?” He joked, turning around so he could walk normally again.

All of you laughed at the compliment, but Sam brushed it off. “No, not by a long shot.” Sam said, you gave him a look of annoyance. He shrugged off your look and paid attention to what Jerry was saying about the case, finally.

“I got something I want you guys to hear.” Jerry lead you to his office. You all took a seat around his desk, watching as he pulled out a disk. “I listened to this. Well, it sounded like it was up your alley.” He put the disk into a player. “Normally I wouldn’t have access to this. It’s the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485.It was one of ours.”

You all listened to the recording. At first all you could hear was static and voices shouting, it was hard for you to make out what they were saying. But then an alarm went off, as the sounds of the airplane slowly falling was heard.

“Took off from here, crashed about two hindered miles south.” Jerry explained. “Now, they’re saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow.” Your eyebrows furrowed, Jerry continued with the story. “Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. The pilot was one.”

You listened to what Jerry was talking about, the pilot. “His name is Chuck Lambert. He’s a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh…” Jerry tried to find the proper response. “Well, he’s pretty broken up about it, like it was his fault.”

“You don’t think it was?” Sam asked.

“No, I don’t.” Jerry said, looking at the youngest Winchester.

You sighed. “Jerry, we’re gonna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors-” You began listing off what could help you with the case, but Dean interrupted you.

“Right. And any way we can take a look at the wreckage?” Dean asked, his voice was nonchalant, as if that wasn’t classified information.

“The other stuff is no problem,, but the wreckage-” Jerry said, looking at the three of you. “Fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I’ve got that kind of clearance.”

Dean nodded his head. “No problem.” He said, as if it wasn’t a big deal, but he was coming up with a plan to get the three of you into that warehouse. And it wasn’t going to be something easy.

~~~

You tapped your foot against the pavement as you waited for Dean to come out of some shop with the new fake ids. You didn’t exactly know what plan he was going with, but you just hoped that it was good enough to get through security without getting caught.

And what felt like hours of waiting for the oldest Winchester, he finally came out of the shop and walked up to the two of you.

“You’ve been in there forever,” Sam complained, throwing his hands up in the air.

Dean just showed off the three newly made ids, you leaned in closer to take a better look. “You can’t rush perfection.” Dean said as you took the ids out of his hand to take a closer look. Never in your life did you think you’d be doing something like this.

“Homeland Security?” You asked with your eyebrows raised. “That’s pretty illegal, Dean.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, digging his hands inside his pocket and walking over to the driver’s side of the car. “Yeah, well, it’s something new, you know?” He said, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “People haven’t seen it a thousand times.”

You sighed in annoyance, opening up the front door and heading into the back of the car like everyone else. “All right, so, what do you got?” Dean asked, looking over at his brother.

“Well, there’s definitely E.V.P. On the cockpit voice recorder.” Sam began, pulling out his laptop and bringing up the audio recording that you heard earlier.

You leaned against the front seats, making sure to take a good listen. It was mostly static again for the first few seconds, but a whispered voice spoke up halfway through. “No survivors.” It hissed before disappearing.

“'No survivors’?” Dean repeated in a questionable tone. “What’s that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.”

“Got me.” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders, paying attention back to his laptop.

“So, what are we thinking? A haunted flight?” You suggested, looking at the brothers with curiosity, wondering what their thoughts on this was.

“There’s a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers.” Sam explained, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. Nodding your head, you let him continue with his thought. “Or remember flight 401?” He asked, losing you at where he was going next.

Dean nodded his head, jumping right into the conversation. “Right- the one that crashed, the airline salvaged its parts, put it in other airplanes. Then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights.”

“So…you’re saying we might have a spirit hooked on to a machine part in this flight?” You asked, trying to make sense of everything. You knew that spirits could anchor themselves onto an object, even after the corpse was salted and burned. But if this was the case for the reason why this plane crashed, your job might have just gotten tougher.

“Maybe we got a similar deal.” Sam said, looking at you with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Right.” Dean said, putting everyone’s attention on the next task that needed to be done. “So, survivors- which one do you guys want to talk to first?” He pulled out a sheet of people that Jerry gave you right before leaving. He looked over the list of passengers.

You pulled your body up and leaned over the seat, pointing at the name, but it required you to hover over Dean’s shoulder. You apologized before going back to reading the list. “Third one on the list- Max Jaffey.”

“Why him?” Dean asked, turning his head to look at you.

“For one, he’s from around here.” You stated. “And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did.”

“What makes you say that?” He questioned, looking at you from over his shoulder.

“Well, I spoke to his mother, and told me where to find him.” You said, letting out a sigh. “And you’re never gonna guess where that is.”

~~~

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Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Abusive stepfather, physical and mental abuse, reader has brain damage, lots of angst, lots of fluff, self hatred, depression, a tiny bit of smut, self doubt, violence

Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Novak, Mary Winchester, Rowena, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Lisa Braeden, Ben Braeden, OC!Paul Y/L/N, OC!Blayke Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N

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.

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(1.5) Bloody Mary: Part two

“Mirrors”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Angst, language

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

Word count: 2250

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gary Bryman?” Charlie read the name.

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s she buried?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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“Skin” (1.06) - Our Kind of Problem (Part 1)

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Author’s Note: Here is the first part of episode 6! There a few moments that I loved writing and I think a lot of you will like them. The next part should be out soon, as well as some Christmas fics, so be on the look out for those. Again, thank you for all of the love I’m receiving on this series and just in general. Love you guys and enjoy! (TAGLIST IS OPEN!)

Warning(s): canon violence, death (mentioned), fluff, 

Word Count: 3.337

Other than some random song playing at a minimal volume, the car was filled with a comfortable silence. Dean was busy keeping his eyes on the road, his thumbs every now and then drumming against his wheel to the song. Sam, on the other hand, was occupied with something on his phone, scrolling every now and then with the stylus clutched between his fingers.

You just happened to be finishing a chapter in the middle of your beloved 1984, when Dean was pulling off the road and next to a gas pump.

“Alright,” Dean starts and you mark your page before closing the book, knowing you wouldn’t hear a word Dean was going to say if you continue reading. “I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.”

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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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