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(1.8) Bugs: Part one

“It’s a bug problem”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

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

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

Word count: 6357

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

Whiles likes are appreciated, feedback is what keeps me writing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No wounds or anything?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going.”

“I said I’d go.” Dean argued.

“I’m going.” Sam repeated.

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Sam questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We- well… They…” You stuttered.

“Y-yeah, well…” Sam continued.

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bow-hunting’s an important skill.”

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

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

“What happened?” You questioned.

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

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

“More bugs.” Dean confirmed.

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You let out a sigh, “I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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(1.6) Skin: Part one

“Old friends”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

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

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

Word count: 2486

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice place.” You commented.

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

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

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

Dean smiled, pointing at her. “Hey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He just changed.” She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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(1.5) Bloody Mary: Part three

“Secret regrets”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning(s): Angst, language

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

Word count: 3254

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

“I guess.” Dean muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know what?” Dean questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, yeah.” You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Y/N?” Dean asked.

“Yeah?"

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Y/N?” Dean asked.

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

~~~

Skin

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