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Summary: Daughter of a hunter, Blake knows plenty about the supernatural world. She meets the Winchesters for the first time at Bobby’s place and she’s got no idea how this will change her life.
Warning: violence, mentioned/described injuries and kills, panic attack
Note: the chapters are tightly connected, so it might not make complete sense without reading the other parts: 1, 2 , 3, 4 5, 6
Happy reading :)
I woke up from severe pain. It was still dark. I gave a quiet cry trying to make myself comfortable but it hurt too much just to ignore it. I felt Dean's heavy body next to me. He hadn't left and that made me smile. I looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. I managed to get out of the bed without collapsing in pain. I saw glass of water and some painkillers on my bedside table. I looked back at Dean, it was his doing. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, so beautiful and handsome that it hurt me. He really took care of me. I took the painkillers and got back in bed. He was wonderful man and I was lucky to know him. I had to give my best and restore our friendship. He was my friend too and I missed him. We were on our edges for far too long. With that thought I drifted off.
Next time I woke up I saw sunshine coming through the window. It was still early – maybe six or seven in the morning. Dean was sleeping next to me. I felt my hip aching and rolled my eyes. If I could only put my hands on that bloody hellhound and its master… I took another painkiller and got up. I found clean shirt and put on jean shorts – I couldn't bear the thigh denims around my wounded leg right now. I started brushing my hair when I heard Dean murmuring something. I looked at him closely – he was still asleep. He jerked in the bed and then I realized he was having a bad dream. Dean tossed his head left and right and continued muttering. For first time I heard fear in his voice. I quickly put aside my hair brush and hobbled to the bed. Sam had told me the nightmare's started after Dean got back from Hell. They both had a serious conversation and Sam and I thought that after that the bad dreams left his big brother alone, but obviously we were wrong.
"Dean" I said grabbing his shoulders but he continued talking in his sleep "Dean, wake up!"
He looked troubled and scared. I wasn't used to this side of him and my heart ached. He cried in his sleep so I shook him harder. He was heavy and it wasn't easy to make him feel a thing.
"Wake up, damn you!" I shouted ready to smack him in the face only to awaken him "Dean!"
He opened his eyes in shock. I could see his pain and confusion.
"Dean" I said softly, looking him with worry
He sat in the bed and rubbed his face trying to hide his feelings. I sighed and took away his hands, placing my palm on his cheek.
"It's okay. Everyone has nightmares" I tried to comfort him "You don't have to hide yourself from me" I put a gentle kiss on his cheek and hugged him.
His body relaxed in a second and he hugged me back, his hand on my back. I felt a gentle kiss on my temple and I smiled. Then I froze. What the hell was I doing? I wasn't supposed to do that. My emotions were racing through my mind, making me more confused than I already was.
"I'm gonna make breakfast" I said awkwardly and rushed limping out of the room, my heart bouncing in my chest.
I decided to make pancakes. They had to be at least twenty. At least. This time I wasn't in a mood to look after Sam's rabbit-food diet so he was going to eat what I had prepared or I was going to strangle him. I switched the TV and took the eggs and the milk out of the fridge. I started humming to myself while hobbling around the kitchen preparing breakfast.
I tried to keep my mind away from Dean. I was too confused. First he made me believe I meant something for him, he slept with me. After that he started behaving as if my only existence was a tragic accident. Then he cared for me as if I was a little child which softened me and made me forget how angry and hurt I was so I asked him to stay with me. And then I comforted him after a bad dream. And he gave me an innocent kiss as if I was his sister. I hissed. This man made me crazy. I wanted to kill him. And I was eager for his touch and kisses. I cursed under my nose and took the pan.
"Morning" Bobby smiled at me, looking me from the threshold
"Morning. I'll be ready in twenty" I winked at him and moved carefully to the cooker.
"Fine, call me." and he went to the living room with a thick book in his hand – he was doing a research again
Five minutes later Sam showed up and gave me a huge bear hug.
"Nice to see you on your feet" he smiled at me letting me down
"I'm tough girl, I'll survive"
Sam gave me a puppy eye look and a smile. He was feeling sorry for me and I knew why – Dean.
"Don't look at me like that!" I said and went back to my cooking
"Like what?" he frowned
"Like I'm a rain dog"
"What? No. I…"
"Save it, Sam" I said quietly "Better check on Bobby or soon we'll have to buy him monocle or two"
He laughed and left the room. Bobby really was giving himself a hard time with all the researches and I was concerned about his sight. In that moment the TV caught my attention and I looked at the news report. There was a warning about a dangerous man, a witness and a possible suspect of a strange sequence of murders in Apple Valley, Minnesota. It was a possible case. Then they gave a picture of the man from a surveillance camera. The plate I was holding slipped from my numb fingers and crashed noisily on the floor. Memories were flooding my mind, emotions long forgotten. Dad. Black eyes. Pain. Knife. Blood. Guilt. Dad. Fire.
"Blake?" I heard Sam from the next room "You okay?"
"Yeah" I managed to answer, than I quietly choked
All of a sudden my lungs were out – taken away. I grabbed the table's edge trying to stay on my feet. I was taking shallow breaths, but there was not enough air. I was having a panic attack – one I didn't have since my dad's death. I was suffocating. I started freaking out. Panic was tearing me down. I fell on the floor, distant pain from my leg hitting the ground. My heart was bumping in my ears as I tried to get up and calm the fuck down. I needed air. Shit. I couldn't breathe.
In that moment Dean came in the kitchen. He froze for a second then calling me ran to me. He took me in his arms, cupping my face.
"Breathe!" he ordered me, his voice gruff and worried "Breathe!"
My fingers clenched around his hands while I was trying to focus myself on opening my lungs and breathing. It wasn't working. My vision blurred, my ears were ringing.
"Breathe, damn you!" Dean shouted, shaking me "C'mon, Blake, don't you leave me! Breathe!"
I tried to focus again. Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe deep and breathe slowly. That's what my therapist taught me. I was only fifteen back then and I was having several panic attacks a day so Bobby took me to some acquaintance of his, introduced to the hunters' world, who turned out to be a shrink. She helped me then. Her lessons were helping me now.
I wasn't taking my eyes off of Dean. He was my anchor right now. Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe deep and breathe slowly. Somehow I managed to get a grip and control myself. Soon enough I could feel fresh air in my lungs again. I was breathing heavily but still shaking and feeling cold. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. With trembling fingers I wiped them away. Dean pulled me in his solid arms for a hug.
"That's right" he whispered, relieve in his voice "Calm down and breathe. And don't freak me out like that ever again!"
"It's easier to say…" I muttered catching my breath, relaxing my body
Just now I saw Bobby and Sam on the door, looking at me, and worry all over their faces.
"Panic attack?" Bobby asked and I nodded "I thought you were done with that, kiddo."
"Believe me, so did I" I cleaned my throat, at least I stopped shaking
I smelled something strange.
"Damn it! I burned the pancakes" I tried to jump but my hip disagreed with me and I hissed in pain landing back on Dean's lap
Sam, however, was faster than me and took the pan off the cooker. Bobby opened the window.
"Once to leave you cook on your own and you try to set my house on fire!" he mocked at me
"Yeah, right, Grandpa!" I snarled "Because I'm eager to see my home on fire again" I pushed away Dean's hands and stood up ignoring the sharp pain – I wasn't going to be able to walk normal for weeks. Damn it.
Bobby frowned. Sam and Dean looked me in concern. I ignored them all and started cleaning the shattered plate. They were all waiting for explanation but they weren't getting one. I was in pain and shock. If before I was confused, now I was in a maelstrom of messed up emotions and thoughts. Soon enough Bobby got angry with me and growled:
"What the hell happened? You haven't got panic attacks for years. Since you…" his voice fell silent
"C'mon, say it!" I barked "Since I killed my father"
"I was gonna say since few months after your father died, but if it sounds better for you that way…"
There was an awkward silence. I had confessed to Sam about most of my past so it wasn't big news for him. Still they all looked me in shock for my harsh words on myself.
"Are you ok?" Dean asked and his green eyes fixed me with concern I didn't need
"No" I said and sighed "But I will be when I check that out."
"Blake" Sam soft voice made me take a deep breath "What happened?"
"The news" I explained quickly "I saw Dad. He's alive"
"What?" Bobby grumbled "He's dead. We burned the whole house with him in it, remember?!"
"Are you sure?" Sam put his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me "You could've mistaken"
"I know what I saw!" I snapped and I threw the remains of the plate in the garbage
"Blake…"
But I wasn't listening anymore. I knew what I saw. It was him. His face I could never forget. There was no mistake – he was alive. And I knew exactly what to do. I headed to the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" Bobby shouted after me so I stopped and turned to see three pairs of eyes watching me in worry.
"I'll need those keys, Bobby" I said quietly; the keys from my dad's rented storage – place I never set my foot in. It was about time for me to change that. It was not a coincidence that the murders happened in the same town my dad had a storage place in.
"How can you be so sure?" Bobby asked me
"He's in my nightmares every night" I smiled bitterly "How can I not be sure?"
"Fine" he sighed "And I'll have checked every second of that reporting. We need to know for sure"
"I don't need any other proof, Grandpa" I said firmly "I'm going."
I rushed out as quickly as my hurt leg allowed me and went on packing. Five minutes later I was on the outside door when Sam stopped me.
"Where are you actually going?" he was concerned "I worry about you"
"I'll be fine, promise" I smiled and put a kiss on his cheek "Where's Bobby? I need the keys"
I looked around and found him in front of my Mustang scowling at me.
"C'mon, Grandpa" I smiled at him "don't be grumpy and give me the keys. I gotta run."
I heard the Impala roaring near and saw Dean, lowering his side window
"Hop in, Warrior Princess" he smirked at me
"Hell no, Winchester" I turned to Bobby "Just give me the bloody keys so I can go"
"You're not going alone, Blake" Dean said from his seat in the car
"Yes, I am. That's personal and none of your fucking…"
"You can barely walk" Dean interrupted me "You can't convince me you'll survive to drive to wherever we're going"
"I drove to here in much worse condition" I growled, I didn't want him around me to distract me
"C'mon, Blake" Sam intervened putting his bag in the trunk "You need help for this one. As you said, it's personal and it might cloud your judgment."
"Thanks a lot for your believe in me!" I snarled angrily
"Plus" Sam continued ignoring my comment "You really can't drive in that condition. I won't let you. So, please stop being drama queen and let us help you"
"Drama queen!?" I was going to kill them all
"And guess what I got?" Dean smiled at me and showed me his hand – he was holding the keys
"I don't believe it!" I turned to Bobby "You gave them to him!?"
"Stop whining and get in the fucking car!" was Bobby's response
"Unbelievable!" I hissed in rage and I threw my bag at Sam who even taken by surprise managed to catch it and put it in the trunk "One can't have personal life here!" I said and sat on the back seat putting my backpack next to me "I'll call you when we arrive, Grandpa"
"So" Dean turned in his seat to look at me but I refused to meet his eyes "Where are we going?"
I handed him the little sheet of paper with the written address while Sam was taking his shotgun seat. Oh, it was going to be a disastrous trip.
Summary: Daughter of a hunter, Blake knows plenty about the supernatural world. She meets the Winchesters for the first time at Bobby’s place and she’s got no idea how this will change her life.
Warning: violence, mentioned/described injuries and kills, drunk OC
Note: the chapters are tightly connected, so it might not make complete sense without reading the other parts: 1, 2 , 3, 4 5:)
Anyways, happy reading :)
It hurt like hell. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the horrible pain in my leg. I had to get to Bobby. My phone was dead so my only choice was to drive as fast as possible. There was no other way of getting help. I felt dizzy because of the blood loss. I checked the rug wrapped up around my left hip. It was soaked with blood so I tried not to vomit at that ugly sight. My leg hurt every time I pressed the paddle. The car was roaring down the road but I was afraid I wasn't fast enough. I shook my head trying to keep my attention on the road. I switched on the radio to reduce the chance of losing conscious. And still the chance of car crash was big. I cursed under my breath and pressed the gas.
I was coming back from a ghost case. It was a simple salt and burn job. Soon I was on my way back when in the middle of the road home I was stopped by a police officer for document examination. It turned out he was possessed and had a hellhound with him. The stupid invisible dog attacked me in the very same moment I managed to exorcise its master. Its claws left deep wounds on my leg and I barely got in the car and took off, running away. That's when I realized my phone was dead and I was on my own. And I needed help badly.
After an hour or something I managed to stop my car in front of Bobby's house. I opened the door and hissed in pain when I tried to climb out. After a few seconds of struggle with the fucking pain I managed to get out. I realized I couldn't walk, I staggered and leaned on my Mustang. I was feeling really weak and my head was spinning, my hands were shaking. I reached and pressed the hooter, making unbelievable noise. Just in seconds the front door was wide opened and Dean showed up, followed close by Sam.
"What the hell, Blake!" Dean grumbled angrily while approaching me "Where have you been?"
I couldn't answer. I had concentrated every effort to stand on my feet. He was close enough to see my poor condition. He gasped in worry, his face quickly covered with concern. I reached my hand for him and tried to step forward.
"Dean…" I mumbled when everything started spinning while I was falling down.
He managed to catch me and I felt his strong hands around my body. I relaxed in his arms and just put my head on his shoulder. Sam held the door open and Dean took me quickly inside the house. Soon I was placed on the very same couch on which I patched the boys on so many occasions. Except this time I was the one needing patching up. I heard worried voices, Bobby was around too. I heard him saying his favorite "Balls!" curse but I really didn't care. I got home so everything else was irrelevant. I needed a rest. I was so tired and closed my eyes.
"Blake, don't fall asleep" Dean shook me "Stay with me, you hear me"
I forced myself to open my eyes. His gorgeous green eyes locked mine – a shiver went down my spine and I looked away. Sam was holding a needle, Bobby just showed on the threshold bringing a bottle of Jack. I was thirsty. Obviously I said it out loud because within a second there was a glass of water held by Dean who was pressing it against my lips. Then my eyes fell on my leg – three deep long wounds. There was blood everywhere. I hated blood. I tried to ignore the feeling of retch in my stomach.
"Bobby" I called in a weak voice as he came to me "Knock me down"
"What?!" Dean looked at me like I was delusional
"No" Bobby snapped
"I'm gonna puke" I said, trying to sit
Dean's hands pressed my shoulders and didn't let me move. I clenched my fingers around his wrist and looked at him pleadingly. He sat on the couch and took me in his hands.
"I don't care even if you throw up your own stomach" grumbled Bobby "I'm not hitting you. End of story"
"Grandpa…" I tried to protest but in that moment he poured out part of the Jack over my leg to sterilize the wounds and I hissed in pain "I'm not cleaning the carpet after that" I snarled
"What?" Sam looked at me in confusion while threading the needle
"I always feel sick in the sight of blood so it'd be better if I'm unconscious"
"You never told me" Dean's voice was full of worry and discontent "How many times you patched us up..."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked dropping eyes back on my leg
I tried not to look in that direction. I tried not to pay attention to the needle going through my flesh. It wasn't a nice feeling. Dean hugged me tighter and I tried to relax in his safe arms.
"'Cause she's an idjit" Bobby barked
"Because usually I can control myself" I corrected him trying not to move while Sam was stitching me up.
I felt Dean's breath when he exhaled in anxiety. Our relationship wasn't on its best term. Not since we hooked up. He ignored his promise and never took me on a hunt. So as I told him I started hunting on my own. The feeling was good. I felt needed and useful. I was helping people, just like Dad before me. And just like my family – Bobby and the Winchesters.
I took out bunch of demons, couple of ghosts, a ghoul, a werewolf and even a wendigo on my hunting trips. And fought with witches, vampires, skinwalkers, shapeshifters … I even encountered djinns which sure as hell wasn't a pleasant experience. And in exchange of all these hunts I got numerous scars to show off with.
But I had a little dirty secret about some of my hunts. All that hunting was to protect people and kill monsters, make the world a safer and better place. But some of the cases turned out to be just normal human criminal activity. But those people were crazy psychopaths that gave every normal person nightmares. I didn't give the local authorities a tip about their suspects. I just hunt them down. That was the very moment I realized for sure my father raised a murderer. Cold-blooded lethal killer who didn't blink an eye for taking a life. They were guilty – I made sure of that double checking every single piece of evidence I got, so they deserved what they got. But these kills… No one knew about them, no one knew how I started it or why. I was hunter and I was supposed to hunt monsters and put them down, not people. But these people were monsters, too. And this was good enough for me.
Of course Dean was not happy about me hunting so I never told him where I was going or what I was after. Only Bobby knew, and it was just a precaution; if I get in trouble or something. With me started hunting seeing the Winchester wasn't easy. We ran into each other in Bobby's house a few times for the last year or so but it was not the same. After hooking up with Dean, him not keeping his promise and me hunting, I started avoiding him, and he was acting cold. When we talked, we acted more like strangers, not like friends happy to see each other. Sometimes it worked to have a normal nice conversation full of jokes like the old times, but it was a rear event. It hurt me, I had big hopes and I felt betrayed for believing in him. It was one night stand and nothing more. Bobby was keeping it quite about that for now. Sam, he was the one I was calling every day. He became my best friend and I could talk to him about everything except my relation with his brother – Dean was off topic. Sam got his problems too. Sometimes he sneaked out of Dean's watchful eye so he could speak to me. I shared, he shared too. He was a great man every girl'd be lucky to have – he was caring, understanding, and full of sympathy and kindness. He once admitted he was going nuts after Dean died and went to hell so he wanting a revenge on demon Lilith – his brother's killer - hooked up with a demon called Ruby. She taught him how to use the demon blood and made him junky because she wanted him to kill Lilith and thus break Lucifer free. But he resisted that and that Ruby bitch was dead now and Lucifer still locked in his sell. Still, Sam sometimes had problems with his desire for demon blood so he was calling me. The conversations were tough, I was ready to jump in the car in every single second and drive off to him just to make sure he was going to be okay. Sam hated talking about that with Dean. I didn't know exactly why but I didn't ask. It was a problem between both of them.
Sam also told me how Dean was saved from Hell – by an angel called Castiel. First I couldn't believe there was such thing as angels, but hey, there were demons and bunch of other supernatural creatures, so why not angels too. I never had seen this Castiel, but Sam and Dean's opinion of him was high so he had to be a tough son of a bitch.
Now, being in Dean's arms after so much time of no contact, no talking to him I wondered why he'd act like that. Why he'd act as if I was something more than another chick in his list? My head was dazed and my body hurt, especially my leg so I wasn't in condition of thinking straight. I knew one thing for sure – he was always welcome in my bed, no matter how hurt I was going to feel after that. I needed him, his smile and attention and I knew that was the only way to get them. That's how much I cared about that bastard. That's how much influence he had on me. And I hated myself for that weakness. I was pathetic.
"Give me the bottle, Grandpa" I reached my hand and took a big sip of the Jack that almost choked me, burning my throat, than I sipped again, drinking almost the whole whiskey
"Easy, Warrior Princess" Dean said and took away the bottle before I could protest and he stood up and went to the kitchen
"You're done, Blake" Sam said quietly, looking me with his puppy eyes full of concern
"Thanks." I mumbled and tried to get up but saw different colorful patterns in front of me that completely disoriented me and just fell back down "Damn it!" I cursed, feeling pain in every single inch of my body. I sighed and closed my eyes – I was drunk. And I wasn't of those who were easily getting drunk. I supposed it was because of the blood loss.
"Get her in her room" I heard Bobby said "She needs to rest"
"She lost a lot of blood" Sam added "We need to keep an eye on her"
"She" I snapped then chuckled for no particular reason "is here and can hear you!"
Nobody seemed to pay me any attention so I hissed under my breath and eased myself back on the couch. Shit, I was drunk. I had to behave myself so I decided to keep my mouth shut.
"I'll take care of her" Dean's voice, rough and emotionless came to me
Before I could realize what was going on, he took me in his arms and carried me all the way to my room. I felt dizzy and sleepy. And really, really tired. I didn't have the strength even to protest for being treated like a child. Dean laid me carefully on my bed and I expected him to leave but I felt something cold on my cheek so I opened my eyes to see him cleaning my face with wet towel. He found my sleeping T-shirt and with a fade smile helped me to put it on. I was too exhausted even to feel embarrassed for that, or remember his joke about it at our first encounter. He was silent, but his hands were gentle and I could swear he was looking at me with care and tender. Dean checked my bandaged hip, tucked me with the blanket and stood up to leave the room.
"Dean" I uttered with a sleepy voice and his green eyes fixed me "Please, stay"
He looked a bit surprised but nodded. He lied next to me and hugged me. I was definitely drunk and out of my mind for asking him to do this but I didn't care. I smiled and made myself comfortable next to his warm strong body. Within seconds I was asleep.
Summary: Daughter of a hunter, Blake knows plenty about the supernatural world. She meets the Winchesters for the first time at Bobby’s place and she’s got no idea how this will change her life.
Warning: violence, abusive ex, mentioned/described death
Note: usually the chapters are tightly connected, so it might not make complete sense without reading the other parts: 1, 2 , 3, 4 :) The story was supposed to end with this chapter as the final one, but too many ideas flooded my mind so I’ll post the next one as soon as possible
Anyways, hope you’ll like it and happy reading :)
"What?" Dean gasped in shock and surprise in my statement. Well, I'd also be shocked if someone just had told me they killed their own father.
"He was possessed." I quietly said "In the minute I saw him I knew something's wrong. Then his eyes went black and we got in a pretty serious fight. I didn't know who I was fighting with but I was damn sure it wasn't my dad. Just something that looked like him. I…" my voice cracked and I sighed; Dean's fingers squeezed my hand with support "I stabbed him. Right in the heart, just the way he taught me. But he didn't die and I freaked out. Dad always told me if something's wrong to lock myself in his office and call Bobby. So I did. But the demon broke in and got into a devil's trap. Back then I didn't know why he couldn't go further but I knew I was saved. When I called Bobby he exorcised the son of a bitch on the phone speakers and said he's on his way. Dad died in my arms from the very same wound I made in his chest" I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. "I killed my own father, Dean. It wasn't the bloody demon, it was me. His last words were he had been proud of me. That he couldn't even wish for a better son"
I hid my face in my hands. No one knew what I was about to tell him. Except Bobby but only because he was there, helping me give Dad the hunter's burial. That reminded me that back then Bobby tried to comfort me and told me that he had to shoot his own wife because of the same reasons I killed Dad and that by time I'll get use to the pain and it'll be easier to keep going. The memories made me swinging from one emotion to another. But I forced myself to continue. Dean deserved my trust. I tried to stop crying – I knew it made him feel uncomfortable, because he didn't know how to react on that and what to do.
"Since then I couldn't hit a thing. In front of my eyes is always my dad stabbed with the kitchen knife, blood all over. I live in constant fear that if I fight back, I'll hurt someone. Just like I killed Dad." I couldn't breathe; there was not enough air and my lungs burnt – I was hyperventilating.
"Hey" Dean's voice was low, his hands hugged me, pulling me closer to him "It's not your fault, you hear me. Don't blame yourself. Calm down, it's not your fault."
I could feel the beat of his heart so I tried to adjust my breathing with it. Soon it normalized but I felt so safe and warm in Dean's arms I couldn't force myself to move away from him.
"Can I ask you something?" Dean quietly said, his voice calm and soft
"Yeah, sure…"
"What made you fight back today? I mean Bill…"
"You" I mumbled
"Me? What…" his features were confounded
I tilted my head so I could meet his incredible green eyes.
"You got hurt because of me. I couldn't let that happen."
"I'm tough guy, Warrior Princess, don't worry about me." he smirked; I raised my hand and gently put it on his cheek – that made him shut up
"Obviously you're my weak spot, Dean Winchester. I'm always worried about you"
"Hey, no chick-flick moments" he grumbled but he couldn't hide his satisfied smile; though he looked a bit shocked that someone could care that much about him.
"No chick-flick moments, dude" I promised but couldn't get away from him; for third time since we met our eyes locked in such an intensive gaze full of sparkles; for third time I wished to kiss him so badly that it hurt me; and for first time I wasn't sure if I'd manage to stop myself from doing that.
I didn't realize who closed the gap between us – was it me or him, or maybe both of us. It was a gentle kiss that quickly was deepened. In a second he was all over me, pushing my body against the cold bench. My hands were in his hair, pulling him towards me, my legs around his waist. Dean's hands were on my thighs, gently pressing them against his warm body. My pulse was racing, my breathing was heavy. I was melting under his touch. It was sweet and warm and safe; and in that moment everything felt so right – I was exactly where I wanted to be – in his arms. Dean tucked his hand under my shirt and I trembled, arching my body against his, feeling him on my naked skin; my fingers went on his zip. I chuckled; we were about to do it in the fucking police department, locked in a cell. I could feel his smile upon my skin while he was kissing my neck.
Someone cleared their throat. I twisted my body to see who it is looking us through the cell bars. And there they were – Bobby, Sam and Sheriff Mills who was holding keys in her hand, all of them trying not to smile or laugh. Dean was so smug while helping me get on my feet. I felt a bit ashamed and in the same time amused. Their expressions were priceless – Bobby rolling his eyes, Sam with an all-knowing smile; Sheriff was obviously feeling a bit uncomfortable and surprised. I couldn't help myself but smirk while pulling my shirt down.
"Took you a while" I said smiling from ear to ear as if nothing really happened; as if I wasn't caught red handed making out with Dean
"Obviously not long enough" Bobby nibbled at me and I pulled him a face but kept the answer on my lips for myself
"So, will you get us out of here or what?" Dean asked with a self-satisfied smile
"We can come back later if you want" Sam suggested
"Bitch!" Dean barked
"Jerk."
I smiled. Their brotherly love for each other was hell of a thing. I found the way they were showing their feelings for each other by offends quite sweet and amusing. Sheriff Jody opened the cell door and I sneaked out heading to her office – I knew there's some paperwork that should be done with our bailing out. The others followed me. On the half of the way I stood face to face to Bill and a well suited up man - obviously his lawyer. Our eyes locked and I did my best to show him how exactly much I didn't care about him. Dean cursed and rushed towards him. I managed to stop him putting my hands on his chest.
"It's not worth it, Dean" I said and looked up in his green eyes "It's not worth it."
"Yeah, call off your puppy, Blake, 'cause it can get ugly" Bill sniggered; his face was bruised and his nose tumid; he was limping and I felt really ugly amount of satisfaction
"Yeah? You wanna try my fist again?" Dean growled and this time Sam and Bobby put their hands on his shoulders holding him back. I looked at Bill with disgust; I didn't know what I had seen in him to stay with him for over two years. At the beginning he was nice, smart guy with caring heart – he was cute and I loved him. Everything was perfect for the first year and a half; but then he lost his job and left unemployed he became a drunk. He was coming home so cut off he wasn't able to spell his own name, he was anxious and angry all the time. Soon the beating started. First it was only when he was drunk but it escalated pretty quickly. He was pathetic douchebag.
"That's enough, fellas" I kept my eyes fixed on Bill "Zip up and hide the rulers" I put my hand around Dean's waist "I don't need measurements to know who's the better man"
I could hear Sam choking, trying not to laugh. Sheriff patted me on the shoulder and winked at me as if she was saying "good job". Only Bobby was silent but he wasn't the type who's gonna sing in someone's praise. On the other hand his eyes full of pride spoke for him.
Fifteen minutes later we walked out of the police department. I was walking next to Dean, Bobby and Sam ahead of us, far enough not to hear us talk. I wanted to grab his hand so badly but I didn't. I knew that'd made Dean feel uncomfortable. Rarely there was a hunter used to be shown affection to him. Dean wasn't an exception. Still I was close enough to him for our shoulders to touch while walking. I looked at him. He was so damn handsome. He looked calm and peaceful right now. I might didn't want to stay back waiting for a hunter to come home and worrying about his ass all the time but since I met Dean I was doing exactly that. Dean was worth it. And still my dad made me lethal – I realized that when I was about to shoot Bill, when somehow I overcame my fear of hurting people. I protected Dean but I could use what Dad taught me to save people. To be a real hunter, not just a bookworm. I left Bill wanting a clean start. Dean was my clean start and it was worth the shot. I didn't know what waited me from now on, what was meant to be for me and Dean but I could only hope for the best and make the best of it.
"You know" I said hesitantly, looking up to Dean's green eyes "I can be of help on your hunting trips"
"You want me to take you on a hunt?" he was surprised
"Yeah, why not?"
"Not a chance, Warrior Princess" he snapped
"Like you can stop me" I rolled my eyes
Dean sighed. He knew how stubborn I could get. I could see in his eyes I almost won this one. He just needed a little push in the right direction.
"I wanna be a hunter, Dean" I said "I'm going, with or without you. End of story." Then I added "I really prefer to be with you."
"Fine" he growled in surrender and I tried to hide my smile "But you're gonna do what I tell you. I don't wanna see you getting hurt."
"I won't get hurt" I promised and rolled my eyes.
He was so overprotective and I found it remarkably cute but I knew that in future because of that I'd have severe problems. I smiled. He agreed and I was damn happy about that.
We got into the car and drove off – Bobby and me on the back seat. Dean didn't speak about our conversation. I supposed he wanted to find a case first then tell Sam I'm joining them. Neither of us mentioned the reason Dean and I ended arrested. There was no need. Bobby told me long ago his opinion about Bill and my not-hitting-anybody problem. Sam was silent just because he was too good and kind to start questioning me and I appreciated that.
Soon we were at Bobby's. I climbed out of the Impala and waited for Sam and Bobby to get into the house. Dean agreed to take me on a hunt and that was a nice start. He deserved something in return so I decided to play it a bit naughty and catch him by surprise. I hoped it'd work. Once I was good at flirting and giving boys hints of what I want and how I want it. I hoped that I was still that good. Or at least good enough to catch Dean's attention. I tilted my head and looked at him with my eyes half-closed, biting my lower lip. Obviously it was working because Dean looked at me eagerly, little sparkles playing in his eyes – he knew well enough he was about to get laid.
"Oh, and if you want, now that we're back home we can finish what we started in that cell" I said smiling at him "And maybe I'll show you my tattoos."
"There's more than one?" Dean asked; his eyes shone with bright flame of lust and I chuckled
"There's only one way for you to find out" and I entered the house, leading him to my room
Summary: kind of a quick summary to all eleven season but with a woman who’s always been there to help and give her best for the brothers, especially one of them
Warnings: can’t think of any
Note: This was supposed to be a quick drabble. But I’ve always sucked at short stories... no matter how hard I try I just can’t write something that is less than 1000 words... :D Anyways, happy reading! :)
She was always there.
She was there when he went to Stanford to ask his brother for help. And she stayed all the way until they found John.
She was there when they fought the Yellow eyed. And she did her best to help.
She was there when he was in hospital, dying. She cried her eyes out. Then she cried of happiness, knowing he’d be fine.
She was there when his father died. And she helped her best. She was there when he wrecked his precious Baby after talking to his little brother about John’s death. She was there to hold him tight and soothe his pain.
She was there when he was trying to protect his little brother from the Yellow eyed and the abilities that the demon blood granted him.
She was there when Sam died and no matter how hurt she was for pushing her away, she stayed.
She was there even after he sold his soul. She cried when she found out. She fought hard to keep him in this world. She even offered her own soul for his, trying to break his deal. Yeah, she was also there when he died. And she was devastated.
She was there when he came back from Hell. And then she cried again from pure blissful happiness to see him again. To be able to touch him, hold him, talk to him…
She was there when he had nightmares. She was giving him a friendly hug and a bottle of beer for the rest of the night that they were spending in talking and watching shitty reality shows.
She was there when he tried to figure all this angel shit out.
She was there when he was trying to get Sam on the right path. She was doing her best to be there for him, to be his support when the only person who mattered the most in the whole world for him was turning against him and against any reason. And was in alliance with a demon.
She was there when the consequences of Lilith’s death caught up with them. When he and Sam were on the edge, no trust between them. When they weren’t acting like brothers, she was the one to put sense into their thick heads. So they could stand against Lucifer united.
She was there when Sam jumped into the pit and he was heartbroken. She was the one to help him get together and pushed him to Lisa and Ben. She was checking him out every couple of weeks, to be sure his happy apple pie life wasn’t falling apart and wasn’t in risk. Not that he ever found out about that.
She was there when Sam came back, soulless and cruel. She helped to solve this, as she always did.
She was there when Cas betrayed them. When he was so disappointed and hurt because of his best friend and the choices the angel made.
She was there when he gave up on Lisa and Ben. She was the one to help him get through this. She was the one doing her best to repair his broken heart.
She was there when the Leviathans were conquering the world.
She was there when he believed Cas was dead.
She was there when Bobby died. She was the one to help him and Sam to go on. To keep fighting.
She was there when he had to deal with the vengefulness of Bobby’s spirit and the craziness of Cas.
She was there when he and Castiel took down Dick Roman. And it killed her to know she lost him yet again.
She was there when he returned from Purgatory, changed with new, sharper edge and more rough and severe than ever before. Still, she was there. She helped him get back into the real world.
She was there when he chose Sam over Benny. She was the shoulder he leaned on after this hard decision.
She was there while he and Sam fought to close the Gates of Hell. She was taking care of ill Sam and worried-sick Dean. She was giving him hope.
She was there when he realized closing the Gates meant Sam’s death. So she helped him put the trials to an end.
She was there when the angels fell.
She was there when he let Ezekiel heal Sam. She knew it’s wrong, she tried to reason him but he loved his little brother too much to just let Sam go. So she helped with his insane plan once again.
She was there when the plan of Ezekiel healing Sam went to hell. Because Ezekiel was Gadreel…
She was there when Kevin died because of them both. She was the one to hold him while tears silently streamed down his face.
She was there when he listened how Crowley tortured Gadreel out of Sam’s body. She was there, soothing him, giving him hope, saying everything’s going to be all right.
She was there when Sam was so mad at him and claimed they weren’t family anymore. She was the one helping him get through the day. She was the one to pacify Sam. She was the one who went after him when he left Sam and Cas. But she found him too late.
She was there when the Mark started affecting him. She was his anchor. Her very presence helped him keep his lust for blood in line. And still, they all knew it was not enough. That she was not enough.
She was there when he killed Abaddon. And when he went after Metatron.
She was there when he died. In front of her eyes. Again. And she was heartbroken. Again…
She was there when Sam found out he was a demon. And she helped Sam to get him back.
She was there when the pitch black transformed into emerald green. Those eyes she loved so much…
She was there after he lost control, when the Mark took over…
She was there, helping him with the guilt. Reassuring him they’d find a way out. As they always did.
She was there when he slaughtered the whole Stein family because of Charlie. And even the monstrous things he did couldn’t make her love him less.
She was there when he tried to kill Sam in order to get Death send him away, so he wouldn’t hurt anyone ever again.
She was there when he was finally free of the Mark.
She was there while he struggled with his connection to Amara. Connection that was breaking her heart. But by now she was used to it.
She was there when he went to ask Lucifer for help alongside Sam, Crowley and Rowena.
She was there when this blew right into their faces. When Cas said “yes” to Lucifer. And when it turned out that even God’s favorite couldn’t stop the Darkness.
She was there when Chuck finally revealed his true identity. And she was just as pissed as him for God abandoned them all...
She was there when he went on his suicidal mission to stop Amara. She cried and cried, begging him to let her do it. But he refused. The goodbye left her numb and heartbroken. She was losing him again. So she decided she just had enough. She couldn’t go on like this, loving a man who never was truly hers. Living a life of someone’s shoulder to cry on when she had none of that. She had enough heartbreaks for lives ahead. And she couldn’t take any more. She was tired of this life. She was tired of taking care of everyone. So she just took off… For the first time in more than ten years she was there only for herself. And the feeling was good.
She wasn’t there when he came back to an empty bunker with his resurrected mother. She wasn’t there when he needed her reassuring smile and eternal optimism. She wasn’t there. Dean Winchester lost forever the only woman who was always there for him, his strong support and pillar of hope and light in dark times. She wasn’t there… and she was never going to be.
This is my first li’l drabble for @mrs-squirrel-chester ‘s Album Fanfic Writing Challenge. My album is Smokin’ Hearts and Broken Guns - Shaman’s Harvest. This drabble was inspired by the song Dangerous. Check it out, I play this album ALL THE TIME.
You see, the thing is – I don’t care. I don’t hate anything, I don’t love anything, I don’t get my little feelings hurt, I don’t feel guilty. About anything.
I just do what I do. I can’t be shut down. I can’t be lost. I can’t be discarded.
And I don’t really do anything. I just feed the need, help it build and build until it explodes into action.
He thinks he escaped his fate. He’s hoping that, maybe, he got a reprieve. He thinks that maybe – just maybe – he can control me. But he can only fight for so long.
I know all of his secrets. I know how alone he feels, like no one else can understand. And he’s right. There’s only one person who could possibly understand.
His brother just keeps pushing to let him help. Pushing, pushing, pushing. He thinks he’s resisting because he doesn’t want anything worse unleashed on this world. And that’s true. But the truth is, he’s tasted the absolute power to inflict pain, grant life or administer death, and that’s seductive - addictive. In fact, he knew that power before I ever knew him. Practiced, honed it to a fine art. He was the perfect apprentice. And that experience – that cold, heartless infliction of pain on other souls… that’s just a bonus for me. Although…
He has always been one to take a beating, especially for someone else, it makes him feel worthy. It makes him feel alive.
Well, he had to be worthy to earn me. And he will serve me in the end.
I am the Mark of Cain. And I’m just getting started.
This one’s for @one-shots-supernatural hiatus challenge, the prompt is: I’m trying my best to be polite, here.
Pairing: none
Summary: Reader gets herself in trouble in the middle of a bar and things get even more complicated when the Winchesters step in
Warnings: cursing, blood, death
Note: as usual this one didn’t go as planned - it’s longer than it was supposed to, sorry about that... Whatever, happy reading, hope you’ll like it :)
“You see, I really can use your help, pal” I say, looking hopefully at the bartender, slipping the photo towards him “He’s in trouble”
“Listen, lady” he says irritably “I already told you, I haven’t seen nobody”
I sigh. He knows something, I can tell. But I can’t understand why he doesn’t want to help me. I need to find my brother. He’s missing for almost a week now. He came here to check out a possible case. People were missing, just like him now. I’m worried sick, I shouldn’t have let him come alone but I was finishing a hunt a state over so we agreed to meet here. But by the time I came, he was gone. And being a hunter, I know this means trouble. The kind of trouble that can get you killed.
If J was here, he was going to persuade this ass to tell us whatever we needed. He’s that good with people and being twins one can think so am I. But truth to be told, I’m not. From both of us, I’m the reckless one, I’m the rude one, the one that will get what she wants from you through a couple of punches… Yeah, I’m impatient… and a bitch. So the next time the bartender comes near me, I reach over grabbing him for the collar of his shirt and slam him into the counter, his face inches away from my brother’s picture… and the blade of my knife that is now stuck into the wood of the bar. He doesn’t dare to move, even though his hands are free.
“I’m trying my best to be polite, here” I hiss “So I suggest you tell me everything you know before I beat it out of you.”
I know I’m drawing attention, it’s Friday night and the place’s full. Couple of guys are even on their feet wanting to interfere. But they won’t. At least as long as my knife is near the bartender’s neck. So I keep it there. With the corner of my eye I notice two men that are keeping to the shadows of the bar, cautiously approaching me. I saw them outside the bar. We came at the same time. Both of them are tall, well-built. There’s something about the way they move, how they check their surroundings. They’re dangerous, I can tell. And right now it’ll be a problem for me to handle both of them and get the information I need without ending behind bars. Cause I hear how someone’s talking to the 911 operator… Damn it! I need to get out of here. Now.
“You better stay there, boys” I warn the two men “Or I’ll cut him open…” I force the bartender to stand up, pushing him in front of me, the blade still on his throat even though he’s taller than me and it’s difficult to control him like that
“No, please” the bartender whines “I can’t, please!”
“Oh, shut up, you rat” I push him hard “And you’ll might live long enough to survive this”
“Why don’t we talk about it?” one of the two strangers suggests; he’s got dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes
“Yeah, right” I laugh, cautiously leading the silent now bartender to the door “So the cops could come, right? I think I’ll pass, thanks” I managed a few more steps towards the door
I notice how the green eyed exchanges a quick look of understanding with his companion, slightly tilting his head. The other man, even taller, with brown shaggy hair, nods and steps forward.
“Okay” he raises his hands reassuringly, I see the green-eyed stepping towards the bathroom “It’s okay. Just relax”
“Darling, I’m as relaxed as if I was on the beach and someone handsome like you were giving me back massage” now only three steps from the way out
“How about you let him go and I’ll make sure you’ll leave in one piece before the police come?”
“How about you call your partner and tell him to come back here before he climbs out from the bathroom’s window?” I ask pressing the knife to the bartenders throat just enough to draw blood “Or he’s gonna meet his creator…” I see the surprise on his face and I do my best to quickly leave
The crowd divides to make me space so I can go through the door. I know exactly where the green-eyed’s going to be waiting for me – just around the corner. There’s no way I could go around it, with my lack of luck lately, my car is parked there. The one with the shaggy hair follows me. Son of a bitch! The only way to leave without a fight is to let the bartender. And that’s something I can’t do. I have to handle the two strangers and in the same time keep my hostage from running away. I pull the bartender and step away from the corner, making sure I can see both of the men. I press the knife a bit. I don’t want to kill him. And I’m not going to, but he doesn’t know that.
“Start talking” I growl
“I can’t” the bartender groans, I feel his tears rolling down my hand “I can’t, please!”
Now both strangers are against me, thankfully the people from the bar are inside. At least they are that much clever. But those men… I need to get rid of them. But I don’t know how. They’ve got guns, I can see the bulges under their jackets. They’re probably cops or something… And they’re shortening the distance.
“Speak!” I order, yanking my hostage
“No, please” he cries “They’ll kill her!”
“What?” I frown, involuntarily loosening my grip “Who?”
“They’ve got my daughter” he whines “She’s only four…”
Taking advantage of my distraction the two strangers advance. I realize too late what’s happening. The green-eyed flings at me while the other one pulls the bartender away, on a safe distance. I twist my body, trying to escape his grip, but it’s too late, his arms tightly pressing me against him, the knife falling on the ground. But I continue to fight and the grip starts loosening. I realize I just might have a chance. So does my attacker.
“Sam” he grunts, while I lunge my elbow into his ribs “Little help here”
The other one comes just close enough for me to kick him in the face. He staggers back, his hand covering his broken nose, his hazel eyes wide in surprise. I wrench myself from the other one and punch him as hard as I can, in the same time kicking him in the balls, pulling his gun from the band of his pants. No holster, he’s no cop then. The shaggy-haired one’s about to jump on me but I point the pistol at him.
“I wouldn’t, if I were you” I warn him, gesturing him to go next to his partner “Your gun” he throws it on the ground as I approach the bartender, who’s shaking like a leaf under the attack of Octomber’s wind. “Relax” I roll my eyes “I wasn’t going to kill you anyway. Just tell me who’s got your daughter and where. When I get her to you in safety, you’ll tell me what I need to know. Deal?” as I speak I never let the two strangers out of my sight, they look surprised by me, obviously I was very convincing in my murderous intentions
“You can’t help me” the bartender quietly says
“Why not?” I suppress a laugh, there’s hardly anything I can’t handle, I notice a movement and my head snaps into that direction “Hands where I can see them!” I order the strangers and they obediently do it “Don’t try anything stupid, or I swear…” I shake my head and ask the bartender “Why can’t I help you? I swear, I’ll bring your daughter back, okay?”
“They’re not…” my previous hostage shakes “not human…” he shakes his head “You won’t believe what they’re capable of… it’s not… natural. It’s crazy and…”
“Trust me” I sigh “I’ve dealt with my share of crazy. And what do you mean not natural?”
“They’re monsters…”
“What kind of monsters?” I yell at him, losing what’s left of my patience “Werewolves, ghosts, rugaru? What?!”
The three men look more than shocked from my outburst. The shaggy-haired steps forward
“Wait, you’re a…”
“Shut the hell up or I’ll blow your freakin’ brains out!” I shout and turn to the bartender “What monsters?”
“Vampires” he cries
“There we go” I sigh “was it that hard?”
“You don’t think I’m crazy?” the man asks in disbelieve
“Dude, I’ve been hunting and killing monsters since I was five.” I roll my eyes “So, yeah, of course I believe you”
That’s when I hear the sirens. The cops are near.
“Damn it!” I rage and look at the two strangers “It’s your lucky day, boys. Looks like you’re gonna make it out alive” I quickly hit the release and the clip drops on the ground, then I toss the gun to its owner “It was nice to meet you” I cheekily smile at them and grab the bartender, pushing him towards my car.
“Wait!” I hear someone calling from behind so I turn around; it’s the green-eyed “You’ll need a ride” he pats the hood of his black muscle car, his partner’s already inside
“I’ve got my own, thanks.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have the time to change a spare tire” he shrugs and pulls out a jack knife
“You son of a bitch!” I exclaim, the police’s sirens are getting closer. Damn it!
“Come on” the green-eyed rushes me “We’ll take my car”
“Why should I trust you?”
“I don’t see you’ve got much of a choice here” he smugly states
He’s right and he knows it. Oh, I’m gonna make him pay for damaging my car. But for now, I must go with him.
“Come on” I nod at the bartender and he follows me “Hop in”
“And” the green-eyed says while getting in the car “I believe we hunters should stick together”
“You two are hunters?” I shake my head while he drives off; that explains a lot “Now you decide to tell me… Unbelievable” I grumpily mutter under my nose “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Sam” the shaggy-haired says, still pressing his nose “This is my brother, Dean. And we want to help.”
Sam and Dean. Hunters. Ready to help. There’s only one explanation.
“Wow” I chuckle when the realization hits me “I just kicked some Winchesters’ asses. I’m Y/N”
My plan is plain and simple. Sam and Dean agreed to it. It’s stupid enough to work. But the odds are definitely not in my favor lately, so all hell breaks loose when the Winchesters and I march into the vamps’ den. There are ten of them and it’s enough to get someone killed.
The bartender told us they were keeping his daughter with the rest of the people they were draining for blood and his job was to target the victims, otherwise they were going to kill his kid. He knew about two vampires. I supposed they were no more than six, maybe seven. I was damn wrong. My idea was to draw the vamps out while one of us sneaks inside to free my brother, because I was refusing to believe he was dead, and the rest of the people and get the little girl while the vampires were occupied outside.
It is completely unnecessary to say it doesn’t go as well as planned. Sam and Dean are all covered in blood we got from a hospital. The smell of A+ definitely draws the vamps out. The cries for help the Winchesters make help, too. But the monsters are smart enough to leave two guards to watch over the little girl and the captives. So my sneaking in turns out to be a complete disaster since the vamps get my scent immediately and the noise that we make while fighting get some of the other vampires back inside.
“It was about damn time!” J yells at me while trying to get free from the ropes bounding him
“Oh, shut up!” I growl and with swift move manage to decapitate my opponent so I rush towards my twin and quickly cut his ropes “Get the girl and get out of here”
“But…”
“Go!” I’m already fighting another vamp who’s trying to stop J
With the corner of my eye I see how my brother hugs the little scared to death little girl and runs outside as fast as he can. Relief washes upon me. J is safe, the girl, too. Now I can completely concentrate on the fight.
It’s complete massacre. There’s blood everywhere, chopped heads flying in the air. I’m bruised and all covered in dirt and blood, my own and vampires and dead man’s probably, too. I get few nice punches that most likely get me broken ribs. One of them flings me across the room which sends sharp pain through my entire body and while I’m trying to get on my feet another one sinks his teeth into my neck. But Dean helps me, stabbing the monster in the back, which gives me the opportunity to wrench myself of his grip and behead it.
There are growls and yells and thuds. Blood and shrieks. The familiar sound of blade going through flesh and bone… Out of nowhere J appears, swinging a machete. He goes straight to the rest of the people, starting to untie them. What the hell is he doing back here? Where’s the kid? He’s supposed to look after her… I swing my blade and another head makes a perfect arc, sprinkling around drops of blood, and then lands with a thud on the ground. Very few vampires are still alive, but one of them gets to my twin.
“Jay!” I scream in complete panic, rushing towards him “Look out!”
The time stops. No matter how fast I am, I realize I’m gonna be late. J turns around in surprise, raising his blade, but he can’t match the vampire’s speed. The monster grabs him for the throat, pulling him up on his feet, facing me. The vampire smiles viciously at me while his hands go around my brother’s head. J smiles at me, a look of understanding and realization… his eyes are calm, as if he tries to tell me it’s okay. But it’s not. In complete horror I see how the vamp snaps my brother’s neck. A second later a blade goes through his own neck as Sam leans over. But it doesn’t matter anymore.
“NO!” I cry out, throwing myself to my brother “No, no, no…”
But he’s long gone. Nothing else matters anymore. Only the pain and the emptiness I feel inside me. Tears roll down my cheeks as I cradle his lifeless body, hugging him tightly. He’s everything I ever had. Everything. My whole world just shattered into million pieces of pain and sorrow. There’s a lump in my throat, my head’s about to explode and I can barely breathe… I just want to lie down beside him and let the oblivion envelope me. Numbness is all I wish for. I want it to end. I want everything to end…
The fire quickly consumes J’s body. I watch completely indifferent as smoke rises from the pyre, going straight into the sunny cloudless and cold sky. I feel nothing. Well, besides emptiness. Yeah, I feel empty. With J died a piece of me, if not the whole me. I feel exhausted and weak, my grief taking its toll.
I don’t know what I was going to do if it wasn’t for Sam and Dean. They did everything for my twin’s burial. And I’m more than grateful for it. I was in no condition to do it on my own.
Dean’s standing next to me and when I deeply sigh, he gently wraps his arm around me, pulling me for tight reassuring hug. I let him. I realize I need that, so I hide my face in his chest.
“You know…” Sam hesitantly starts “you’re not in really good shape right now and we were thinking…”
“Well, we’ve got a safe place” Dean explains “So you can crash for a while”
“At least until your body heals” Sam shrugs and places his huge hand on my shoulder
“Oh” a slight smile appears on my lips, my eyes glue to the flames “That’d be nice” I agree “Thanks” then I chuckle “I bet you never thought you’d invite the girl who kicked both your asses to stay at your place, huh?”
They smile at me and I shake my head. J would’ve liked the Winchesters. He also would want me to go on with my life. He’s my twin and I knew him better than anyone in the whole freaking world. I realize I can’t give up. I don’t have that right. Maybe spending some time with Sam and Dean is going to be my fresh start. God knows I need it. I have to live. For my brother.
Summary: Daughter of a hunter, Blake knows plenty about the supernatural world. She meets the Winchesters for the first time at Bobby’s place and she’s got no idea how this will change her life.
Warning: violence, abusive ex, mentioned death
Note: usually chapters are tightly connected, so it might not make complete sense without reading the other parts: 1, 2 , 3 :) Anyways, hope you’ll like it and happy reading :)
A week later I was trying to repair my Mustang. It made some really strange noises and it refused to start which made me quite edgy. The Winchesters were on another hunt and Bobby went to the University library to "borrow" another book he needed but he should've come home soon. My thoughts were going back in that night I spent cuddled next to Dean on the couch. I couldn't stop feeling butterflies in my stomach every time I thought of him. When Sam saw us on the morning, wrapped around one another he couldn't hide his all-knowing smile. But Dean and I acted as if nothing happened and I preferred that. We had a small talk, including him with a large smirk on his face
"If I didn't know you, I'd say you had a thing for me" Dean winked at me while helping me get up
"Thank god, you know me" I answered with irony
"Why?" he insisted smiling cheeky "You really wouldn't make out with me?"
"In your dreams, Winchester" I said and went to prepare breakfast
And that was it. The topic was closed. And for the best. We weren't for each other and he was my friend – end of story.
"Damn it" I cursed while watching under the hood – everything seemed just right. Where the hell was the problem?!
I was all covered with grease my shirt, my hands, I wouldn't be surprised if I had and on my face and hair. I looked up – the sun was shining bright and the sky was clear. Nice weather for a picnic, but I ignored that thought and lied beneath the car. I cursed – I couldn't see a damn thing here. I needed a flashlight to check if the problem for the strange noise was down here – otherwise I was going to ask Dean for help, I really didn't know what to do, which was quite unpleasant surprise for me.
I heard footsteps. I quickly assumed Bobby was home and was sure he could give me a hand with the car.
"Hey, Grandpa, be nice and give me the flashlight. It's in the tool box." I turned my head
Even under the car I could see that the shoes next to my legs weren't Bobby's. Damn it. A cold shiver went down my spine.
"So you're hiding from me in this den, huh?" I knew this voice pretty well; I felt ice-cold fear flowing in my veins
I crept out of under the car to face my ex.
"Bill?" I was shocked, breathing hard "What are you doing here?"
His face was all anger.
"I came for you" he looked around and I warily went round the car leaving it between both of us "I should've figured it out earlier you'd be here" he looked back at me and I could easily recognize the huge amount of alcohol in his system "You're coming home with me"
"I ain't going anywhere with you" I said making another step back, ready to run
"Why? You, whore, you're sleeping with one of them, aren't you?" his voice was rage; his fingers were clenched into fists as he approached me "Those brothers. I can bet it's the green-eyed, right? I've seen you together"
"You've been watching me?" I couldn't hide the panic in my voice, stepping back "I left you, Bill. We broke up." I tried to reason him
"You ran away!" he yelled at me, quickly closing the distance between us
I freaked out and ran but he was faster and stronger. He grabbed my hair, his fist hit my jaw. I screamed, raising my hands to hide my face. Somehow I managed to wrench myself away but he slapped me so hard in the face I fell on the ground. I felt the familiar taste of blood in my mouth. I crawled back trying to put some distance between me and Bill. I could've protect myself… but I wasn't going to… the memories of what happened the last time I defended myself flooded my mind, tears were filling my eyes. Bill was going to beat me up and this time it was going to be worse than ever before. I could see it in his mad eyes. I hoped that the restraint order would keep me save but I was wrong. Bill grabbed my arms and put me on my feet, his breath was poisoned with alcohol. He hit me again and I was on the ground.
"Hey, douchebag!" familiar voice, full of anger came across the yard; Bill froze in surprise.
I arose, spitting blood, to see Dean. He was back and fade smile appeared on my face. If I didn't know him, I'd be scared as hell – he was so pissed off. And he was quickly shortening the distance between Bill and himself. I saw he looked me with concern; then he focused on Bill with rage in his eyes.
"Why don't you pick up someone your size?" Dean barked and his fist landed in Bill's face; they fought.
I quickly got on my feet and tried to separate them from one another - they were beating the crap out of each other – but ended on the ground again because Bill knocked me down. I could see Dean's lips bled. And in that moment I totally lost it. I got up and managed to get between them. I pushed Dean away, taking his gun from his belt with a swift move –he didn't even realize what I did, and in the same time kicked Bill in the balls. With only two quick moves he was on the ground, not able to catch his breath because of my foot on his throat and the blood flowing out of his broken nose. I pointed the gun to his head, my finger on the trigger. I could hear Dean breathing heavily next to me, his eyes full of surprise. But I knew he wouldn't stop me.
"Well, Bill" I hissed, my voice was calm and cold, I still had taste of blood in my mouth "now our positions are switched. I never fought back because I didn't want to hurt you – I didn't care how bad you'd beat me up. But you hurt someone you shouldn't. And you're gonna pay for that." I was going to shoot him and felt no regret or gilt for that. Maybe, after all, I was nothing more but cold-blooded murderer. I didn't really care.
Half an hour later I was staring at the ceiling of the cell Dean and I were locked up in. Bill was somewhere here too. The police officers were smart enough to separate us. Lucky for Bill the police showed up in the last minute and locked the three of us up – obviously one of Bobby's neighbors, Marcy Ward, called the police because she saw suspicions guy trespassing upon Bobby's yard. Bill got away from my gun with his miserable life.
I was lying on the floor, trying to avoid talking to Dean. I could feel his eyes fixed on me.
"So… Warrior Princess" Dean said "You're hell of kick ass hunter."
That made me smile. I made a grin – my jaw was pulsating; it was going to be a nice bruise there
"God, I forgot what it feels like…" I mumbled while sitting next to Dean
"What?" he looked confused
"Being beaten up" I said "I forgot how every part of your body is in pain and the headache is so unbearable you wanna just shoot yourself"
"I thought you were a bookworm" he irritated me "That's the after-hunt-feeling you just described"
"I've never been on a real hunt, Dean" I dared to look at him
"You mean…" his look changed when he realized what I was telling him "Who's he? I'm gonna kill the sonvabitch!"
"No, you won't" I said calmly "He's my ex-boyfriend. That's how we usually argued." I smiled a little trying not to move my jaw
Dean's lips were split. And he had a black eye. Again - this time because of me.
"You shouldn't have interfered" I said quietly
"And let him beat you up?" he was shocked and angry of my words "Not a damn chance!" he hissed in low voice "I won't let anyone hurt you!"
"I can take care of myself, Dean" I said softly
"Yeah, I saw that" he looked irritated "You were going to let him beat you up. Even though you could kick his ass for less than a second"
I sighed and closed my eyes. How was I supposed to explain him that?!
"I just… You don't understand"
"Make me understand" I felt his fingers on my hand and I opened my eyes just to see his concern for me "We've got time" he smiled "Sam and Bobby won't come right away. It'll take them time to bail us out. Talk to me."
"Oh, shit… Fine!" I grumbled and took a deep breath "You know why I never talk about my Dad?"
"Not really. I only know that before his death you knew nothing about those things" Dean said quietly "Bobby said a demon killed him"
"No. It wasn't the demon. It was me. I killed him."
Summary: A hunt goes wrong and Alexa Hale has no idea how this will change her life or just might end it as well...
Pairing: DeanxOC (sort of)
Warning: can’t think of any, but maybe cursing, hurt OC
P.S: kind of how I imagined this would look like - here
Happy reading!! :)
I quickly dialed and put the phone on my ear holding it with my shoulder while swiftly moving from one room to another, gun in my hand. I could hear the man behind me struggling with every obstacle I had put between the two of us while trying to escape. He was going to kill me, I knew it for sure. Fear raced through my veins, but I was doing my best to control the panic. I really didn't' want to die, especially from his hand. I was a hunter for fuck's sake – I knew how to react in dangerous situations. I just had to be calm and reasonable and I was going to make it. I begged Sam to answer his phone. Now I started running, closing and locking the doors behind me while trying to get to the garage.
"Hey, Lexi" Sam finally answered his phone
"I hope you've got that bronze dagger" I said and ducked when behind me spread the familiar sound of forced opened door, I looked over my shoulder. I was still alone but it was a matter of seconds…
"What was that?" Sam asked, concern in his voice
"Well" I rushed into the garage "Guess who's gonna do the siren's dirty work" I opened the door to the first car I got to and slid inside
"No… Not again" Sam groaned "I'm on my way, just hold on"
"Don't have time for this" I hissed and started the ignition "She's here, too. Enjoying the show, I guess" I quickly drove and got on the road "I'm coming to you"
"Okay. I'm heading to the bunker. We'll meet somewhere on the road"
"Fine" I growled and hang up the phone
It was getting dark; the sky was overcast and gloomy. There were not going to be any stars tonight. Dull clouds were hovering over the road as I drove as fast as I could and dared. Storm was coming. I looked in the rare mirror and cursed. The Impala was behind me quickly shortening the distance. I was really good driver but Dean was better. I was so dead. I stepped on the gas, the engine roaring.
I managed to put some distance between the two cars but I knew this wouldn't last long. I hoped Sam was close. I should have never let the boys go alone. Just half day earlier it was just a regular hunt and I decided to stay at the bunker to do research while Sam and Dean went to check the witnesses. Then they called and said it was a siren and they knew how to kill it and that I had to stay sharp and not go out until they come back at the bunker. I agreed and did a research of my own because I never before had heard about sirens. It turned out they were nasty creatures. The one infected by the siren was ready to do anything the creature told him to. And that usually ended in bloody violence. Still, I wasn't pretty sure how the siren was controlling her victims so I called Sam to check what was going on and to get more information. He explained me that he and Dean had already dealt with siren in the past and quickly briefed me in.
"So this oxyto… something" I asked "That's how she controls people? And because of it they think they're in love with her?"
"Yeah" Sam sounded distracted
"And she can read people's mind? That's disturbing…" I said worried about the boys "And she can be killed only by her own venom?"
"Yeah… Look, Lexi, I'm a bit busy" Sam cut me off "I'm trying to get a bronze knife. Dean's checking the last place the siren was seen. We'll be back soon and we'll talk, ok?"
"Yeah, sure. Sorry." I hang up, looking at the pictures on my laptop's screen
This thing could change its appearance and could read minds. There was a chance it knew we were after it. How were we going to find it and kill it? I was worried. This siren sounded dangerous. Only half an hour later I knew how right I was. Dean came back in the bunker. But he wasn't with Sam. There was busty black-haired chick in short red dress and high stiletto heels with him. I wasn't sure why but the moment I saw them I knew something's wrong. Maybe it was because Dean never brought his one night stands to the bunker, or it was her cold blue eyes and cruel smile that appeared on her red lips when she saw me, or maybe it was Dean's stone expression that scared the shit out of me. I took a step back and saw the chick's reflection in the mirror on the wall – ugly, hairless with inhuman facial features. It was the siren. And she got Dean who obviously was ready to strangle me with his bare hands. So I ran, not waiting to hear the siren's orders to Dean giving me a death sentence.
A crash that made me for a second lose control of the car quickly snapped me back from my thoughts and brought me in the present. The Impala hit my car again. I cursed under my breath and stepped on the gas trying to escape Dean and his deadly maneuvers. I could hear the Impala roaring behind my wheels. I couldn't imagine how strong was the siren's grip over Dean's mind for him to risk his precious car in order to kill me. The next hit shook my entire body and I almost hit my head in the driving wheel. Where the hell was Sam? I needed him now. A loud bang, another collision. I screamed and cursed completely losing control of the vehicle. The car hydroplaned down the road, swerving from left to right and left again. My body jolted along with the swift sporadic movements and… I wasn't sure what happened but in the next moment the car rolled over and… I hit my head into something, losing consciousness…
The next thing I knew was I couldn't move. My body was twisted in a strange way but I didn't feel a thing. I was completely numb, my cheek pressed to the ground, my mouth filled with the familiar salty taste of blood. The windshield and the rear windows were broken, glass shattered all around and over me. I felt dizzy and weak, disorientated. I was seeing different bright patterns. I blinked a couple of times trying to get together. I really didn't want to pass out again.
A flash of light showered me. It was the Impala. There was no way of mistaking her rumbling. I heard the squeaking while doors were being opened. I needed my gun. Frantically I looked around trying to find it. Adrenalin rushing through my veins, giving me the strength I needed to do what I had to in order to survive. After what seemed an eternity I managed to put my hands on my gun. With a groan I tried to crawl out of the car but my lower body was completely insensible, refusing to obey my will. Something red was streaming my forehead down in my eyes, blurring my vision. My heart was racing, fear and panic fighting in my chest, I could barely breath. The doors of the Impala closed; I heard footsteps coming near me. A pair of boots stopped right in front of me. I twisted trying to see Dean's face. I pointed the gun to him but we both knew I wasn't going to shoot him. His features were calm, his green eyes cold and merciless. He was going to kill me, the gun in his hand only confirming that. I heard a car coming in the distance. For a moment I wondered where the siren bitch was; she had to be around, enjoying the show… Why would she tell Dean to kill me? How was it possible for me to be standing on her way to him? I thought that she'd work the boys up against one another… But Dean against me… Why? There was no way she knew about my crush on him… I sighed and lowered my gun. I gave up, I couldn't fight the darkness anymore. Let him shoot me… I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to rest…
"Dean!" I heard Sam, tension and worry in his voice; with a snap move Dean turned his head to his brother
Sam's presence gave me hope and strength. I forced myself to crawl out of the car. I could hear the sound of a struggle; Dean wasn't hovering over me anymore, so Sam was probably fighting him. Then there was a quick tapping of heels and a loud shriek - the siren was dead. I managed to roll over on my back. A lightning split the night sky, soon a thunder grumble followed. I felt cold drops of rain falling on my face. It was nice and refreshing.
"Lex!" someone ran towards me, strong hands lifted me "No, no… Lexi!"
I focused my eyes and saw a pair of green eyes staring down at me in concern and panic. I felt save and warm in his hug. I relaxed my body, not able to feel a thing.
"Hey, Dean" I mumbled trying to smile "Nice to have you back…"
And then the world spun around in a whirlpool of sounds and blurred images and I finally blacked out.
I got inspired for this by a fic I wrote: The Light at the End of the Tunnel. It’s not exactly the same as the fic, but I’m pretty happy how it turned out :D
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