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(1.7) Hookman: Part three

“Saving Y/N”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

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

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

Word count: 8696

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So what?" Dean asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To your relief, it was Phoebe.

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

After all, you were their innocent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I command you to stop!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." She said.

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you leave?”

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You weren’t anything special.

At least, that’s what you always thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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