(1.7) Hookman: Part Three

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(1.6) Skin: part three

“Dean 2.0”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

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

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

Word count: 8067

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

While likes are appreciated, feedback is what keeps me writing.

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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(1.2) Wendigo: Part three

“Safe and sound”

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Violence, angst, language

Summary: Y/N and the boys follow the coordinates in John’s journal and land in Colorado, where they investigate the disappearance of several campers. Meanwhile, Y/N struggles with the nightmares of her parent’s death.

Word count: 2,453

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You could feel yourself let out a relieved sigh from the pain that was no longer on your arm. You had a pretty nasty burn thanks to the fire that sent your ceiling down to the ground. But thanks to Piper’s husband, Leo Wyatt, you had been healed. And you wished more than anything that he were able to heal the pain that you were feeling on the inside, you didn’t want the memory of your parents erased from your mind, but you sure as hell couldn’t stand the heart ache you were feeling after realizing they were both dead.

Although you weren’t in pain anymore, you were still shaking up, making a little bit of the tea Phoebe had made for you splash out of the cup and onto their living room floor. You pulled the blanket the sister’s had offered you more over your shoulder before bringing the rim of the cup up to your lips, taking a sip of it before lowering it to your lap.

Paige and Phoebe both sat on each side of you on their couch, while Piper sat on the arm rest of one of the love seats they had across from it, leaving Leo to plop down onto it.

The family of four were all patient with you as you took time to process everything that had happened with in the hour, your dad getting brutally murdered in front of your eye sight and what the sisters had told you about magic and demons. You were their innocent, and you were going to remain that way until they managed to find a way to get rid of this demon that was after you once and for all.

“So.. you guys were right about that demon the whole time.” You finally found your voice after a few minutes of silence. You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat as Piper spoke up towards you.

“Yeah, and this demon is nothing like what we have gone up against before.” The older Halliwell truthfully admitted to you. You inhaled a deep breath from what she was saying. “He didn’t blow up like I wanted it too. It’s tough.”

Leo shook his head, he had just come back from speaking with the elders about this kind of demon, but just like he figured, they didn’t have any information on him either. “The elders don’t know anything about a demon with yellow eyes. And it’s not in the books, so we don’t exactly know it can be vanquished. Phoebe, did you find anything out from your grandmother?”

“I asked both mom and grams, they never came across this kind of demon either.” Phoebe told all of you what neither of you wanted to hear.

You let out a sigh as tears began to stream down your face. You didn’t bother to wipe them away, you just wanted to cry. That’s all you wanted to do. Your parents might’ve been your adoptive parents, but they were still the only family you had. “I got so angry with them for not being my real parents, and I ended up moving so far away from them after telling them I didn’t want to see them ever again.” Your voice broke as you admitted the thing that you dreaded the most. “They both died thinking I was still so angry with them.. And my dad was just trying to protect me. I have no one.. and no where to go.”

“You have us, honey.” Paige reassured you as she rubbed small circles along your back. “You can stay with Phoebe and Piper for however long you’d like until you manage to get back onto your feet.”

Phoebe reached a hand up to your face, using the pad of her thumb to wipe away your tears. You looked over at her as she gave you a promise she was so set on keeping. “Yeah, you’ll be safe with us. We won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You gave her a small, yet weak smile before you let out a soft sob at her words, causing her to pull you into a tight embrace. You rested your head onto her shoulder, allowing yourself to cry until you couldn’t anymore.

~~~

As much as you wanted to stay unconscious and leave yourself to believing that you were back to the beginning of when you first got to know the Halliwell sisters, you knew you couldn’t when you felt a gentle tap on your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered open to look into a pair of green eyes. Your eyes were filled with tears from the dream, or as you wanted to call it, memory you were having.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Sam’s voice was hushed, a worried expression was etched into his face when he noticed the tears streaming down your face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I-I'm okay.” You stuttered, your voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. He shushed you as you felt your feet touch the ground. That was when you felt the pain in your ankle and you let out a cry of pain. Sam immediately shushed you, bringing one of your arms around your shoulder before lifting you up bridal style. "I think it's twisted."

"It might be." Sam whispered, carrying you over to where his brother was sitting. Because he, too, was in an immense amount of pain. "We'll look at it once we're out of here. In the mean time, let's just keep pressure off of it."

You nodded your head as the younger Winchester set you onto the ground, before turning his attention over to Hailey and Ben, who were hovering around their brother, Tommy. They needed help cutting him down and Sam was happy to help. You watched as he took out his knife and made his way up to the other man. With one cut of the rope, the oldest Collins was dropping to the ground.

As the three siblings found themselves in a happy reunion, something seemed to have caught Dean's attention. With furrowed brows, you watched as he leaned over to grab two objects that looked to be guns before managing to stand up to his feet. "Check it out." He called out, catching his brother's attention.

Sam let a small smile grow across his face when he realized what they were. "Flare guns." He said. "Those will work."

Dean looked over them for a moment, before shoving them into his jacket pockets so that he could help you back up. Once you were somewhat standing, you leaned into him, your arms wrapping around his waist to bring him into a hug.

Your emotions have been getting the best of you since the Halliwell’s plan to take Zankou down. You thought they were dead and gone for good, leaving you thinking that you lost another family. You wanted to cherish the brothers, because with the life they lived, you never knew when the next time you’d be able to hug either one of them was.

Dean wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. But it wasn't long until he found himself wincing. As much as he loved you, he was in too much pain to help you walk. "Sammy, you gotta  come help her." He instructed his little brother, who was now up and heading over to you. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders once again, and Sam wrapped his around your back to keep you steady as you  started limping behind everyone through what looked to be an underground cave.

You hissed out in pain with each step you took, the younger Winchester repeatedly told you how amazing you were doing. But you knew that was a lie. With the amount of pain your ankle was in, you thought for sure it might've been broken.

The Collins were huddled together, trying to keep themselves supported as the brothers cautiously looked around for the Wendigo. It wasn’t for a few moments until a growling sound echoed through out the cave.

With one hand, Sam held up the flare gun that Dean had given to him as the older man made a comment. “Looks like someone is home for supper.”

“We’ll never outrun it,” Hailey said as she adjusted Tommy’s arm that laid over her shoulder.

Dean looked over at Sam, “You thinking what I’m thinking?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Sam said as the growling started again.

“All right listen to me.” Dean instructed as he looked at the four of you. “Stay with Sam. He’s gonna get out of here.”

“Dean, what are you going to do?” You quickly asked, the panic rising in your voice.

He didn’t say anything, he just winked at you before running off. You clenched your jaw and hoped that he wouldn’t end up dead. “It’s chow time, you fucking Bastard!” He yelled as he vanished from your sight. “Yeah, that’s right! Bring it on, baby! I taste good!”

You watched as he now disappeared, but his voice could still be heard. The growls slowly started to get smaller as Sam brought you over to the wall of the cave so you could lean yourself against it, letting you go for a moment so he could slowly edge himself to where Dean had run off to. When he saw the coast was clear, he looked at the siblings. “All right, come on. Let’s go!” He said, ushering the Collins to start running. He quickly made his way back over to you, gathering you up again to help you walk. "I know you can't really run, but we've gotta walk fast. Can you do that?"

You nodded your head, and the two of you did your best to be quick at getting out of here. But as all of you were getting closer to the exit, you swore you could hear the growling coming back. You and Sam turned around and inspected the tunnel as the noises continued, but there looked to be nothing there. “Okay, get them out of here,” He instructed, removing your arm from his shoulder so that he could pass you off to Ben.   Hailey opened her mouth to protest, but Sam stopped her. “Go!” He shouted.

Ben tightened his grip onto you just a bit, using all of his strength to practically carry you through the rest of the way. You looked back at Sam to express your look of concern, but all he could manage to do was give you a reassuring smile to let you know he was going to be all right.

You let out a shaky breath and looked forward, all four of you walking just a bit faster.  

You were almost there, but the feeling of being safe died down when you heard the sounds of gunshots and growls, then running. You twisted your head around to see that Sam was rushing towards the four of you. “Hurry, hurry, hurry! Go!” He demanded. You saw a glimpse of the monster, just before you quickly turned back around, you tried pushing yourself to go faster so that Ben wouldn't get hurt.

But the monster backed all of you into a corner. Sam shoved all of you behind him as he tried his hardest to shield you from the monster that was slowly crawling around the place. It growled and snarled as it slowly crept up towards you. You held in a breath as it stopped and screamed.

“Hey!” Your eyes landed on Dean, who was standing not so far away with the flare gun pointing at the creature. He shot it straight in the stomach, the flares slowly turning into flames. It screamed in pain when it caught onto fire, but it was only a few seconds until it had slowly dropped to the ground, dead. “Not bad, huh?” You rolled your eyes and smiled at the man, only to have him return it.

~~~

Luckily for you, one of the paramedics had a spare boot in the back of the ambulance to help you walk around in. He assured you that all that really happened was that you sprained your ankle pretty badly, and it was going to be a few days until it healed completely. The medication they gave you took the pain away, but it also made you tired as hell.

You thanked the man who had helped you before you stood up, beginning to make your way over to the Winchesters, who seemed to be wrapping up a conversation just to wonder what the paramedic said. “How you holding up, Y/N/N?” Sam asked, the curiosity in his voice was mixed with concern. “What did the paramedic say?”

“I’ll be fine.” You admitted, shoving your hands into your back pockets as a small smile tugged at your lips. “The paramedic said it's just a sprained ankle, but it'll take a few days to heal.”

“Looks like we'll have to keep it iced up and rested,” Dean spoke up, a smile tugging at his own lips. “We won't let you on that foot until it's better."

You could feel your smile grow wider at what he said, all before you let out a sigh as your eyes dropped to the ground. “Look, Dean.. I’m sorry for snapping at you the way I did.”

“Y/N, I get it.” Dean tried to reassure you that it was fine. He now understood why you acted the way you did. “It’s fine.”

But you only shook your head. “It’s not fine.” You told him. “The hunters.. the ones I stayed with, they might be dead. And I was having some kind of memory of when I first got to truly know them back in that cave. I don’t want to fight with you, either of you. Because I’ve already lost so much family, I don’t want to lose another.”

“You’re not going to lose us, Y/N.” Sam told you, he gave you a warm smile when you turned your head to look at him. “You’re our best friend. We’re here for you no matter what.”

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you opened up your arms for the both of them to walk into. And they did, each of them wrapping an arm around you and embracing you into a hug. Dean pressed another kiss to the top of your head, letting his lips linger there for a minute. He smiled against your hair when you nuzzled your face into Dean’s chest.

You suddenly felt like you had a home, and although it wasn’t an actual house you would be living in, it was Dean who made you feel this way. And you prayed to god that it would stay this way.

The three of you pulled away from each other and you gave them another smile, before you headed towards the backseat of the Impala, ready to take a nap in your new favorite car.

~~~

Dead in the Water

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Saving Walker

Character(s): Y/N Winchester, Miracle, Paige Halliwell, Cordell Walker, Clint West, Crystal, Stella Walker, August Walker, Liam Walker, Bonham Walker, Micki Ramirez, Trevor Strand, Abeline Walker, Bret, Captain Larry James, Geri Broussard, mentions of Emily Walker, mentions of Ruby 2.0, mentions of Samuel Campbell, mentions of Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (brief), Hoyt Rawlins

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Vampire!reader

Warning(s): A shit of angst, fluff, violence, language, smut(?), mentions of character death, lies and betrayal, mentions of suicide. 

Summary: (What if Dean wasn’t the only one that was killed at the end of season 15? What if it were Sam, too?)

With the Winchester brothers gone, Y/N didn’t know how to continue on with the fight. Of both monsters and her depression. But just when she’s about ready to get Miracle into a good home so that she could find a way to end her own life, she gets a visit from Paige. Her time protecting others just wasn’t up yet, she realizes that when she’s assigned to look after a troubled family down in Texas that had lost someone dear to them. Only issue is- Cordell Walker looks just like Sam.

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Slamming the door shut behind you, you shrugged off your jacket and draped it across the bed of the motel room you’ve been staying in for the last few nights; silent tears were streaming down both sides of your face as you dropped yourself down onto the floor at the end of it. You’ve been warned that the family you were looking after was troubled, you’ve even been warned that the father of the two teenage kids had recently lost his wife- their mother. And you were most definitely warned that the man was a ranger going undercover as a criminal who enjoyed robbing banks as a way to get by. But what you didn’t know, was that he could’ve easily been the long lost twin of Sam Winchester. He wasn’t, though. You knew that he wasn’t. But they looked so much alike, from the face all the way down to the tips of his toes. The only difference? His hair was much short, and the clothes he wore were not even close to being the same. Not to mention- he had kids. 

(1.4) Phantom Traveler: Part three

“Face your fears”

Paring: Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language, fluff

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

Word count: 6,162

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guilty as charged.” Dean lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I’m sorry we can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cristo.” Dean muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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I’ve got you, sweetheart: Part 1

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse, actual abuse both physical and mentally, angst, crappy stepfather, brainwashed mother 

Character(s): Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Novak, 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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You should have been used to this by now. The pain that you were feeling, you should have known that it would never go away unless you had informed your boyfriend of five years, Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam of what your stepfather was doing to you weekly. It was once a week that your stepfather would beat you to the point where he would leave you bruised. When your old bruises would begin to fade away, he would make sure that there were new ones.

Paul was your stepfather's name. Paul Y/L/N.

Now, Paul wasn't always this way. Of course, he was mentally abusive two months after your mother had started dating him. That's all he ever was. And he was only mentally abusive towards her. And even though he was such an evil man, he still believed in God and how a couple should never live together unless they are married.

You were just barely packing up to move into the bunker your boyfriend and his brother lived in. But of course, all of your plans came crumbling down when Paul had walked into yours and your mother's life.

Your mother was blind, didn't see what he was doing to her and even though you kept trying to get her to see what he was doing to your mother, she still wouldn't see. She wouldn't even listen and they ended up getting married.

That's when he began getting physical. With the both of you. Because he knew he had you both trapped inside of the house you once called a home. You couldn't leave with him in the house, not even to spend an hour with Dean, who began asking questions of what was going down at your house, wondering why you both couldn't see each other. But you brushed it off with a simple lie, knowing that you couldn't tell him anything because you knew it would just anger Paul more when he found out about what all you have told your boyfriend.

Dean was tough, he was protective. Especially when it came to you. Which is why you couldn't tell him anything.

Who knows what would he would do to your stepfather. Or worse, what your stepfather would do to Dean if he threw the first punch. Paul would play victim, accuse Dean of abusing you and have him thrown into jail no matter what you say to try and get him out.

You subconsciously ran the tips of your cold fingers along the big bruise on your side as you entered the bunker. Your mother and Paul had left the house to go to dinner. They would have taken you with, but you put your best acting skills to the test and pretended that you were sick just to get out of going. You knew it would be a risk, but when they had left, you snuck out of the house and ran all the way to the bunker. It was thirty minutes away by foot, but you didn't care. You just needed to see Dean.

As you made your way down the stairs that lead to the map room, you noticed that almost all of the lights were off except for the library. You furrowed your brows as you made your way into the room. The brothers should have been in Dean's mancave by now, watching the Sunday football game and enjoying a couple of beers, so you wondered who was in the library by now.

You made your way further into the room, but stopped in your tracks when you heard a familiar voice speak your name. Although it was familiar, you still jumped when your boyfriends mother, Mary Winchester, had spoke up behind you.

You placed your hand over your beating heart, relieved to know that it wasn't anybody else, knowing very well that Paul and your mother, who's name is Blayke, could've followed you here without you even realizing.

"I'm sorry, I just-.." You found yourself choking up on your words as you let out a breath. Mary gave you a concerned look, stepping closer towards you as your shoulders just started to shake as you sobbed. "I'm sorry." You repeated, covering your face as the tears dripped down your face.

Mary's concern turned to worry as she helped you sit down into one of the chairs. That's when she noticed the bruise on the right side of your face, just below your eye. She noticed that you had tried covering it up with make up, but the make up didn't do you justice, which she was glad about. "Oh, sweetheart." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she gently brushed her fingers along your bruise. You flinched at the touch. "I'm going to get the boys, alright? You just stay here."

So you did just that, watching as she headed out of the library. It's not like you had anywhere else to go. Or that you wanted to go anywhere else. You wanted to be at the bunker, where the safety was in Dean's arms.

It was a few minutes until all three Winchester's came into the library, with Castiel, your angel friend.

"Baby.." You turned your head you heard Dean speak up. He was making his way around the table and to you as you stood onto your feet. He engulfed you into his arms, allowing you to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. "I missed you so much. Are you okay?" He questioned you as he pulled away. He cupped your face and examined the bruise on your face. His mother wasn't kidding when she told the boys how bad of a bruise it was. "What happened, who did this to you?"

You inhaled a deep breath as you played with the bracelet around your wrist. You cursed yourself for not covering up your bruise better, but maybe this was a sign. If all four of them knew about what your stepfather was doing, they could all help.

"Paul." You admitted. You watched as Dean's face fell into anger.

”Paul?" Sam repeated the name, curiosity rising in his voice. "As in the man your mom married?"

Biting down on your bottom lip, you nodded your head yes. You heard Dean sigh loudly, bringing his fingers up to his temple to massage it as Castiel came around the table, bringing two fingers to your forehead, he healed you, easing you from the pain your stepfather had given you.

"Sweetheart, why don't you come live with us?" Dean questioned. You turned down moving in with him once before because of Paul's beliefs, but he never knew why.

You shook your head, sitting yourself down onto the table. "I can't.." You said. Dean raised a brow up, wondering why you couldn't move in with him. "Paul believes that it's wrong to move in when you're not married to the person you are with. If I go back home to pack my bags, he'll just start beating me."

"Paul believes in that, yet he's an abusive son of a bitch?!" Dean's voice was growing angrier now as his hands balled up into fists. You could almost see the fire in his eyes. "No, you and I are both going back to your house and we are packing up your things. I will fight him if I have too."

You opened up your mouth to stop your boyfriend, but it was too late as you watched him march out of the library, heading to the garage. You let out a sigh, saying goodbye to the other three all before following Dean out to the garage as you hoped that goodbye wouldn't be for forever.

~~~

Dean pulled the Impala up your house, you could see that your mother and Paul were now standing outside on the front lawn. A look of pure anger was stretched across Paul's face, but that didn't seem to stop Dean from quickly getting out of the car and heading up to the man. A gasp escaped your mouth as you watched him throw a punch directly at his jaw, sending him to the ground.

You got yourself out of the Impala, even though Dean had told you to stay in the car while he went and got all of your stuff out of the house as the Winchester dropped down onto your stepfather and continuously decking the older man in the face. You screamed for him to stop, all though you wanted so badly for him to continue.

You grabbed ahold of Dean's arm and pulled him to his feet. He was breathing heavily from the anger that had been expressed. Your eyes trailed up to Paul's face as he got himself up from the ground. He wiped at his nose, which Dean had made bloody from the constant punches he threw at the man.

"What the hell is your problem, son?" Paul asked, acting as if he had done nothing wrong to anger Dean.

"No, what the hell is your problem?!" Dean yelled at the man, stepping closer towards him. "You laid your hands on my girlfriend, Blayke's blooded daughter. You abused her and left her bruised all over her body!" He pointed out the things that the older man had done to you. You didn't see it coming when He reached his arms out and grabbed Paul by the collar, pulling him dangerously close to him, his eyes burned into his. "And for that, she is coming to live with me, whether you like it or not."

Blayke stepped into the fight, stopping it before it could get any worse as she pushed the men apart. "That's enough, Dean Winchester!" She said. What she said next left you shock. "You're the one who has been constantly beating at our daughter, so do not blame my husband for this!"

"Are you hearing yourself, Blayke?" Dean found himself growing angry with your mother now. He would never lay a hand on you. You and his family knew that he loved you too much to ever hurt you. "Y/N has told me everything! How this bastard" He pointed over towards Paul, "mentally abused you, and then had started physically abusing the both of you when the two of you got married. He's gotten into your fucking head!"

"Nobody has gotten into my head." Blayke said, crossing her arms over her chest as she blatantly lied to protect her abusive husband. You felt tears welling up in your eyes at what she was saying, you couldn't believe it. "I know what you do to my daughter and I do not want you around my house. You come near the three of us again, I will call the cops on your ass. Trust me."

In that moment, you felt your heart sink to your stomach as Dean turned his head back to you. You knew his history with cops, how he constantly got arrested for trying to save the world. But nobody knew that he was a hero. They'd believe your mother and Paul over him at any time. You felt yourself being jerked back to your mom and your stepfather as you watched Dean walk away slowly, as if he didn't want to go, but he had no choice.

You screamed for him to turn around as Paul began dragging you back into the house you didn't want to be trapped in anymore. Your vision blurred with tears as you kicked at the man, punched at him, crying for Dean to come back. This was not what you wanted.

Everything felt like slow motion as you heard the front door slam and the sound of the Impala's engine roaring to life all before it drove away. You felt yourself being dropped to the ground all before you got yourself to your feet and began running to the door. But Paul grabbed ahold of you, dragging you to your room, where you were going to get another beating for getting Dean involved in the mess your stepfather had created.

~~~

It had been an hour of fighting with both your mom and your stepfather, you were screaming at your mom for being the lying bitch that she was, telling her that Paul had gotten inside of her head because that's exactly what happened. And it only angered Paul more as he continued to beat at you.

You let out a cry of pain as you laid on your bedroom floor, holding onto your stomach as he continued to kick at it. They weren't just any kicks, they were kicks out of pure hatred. They were hard and bruising, making you feel as though every bone in your body was broken. You found yourself screaming for Castiel, praying that he could hear you as you curled yourself up into a ball, sobs wracking through your body.

"Oh, shut the fuck up."

Paul practically spit out the words as he did something he wasn't thinking straight of; he kicked you hard in the head. Maybe he was thinking, though, considering how he continued to kick you until you were completely knocked out. All signs of your body not moving as your whole world went black.

And as though it wasn't an issue, the man left your room, doing the mistake of slamming the door shut behind him. That's when Castiel had appeared.

The angel looked down at you. "Y/N." He spoke your name in a whispered tone, hoping you could hear his voice. He hoped you would make movement. But when you didn't, he crouched down and pressed two fingers against the crook of your neck. You were still breathing, but you were unconscious and there was no way he would be able to heal something so severe, considering how his powers were weak at the moment.

So, he did what he could by teleporting you into the backseat of the Impala that was three houses down from yours.

The Winchester brothers both turned to look at you. Dean's heart broke at the sight of you. He had gone to the police station to tell the cops everything, and then went back to the bunker to get his brother and Castiel. He was going to come back and get you with the help of the other two men. He didn't even think this would have happened to you while he did all of this.

"She's still breathing." Castiel informed the brothers when he saw the worried looks stretched across their faces. "But we need to get to the hospital and fast."

Dean nodded his head, turning around slowly in his seat, he gripped tight onto the wheel and let out a breath to keep himself from crying as he began driving, heading the hospital where you would be taken care of. He just hoped it wouldn't be too late.

He somehow felt a bit relieved when he saw red and blue flashing lights appear and a police car turning into the neighborhood, heading to your house to arrest the cruel man you called your stepfather.

~~~

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