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There's No Place Like Home-Part 20 (Final Chapter)

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place at the end of the 13 season.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Sooo much Fluff. Death. Blood.

A/N:Finally reached the last chapter after 4 years. I’m finally ready to say goodbye to it. Things have unraveled more and more, so I hope you’ve been paying attention. I wrote this while watching episode 21 at least 6 times. Reworking it had to happen, but I think I did the original script justice. Let me know what you think!

 Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy! 

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“I have a proposition for you.”

It has been a little over a week and you were back on campus, sitting in front of Dr. Frankel, your new boss. Things were coming together at the bunker, but some of the younger people from the other world were having difficulty adjusting to the new life. Or rather, the lack of things trying to murder them at any moment. The older ones as well, but Mary had them handled. There was a need for structure. Discipline. Knowledge. You knew just the place. 

“Jack?” He spoke with a smirk. “Bringing him to us?” 

“No,” you spoke firmly. “Another deal.”

“So you’re breaking the last one and now you want a new one? So why should I bargain with you? I see no reason to trust this would be of any use to us.”

“Lucifer is gone, is he not? And because there’s people that need our help,” you replied. “That is what you do here is it not?”

“For our kind,” he grumbled. “Not theirs, especially ones not of this world.”

“You know already, hmm?” He nodded in reply. Guess you couldn’t hide much from the head of Monster U. “They’re kids, college aged, who came back from the other world. They need help in this world. They need to be watched.”

“And you want to bring them here?” His eyes squeezed with disbelief. “Why?”

“Because you want to build a better future for those that are different? Isn’t that correct? Those who people would fear? Wouldn’t a group of kids from another world count? I mean, they do come with their own special skill set and knowledge…”

“And what would I get out of this?” His light shifted. He was intrigued.

“They know how to fight. All of them. They’ve battled worse than you could ever know, and survived. If anything comes to your doors, they’re the ones you want on your side. They've also seen what happens to your kind when you’re not fed properly or kept in line.”

“An alliance?” He replied. “Their safety for the future of ours?” 

“Yes.”

“This also means that you would have to be here more permanently as well to watch that no one goes… astray.”

“I will watch them, teach them to understand the world. I just need a place to keep them close. To keep them safe. The world can be cruel to those who are different. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“And Jack?” 

“He is being watched by the best.”

“The Winchester’s you mean?” He smirked. “That’s not so assuring for our kind.”

“My kind too,” you replied. “They’re teaching him to use his powers for good. To be a good person. He’s adjusting at the moment. Learning who he is. He needs to be around people he trusts. That's the Winchesters.”

“And if they fail?”

“Well, you did just agree to help protect an army under my watch,” you smiled. “I haven’t broken my promise from before. I am handling it. But take this deal and he will see it as an act of truce between us. Wouldn’t you feel more at ease with the son of the devil on your side rather than against? Be a smart man. Take the deal.”

_____

“Hey,” Dean spoke into his phone as he answered its ring.

“We have a deal,” Y/N responded. “I’m on my way back for them all.”

“I still think you're crazy,” he laughed into the receiver. 

“Not certifiable yet,” she laughed back. “Although I have agreed to marry you.”

“Hey now,” he smiled. “That’s the smartest decision you’ve ever made so far.”

“Anyways, I’ll be back in a couple hours. How’s Sam doing with the world lessons?”

“They’re all playing on google, getting lost on pinterest, YouTube,” he listed off.

“So completely normal things huh?” She giggled. “They’re adjusting?”

“Mostly,” he said as he looked over to Jack’s door, sulking alone in his room ever since they returned. “I’ll see you soon.”

Jack, the one person he didn’t know how to help. He couldn’t help. He was plagued by the loss of his father, his true father. He couldn’t bring back Lucifer. There was no way he would ever risk that, not that it was even likely he was still alive with Michael in the other world. Michael. The thought of him brought shivers down his spine. No, they could never go back. He couldn’t allow it.

___

“Hey there Doc,” you heard a familiar voice state as you walked down the stairs.

“Hey Bobby,” you smiled. “How’s it going?”

“Trying to figure out this apple thing they handed me,” he replied with a phone in his hand. “Why couldn’t they just give me an android like a normal person? Idjits.”

You laughed at the word idjits. Yup, it was a Bobby thing alright. This world and others alike. The last week had been insightful overall into the man whose face and spirit matched your fathers. He was warm and kind, but easily agitated and took no shit. Just like you. Although this Bobby had no daughter of his own, that didn’t stop him from treating you just as a father would. Giving you advice and just listening to you talk about your life. It was nice. He even offered to walk you down the aisle if Dean finally got the balls to ask you. His words, not yours. You didn’t tell him yet. No one knew. It had been an agreement between you and Dean while trying to figure out how to help everyone. Waiting a few weeks before giving the news. Giving you time to know the family that you never had. 

“Well give it time,” you chuckled. “You’ll figure it out.”

You walked past Sam who was helping some of the people with operating their phones. He saw you enter and smiled at you as you walked through. Just a normal day home. You continued to walk to Dean’s room where you knew he was probably hiding out in.

“Hey there gorgeous,” you smiled as you entered the room. He smiled back as he continued to load his duffel bag that laid on his bed. You wrapped arms around his abdomen as he loaded his gun.

“What’s happening?”

“Werewolves,” he replied. “A couple miles out. They got a couple that were camping.”

“Need help?” You offered. 

“Sam, Cas, and I are taking Jack to train him. Teach him how to be a hunter. To use his powers for good. Get him out of his room.”

“Is he still having trouble with it all?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I mean I did,” you teased. “I didn’t exactly take the news of being born from monsters lightly.”

“Maybe you could talk to him?” 

“Therapy session for the son of satan?” You teased with a roll of your eyes. Honestly, the thought intrigued, yet scared the hell out of you. 

“No, person to person. Someone who understands. Maybe that will help.”

“I’ll try,” you agreed. “But there is no telling what is going on in that mind of his Dean. He was born of pure evil.”

“He’s half human too,” Dean spoke up. “Just like you. You're a good person Y/N. If anyone can reach him, it’s going to be you.”

You agreed to talk to him. A task you had been avoiding the last week. You didn’t want to talk to him. He scared the shit out of you although he was just a child. An innocent child confused in the world. As you approached his door Gabriel’s words came to your memory. ‘Not everything that looks like a monster is.’

“Jack,” you called through the door after you knocked softly. “Can I come in?”

The door slowly opened. His blue eyes stared at you with puzzlement. This was the first time you had talked to him. Of course he wouldn’t understand.

“Hey,” you smiled. “I thought it was time we talked.”

He nodded as he moved over to let you in. His room was similar to the others, just a little more empty. No real possessions, just him. Lonely. That was the only way to describe it. The way you had felt most of your life. 

“We need to get you a poster or something in here,” you giggled nervously, unsure how to start the conversation without sounding like you were interrogating him.

“Of what?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Musicians. Movies. Do you like movies?”

“Dean has shown me a couple.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Favorite?” His eyes squeezed together.

“Yeah, which one did you like the most? Feel connected to?”

He took a pregnant pause as he contemplated his answer. You were hopeful that Dean actually showed him some classics and not that smut he hid under his bed.

“Star Wars ,” he replied with a smile. 

“Star Wars? Okay,” you chuckled. “Favorite character?”

“Luke,” he nodded with a smile. 

“Why Luke?”

“Because he fights evil,” he said so innocently. “He protects people. With the force.”

“Sounds just like someone else I know,” you smiled.

“Who?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“You.”

“How so?”

“We’ll look at you,” you said as you leaned up against his empty desk. “You have Dean as Han Solo. Sam is definitely chewy. Cas could be your Obi Wan, or Yoda. You're also powerful. You have your own force, and you’ve chosen to do good with it, right?”

“You mean not going darkside?” He said with annoyance in his voice. “That’s what Dean has called it.”

“Well, can you blame him?”

“I’m not like my father,” he shot you a hard look. His light shone bright. He was sincere. For the first time, you felt an ease to your worries. 

“And neither was Luke. In fact, Luke defeated him in Jedi, remember?” 

“Yes,” his eyes diverted to the ground. 

“Look, I know it’s difficult not knowing who your parents really are and only hearing from others what they were like,” you spoke softly. “And there’s no way to really fix that. Nothing anyone can say or do.”

“So what do I do?”

“You be good,” you smiled softly. “And strong. Be the type of person that makes your family proud:”

“My family?”

“Us Jack,” you replied. “Sam, Dean, Cas, and everyone else. We are your family. Family isn’t just the people who made you, it’s the ones who are there for you even when time seems the darkest. They love you and want you to be the best version of you.”

“What is the best version of me?”

“Only you can answer that Jack,” you smiled. 

“My father,” he spoke slowly. “He did try to help us. After everything, all the stories, he did try”.

You swallowed the pit that you felt stuck in your throat as he brought him up. You wanted to argue that his intentions were impure, but you couldn’t. That was probably the one and only time the devil’s act of selfishness ever helped anyone.

“He did,” you nodded with a tight lipped smile. 

“So if he could be good, there’s hope for everyone?”

You watched the hope in his eyes for your response. He needed that hope, if only to continue being on your side. The right side.

“Hey, look at me,” you chuckled. “Blood of monsters and all sorts of witchy crap. If there’s hope for me, there’s hope for you.”

________

“Going already?” Dean gruffed as you helped the kids get their stuff together. 

“Soon,” she replied as you handed a bag back to Liza, one of the girls that was a bit older than the others. 

“I should come with you,” he stated.

“You have your wolf hunt to get to,” she responded. “Besides, I’ll be busy with everything else going on. Helping the kids get settled. I’ll probably even help them get some stuff like clothes and that for their room.”

“Look at you being all motherly there,” Dean chuckled. 

“Hey there,” she shot him a look. “Don’t get any ideas there.”

“I’m not,” he shook his head. “But you could use the help.”

“And that’s why Garth is meeting me.”

“Garth?” Dean wrinkled his nose. Why of everyone, would she call him? 

“Yes Garth,” she replied. “I figured he could help with the whole not all monsters want to eat you lesson. Help ease the tension.”

“Makes sense,” he sighed. “I still wish I could go with you.”

“It’s not like this is the last time I am going to see you Dean,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back in a couple days.”

“That’s too long,” he pulled her close to him with a grin. 

“Dean,” she pushed back gingerly with a smirk. “Two days, tops, and I will be back. You have my word.”

“Well what if I’m not here? Hmm?”

“And where would you be?” She laughed back. “On vacation with Sam?”

“Who the hell knows,” he sighed. “I feel like we’re constantly being pulled apart.”

“Dean,” she looked up to him with those glowing eyes. “Nothing will ever keep me away from you forever. I promise that. Wherever you go, I’ll be waiting for your safe return.”

“How did I ever get so lucky to have deserved you?” He stated as he pushed her hair back. 

“Fate, angels and demons messing with our families. You know the usual romance story,” she giggled. 

“This is the only time I’m ever going to be thankful to them,” he chuckled back. 

“You and me both,” she snickered. Her eyes went back to the group of teens all gathering their items. 

“You still think trusting those things at the university is the smart move?”

“We need them on our side Dean,” she replied. “We need to all work together, create that better life we’ve always wished for.” 

“I still don’t trust them,” he sighed. 

“Trust me,” she assured him. “I got this handled.” 

“You and your crazy plans,” he scoffed.

“Hey,” she smirked. “They always work, don't they?”

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes. “I guess they do.”

“And don’t forget there Mr. Winchester, you’re one of those crazy plans as well.”

She laughed as she began to walk away. Stopping to talk to Maggie who was one of the only teens not packing. 

“Not going?” Dean asked. 

“No, Maggie replied. “I'm not ready to leave yet.”

“Understand,” Y/N smiled. “ Can you do me a favor then?” 

“Yeah, anything,” she replied. 

“Watch out for this guy for me,” Y/N nodded over to Dean. “He gets lost without me.”

“Do not,” he chuckled back. 

“No problem,” Maggie laughed back. “I will.”

Maggie left to talk with the others as everyone made their way outside. Dean was surprised to see a big suv there instead of her normal purple beast.

“Now I know something is wrong,” he stated as he slapped the hood. 

“Couldn’t fit them all in my Baby,” she laughed. “I had to improvise. It still has a V-8 at least.”

“Well that’s something at least,” Dean laughed.

Dean watched as the last teen packed their bag in the back of the big SUV. It was time for her to go. Time to say goodbye.

“I love you,” she said as she hugged him close.

“I love you too Mrs. Winchester,” Dean teased. 

“Mrs. Winchester,” her nose turned. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d ever get used to that one.” 

“Well you’re going to have to one day,” Dean grinned. “Someday soon. I promise.”

____

It had been at least an hour and a half before the first person complained from the back for the bathroom. An hour long of arguing and other teenage banter all while they whined over your repertoire of music. Apparently in apocalypse world they had their own version of Taylor Swift and Kanye West. You just rolled your eyes with a smile as you played “their” type of music to appease them. Everything seemed normal. At least for the moment. 

While waiting for the last person to come back from the bathroom break, your phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“It’s Mary. Are you and the kids safe?”

“Yeah, just stopped to pee,” you readjusted yourself to look towards the bathrooms. “Halfway there.”

“Did you see Maggie before you left?” Her voice cracked a little.

“Yeah, she waved us off as we pulled away,” you replied with concern. “Why? What happened?”

“Maggie is dead,” her voice broke mid sentence. 

You stepped out of the SUV quickly while holding the phone to your chest. You didn’t want to worry the others without more information. 

“How?” You said once you knew you were out of earshot. 

“She was attacked,” she replied. “But it doesn’t look like a creature. It looks… human.”

“Suspects?” You breathed out.

“None so far, but everyone that was here. I didn’t know if maybe one of them…”

“No, all of them with me were accounted for and she was alive,” you answered rapidly. “We will turn back around. I can help-“

“No,” she interrupted. “Get them to safety. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Are you-“

“I know they’re safe with you,” she replied. “Get them there and settled. It’s not safe here for them.”

“You be safe Mary,” you replied. 

“You too.”

As you hung up the phone everything in you screamed to turn back around. Who there would want to hurt Maggie? She was a sweetheart. There was something or rather someone that threatened your family and you weren’t there. It didn’t sit right with you. 

“Hey Doc! You coming?” You heard Jerry yell from the backseat.

“Coming,” you replied with your best fake smile. Gotta get the the kids to safety. Got to keep going. No matter how much it killed you. 

_______

“Well that was a milk run,” Dean laughed as he slung his bag into Baby’s trunk as they walked out of the werewolves cabin. “Jack, that thing you do with freezing them is helpful, but next time, we’re working on weaponry.”

“I used the force,” Jack smiled. “Just like Y/N told me too.”

“Well even Luke had to learn how to use a lightsaber kid,” Dean smiled. 

“Dean,” Cas spoke up from being in the phone. “We have to get back. Now.” 

“What’s up Cas?”

“Maggie,” he replied. “She’s been found dead.

“Maggie!” Jack exclaimed. “What did this?”

Dean could see the look of red fury shining in Jack’s eyes. He was angry. No telling what he would do. 

“They don’t know. They just said she was attacked,” Cas replied sternly. “Y/N has the others safe on their way to Lawrence. None of them were involved and there’s us. Everyone else…”

“Are suspects,” Sam interjected. “Let’s get going.” 

Dean nodded and they all got into Baby quickly. He had a sick feeling in his stomach. How could this happen? Who or what would hurt his family? Whatever it was, was about to pay severely. If not by him, but the ticking time bomb in his backseat by the name of Jack.

_____

Getting to campus couldn’t happen fast enough. The SUV sure wasn’t your baby, but the V8 in it definitely was able to kick it up in gear. Not too noticeable to the kids though. You still didn’t want to freak them out although you knew you’d have to tell them sooner, rather than later. 

“Garth!” You smiled as you saw him leaning on his old cutlass. 

“Hey Doc,” he smiled back as he walked up to give you an epic werewolf hug. It lingered for a minute, before he pulled away. His face twisted. “Something smells wrong.”

“Yeah, I need your help.”

You quickly explained everything to Garth. He was more than agreeable to watch the group for you. After showing them the house right on the edge of campus that they would be staying in, you handed your credit card off to Garth for supplies along with the keys to the SUV. In return, he handed you the keys to ‘ol Betty, his ‘79 Cutlass. 

You were maybe 5 minutes down the road when the demon Natalie along with a bunch of other monsters stopped you in the middle of the road. It looked like a trap. Felt like a trap. Dammit. You placed it in park as you sat contemplating what to do next. 

“What’s going on?” You shouted as you got slowly out of the car, hiding the gun you had found in the glove box in your waistband behind you. All lights detecting anger. Shit. 

“You broke the deal”, her eyes turned black.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t break our deal.”

“He’s back,” she seethed.

“Who?”

“Lucifer.”

______

Lucifer. Michael. Their worst nightmares were here. Jack was nowhere to be found and it was any moment that Michael would find them. Sam groaned into his hands as he heard the clicking of Dean armoring all the weapons next to him, preparing for the worse. 

“Sam”, his mother spoke softly. “Sam, it will be alright. Jack will be back-“

“What if we’ve failed him? Hmm? What if when Lucifer talks, he actually listens?” Sam could feel the tears form in his eyes while thinking of Jack taking Lucifer’s side. 

“Jack is a strong and bright boy, Sammy. He cares about everyone here. Nothing could or ever will change that.” 

“Jack will be fine,” Dean grunted. “If anything, Lucifer wants to protect him. That whole bullshit father relationship thing he never got with his own. What we need to worry about is Michael.” 

“The bunker is warded. He shouldn’t be able to come in-“

“I’m not worried about him coming in,” Dean interjected with the sound of a bullet loading into the chamber echoed throughout the room. “We have people out there. People we need to worry about.”

“Dean-“

“Y/N is out there and she doesn’t know. She’s not answering her phone. I'm not standing here with my tail between my legs while they’re still out there.”

“Y/N will be fine,” Mary pleaded. “They’re far away from here.”

“Mary, there’s something about Y/N that you should know,” Cas spoke up. “Something that of Michael were to get her, it would mean possibly the end, of all of us.” 

_____

“Lucifer,” you breathed out. How was he here? How did he get back? 

“That’s not the only archangel you let through,” she continued. “Seems we have another problem. Of a different world.”

Michael. Your eyes widened at the thought. Everyone at the bunker would be slaughtered. Dean. Sam. Everyone. 

“You have to let me go! To get back there!” 

“To what? Sacrifice yourself for the Winchesters? You swore your allegiance to us,” she growled. 

“I can stop them. Both of them,” you stated. 

“We don’t want you to stop them,” her eyes stayed black as her smile grew. “We want to use you as a trade.”

The two shifters and three demons at her side started to round you. Cornering you from escaping. 

“I don’t want to fight you,” you warned. 

“Bitch, please,” she laughed. “You may be strong, but we’re stronger. You’re nothing but a pathetic human.”

With the drop of her last word you felt your blood begin to boil with rage. Your mind became a fog as you fought them all off as they jumped to secure you. You had managed to get out the gun and shoot off a couple of rounds, only injuring them to submission. Luckily, Garth always had a devil's trap etched on his bullets. A trick he learned from some old friends. Punches and kicks continued to be thrown until you managed to finally break the last shifter's leg in a swoop, causing it to let out a piercing scream. 

You had been worn down from the fight that you collapsed next to the car. Your rib cage slowly healing itself from at least two broken bones. As you tried to catch your breath your heard someone approaching you from behind. Dr. Frankel along with two men were standing there with a look of disgust. 

“Clean this mess up,” he ordered. 

You watched as the men killed those who had attacked you. You sat there in utter confusion as to why they would hurt their own.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I do apologize,” he spoke up while offering his hand to you to lift you up. You were cautious, but his light showed sincerity.

“What-?” You stumbled out. 

 “A few rogue members seemed to act out of fear,” he interjected. “I told you we take care of our own.”

“I need to get back.”

“To the Winchesters,” he answered. “Yes, we will clean this up. You have more important things to take care of.”

“Lucifer,” you breathed out. 

“And Michael. Either one around brings unfortune for all of us. If there’s anyone that can stop them; it would be you and your friends.” 

“We will,” you stood up a little straighter, feeling your ribs slowly mend back to normal. 

“Good. We’re counting on you. For the sake of all human and monster kind.”

_____

Coming face to face with Michael again was what Dean had once feared more than anything. Now? As he felt a part of his soul rip from him the moment that Sam disappeared with Lucifer and Jack, he stood there saying the word he promised he never would. Yes. 

Allowing Michael to possess him was the only way to get Sam back. The only way to save Jack. The only way to stop Lucifer once and for all. 

“Dean! No!” Cas yelled.

“Tell Y/N I love her,” was the only words that Dean was able to say before the flash of light consumed him: Michael and Dean were one.

A nightmare come true.

________

You sped the whole way back as fast as the car would go. The closer you got, the more you felt a growing sickness inside of you. As you entered the bunker you discovered the main door was destroyed, blasted by something or rather someone. 

“Dean!” You yelled out.

“Y/N,” Cas rushed to the stairs, meeting you at the bottom. “Deans gone.”

“Where-“ you turned your head in a frantic. Gone? What happened here? Where was he? Where was anyone? 

“He said yes to Michael Y/N,” Cas grabbed at you face to steady your eyes on him.

“He did what?” You choked out. 

Cas explained what had happened as you felt your legs begin to give out from under you. You fell back into a chair as Cas continued to tell you Dean's last words. 

“I have to find him Cas,” you cried. 

“You have a connection to the Winchesters,” he said out loud. “Perhaps, if you concentrate you can locate them.” 

“I-I’ve never done that.”

“You have to try,” he urged. 

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling sick from the thought that you would lose them. ‘Concentrate,’ Cas continued to urge as you tried to push through the feeling. You breathed deep as you focused on the thought of Dean. His green eyes sparkling as he laughed. The way his lips moved when he said he loved you. The way his hands felt on your skin. The smell of his skin against your nose. Just then you saw a flash of light before you, running rapid down the road, along a pathway to an old church tucked away in the woods that time forgot. You saw Dean, Sam, Jack, and Lucifer. 

“I know where they are.”

_______

There was a weight that lifted as Sam watched Lucifer’s lifeless body lay. A breath of relief followed by a smile in satisfaction arose. They did it. They killed the devil: he would never be able to hurt anyone ever again. He would never plague Sam’s dreams ever again.

“Is he…”

“He-he’s dead,” Sam let out. 

“Holy crap,” Dean breathed out.

“You did it.”

“No, no we did it,” Dean smiled. “We did it.”

Sam turned his head to the sound of the doors opening. Entering in was Y/N with Cas. Their eyes wide at the fallen angel on the ground. Sam was just about to speak when he saw Dean rumble down in pain, grunting.

“Dean? Dean!”

“We had a deal!” Dean yelled as he continued to groan.

Then silence. Y/N went to move but Cas, put his arm in front of her to stop her. She looked back at him annoyed before they all watched in horror as Dean got up slowly and calmly. Something was wrong. This wasn’t Dean anymore. 

“Michael,” Sam whispered. 

“Thanks for the suit.”

_______

Seeing Dean surrounded by the blinding white light was surreal. His own colors barley shinning through. It was him, but not. The colors were mixing as you watched him keel over in pain. Until it was white. Pure white. 

“Michael,” you breathed out a moment before you heard Sam say it as well. 

“Thanks for the suit.”

With a flap of a wing, he was gone. Michael was gone. Dean was gone. That moment, your heart broke into two as you collapsed to the ground, Cas trying to stand you up. 

“Y/N,” he pleaded. “We have to go.”

“He’s gone Cas,” you cried. “He’s really gone.”

“We will get him back.”

“What do we do with the body?” Jack asked as he looked down at his fathers corpse, the outline of his torn wings singed into the ground. 

“We burn it,” Sam stated. 

You looked over to Lucifer. His body still, yet…

“He… he’s alive!” You yelled out.

“What-“ 

You scrambled to your feet as you rushed over to Lucifer’s body. The person that was inside was still alive, his light faint. 

“He’s still alive in here!“

“Lucifer?” Sam rushed to your side.

“No, not him-“ you picked up his head as you watched as his eyes began to flutter. “The human!”

“Nick,” Cas said out loud. “How?”

“Get him in the car! He needs help!”

Sam didn’t move from his spot as you held the wound on Nick’s chest to stop the bleeding. Cas rushed to your side to help with healing him with his grace.

“He’s badly wounded,” Cas continued. “We need to get him out of here. Back to the bunker.” 

“No!” Sam yelled out.

“It’s not Lucifer Sam!” You cried out. “Help him!”

You watched as Sam clenched his jaw before he helped with picking up Nick and moving him out along with Castiel. You were left to pick up the archangel blade, it’s golden edges soaked in the blood of the devil. They did it. They really killed the devil. A chapter closed, but as you let out a heavy sigh you knew a worse chapter had opened. 

“I warned you about them,” the familiar voice making you spin in your spot to turn to it.

“Billie,” you breathed out. “Why are you-“

“Archangels are collected just the same as everything else, to go to a place that is empty of nothing but time.”

“So Lucifer-“

“He’s been taken care of and out somewhere that can not harm another being in this world,” she answered your unspoken question.

“And Dean?”

“What about Dean?” She smirked. 

“Wh-what’s going to happen? With Michael?”

“I can not predict how things will get to their end, I just know the ending,”her smirk continued. 

“And his ending?”

“His, entirely depends on yours.”

“My-my ending?” You sighed out deeply. “How I die , you mean?” 

“Exactly,” she continued. “All one has is choices, or at least that is what the fates say. But you my dear, have only one possible ending, unless-“

“Unless what ?”

“Unless I show you right now, at this moment and you make your choice.”

You felt your heart pump harder than ever as you swallowed hard. This was it. This was your choice to make. 

“Yes”.

_____

“Sam,” Cas grunted. “We have to get him medical attention.” 

“We should just leave him here. He made his choice,” Sam snarled. “We have to find Dean.”

“We will find him, Sam. But Dean would have wanted to save Nick. Deal with Lucifer or not. He is just a man who can be saved. Now help me save him.” 

Sam grumbled as he assisted Castiel with putting Nick into the backseat of the car. He couldn’t stand his face. It was not the face of a man, but a monster from his nightmares. As Y/N walked out of the church, he felt even heavier with dread. Dean was gone. He was trapped now with the one monster they all knew she would never win against. They were doomed. 

____

“Oh Dean, I do wish you’d stop fighting in there,” Michael grinned at himself in the mirror. “Let me see what you see.”

Within his reflection, Dean appeared; angry, trying to fight out. Michael just grinned as he watched Dean’s face turn trying to break out. 

“Now be civil,” Michael continued. “And I’ll let you play.”

“We had a deal you son of a bitch!”

“No one ever put a time stamp on it Dean-o,” he raised his brow with a chuckle. “I am going to enjoy this world. But first, who was that girl?”

“You stay away from her you-“

“Ah, so she’s important to you?” He pursed his lips. “Why?”

“I’m not telling you a goddamn thing!”

“Oh you will,” he grinned again. “Remember Dean, I am you now. Sooner or later. I will know all that you know.”

_____

A month had passed and there was still no word. Nothing. With every day that passed, you knew what was to come. The eventual day when you would be face to face with the man you loved again, only not him. The creature you now feared more than anything. 

You stayed busy with the kids at the university. Each day, showing them something new and directing them into the way of this world. That was of course while you also kept busy with your classes and prepped for the fall semester. That was during daylight hours. Almost every night you would venture out more and more with Sam to try to find something, anything that could bring Dean back to you. Billie had to be wrong. She just had to. 

“So if I leave Lawrence by noon-“

“Y/N,” Sam interjected causing you to turn to him. “When was the last time you slept?”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” you smiled at him. He was not buying it as being a joke. 

“Look, I need you. Dean needs you. We all do, but please. Please Y/N, go home and sleep. You’re running on fumes.” 

“More like espresso, but I get your point,” you sighed out. “What about you, huh?”

“What about me?”

“You haven’t shaved in weeks, you’re starting to look like Chewbacca there,” you teased.

“I-I just haven’t felt like it.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you leaned into him as you both stood next to your car. “I miss him too. It’s just not the same.”

“Who’d thought that this is where we would end up? With everything that happened. How did we even get here?”

“Well, Fate is a bitch,” you chuckled. “Trust me, I know.”

“We won. We actually won for once only to lose yet again. It never ends”

“It goes with the territory I guess,” you shrugged. “No one ever said we were guaranteed rainbows where wishes come true.” 

“Yeah well, I’m getting sick and tired of losing,” he let out a deep breath. “My only hope is that Dean comes back Dean.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Lucifer,” Sam cleared his throat, the thought of him still bothering him after his demise. “When he was in me, I felt nothing but pain and anger. It took a long time for Dean to get me back.”

You stood silent. You didn’t even know what to say. The thought never occurred to you that Dean wouldn’t be your Dean if he ever got out of this. The sadness trickled down your cheek to the thought. 

“I just hope I’m strong enough,” Sam continued.

“Hey you are,” you nudged him. “You’re one of the strongest people I know and you won’t be alone.”

“No, I have you too.”

You took a deep breath and smiled at him. “There’s a whole big family out there looking for him. Your mom, Cas, Charlie. Everyone will get through this. One day, one step at a time.”

“But first, sleep,” he stated as he pushed himself up from the car. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. That sleep thing,” you smiled. 

You turned to your car and through the open window, pulled out a big sealed manila envelope to hand to Sam.

“What’s this?”

“Give it to your mom when you see her,” you smiled. “She knows what to do with it.”

“You know, Dean told me before that he wanted to marry you,” Sam shyly stated as he played with the envelope. “I don’t know if he had gotten the chance to-“

“He asked,” you replied.

“And?”

“I said yes.”

“Good,” Sam smiled. “Because I can’t imagine you not being around. You’re my sister now and I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam,” you smiled. He held out his arms for you to go into his big bear hug. It was warm and reassuring. Just what you needed as the tears started to push again once more. Your little big brother Sam. He was more than you could ever ask for. 

______

“What do you want?”

“I don't know. Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton,” sister Jo responded with sass. This Michael, he was different. Scarier if that was possible. What was he going to do?

“You think this is a joke?”

“I don’t know what this is. You asked, I answered. We done?” She wanted to get the hell away from him and any of his plans. 

“No. I asked, and you lied,” there was venom in his voice.

“I didn't,” her voice quaked.”

“I know about you, Jo. Because he knew about you. You're the rebel, the angel who doesn't like playing by Heaven's rules or whatever. You pretend to care about these things -- pretty things. But that's all it is -- pretending.

These trinkets, they don't make you happy. They just pass the time. They're not what you really want.”

“And if you're so smart, what do I really want?” 

“Love. To belong, to have a place -- a home, a family. It's very very human of you. And so, so disappointing. I can sense how many angels are in this world. There aren't many left. I thought... maybe I could help. But if they're all these sad, lost, fallen things -- things like you -- maybe they're not worth saving, either.”

“Yeah well the last Michael was a lot of talk too,” she quipped back.

“I am not like my other self,” he smiled. “I can see now why he failed. Angels, hiding away from humans. They were created to serve us.”

“To serve us?” She mocked him. “What book have you been reading?”

“I’m the only archangel in this world,” he breathed out. “I see it is up to me to fix the balance. No one can stop me.”

Jo felt a cold shiver run down her back as his eyes seemed to gleam at her, his eyes turning blue with power. He was going to kill her.

“And I won’t be needing defiant angels like you.”

“Wait!” She cried out. “Wait a minute. I can help!”

“How could you possibly-“

“There is someone who could defeat you. A girl.”

“A girl? Not likely.”

“Yeah well, likely. There’s stories of her and her powers. She was created to be the bride of Michael’s true vessel. Your vessel. Her powers, I’ve only heard stories, but she’s strong. She could defeat you.” 

“You lie.”

“Ask Dean yourself,” she replied. “If he’s still in there.” 

“Would her name happen to be Y/N?” He grinned. 

“Yes. I think so.”

Michael smirked as he shook his head with a slight chuckle. 

“Oh Dean, what a secret you have been keeping.”

______

You tapped on the dinette table as you stared at your computer screen. Reading essays on your Saturday at 6 am was not what you wanted to do, but at least there was good coffee as you sat back in the worn vinyl seat of the coffee shop. 

There were a few patrons already up and starting their day, but overall it was pretty quiet. Quiet. How you missed it. You watched as the waitress moved from one table to another, busily taking orders when all of the sudden she stopped mid step. Frozen, she was frozen. You look around you too see everything else, including the clock was all stuck in time. All but you. 

“Hello Michael,” you stated out loud as you turned your head back to the seat in front of you. A lump in your throat rose as you couldn’t see Dean’s light beyond his. Was he still in there? 

“Hello Y/N. Nice to finally meet you,” he smiled. “Dean’s told me all about you.” 

“Hopefully not everything,” you snarked back with a fake smile.

“Enough,” he continued to smirk. Those lips. Those damn lips. Dean’s lips that now made your blood boil as they moved. 

“What can I do for you?”

“It’s more of what I can do for you,” he replied. “I can say, my world has nothing like you so when I learned about you and your…abilities I was intrigued.”

“Flattered, I’m sure,” you rolled your eyes. 

“You see this world, it's all wrong. The balance is wrong. I am here to right that wrong,” he moved forward a bit in his seat like he was trying to sell you on his doomsday plan. He really believed the shit that came out his mouth. “I want to make more you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You. The perfect being. The rightful to inherit this earth with you by my side to rule them of course,” he continued. 

“Why would I ever agree to that?”

“Because I know what you want.”

“And what’s that?”

“To be like everyone else. To be accepted for what you are,” he replied. “But you are so much better than they are. You should be loved and worshiped by all.”

“I am loved,” you quipped back. “I’m good.”

“By Dean, yes,” he shook his head. “He surely does love you. But don’t you want more?”

“No,” you shook your head with a furrowed brow. He didn’t get it. He didn’t know what love was. “I just want him.”

“You are foolish,” he sat back with a look of confusion. “Say yes to me and I will give him back to you.”

“Let me speak to him first. I need to know he’s okay.”

“You don’t trust me?” 

“You’ve already broken one deal,” you snapped back. “I’m not taking chances.” 

“Very well,” he nodded. 

You watched as the light shifted within Dean’s body to show that Dean now had the reigns. He blinked rapidly like he just awoke from a dream.

“Doc! Get out of here!,” he cried as he shook the table with both of his hands hitting the top.”It’s not safe-“

“Shhh. Dean. It’s okay. I promise. Everything is going to be okay,” a tear started to fall from your eyes as you moved what was hiding in your lap to your hand. “I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as you finished your words you placed the object, your knife, into his hand and grabbed it with your own hands to stab yourself directly into the chest, just right of the heart in the aorta. Fatal almost instantly to any one or thing. 

“No!” You heard him yell as his light shifted back to Michael. As your vision grew fuzzy and your breath slower you heard the muffled sounds of him yelling. “Why won’t you heal!”

With your last breath you vanish from the coffee shop. No trace to be found as everything came back to life. Michael was on the ground furious looking for you or any of your blood. He let out a howl before disappearing again once more. 

_______

One month ago…

“If I do this,” your nervousness was making its presence in your voice. “I need to know that no one will be able to bring me back or use my blood. No one. Not heaven or hell.”

“I will take care of that,” Billie replied. “Your soul is strong and it will stay in the middle, with me. For all time as long as I am death.”

“And what do you get out of all of this?”

“Balance,” she stated. “The correct balance.”

You let out a deep sigh as you shook your head. 

“Your balance you mean?“

“You were never meant to be Y/N. I am sorry, but your presence makes things…complicated. I don’t like complicated.”

“And Dean?”

“Dean will be fine,” she smiled. You didn’t trust it. She was too…at ease about the whole situation. “Your sacrifice will ensure it.” 

“Then yes,” you let out a deep breath.”I’ll do it.” 

“You’re ready then?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I do it on my terms. “I have unfinished business to take care of first.”

“You have a month and it will be all too late for you to stop it. To stop him.”

“A lot can happen in a month,” you chuckled. “I’ll be ready. This is happening my way.”

“Very well,” she shook her head. “I’ll be seeing you soon Y/N.”

______

Sam woke up from what seemed like a two day sleep to noises clamoring outside in the halls. He groaned into his pillow, wishing for the days of old where the bunker was quiet. At least at 7 am. He got up reluctantly and made his way out to the hall. People stoped talking as he drew near. They just stared at him, almost in pity. What happened?

“Mom?” Sam asked out loud as he saw her hunched over with tears down her face. 

“Sam,” she breathed out while getting up to embrace him. He was confused as to why she was crying and the whole room now stood silently still watching them.

“Mom,” he pushed back. “What happened?”

“Y/N,” she managed to breathe out. “Michael got her. He… killed her.”

She fell apart again into his arms as she spoke those words he had dreaded. Michael had not only taken his brother, but his new found sister as well. 

Sam felt his own tears roll down his eyes as he remembered just last night their time together. Just hanging out and talking. She was so reassuring that everything would be fine. But how could it now? 

“Mom,” he pulled back from her embrace. “Y/N gave me something last night. She said you would know what to do with it.” 

It only took but a moment for him to get to his room to retrieve it, his mother following him in toe. Handing her the envelope, his hand trembled. Whatever was in there was the last piece that she would ever give them.

Mary opened it slowly to reveal 5 white envelopes, all sealed with names across each. 

“Mary, Sam, Jack, Bobby,” Mary read them outloud. “And Dean.”

“What?” Sam reached over as Mary handed him his. His heart sank to see his name across the paper. He opened it slowly to reveal a letter specifically to him.

“Dearest Sam,

I know that this is the cowardly way to tell you,couldn’t let you talk me out of it. Lord knows I wish there was any other choice. I’m sorry that I can’t be there for you and everyone else. I’ve seen what would happen if I stay. I couldn’t let that happen so I made the ultimate choice. Please let Dean know that it wasn’t his fault. He will need you when this is done. 

Sam, please remember that you are strong and everyone appreciates all that you do for them. Remember to stay kind and loving. Smile more and take care of yourself.

I don’t know when I will see you again, if ever. I’m not anywhere to be found, yet everywhere. Just know I love all of you and I thank you for treating me like family while helping me find my real home. 

Take care,

Doc”

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Poisoned Apples Chapter 1

A/N - Well here it is Ya'll the first chapter!! Now @ezilyamuzed and I have made a schedule for a new chapter to come out every Sunday...That crazy girl has already written probably the next 2, maybe even 3 chapters, so get ready!!

Warnings - Language and Violence ..... just for now, but in the upcoming chapters PLEASE read the warnings!!!

Word Count - 3,375.

“Yo, we got another one,” you heard a voice state on the other side of your office wall as you were ready to pack up for the night. 

“Great,” you sighed as you took off your jacket. Guess it’s another late friday. You walked out to the EMT who was filling out his clipboard as the nurse was getting your new client registered. 

“What do we have?” you asked as you walked out. 

“Crazy son of a bitch,” he replied. “Fucking insane. Just your type.”

You looked down at the blood that he had on his shirt and pants while he spoke. No cuts on him, so must have been the new client. There was a struggle indeed. Great, one of those nights. 

“Does he need medical first?”

“This isn’t his blood,” he replied. He went on to tell a story of how there were multiple bodies found at the scene brutally murdered and him in the midst of it all; silent. It gave you an eerie chill as he described how the cops had to subdue him with tasers so the EMTs could sedate him for transfer. 

“And why is he here then?” you gave him a harsh reply. “He should live the rest of his life in jail.”

“That’s the thing,” he sighed. “Cops ran his prints. He’s supposedly dead. They figured this would be best for him while they figure out how a dead guy is alive. Keep him sedated and in a nice padded room.”

“This is not a babysitting service,” you rolled your eyes. “This is a hospital for the mentally ill.”

“And killing 4 people with your bare hands isn’t?” He gave you a look that made you want to punch him. Smartass. 

“Still sedated?” 

“Hell yes.”

“Put him in room 13,” you said with a huff. 

You walked back into your office as the nurse crept to the doorway.

“Dr. Y/L/N?”

“Yes?”

“My 3rd shift relief isn’t here yet and I have to get my son…”

“Go home Anne. It’s okay. Security is still here and everyone is asleep. We should be fine until she gets here.”

“But with the new intake…”

“He’s sedated. He will be fine. I’ll do the paperwork,” you gave an assuring smile. “Go tuck in your little one and have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Don’t stay all night,”She gave you a knowing look. Sometimes she was more of a mom than a coworker, but you loved her for it. She knew you would stay until relief came, and even more likely not go home until well after that. This place was practically your home. 

She left with a goodbye as she gathered her things. The EMT was walking back with the guy 4-point cuffed to the stretcher, soaked in blood. He was a mess for sure. You followed him to room 13 and got him in safely, putting on your nitrile gloves first to check for anything in his pockets that could be harmful. 

The EMT didn’t even hesitate to book it out of there after dropping him off. With a ‘good luck’ he was out quickly. Just you and the mystery man. You look at his still face, he looked handsome under all that grime. You reached into his pockets looking for anything and found a car key for some old chevy and a couple of wadded up dollars. You bagged them, ready to just leave him be until more help came but you felt bad leaving him like that. All the blood, more than likely waking up with that still on him was going to do more harm than good if he wasn’t already completely psychotic.  

After retrieving a bucket of water and some cloths, you worked to wipe him down a bit. Starting with his arm you washed off the blood and dirt, moving him down to his hands, careful of the cuffs. You moved over to the next one when a mark caight your eye. You tried to turn his arm over so you could see, but the cuff was making it difficult. You looked at his peaceful face once more and made the decision to take off the cuff to see. It was an odd red mark that looked like a seven with two lines near it. After making a mental note, you moved to his face. The water revealed freckles along his nose and a little scar on his chin. He was very handsome underneath it all as you continued to try and get the blood out of his hair.

 You had gotten distracted in your task that you almost didn’t catch the piercing green eyes snap open to you, stabbing you in your soul. You didn’t even have a chance to breathe in before his hand was around your throat. As he squeezed you felt the sheer panic inside of you overtake your body as he gave you a look that could only be described as murderous as his eyes hit yours like little diggers. He began to blink rapidly, like he was awaking from a dream.

“Where am I?” his grip grew softer for you to choke out ‘St.Stan’s hospital’.

He looked you up and down before he dropped his hand. He undid his cuffs as you bent over trying to catch your breath threw the choking. 

“Why am I here?”

“EMT brought you,” you replied, backing away from him slowly as you rubbed your neck. “You murdered 4 people when they found you.”

“I what?” he furrowed his glare to you.

“That’s what they said,” you replied in defense, not wanting to make him angry. 

“Cops around?”

“Not now, but I’m sure they were.”

“Time to go then,” he replied as he got up from his spot. 

“You can’t just leave,” you blurted out. 

“Who’s going to stop me?” He gave you a hard glare. You didn’t respond, but stood emotionless, hoping that your words didn’t put you into more harm. “That’s what I thought.”

He opened the door and peered out, he shut the door rather quickly and quietly for someone attempting to escape.

“Shit,” he breathed out. 

“What?”

“5-0,” he replied before looking back at you. “You.”

“Me what?”

“You need to go out there and get them away from here.”

“How am I supposed to-“

“Figure it out,” he snapped at you. 

You nodded as you walked out, throwing your gloves away in the garbage can outside the room. As you walked down the hall you wondered what would happen if you did just give him over. He killed four people. Could the police take him down?

“Officer Tony,” you smiled as you got to the reception desk.

“Doctor,” Officer Tony replied firmly. He was a frequent visitor for cases, more often to shamelessly flirt for a while while you turned him down each and every time. Typically he would call you by your real name and then attempt to ask you out. He didn’t this time. He was oddly still and serious.Unlike him. “I’m doing a follow up on a guy they brought in.”

“The resurrected dead guy?” 

“That’s the one.”

“He’s still sedated,” you responded after noticing Tony was all alone which was something else unusual. Where was his partner Jake? 

“So we need 24/7 watch on time while they do their investigation and eventually they will move him to a more secure facility. We need you to check his mental competency for trial, so we won’t get any of that bullshit insanity pleas.”

“Is there even proof he did it?” you found yourself asking. 

“He was found in the middle of it.”

“What if it was self defense?” 

“Unlikely,” he scuffed at you. “Bastard is going to fry.”

“I thought it was innocent until proven guilty ?” you snarked back. He didn’t really flinch at that, but stared you down like he was the boss. Very annoying. 

“Anyways,” he changed the subject, obviously annoyed by you as well. “We need all your reports of course when you start with him.”

“That’s fine,” you replied. “If he signs a release of information.”

“Excuse me?”

“He is a patient in my care now,” you harped back. “Legally I don’t have to tell you shit about him.”

“You’re going to make this hard on me?”

“I’m just doing my job the right way, Officer,” you posed with a fake smile. “At least one of us should.”

“I’ll be back with a warrant,” he replied with a scowl before leaving. You waited a moment before going back to the mysterious man. If he really was a danger, you couldn’t just let him go back out and hurt people. You had no idea what you were doing, but your gut told you there was something more to all of this. 

“Good job,” he stated as you returned. “Pissing off the local boys is always a favorite behavior of mine.”

“Why shouldn’t I call security right now?” you blurted out. “You’ve already attacked and threatened me. Why shouldn’t I even call that cop back in? Give me a reason.”

“Because you and a lot of people here will die if you do,” he responded coldly. 

“Is that another threat?” 

“Prediction,” he stated as he shook his head. “Now I need your help to get me out of here.”

“No.”

“No?” he looked back to you with a smirk. “Oh I wasn’t asking sweetheart.”

He grabbed at your arm and pulled you to follow him. You struggled against him but then felt something pointing into your back. It felt sharp as you tensed up. 

“How did you get a knife?” you asked.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said as you felt the pressure pushing into you again. “Now I want you to walk like everything is normal, get your stuff, and we are leaving in your vehicle. One wrong move and you will regret it.” 

You did as you were told, walking as calmly as you could back to your office. You grabbed your bag and phone. He took them from you, slipped the phone into his pocket, and pulled out your ID from your wallet in your purse. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he read aloud. “ I now know your name, birthday, and address. If you do something stupid, don’t think I won’t come find you.”

“How do you expect to get pass security?” 

He looked down at himself and noticed the blood soaked clothes. 

“Where’s your property room?” 

“We don’t have-“

“Bullshit,” he spat. “All these places have one to lock up the loonies things. Where is it?” 

“Next to security,” you stated. 

“Well, isn’t that fun?” he smirked. 

He pushed you along the hallway, you attempting to give directions as you approached security. There was one of the three guards on duty in there and he was busy watching videos on his phone. You pointed to the property room and he grabbed the keys from your clip on your waist, putting them in your hands. After unlocking it, you found yourself alone in a dark room with this psychopath until he found the light switch. 

“Jackpot,” he stated as he grabbed jeans and a shirt. He tore off his clothing that he had on, leaving him in just his boxers for you to see as he got himself dressed. You had turned your head away for a moment, but he made made the comment about you being a stuck up prude that caused you to look back. 

“The other guards are doing rounds,” you stated. 

“We better hurry then,” he replied as he grabbed his jacket and tucked it in his arm. “And remember-“

“Yeah yeah,” you scoffed. “Don't try anything.” 

As you walked out the guard, Bob, with his phone playing some comedy skit noticed you.

“Late night Dr. Y/N?” he smiled.

“Yes,” you smiled back as you signed yourself out of the clipboard. 

“And who is this?” he looked over to the mystery man.”

“My intern,” you blurted out and then calmly smiled. “He doesn’t have his badge or keys yet.”

“Well sign out,” Bob said looking at the man with a suspicious look.

You watched as he signed himself out. Name Jonathan Cash. An alias? More than likely. You said your goodbye and went directly outside of the building after he buzzed the two of you out. You knew that if he did his job it would only be within 5 minutes or so that he noticed that Jonathan Cash never signed in. 

“Which car is yours?” you felt the sharp pressure on your back again. 

“The ‘70 camaro,” you replied. 

“Really?” he sounded surprised. “I would have thought a prius or minivan.”

As you approached the car he directed you to get in the driver's seat and drive normally. You did as directed as he started to go through everything he could within your car. 

“Old water bottles, hairbrush, packs of gum,” he said as he started to toss around things. “Change of clothes.”

He stopped when he saw the underpants and picked them up with a smirk and a wink to you, but put them back away. 

“Where am I going?” 

“You’re place,” he responded. “Need to lay low and refocus.” 

“Well Jonathan, if that is your name,” you stated as you looked behind you in the mirror . “I think we’re  being followed.”

He turned his head back and watched a newer Ford Queen Victoria staying far enough back to not be too close, but still close enough to not lose you. 

“How far is this place of yours?” he asked.

“Two more blocks,” you replied. 

“You have salt?” 

“What?” you gave him a funny look. 

“Salt, iron, any type of weapons there?”

“You’re insane,” you continued to furry your brows

to him.

“Probably,” he stated as he adjusted himself back into the seat and started looking through your stuff again. “But just as a quick rundown precaution, demons are after me. They are dicks that are hard to kill without the right weapons, but you can make them hurt a lot. Listen to me and I’ll keep you alive.”

“Demons?” you snarked as you turned into your street. “Are you on something?”

“Sober,” he replied nonchalantly. “Well mostly now.”

You pulled into the driveway of your townhouse. It was simple enough for just you since all your family were all pretty much gone or states away. He looked behind him again and saw the car parked along the side of the road a few houses down with its lights off.

“Inside,” he stated firmly. 

You got out of the car and went inside. He directed you to sit on the couch while he checked around. While he was out of your sight, you stealthily retrieved the glock you had in your desk drawer. When he came back you aimed it right for him.

“Whoa,” he held up his hands. “Don’t shoot me! I’m not the enemy here.”

“Bullshit,” you blurted. “Now get down on the floor.”

“You don’t want to pull that trigger,” he showed you the mark on his arm. “You do that and things will only get worse for you.”

“Toss my phone on the couch and get down,” you commanded again. “I won’t ask twice.”

“Okay, okay,” he replied as he retrieved the phone and tossed it, getting down to the floor with his hands still up. Before he was fully down on the floor all of the sudden your front door was kicked in, Tony the cop now entering with a friend behind. His eyes weren’t his eyes. They were black as night. They charged in towards you, the mystery guy jumping up in return to attack. As Tony attacked your capturer the other one pulled out a long silver, almost dagger like weapon. He was coming right at you. You put two slugs into him and he continued like nothing happened. You emptied the clip

into him but he managed to keep moving, now right in front of you reaching for you. You attempted

to flea, but he grabbed you from behind, pinning your arms down with his as you flayed your legs to escape. He was strong. Too strong. You finally stopped fighting when you felt the cold steel along your throat. 

“Give it up Winchester or she dies,” your aggressor stated. 

You caught a glimpse of the fight between the cop and your patient. It was brutal and bloody as your patient stabbed Tony in the chest with a similar looking blade. He got up with a murderous look. You weren’t sure who to be more scared of in the moment, but your gut told you that this Winchester guy was going to win. 

“Let her go,” he warned. “I won’t ask twice.”

“Crowley wants you. You can come peacefully or her blood can be on your hands,” he pushed the blade closer to your neck, cutting it just enough that you felt blood drip. 

In a swift motion Winchester threw the blade and it went right past your head into the skull of your aggressor. His blade cut a little deeper as he fell down and you stumbled forward as his grip fell. 

You grabbed at your neck and looked at your hand that now had blood on it. Winchester got down on his knees and examined you, asking if you were alright.

“No!” you yelled as you pushed him away and got up. “What the hell were those guys?” 

“Demons,” he replied. “I told you.”

“Demons aren’t real!” you screamed as you went and grabbed a towel from your kitchen to hold against the wound on your neck. 

“They are,” he snapped back in annoyance. “You saw their eyes and the fact that you emptied the chamber in that guy and he didn’t drop dead.”

“This is so fucked up,” you breathed out, not knowing what to think. 

“Welcome to my life,” he laughed. “And more will be coming. We got to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Fine, you explain the dead cop and the guy you shot 15 times to the authorities,” he snapped back. “That is if more demons don’t get here first.”

You took a deep breath as you looked around. Fucker was right. How could you even possibly explain this and the gun had your fingerprints all over it. Not only that, but whatever happened to those guys, demonic possession or not, there was no way you could defend yourself alone. This was one of those no win situations that you had to make a decision about quickly. 

He was already picking up the weapons and rummaging through their pockets, taking out any cash he found. You picked up the gun that was on the floor next to him. He looked over at you with a cocked up brow. 

“Where do we even go?” you asked. 

“Anywhere,” he replied with solemnness to his voice, almost as if he felt bad about the situation that you were now in. “Grab a bunch of clothes and anything you care about. I’m going to grab what I can from your kitchen to get us by for now, but tomorrow, we need you to empty out any accounts you have because you will never be able to go back to this life again.” 

You nodded that you understood as you moved to go upstairs to your bedroom. Once there, the tears rolled out as you grabbed as much of your stuff you could fit into your suitcase and book bag. after changing into non bloody comfy clothes. The only real personal thing that you took with you was a photobook, to at least remember the life you once had. 

“Ready?” he stated as you descended down the stairs. 

You nodded as you looked back at your home that was now a crime scene. Another tear rolled out as you walked a little slower to the door. 

“It’s just stuff,” he said as he opened up the door for you. 

You glared at him hard as you walked past him, hissing ‘fuck you’ as you walked out and towards the car. 

“Well this is going to be fun,” he snakred as he shut the door not only to your house, but your life.

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Enjoy!!! 😈

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I had a dream the other night where I was back in high school (but still my age) and Jensen/Dean (there were no names mentioned 😂) was like a teacher there and because i was older, kinda took me in as a flirty mentor….

Now I feel like somehow this needs to be story but how…🧐

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Poisoned Apples Master List

Summary - Y/N was no stranger to people being out of their minds, seeing things you only read in books or see in movies, but what happens when she finds someone who shows her the truth between fantasy and reality. Everything she once thought to be crazy, quickly turns into her life. She dedicated her life to saving people from themselves, until she meets the green eyed stranger that doesn't want to be saved. Will she keep fighting for him and herself, or will she bite off more than she can chew? How can you save someone when you can’t even save yourself.

Warnings - Rated MA 18+ Lots of smut in varying forms, Abuse (mental, physical, sexual), Talks of self harm, Murder, Gore, Rape, bondage… and that’s just what is in the process now! Lots of angst, swearing, and if you squint a little you might see some fluff show up in the most fucked up way possible.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

COMING SOON!!!!!

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The Bitchez Are Back!!

YES, you heard that right Y'all! From the creators of RED and Blood Red, me and my other twisted half @ezilyamuzed are back with an ALL NEW SERIES!!

Now I know it's been a hott minute since I've posted anything, but just yesterday Sammy had sent me a first draft of a new series idea, and well...I can't say no to working with this woman!! Of course because of how we roll, we already know the beginning and ending, its just all filling in the rest, which we figured out today, so now it's just about putting it all together!! I hope Y'all are as excited as we are!! And don't worry your pretty little faces, Blood Red and Second Glance are still on going...but once we get an idea in our head, we just gotta jump!!! So here it is!!!!!!!

Summary - Y/N was no stranger to people being out of their minds, seeing things you only read in books or see in movies, but what happens when she finds someone who shows her the truth between fantasy and reality. Everything she once thought to be crazy, quickly turns into her life. She dedicated her life to saving people from themselves, until she meets the green eyed stranger that doesn't want to be saved. Will she keep fighting for him and herself, or will she bite off more than she can chew? How can you save someone when you can’t even save yourself.

Warnings - Rated MA 18+ Lots of smut in varying forms, Abuse (mental, physical, sexual), Talks of self harm, Murder, Gore, Rape, bondage… and that’s just what is in the process now! Lots of angst, swearing, and if you squint a little you might see some fluff show up in the most fucked up way possible.

Happy reading!!

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I bounced on @snffbeebee’s bed and got her up and attentive with a new fic. You’re welcome ☺️ All I had to do was wave around Dean with a little twist and she was there 🖤

If you didn’t know already, I work with criminals as a psychologist. Some aspects have truth in how the human minds can work and how there is a little darkness inside of all of us. This is not condoning the behavior, but rather my own therapy in getting the crap out.

Blood Red isn’t being forgotten, just on a brief pause. We will never abandon our child…. our little demonic baby 😈. But I hope you will enjoy the series, but heed the warnings. Specific ones for chapters will be there, but this is a no hold back fic! Might even take some suggestions if you have a little darkness you want to see 😉.

I’m tagging people that liked other fic’s that @snffbeebee didn’t tag. Let me know if you want tagged or not-

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Lady, I miss you. I sent you a MOC! Dean fix through docs because i need my twisted other half to assist with some ideas… you know the type 😉 Happy reading…Jerk💜

I will gladly give my intake on anything! I miss working with my Sammy. What I read was awesome so far, what did you have in mind?

Guess who's back collaborating..

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Like where to go to get to the end… I’m having so MANY thoughts, but the ending is clearly in my head, but i want a SUPER FUCK YOU BUILD UP (if that makes sense? 😂) I feel like there can be more fun along the way 😉

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Once upon a time I didn’t quite know what Supernatural was, but I would also see memes so I decided to watch it. I went on for way too long asking when the hot guy was going to start banging the angel…

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Hey ya’ll… I’m Sam

I’ve seen an increase in binging my fics and figured a reintroduction was necessary. I’m an ADHD writer, so I get really hyper focused on one, then lose interest and start another. I’ll also admit that sometimes I lose the drive to write, but the love left helps! I have at least 6 works in progress at any given time that need to be purged from my drafts soon.

I’m also a psychologist that works with individuals in the criminal justice system. My mind is twisted at times because, well, for my job I have to understand the rationale behind the twisted behaviors of my clients. It’s a fun way to destress myself from all the sad stories I’m told.

I am a stickler for paying homage to the original script and rewatching episodes over and over so I can get my scene right. I share a birthday with Eric Kripke and Baby, April 24th, so that probably explains it.

Anyways, my tag lists are old because I was MIA for a bit, so if you want tagged or to continue to be tagged, leave a comment please!! I’m trying to get back to organized as there is a couple series about to roll out soon 😁.

Tag lists (for names that are working)

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Please keep me forever

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Lol, you got it @hobby27! Thanks for sticking with me!

[ezilyamuzed]

Hey ya’ll… I’m Sam

I’ve seen an increase in binging my fics and figured a reintroduction was necessary. I’m an ADHD writer, so I get really hyper focused on one, then lose interest and start another. I’ll also admit that sometimes I lose the drive to write, but the love left helps! I have at least 6 works in progress at any given time that need to be purged from my drafts soon.

I’m also a psychologist that works with individuals in the criminal justice system. My mind is twisted at times because, well, for my job I have to understand the rationale behind the twisted behaviors of my clients. It’s a fun way to destress myself from all the sad stories I’m told.

I am a stickler for paying homage to the original script and rewatching episodes over and over so I can get my scene right. I share a birthday with Eric Kripke and Baby, April 24th, so that probably explains it.

Anyways, my tag lists are old because I was MIA for a bit, so if you want tagged or to continue to be tagged, leave a comment please!! I’m trying to get back to organized as there is a couple series about to roll out soon 😁.

Tag lists (for names that are working)

@snffbeebee @waywardbaby @waywardnerd67 @dean-winchesters-bacon @ladywinchester1967 @jaylarkson @wildefire @akshi8278 @19agbrown @sonotalice @pisces-cutie @hobby27 @aloneanddesperate-blog @leigh70 @curly-haired-disaster

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There's no place like home- The Epilogue

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: Beginning of 14.3 End of season 15.20 - Time jump

Warnings: Language. Angst. Sooo much Fluff. Death.

A/N:Did you really think I would just stop there with what we know now????? Enjoy. Tissues are on your left.

 Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy! 

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It had been months since Y/N’s passing and Dean was finally back from being within Michael’s mind prison. How? Sam had no clue. He was just happy to have his brother back, but yet, also griefed with the burden of having to present him with the letter she had left. A bittersweet moment.

“Dean, I have a letter for you,” Sam sighed as he handed the envelope to his older brother, Y/N’s handwriting along the outside.

“I don’t want that,” Dean gruffed back.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a goodbye letter, and I’m going to figure out how to bring her back,” Dean replied like it was another milk run. “It’s my fault she’s dead and-“

“And what Dean!” Sam snapped back. “You think we haven’t looked for a way? There is no way!”

“I’ve looked,” Cas spoke up with solemness. “Her presence, it’s gone. She’s not in heaven, hell, purgatory, or anywhere that can be touched.”

“She’s somewhere,” Dean gruffed back. “People don’t just disappear. We’ve all died a million times and we’ve come back. That’s the way it has been.”

“Maybe it’s the way it should be,” Sam breathed out deeply.

“You shut your mouth,” Dean growled while pointing hard at Sam. “She belongs here. It’s my fault and I have to fix this.”

“Dean,” Sam sighed. “It’s not your fault. It was Michael and-“

“No, it was me who plunged the knife into her!”

“Dean I-“ Sam started to mutter but could not find the words. He didn’t know it was him nor why.

“She put the blade in my hand and I stabbed her!”

“She put the blade in your hand?” Cas spoke up, his eyes furrowed with intrigue.

“Yes, and you know the screwed up part?” Dean growled. “She said ‘I’ll see you soon’. Like what the hell am I supposed to do with that but find a way to get her back!”

“You’re her weakness,” Cas spoke up again. “Gabriel- he showed us.”

“Cas-“

“She knew, she knew that if you did it, it would be final,” Cas revealed with a grim sigh.

“It’s not final,” Dean breathed out. “It can’t be.”

“Here,” Sam handed him the letter again. “Just- just read it. Hopefully it will give you answers.”

Sam walked out with Cas, hoping that Dean would listen to them. Y/N was gone and she meant it to be.

“You know she probably saved us all?” Cas spoke to Sam.

“What do you mean?” Sam questioned him.

“Michael. He was trying to make more of her. Those bodies… what we found when we got Dean back. He must have known… she must have known what he would do if he were to have her.”

“Selfless to the end,” Sam sighed. “I just wish she would have told us sooner.”

“Would you have let her?” Cas looked up to Sam.

He was right; he wouldn’t have. He knew what losing her meant to him, but most of all, what it meant to Dean. This was killing him and this was one case he didn’t think could ever be solved.

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Dean sat in his room in silence, holding the letter in his hand steadily. Tears formed in his eyes as he rubbed his fingers along his name. He didn’t want to open it. Opening it meant that it was real; she was gone. With a deep breath he carefully undid the glue that held the envelope together and pulled out the letter. Even the paper smelled like her; orchards, jasmine, and something sweet he could never name. He smiled while the tear fell down on the paper as he opened it.

My Dearest Dean,

I know what needed to be done was not fair to you. I could have done it a million different ways, but… I couldn’t go without seeing you, the real you one last time. If I had stayed, all we loved would have been lost. Death had shown me and it would have been Michael eventually to end my life; but not before hurting everyone that we both love. I know it’s a character flaw, but one that I know you understand too well. I cannot let those I love be hurt when I could stop it. I’m sorry it had to be you, but it was the only way for sure that I knew that he could never touch me.

All our lives we’ve known each other, without knowing. Fate played its part in keeping us together; while others moved to tear us apart. That’s why I trust that someday, we will be together again. I don’t know when or where that will be, but I have faith in it.

Please live your life and continue to protect our family. They will need you now more than ever. There is still work to be done and someday, when it is your time, I will see you again somewhere over the rainbow. Someplace that we call home.”

Yours Truly,

in this world and the next,

Y/N

_________

Two years later-

Dean opened his eyes, the sun blinding him as they focused and he was met with the most spectacular view he had ever seen. The endless blue sky, the green pastures and mountains in the distance, it was all breathtaking.

“Well, at least I made it to Heaven,” Dean smiled.

“Yep,” a familiar voice spoke up, startling him.

Dean walked around towards the voice and saw Bobby, sitting on a chair in front of 'Harvelle's Roadhouse'.

“What memory is this?”

“It ain't, ya idjit,” Bobby laughed.

“Yeah, it is,” Dean stated as walked and looked at the roadhouse. “Cause the last I heard, you... you were in Heaven's lock-up.

“Was.”

“Now I'm not.”

“That kid of yours, before he went... wherever, made some changes here. Busted my ass out. And then he…” Dean sat down next to him, still in disbelief. “Well, he set some things right. Tore down all the walls up here. Heaven ain't just reliving your golden oldies anymore. It's what it always should have been. Everyone happy. Everyone together. Rufus lives about 5 miles that way... With Aretha.

Thought she'd have better taste. And your mom and dad... they got a place over yonder. It ain't just Heaven, Dean. It's the Heaven you deserve.

And we've been waiting for you.”

Bobby moved to open a cooler between their chairs and pull out a couple of beers. He hands one over to Dean as he opens his own.

“So, Jack did all that?” Dean asked.

“Well... Cas helped. It's a big, new world out there. You'll see.”

Dean shook his head in satisfaction as he pulled the bottle to his lips.

“Oh, wow. This tastes like the first drink I ever shared with my dad.”

“Quality stuff?”

“No, it's crap,” Dean laughed. “But it was fantastic.”

“Just like this?”

Dean felt the ping of sadness as he remembered his last earthly moment. Sam telling him it was okay. Telling him to let go.

“It's almost perfect.”

“He'll be along,” Bobby informed him, almost as though he could read his thoughts.”Time up here, it's... it's different. You got everything you could ever want... or need or... dream.”

Dean took a deep breath and sighed. It was all almost perfect. All he could ever want or dream. He knew what that was, or rather who. But instead of seeing her, he was having a beer with her father.

“So, I guess the question is... what are you gonna do now, Dean?”

Dean glanced over at Bobby who moved his gaze off to the front of them with a smile. Dean's eyes followed his and saw her. Baby sitting there pretty parked along the road.

“I think I'll go for a drive,” Dean smiled before getting up from his spot and moving towards her.

“Have fun.”

“Hey, baby,” he stated as he approached her, looking at her with pride that she made it too.

“Hey back there,” he heard another voice state.

Dean whipped himself around to see Y/N standing there with Baby’s keys.

“What? Did you think it was the car talking to you?” she laughed. “Ya idjit.”

“Y/N,” he rushed over and gripped her up tight, lifting her off the ground in the process in a spinning motion.

As he set her back down he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was her. Y/N. The smile could not be torn off of his face.

“How?” he breathed out.

“Like I said,” he turned his gaze back to Bobby who was now walking up with a woman who looked like Y/N next to him, his arm draped around her shoulder. “It’s the heaven you deserve.”

Dean continued to smile as he turned back to Y/N and gave her the biggest kiss he had ever had.

“Now you make sure you bring her back at a decent time, ya hear?” Bobby spoke up again, causing Dean to pull away from the kiss with a raised brow.

“Bobby?” he chuckled as he motioned around him.

“Nothing crazy, just before the next century,” Bobby chuckled back.

“Thanks dad,” Y/N smiled as she handed Dean the keys. “Let’s go old man. Live for once.”

“I plan on it,” he smiled back as the two of them entered the car and drove off with nothing but the road ahead. His home and his heart all in the same spot. The perfect ending

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This is deicated to my girl @ezilyamuzed . The Moose to my Squirrel, The Jared to my Jensen. You’re the best!!

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Cause I mean, how can I not repost this. Miss you @ezilyamuzed

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Miss you too!!

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Blood Red Chapter 16

{ Catch Up With Part 15 }

Warnings - Same ol stuff. Language, Winchester smolder, sexy time..kind of. Deft some Sexy Sam and some good old scamming and lying.

Word Count - 12,318 (Yes it's a long one, all thanks to @ezilyamuzed)

A/N - My girl Sammy, out of nowhere, came to me with this amazing chapter! I know it's been forever, but just know that the ideas are rolling and the next few chapters are already in the works! Enjoy!!

At least a week had gone by since Dean and Sam had both agreed that Y/N was to stay, if only to keep tabs on her from any other of her schemes. Dean tried his best to stay away from her, but he always found himself wandering outside the dungeon door, wanting to go in. He was drawn to her. Each day the mark called out more and more for her. Wanting to punish her for all that she had done. Wanting to hear her scream once more.

Her smug smirk on those rosy lips had stayed constant in his mind. Although she was their prisoner, she acted like she had won.  His nightmares were getting worse with each day to the point where he didn't know if he was awake or dreaming half of the time. He found himself in a constant cold sweat, dodging shadows he would catch in the corner of his eye. He had even reached the point of hoping that it was the ghost of Sean, but he hadn't seen him or been tainted by his presence in days. It wasn't until he awoke to a feeling of someone, rather something on his bed did he realize that he had completely lost his mind. 

”Who’s there, ” Dean sat up straight in his bed and turned on the light in a flash, only to see his younger self staring back at him. 

“Look at you,” he criticized. “You’re pathetic. Laying in here while she’s in there taunting you, mocking your reputation. She’s a demon. You're a hunter. Do what you’ve been taught. What you’re born to do.”

“I’m just dreaming,” Dean tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. To his dismay, the ghost of his past self did not move. 

“I’m not a dream, Dean. I’m you,  inside of your head. The part of you watching as you let everything crumble around you. You’re weak.”

“Yeah, well fuck off,” Dean grumbled. “I can’t kill the bitch.”

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One week ago…

“So?” You retorted. “How are either of you better than me? 

They couldn’t answer. Both of them looked at you with disdain, not only to you, but themselves as well. They couldn’t argue their past. Dean as a demon, Sam without a soul. Both had caused immiscible pain to those around them. The only difference now was that most of the people they had hurt were gone now. Only you were left to remember the truth behind it all. You were the last one standing in the chaos that is the Winchester’s. 

After leaving you, eventually Sam came back in alone. This time with a small cot, pillow, and a BLT with a beer. A Winchester peace offering.

“I don’t need to sleep or eat Sam,” you scrunched your brows. “So why are you doing this?”

“If you’re going to be staying with us, at least I can do this,” he gave you a tight lipped nod. 

“Why?” You cocked up a brow. “Why would you care?”

“Because you’re right. You could have killed us, multiple times,” he ran his hand through his hair to move it from his face. “And...and I can't believe I’m saying this, but I believe you do want to do good.”

“So then what’s with the demon trap and cuffs then,” you shook your hands to let them clang off of each other. “I mean, thanks for the bed, but I’m pretty sure you have other rooms that I can go into. That is, if you haven’t completely destroyed it already.”

“I said I believe that you want to do good,” he quipped back. “Doesn’t mean I, nor Dean, fully trust you.”

“Fair enough I guess,” you rolled your eyes as you sat on the bed, bouncing a bit on it. “I guess it’s better than concrete.”

“I’ll bring in a tv too, maybe some books as well?”

“Whatever floats your boat, Sammy,” you ignored him as you laid down to stare at the ceiling. “It’s not like I have much say in the matter.”

“Alright,” he sighed out.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye, as he hesitated for a moment before turning around and to walk towards the door. You caught the glimpse of his hand shaking by his side. 

“How’s the bloodlust going by the way? Feeling it?” 

“I don’t have bloodlust,” he turned around. “I’m fine.”

“ ‘Kay,” you clicked your tongue off the roof of your mouth. “Because if you did, I may be inclined to help.” 

“I don’t need help from you,” he murmured. 

“Alright then, have fun,” you mocked. “Let me know when those hands of yours stop shaking and you stop thinking of my blood on your lips.”

“I thought you couldn’t get in my head?” He said with a rasp in his voice. 

“I didn’t,” you sat up with a grin. “I only guessed. You just confirmed it.”

“I’m fine,” he growled, standing up straighter.

“I need that on a T-shirt. The famous Winchester saying, ‘I’m fine’. You know what happens when either of you say that? Shit happens. Of epic proportions,” you remarked. “You knew what was going to happen the first time you drank. So why are you making yourself go through detox now when the world is still crashing down? Hmm? Afraid that big bro will find out?”

“I’m not listening to you,” he turned his back to you again, two steps closer to walking out the door.

“I guess it’ll just be lil ‘ol me then when Dean snaps again. Hopefully, by then I’ll be allowed to walk around free,” you day dreamt out loud. “It’d really be a shame for him to all of the sudden hurt someone else, with no one to stop him.”

“Stop,” he commanded, his head slightly turned but with his back to you. “I know what you’re doing.”

“One thing I know for sure, is that you don’t know anything Sam Winchester,” you chuckled. “You think you can handle everything all on your own. Figuring out a cure from books that belonged to cowards hiding under ground? Think you know what will finally make him snap? What might save him? You know nothing.”

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Present time…

“Dean, earth to Dean.”

Dean’s eyes blinked rapidly as he regained his bearings. He was in the war room, a book laying in front of him with Sam staring intently at him from behind his computer.

“Yeah?”

“I asked you what you wanted for dinner? Pizza, burgers, or Chinese? What’s wrong with you?” Sam furrowed his eyes. “You spaced out there.”

“Just tired of reading the same thing in these books,” he slammed the cover shut on the one in front of him. “There’s nothing in here about a spell that gives a demon that much power.”

“So we keep looking,” Sam replied with a sigh. 

“For what?” Dean snarked. “For ‘a how-to kill an unkillable demon’ brochure? Doesn’t exist!” 

“How much sleep have you been getting?”

Dean grumbled as he got up to grab the bottle of jack that sat on the stand in the corner. He poured himself a glass, swirled it around for a second, before bringing the sweet amber liquid to his lips. 

“It’s 11:30 AM Dean, “he could hear the contemptment in his brother's voice. 

“I’ll add orange juice then,” he sassed as he took another sip. 

“Dean, I-“

“What do you want from me? Hmm? I’m here. I’m trying to keep focused but everywhere is a dead end.”

“Maybe if we talk to Y/N again,” Sam suggested out loud. 

“And she’ll do what? Give us more half ass answers? She’s not going to give us anything but warnings that “evil is coming”, he made air quotes with his hands. “Whoop De doo. It’s just another Thursday.”

“You really need to get some sleep,” Sam shook his head as he stood up. “I’m grabbing pizza. Call me if you want anything else.”

Dean’s upper lip snared at Sam’s judgemental tone as he got up and left. What did he know? He wasn’t the one on edge not knowing what was real or not. How to stop the pain from burning every time Y/N’s name was spoken. How to live with his own monsters haunting him while he was awake? He knew nothing. 

_____

Five days ago…

You heard the scream echo through the halls. Not even a rerun of the Gilmore Girls’, ranting about nothing could drown it out. It was Dean again, stuck in another nightmare. It wasn’t you causing it though. It was the mark. 

You worked the cuffs off of your wrists as you looked at the time. It was about 2 AM. Both Winchester’s had been typically asleep at this time, but since your unveiling, they’ve slept in shifts to watch you. What they didn’t know was as you easily crossed through the barrier of the devils trap, you’d leave a vision of you laying there with your eyes closed. Just in case you didn’t make it back in time for your check-in. 

You had found Sam sound asleep with his head laying next to his open computer. The screen had gone dark. Must have passed out a while ago. You made your way towards Dean’s room. You could hear him arguing on the other side. 

“Leave me alone!” He yelled with ferocity. 

“I will when you figure it out Dean. What you have to do,” you heard Sean’s unmistakable voice. 

“I won’t do it!”

“There’s only one person who can stop her, Dean. Let him out to play,” he replied. “He’s inside of you waiting.”

You felt a wave of anger hit you as you heard Sean’s words. That ghost had crossed a line from annoying, to a liability. Let him out? Hell no. You couldn’t let the demon side of Dean come out. No way in hell that would end well for anyone, especially if he figured out that he had the power to kill you, but just needed the tool. The tool that so happened to be in Crowley’s possession. Crowley… time to pay him a visit.

You snapped yourself to the ally of his liar. Settled within the arts district of one of those lost corrupt cities in America. A well selected spot for non the wiser to see odd things coming and and out. You knocked on the door to see the little eye hole slate open up, black eyes staring at you. 

“I’m here for Crowley,” you stated.

“Name?”

“It’s under, open up or I’ll kill you,” you smiled sweetly.

“Go away bitch,” the man behind the black eyes growled. 

“Have it your way.”

In a swift kick, you popped the door off its hinges. The demon that had stood behind was knocked out cold with the blast. You entered deeper into the liar to where his throne sat, knowing that was probably where he was sitting with that smug smile of his. With every step came almost as many demons trying to stop you. Trying was the key word. You only vanquished about 6 or so, the others had just wished they had. 

You opened up the heavy doors with a push of both hands and saw Crowley there, just as you suspected. Sitting with that stupid smirk on his throne.

“You could have rang,” he stated as he brought his drink to his lips. “Less messier.”

“Not as fun,” you sassed while crossing your arms and popping your hip out. “We have a problem.”

“It seems to me like you’re the one with the problem. I hear that Sam and Dean have figured out your little secret.”

“Old news, old man,” you snarked. “I’m talking about your pet ghost telling Dean-“

“Fergus,” you heard a very familiar and distinct voice behind you. You turned your head around slowly. Rowena? She was alive? How? And who the fuck was Fergus?

 “Oh, what a mess!” She gasped as she neared Crowley. 

“Y/N,” Crowley spoke up. “Meet my irritating and incessant mother, Rowena. A powerful witch I may add.”

“Mother?” the words left your mouth with a horrible taste. “Your Crowley’s mama? How the hell is that one possible? You’d have to be-“

“Don’t you mind my age or I’ll cut out your tongue,” she warned with a stern look.

You raised your brow to her. Did she really just threaten you? The bitch forgot who she was talking to. There was no way you were going to take that laying down. 

“Try it and I’ll pluck out every last strand of the gorgeous red hair and make you eat it,” you challenged.

“Oh I do like her Fergus,” she smiled as she continued to walk towards Crowley. “She has fire.”

You stood there in confusion. What type of hell paradox did you just walk into? And why was she pretending like she didn’t know who you were?

“Anyways,” you rolled your eyes to Crowley. “That ghost of yours, he needs to go. He’s trying to get him to do things, bad things. Like bringing back our summer friend. You know, the dark eyed reckless hothead? I don’t think either one of us wants him around.”

“Suicide hmm,” Crowley pondered. “Well that wouldn’t be ideal. Not unless of course you were dead first so you couldn’t ruin my plans.”

“Me dead or not, you already know your plans are bullshit,” you retorted. “He’ll never follow you. Demon or not.”

“Perhaps,” he replied. “But perhaps my plans for him have changed?”

You glared at him hard, but kept Rowena within the corner of your eye. What was she telling him? What devious plan had she been whispering in his ear?

“I’ll tell you what,” he slapped his palms on his knees and leaned up. “I’ll tell you where to look to get rid of your ghost if you allow my mother here to figure out the spell behind your condition?”

You shot her a hard look. She didn’t tell him. But would she actually help him? 

“No fucking way,” you seethed. “You tell me or you’ll have to attend her funeral.”

“Threats like that are no use dearie,” she spoke up. “One does not come to associate with demons without a back up plan.”

She smirked at you, knowing that you had let her live once that it was unlikely to happen again.

“I’ll just figure it out on my own,” you shot your glare back to Crowley. “I’m not letting some...thing that produced the likes of you touch me.”

“It only takes a drop of blood,” she informed you. “What is the harm of that?”

Your gaze went back to her as she stood there revealing a knife that she had hidden in her bodice. 

“What are you doing with him?” You asked her in her mind. “Why are you helping him?”

“Plans change, don’t they dearie?” You heard her respond within your thoughts as you watched the smirk rise on her lips. “You already know it won’t work and you know why. Just give him the satisfaction. Make him believe you will comply.”

“If I do this, that doesn’t just mean that you only let me kill that asshole’s ghost once and for all, but it also means that you leave me and them alone. No more interfering. No more tricks.”

“I will only come when called,” he promised. “Do we have a deal?”

You opened up your hand and lifted it out for Rowena to take a sample of your blood. You watched as it trickled down and she caught it in a little vial.

“If you double cross me, I will kill you,” you said loud enough for not just her, but for Crowley to hear your words.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she looked to you through her lashes as she placed the lid on it. As she turned, she gave you a quick wink. Maybe her being involved with Crowley wouldn’t be a bad thing or maybe, you had just sold yourself to the devil once again. 

“There, now that that is done,” Crowey grinned. “Cellphone. The silver one. Behind the battery. A lock of hair from our dearly departed.”

“Really?” You sassed out. “His phone?”

“Even a hunter such as yourself could not find it, now could you?”

You snapped yourself out with a roll of your eyes. As you arrived back at the bunker you saw that Sam had moved to his bed and Dean was sleeping as well, tossing and turning in sweat soaked sheets. You picked up his phone and pulled the back off to find what you needed. You snapped yourself back outside, just beyond the bunker to say goodbye, once and for all.

“I’ll be back,” the vision Sean seethed as you held the lock of hair in your fingers. “You can not escape me.”

“Goodbye Sean. Rot in hell,” you stated as you sparked the lighter to burn the hair. His ghost turned to flames in front of your eyes, screaming for vengeance until he turned to nothing but ash. Burning away all you wanted to forget.

______

Present time…

“That was Cas,” Dean looked over to Sam as he clicked off his phone. “He said it was an emergency. We need to get moving.”

“Well let’s go,” Sam replied. “We’ll bring Y/N.”

”Why?” Dean snarled with a raised brow. Why would Sam even think to bring her? So she can screw up someone else's life? And didn’t he want to keep her hidden in the bunker so Cain couldn’t find her? What was he thinking? 

”She’s a good hunter, Dean, ” Sam bounced back. “She can help.”

“No way,” Dean looked up to him with a glare. “She’s a demon and this is Cas. I’m not bringing her around him.”

“Think about it Dean,” Sam turned his head sideways. “You’re on edge. I can see it. Hell so can she”. 

“You’re talking to her about me now?” Dean snarked. “What, have you been braiding each other’s hair and gossiping every night?”

“No Dean,” Sam shot him a look of annoyance. “She just points out the obvious. Besides, whatever it is that Cas needs help with, don’t you want backup?”

“To do what? Have some pissed off girl time? I don’t think so. Let’s go.”

“Not without Y/N,” Sam moves to stand taller from the table as Dean stood up. 

“You really want to bring her along? What will you do when she snaps and decides to murder someone, huh?” Dean growled between his teeth.

“Y/N has done nothing but sit here trying to get through to you Dean. Trying to get you to trust her. She’s still Y/N, can’t you see that?”

“Jesus fucking Christ. She’s a demon, Sam. One that can’t be killed apparently! Don’t you see that? How can you trust her after everything? I thought you got that. She’s not the same person anymore.” Dean looked to his brother's face for any indication that he knew he was right, but there was nothing. Sam had fallen under whatever spell she put him under again, making him vulnerable to her lies. Dean hated her for whatever this was. How could he not see what was happening? 

Dean knew he couldn’t fight him on it and win. He nodded his head to his brother and followed him to the dungeon to get her. Not with Y/N still poisoning his mind with sitting here all sweet and innocent in the dungeon. No, he’d have to let her out. Let her play some. Then Sammy was sure to see what a real monster she was. 

_____

Two days ago...

“Any news about when I will be pardoned Sheriff?” You teased Sam as he entered the room. 

“Are you comfortable?” He quickly changed the subject.

“I mean, the amenities aren’t the best. This is definitely not the Ritz, but at least the staff is cute,” you giggled. 

“I was just checking in, seeing if you needed anything,” he blew out a puff of air that he had been holding in while looking anywhere but your direction.

“The question is, what do you need?” You addressed the elephant in the room.

“I don’t even know anymore,” he sighed out while rubbing the scruff on his face. “Hope. Hope would be nice.”

“For you or the one who has either gotten into some serious BDSM porn at night or is fighting himself to sleep?” 

“Both,” he shook his head with another sigh. “He’s getting worse.”

“No shit.”

“How, how do I-“

“Control the monster?” You interjected, awaiting for his slow nod of confirmation. “You can’t. Not really. What he is, it’s more powerful than either one of us alone. The only thing to do is to stop trying to fight it so much, and maybe it can be managed. At least a little while longer.”

“That’s insane,” he snared. “Think of the people he would hurt. Hell, who he has hurt.”

“Oh trust me Sammy,” you laughed back. “I know what Dean Winchester off the rails is capable of. But I also know what he is capable of if you do give him that little inch. Let him feel like he is more in control. The last few weeks before you found us, it wasn’t him who was doing all the dirty work.” 

“...you…”

“I guess the demon was inside of me all along Sammy. He just showed me how to play. Scary part was,” you paused and let the words dance off your tongue “ I liked it.”

“That’s not you,” he gasped back, trying to believe his own lie.

“It was me though Sam,” you continued. “We never really hurt anyone good. Only the bad. Think about what we do as hunters. We stop evil. Dean and I just took it to another route. We got the job done and then some.”

“This is insane,” he shook his head again.

“Think about when you drink Sam,” you snapped back. “When you feel the warmth; the power. You feel invincible. You want to use it. You want to set things right. Someone tries to take it away and how do you feel? Hmm? Betrayed? Like another monster that needs to be stopped? That’s what he is feeling right now.”

“You don’t know anything about what I go through,” he snapped back, his voice getting deeper.

“Well the circus is on its way to town Sammy and unless you loosen that chain a bit, you will be the one singing with the clowns.”

You watched as his breathing got heavier, his fist clenching. He was angry, but without words. What you said was starting to spark something in him. You had played it wrong before; trying to convince him that you wanted to save Dean. No, what you needed Sam to prepare for was a fight and right now, he looked like he was finally ready to begin.

“Make sure when shit hits the fan that you keep that key close. I wouldn’t want to miss the show,” you nonchalantly added while grabbing the remote to turn your attention away from him.

Before you could hit a button you felt his hand grasp at your hair, pulling you back with brute force to stare into his hazel eyes.

“There he is,” you smirked widely . “Are you finally ready to play to win?” 

“You shut your mouth,” he growled, his eyes darkening with fury. 

“Or what?” You clicked your tongue against your teeth. “You’ll make me? You’re too...sweet for that dear Sammy.”

His hand grasped your hair tighter, as he stared down into your eyes. You felt your own eyes darken, reminding him of what you were and what he wanted. You watched as his breathing came unsteady as he looked along your throat, watching your veins pulse in anticipation. This was it, he was going to cave into his desires once more.

“No,” he growled as he let go of your hair, throwing your head forward in the process.

“No what?” You exclaimed.

“No,” he turned his back to you, moving to a table within the room. You watched as he picked up a blade, the dim light shining off of the cool steel. He turned to you, grasping it in his hand. “No, I’m not so sweet. I’ve been too nice to you. You don’t deserve kindness. You deserve something else.”

“What? A long winded talk from you? Empty threats with that thing? Please. You know that can’t kill me.”

“It doesn’t need to,” he replied flatly. “It just needs to really hurt.”

You felt a ping of excitement. This was a Sam Winchester you had not quite seen before. He was unhinged, released. Perfect.

He stalked you as his grasp moved higher on the hilt of the blade. 

“What do you think you’re going to do with that?” You challenged.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” his words dripped of venom. “Scream if you’d like. It’s just you and me.”

He ran the blade across your neckline, cutting just deep enough for a small trace of blood to drip down your skin. A smirk rose on his lips as you grimaced just a bit for show. He liked seeing pain. He desired it.

Pushing you with ease down onto the cot, his hand nestled itself around your throat, tightening with every breath. You allowed a faint sound of trying to gain air escape your lips, only prompting him to push in harder against your windpipe. Your eyes never left him as they turned almost as dark as night with anger and pain.

His hand stayed on your throat, as he used his other to cut down your shirt with the blade, tearing it open to him. He looked pleased with himself as you laid there helpless and vulnerable to only him. He continued to dance the steel along your skin, making little cuts along the way. As fast as they would heal, was as fast as he would open them once more. The glare from his eyes was cold, causing shivers to run down your spine. 

“You're nothing but a demon whore, Y/N. Here taunting me with your blood,” he gripped at your throat. “You want to play? Well, let's play.” 

You stared up at him through your lashes. His eyes were no longer hazel but dark with lust. A grin crept along your lips. 

“Let the games begin.” 

_____

Present-day…

“Well hello boys,” you smiled as you moved from laying on your stomach across the bed to a sitting up position while stretching your arms. “Didn’t expect a visit so soon.”

“Get dressed,” Dean commanded as he stood next to Sam.

“For?” You popped off your lips as you stood up. Showing the boys nothing more than a little tank and underpants covering your body. 

“We need to help out a friend,” Sam spoke up. 

“So go,” you shrugged as your eyes glanced towards Game of Thrones playing on the tv. “I’m catching up with Mr. John Snow at the minute. Boy,  does his family have issues. Not Winchester level, but still.”

Dean rolled his eyes to the TV that sat by the bed. He hated how Sam had given in to giving you comforts of normalcy. 

“We’re not leaving you alone here. Not out of our sight again,” Dean spoke up as he clicked off the TV. 

You raised your brow to Dean while glancing over at Sam. Something was up. He wouldn’t just agree to this. Dean was planning something.

“Fine,” you crossed your arms. “But the cuffs have to go.”

“The cuffs stay,” Dean growled and looked over to Sam.

“Y/N,” Sam sighed out. “We need your help, but the whole situation is well...”

“We can’t risk any of your tricks,” Dean interjected. 

“Tricks are for kids”, you smirked. “Take off the cuffs at least so I can get dressed and give me ten. I’ll be ready.”

You watched as Sam and Dean did their little nod to one another as they walked out of the room after Sam uncuffed you, but not before rubbing his fingers along the vein down your wrist. Big boy was getting hungry again. Good. 

This case was special to them, but why? Something was definitely up with this case and with how Dean was acting. The leash he had on you was loosening, time to put on your best act so maybe he could finally trust to take it off so the real fun could start. 

_____

“So who’s the friend? You don’t really have many of those,” Dean heard Y/N speak up in the backseat, the clanking of her cuffs on her wrists hitting as she moved.

“Castiel,” Sam spoke up. “Cas. He’s an angel.”

“You mean like a nice guy or a real…”

“Real angel,” Dean answered. “Will smite your ass in a second.”

“The one that was in that god awful musical?” Dean smirked while thinking of the case she was referring to. 

“Yes, ” Sam snickered from the passenger seat. 

“So does he really have a hard-on for you, Dean? You know, like that one seemed to?” Dean heard the smirk in her voice. “I'd love to meet the other half of destiel.”

Dean glared over to Sam who was trying to stifle out his chuckle. He forgot how much the bitch might have known from her time of stalking them. No bother. Cas would see right through her act and give her a taste of her own medicine. Even on his weaker days, Cas could take her down.  A demon never trumped an angel. 

_____

“Dean. Sam,” the gorgeous blue eyes sparkled as he spoke in that gruff voice that demanded attention. He was a hottie for an angel. Those blue eyes glared over to you and turned dark with disdain. “What is that doing here?”

“On chante,” you smiled as you batted your lashes to him and raised your ironclad wrists. 

His eyes furrowed to you before moving back over to Sam and Dean towering over you. God, you felt so tiny in between these three giants of men. So, tall, muscular, and powerful… Your mind started to wonder if like his comrades, Castiel was well proportioned as well. A smirk rose on your lips daydreaming what it would be like to seduce an angel. 

“She’s here to help,” Dean spoke up. 

“You brought a demon to help find Claire? Are you insane? Do you not understand the gravity of the situation?” His eyes shot like daggers at you. Yup, he’s not a fan. 

“Claire? Claire Novak?” Sam furrowed.

“Yes, Sam. Claire. I, well, I found her in a group home and got her out. She was miserable. We came here to the restaurant to eat and she stole my wallet and left. She’s gone. I think she may be in trouble.”

“This is why you called us? THIS is your emergency?” Dean barked. Cas tried to defend himself, but it was no use. “No, Cas! An emergency is a dead body, okay? Or—or a wigged-out angel, or the Apocalypse, take three. Some chick bolting on you is not an emergency. That’s … that’s every Friday night for Sam.” 

“Dude.”

“Well,” Dean shrugged. 

“This isn’t just ‘some chick.’ I’m responsible for her,” Castiel stated in a softer tone. You could hear the guilt. He really did feel responsible for her. 

“Since when? You met her once, how many years ago?” Dean blurted in annoyance. 

“Look, Cas. Even if we do find Claire … Then what?” Sam interjected.

“She rolled you, and then she ran, okay? It’s pretty clear that she doesn’t want to play house,” Dean spoke up again. 

“I understand. But I need to know that Claire is safe. And I need your help,” Castiel begged a little more. He was desperate. 

“All right. Uh … Why don’t we go ask around at the group home?” Sam spoke up after a deep sigh. 

“Uh, you know what? We’re going to stick here in case she circles back. You go ahead take y/n with you,” Dean stated as he handed him the car keys. 

You paused in reluctance as you saw Sam give Dean that furrowed look initially, but grabbed the keys anyway. What was up with this girl and why did an angel give a damn about her?”

After driving a bit you finally decided to break the ice with Sam on what exactly you had gotten into and what the deal was with the Dean and Castiel bromance. 

“So Castiel is, interesting…” you mumbled.

“He’s a good guy,” Sam stated while No taking his eyes off the road. “Just doesn’t always make the best judgements.”

“Would going after some teenage girl be one of those not so best judgements?”

“Claire,” he breathed out her name as if to inform you although you had heard her name enough just moments ago. “Cas’ vessel, the body he is in. It belonged to Jimmy Novak. Claire’s father.”

“So what? It’s not like that Jimmy guy is using it anymore?”

“Claire was young when Castiel took over, but not young enough to not remember. She lost her dad because of Castiel.”

“So he is blaming himself for her being a teenage rebel?”

“Guess so,” Sam muttered.

“Do you blame him?”

Sam looked at you with worry on his face. He did, but at the same time he had guilt for not. He was conflicted. 

“I can’t say it was right…” Sam trailed off back to paying attention to the road. 

“You guys do need my help,” you laughed out loud. 

“And why is that?” 

“Well, if this girl’s issue all revolve around daddy, 2 large hunters and an angel that looks like her dad is not going to convince her to do anything else than to continue rebelling. It’s basic science. More than likely she’s already attached herself to a new daddy figure that is the one prompting her to do stupid shit. Hell, that’s what I did.”

“And what, you had daddy issues?” Sam chuckled.

“I wrote the book on daddy issues there Sam,” you laughed back. “Eventually she will get older and wiser, make better choices… or get good old  revenge. Hopefully she doesn’t have to die first like me to realize that though.” 

Sam nodded softly as he continued driving. You found yourself lingering in your thoughts. Daddy issues? Yup, you had them. Your therapist said that’s why you attached yourself to the wrong men. You only proved her right to land right into a vamps trap all those years ago. Dean… he was supposed to be different. The one who wasn’t like the rest. Jesus. What a cruel cosmic joke that he ended up being worse than the rest in the end. 

____

“Find anything out?” Dean asked as Sam got out of the car. He had gone to the group home with only a name to go by. Dustin Tate. Maybe y/n was right. Maybe she did attach herself to a guy. 

Now to find him or better yet her before she ended up becoming just like her. Maybe for Claire, it wasn’t too late. 

____

They boys were talking on and on about what they knew about Claire. For a hunter, Sam’s investigation skills sucked. He didn’t seem to get much of anything or he was holding something back. 

Cas still wasn’t trusting you. His eyes kept glaring at you as you leaned against baby. 

“She’s cuffed,” Sam replied as if he read Cas’ mind. “She can’t use any of her powers.”

You held up and shook the cuffs to make a nice clink sound echo around you as you flashed him your best smile. He wasn’t buying it. Tough sell. Guess you’d have to find this girl of his to be on his good side. The trick would be, doing it without the use of powers, at least to their knowledge.

“So what good is she then?”

“She was a hunter,” Dean added. “She’s one of the best at finding missing people. We’re vouching for her.”

“Very well,” he quickly gave in. Obviously he trusted Dean and Sam. Especially Dean. Guess that whole bromance thing was real. If you were ever going to get him to really trust you, Dean would be the only way. Great. That'd be like Stalin attempting to use Hitler to gain Mussolini’s trust. Impossible. 

You smirked a little as they continued to speak about Claire, thinking about how although you were the smallest between them, you had the most power. A click of your fingers and they would all be down on their knees. These giants of men had no clue about the inner workings of a teenage girl as they continued on about what she may be doing. God they were helpless. 

“She’s an angry teenage girl,” you spoke up, causing the silence between them. “So who’s her beau? Or chick? I don’t judge.”

“Excuse me?” Castiel glared at you.

“Her beau. Her other half. Dean to your Castiel?,” you smirked. “Her boyfriend or whatever, jeez.”

“She doesn’t have a-“

“Sure she doesn’t. Sam got the name of some guy, so I’d start with him,” you rolled your eyes as you looked over to Dean. “Where did the damaged teenage girls find you during your bad boy school days?”

“I don’t see how any of this is relevant,” Cas spoke up again, annoyed and impatient. Typical angel.

“Teenage girl. Daddy issues. She’s bound to have attached herself to a bad boy. Probably one that she met at school or that kiddie prison. Find the boy and you’ll find her.”

“Dustin,” Sam replied softly. “The social worker said she clung to a Dustin Tate when he was there.”

“Okay, so again, where do we find the bad boys?” You repeated.

“Parks,” Dean spoke up. “Bowling alley, convenience store-“

“Library,” Sam chimed in.

You and Dean both gave him upturned looks before Dean continued. Sometimes you forgot how much of a nerd Sam was, although doing it in the library was a fun idea. You wondered if Dean ever told him about your time in the library. 

“Bar,” Dean glanced over to you. Yup, a common factor in both of your teenage years. Using the fatherly advice of Jack Daniels and his pal Jimmy Walker. Doubt this kid was that fucked up though to be like either of you.

“She is not at a bar,” Cas glared.

“Where’s the closest fast food place around here,” you said as you looked down the street.

“You think she might be there?” Sam spoke up.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “Also, some fries sound fucking fantastic right now too. Oh, and a milkshake.”

“We are not going after food,” Dean growled. “Now are you going to help or not.”

“You wanted my help because I’m the best at this right?” You shot him a firm look. “This is a small town. Not a lot open and by the looks of it, not a lot of hang out spots for teens. One common thing most of them have is the need for greasy food. Find a pimply teenage boy running a shit hole chain counter and we will find where the rest are hiding.”

“She’s right,” Sam replied. 

“Well duh,” you rolled your eyes. “And when we find her, I expect a large fry as a reward.”

“Cas, you go with Sam to the Weiner Hut place we saw just a few miles back. See if they know her or that Dustin kid. It’s near the police station, so try there too to see if they know either of them. If she’s been caught enough, they will know her spots and who she associates with. Y/N and I will take her lead at the north end of town by the bowling alley and bars,” Dean commanded with intensity causing you to smirk. Alone with Dean? His idea. Well, isn’t this nice…

As everyone parted you leaned up against baby as Dean was rummaging through the trunk for supplies. With the arsenal he was gathering, you could tell he was hoping to kill something tonight, maybe someone.

“Alone at last,” you sighed off into the cool night air. “ Small town, baby, and you and me on our way to go kill something. Seems like old times.”

“Shut up,” he growled as he lowered the trunk.

“So why did you choose to be alone with little ‘ol me? Hmm?” You hummed.  “I could have very well gone with Sam.”

“Sam needs a break from you”. 

“Or you’re just jealous that he spends so much time with me. Afraid I’ll corrupt baby Winchester?”

“More like fuck up his life too,” Dean snarled. 

“Oh Dean, you boys do fine all by yourselves in that department,” you chuckled. 

Arriving outside of the crappy, dime a dozen fast food chain that caused grease to clog your arteries just by the smell you looked at Dean who was casing out the place.

“See your girl?”

“No.”

“Let’s go inside then,” you said as you walked to the door. 

“You can stay out here,” he barked. “I don’t want you fucking around with other people.” 

“Jesus will you get off your high horse there Dean,” you snapped back. “First of all, I don’t randomly fuck with people. Only people who deserve it. Second, how many times do I have to tell you, if I wanted to do harm, I would have when I was free when you thought I was human. I haven’t done anything lately, so why don’t you give it a rest?”

“Fine,” he grumbled, pushing past you.

“Chains off first before we go in there though.” 

“What? No,” he snarled.

“We can’t go in there for answers if I look like your prisoner Dean,” you snarked back. “Unless you would like to explain it to them?”

Dean stood there glaring hard at you. You were right and he hated it. He moved to his pocket, pulling out the key.

“If you do anything-“

“Then you’ll kill me,” you cut him off. “Yada yada. Let’s go.”

He worked the lock off and slid them off your wrists to place them in his pocket.

“No funny business,” he warned. “Including magic.”

“I’ll pretend to be as boring as you are Dean-o,” you winked with a smile before moving away from him. “Now how about those fries.” 

Walking in you had the overpowering smell of mold and hormones. Yup, teenagers were running this place. There was a young guy behind the counter, perhaps of legal age, but that didn’t matter for what you were going to do.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

“Hey there cutie,” you purred with a smile. “Are you on the menu?”

The guy who’s name tag read “jimmy” just blushed and nervously smiled. 

“Actually, another time perhaps if you can help me? My partner here is helping his boyfriend find someone. She’s about your age, blonde, cute, has a tight ass that you could bounce quarters off of-“

You heard Dean clearing his throat with annoyance. Good.

“She goes by Claire,” you continued. “Or maybe you know who she hangs out with? Her family has been looking for her for a while and they will pay handsomely to anyone who can help.”

“Are you two cops?” his eyes widened.

“Oh God, no sweetie, ” you giggled. “More like private bounty hunters. Her family is loaded.”

“She never said-” he stopped himself quick.

“So you do know her?” you raised your brow. “Where can I find her?”

_______

“When we find her, let me try to talk to her,” Sam looked over to his worried friend.

“She will never forgive me, even if we find her. I can never gain her forgiveness.” 

“Well, we're going to try. She's young. It's hard to understand why things happened the way they did,” Sam attempted to console the angel next to him. 

“You forgive all who hurt you? Took your family away? Cas glared back at him with inquisitive eyes.

“No, but-”

“Then how can you say that she will?”

“Because sometimes we make mistakes. Everyone does. Even angels.”

“And demons? Do you believe your friend, Y/N, had made a mistake? Have you forgiven her?” Cas’ eyes had a glare of light hitting them from the street post as he asked his questions. 

“Demons lie, I know,” Sam sighed. “She's a different type of demon though. I can't explain it but-”

“She has a soul Sam,” Cas informed him. “Her face does not match a regular demon. It's different.”

“What?” Sam shot back. “What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that her soul is there; tortured, broken, and darkened. Like the midnight sky. She's not just a demon, she's- something else I have never seen before until tonight. Her soul is not hers to control. It's masked by something else, someone else perhaps. The question is, can you forgive someone who is powerless over their own soul?”

_____

“Well that was easy,” you chuckled as you gracefully pulled out a fry from the cup in your hand and took a little nibble of it. “And you didn’t want to bring me.”

You let out a girly chuckle as you ‘bumped’ into Dean playfully. You saw how his jaw clenched during that moment. It bothered him. In a good way? 

“So what’s next, Winchester?” You asked as you offered him a fry. He shook his head to decline.

“We find this guy's house and we convince Claire to come along with us.”

“Wow, you are a bunch of idjits,” you stopped in your tracks. “You think some teenage girl is going to just leave with you because you ask? Maybe back when you were like in your 20’s, but now? That’s like weird sex trafficker vibes. You’re old enough to be her dad.”

“Excuse me?” He shot a hard look at you, jaw tightening even more.

“This isn’t the same situation as when I first met you,” you explained. “You didn’t have the ‘I’ll murder anyone who gets in my way’ look. You were cute and lively. Not such a grump.”

“And your thoughts?”

“I could talk to her,” you shrugged. “I mean, if she says no I could always make her…”

“You’re not touching her,” Dean shot at you hard.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “But seriously though, you can’t expect someone who has already run away from your friend to just come running to the guys he’s hanging with? Even if she is in trouble, at least it’s trouble she knows.” 

“We’re not discussing this. Let’s find Sam and Cas to see what they know.”

_____

Dean was surprised to see Cas had some teenage boy by his neck lifted off the ground. Must be Dustin. As he ate the last of the fries he had acquired from y/n after leaving her in the car he calmly warned the kid to listen to Cas and do what he says. 

The kid sang like a canary. He only confirmed what the other kid said. She’s been hanging around some douchebag named Randy and now she was about to get herself into deep trouble. He had only hoped that what he just did could help save her. If not, he knew Castiel and Sam would never forgive him. 

“Claire, wait!” Cas called out as he followed an angry Claire outside of that convenience store. Dean was relieved that they got there in time. No gunshots. 

“Screw you.”

“Whoa, hey, Miley Cyrus. Settle,” Dean attempted to gain her attention. 

“Eat me, Hasselhoff.”

“Claire, hold on a second. Look, my name’s—“ Sam joined in only to be interrupted.

“Sam. And you’re Dean. We’ve met, remember?”

“Claire. You were going to rob that convenience store?” Cas bellowed. 

“So?”

““So?” So … it’s—it’s wrong!” His voice got deeper. 

“You want to talk to me about wrong? You killed my dad. Is that “wrong” enough for you?” 

“No, I didn’t.” Cas was lying. Dean knew he blamed himself. Hell, Dean even blamed himself a little as well.

“Really? Because without you, he’d still be here. And my mom would still be around.”

“Claire, I’m—“ Cas began to move towards her only to have her pull out a gun from her pocket and aim it at him. She wanted him not to move. Cas informed her that the gun wouldn’t do anything, making her point it towards Dean and Sam. Dean felt the mark boil as his muscles tightened. 

“Whoa! Hey, come on.” Dean stated with his hands up. 

“Hold on a second.” Sam added. 

“Why? Like you don’t have it coming? You stood there while this monster took my dad.”

Dean felt the lump move down his throat. There it was. The guilt. The aftermath of all the bullshit in their lives. What happens to the ones they leave behind. Like y/n… he left her behind. He suddenly started to remember how hurt y/n had been even before she turned demon. She was left behind. Forgotten. 

“I used to pray to you, Castiel. Every night. I would beg you to bring him home safe,” Claire confessed as she withdrew the gun. 

“I know.” 

“You know … My father was a good man. In what messed up world does he have to die and you get to live?”

“I’m sorry,” Cas replied. That, that was the honest truth. He was.

“No. You feel guilty. There’s a difference,” Dean could hear the tremble in her voice. 

“So what? Now you run back to Randy? The guy you steal for?” Sam asked.

“How do you know about that?”

“Dustin,” Dean admitted.

“Claire, that man is using you.”

“He was there for me. When things got bad—and they got REAL damn bad—he was there when no one else was. HE’S my family. And you’re just … you can go to hell.”

_____

“Hell’s too posh for those boys,” you stated as you walked from beyond the shadows to Claire, just about half a block down from where she had just put your pains in your ass to shame. 

“Who the hell are you?”

“Not important there sweetie,” you smiled. “Let’s just say, I’m with the badass female group and you my dear are badass; however, you’re wasting your potential on these idiotic men.”

“What the fuck do you know?” She started to turn away and continue walking until you spoke up again. 

“That Randy guy promised you a family?”

She turned back wide eyed as if she couldn’t understand how you would know. You knew alright. Heck, it was like staring at a mirror. 

“Thought so,” you smugged. “Now Claire, tell me this. How many family’s do you know ask their kids to risk their lives and freedom for what equates to about $60 and some change in a cash register?” 

“He would have come for me,” she gritted her teeth at you. This girl was brave. Stupid, but brave.

“Has he come for you yet?” You asked. “All those times of coming and going from that group home. Has he once came for you? You’d think a man like that with such high value for family would have done his best to make sure you were safe.”

Claire’s gaze wandered away. You hit the nerve you needed. 

“Look; I’m not trying to promote the 3 stooges back there, but they want to help. They can help. If you’re in trouble, they can get you out of it.”

“I’m fine.”

“Then why are you robbing stores then Claire? Hmm. Bored?”

“It’s none of your business,” she seethed. 

“Well  fine then; have it your way. But Castiel, Dean, and Sam aren’t leaving until they know you’re safe. I’m not leaving unless I know you’re safe either. You can trust that.”

“I can’t trust anyone,” she stated tearfully as she turned and ran further down the street. You stood back a moment, watching her leave as you felt that ping again. That one that you had been working so hard to ignore. Pain. But it wasn’t yours, not this time. You felt her pain. You felt it all the 27 blocks you followed her home. 

You looked inside the house to see a group of men and one tied down to a chair in the middle. “Well hello Randy,” you said out loud as you watched Claire pull out a gun on them only for the men to laugh and take it and her away. You had the urge to snap them all out of existence right then and there. Problem solved, but you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. And Dean was the reason why. 

30 minutes earlier.

As you approached baby the clicking sound of the cuffs rattling around in Dean's hands stopped you. 

“Well I guess my fun is over,” you stated as you handed him your fries and attempted to grab them from his hands. “Here, I’ll put them on.”

“I’m letting you go,” Dean stated as he continued to walk forward. 

“What are you talking about?” You snarked. “I thought you didn’t want to risk any of my tricks? Why all of a sudden the trust?”

“Right now I'm doin' all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out. With my teeth,” Dean stated so coldly that you felt a shiver. “But you’re  right. She’s not going to listen to us. She may listen to you. She needs to. Whatever this kid is getting into, I have a feeling it’s bad. I need you to watch her. Follow her.”

“And what about Sam and Cas?”

“I’ll handle them”, Dean stated. 

“And what do I do when I find her, hmm?”

“No tricks,” Dean warned. “Just try to convince her to listen to us and if she doesn’t, watch her.”

“Boring,” you snarked. “But fine. I’ll be your watch dog. What do I get in return?”

“You get to walk around free,” he stated. “For now.”

Snapping yourself to the bar Dean, Sam, and Cas was a minor trick in your book. Not one he’d ever truly disapprove of especially with the way those guys hauled off Claire. They need to get there and they needed to now.

“Dean,” you blurted out as you entered. “We got to go!”

“What the hell are you doing out of those cuffs?” He asked in a firm, angry tone. Guess that was his way of handling it. Pretending that he wasn’t the one who freed you. 

Sam followed Dean’s rapid movement to push you outside. Castiel stayed close until everyone was out.

“Why do we need to go? What’s going on y/n?” Sam asked frantically as Dean slapped the cuffs back on you.

“Claire,” you rasped out. “These men; they have her. I think she’s in trouble. Big trouble.”

“Where?”

_____

Dean sped baby as fast as he could to the address Y/N gave. She did it. She did what she was told. So why did he want to rip out her throat so badly?

He tried to channel his anger that was burning through his veins on the road and the task at hand. Claire was in trouble. Whoever tried to hurt her was going to regret it. That he knew for sure. 

____

They left you in the car. You stayed still patiently waiting although everything told you to move; get in there. When you saw Castiel bring out Claire with Sam following behind, you finally worked the door open to stand in the cool night air. It was over. She was safe. Then there was a moment of dread. 

“Um where’s Dean?” You spoke up right before hearing the gun shot. Before anyone could move you used all your force to break the cuffs on your wrists they put back on you and snap into the house. 

There was blood everywhere around you, walls and doors dripping with bright red splatters. It looked like a damn horror show before you. Dean snapped. He finally fell off the edge and it wasn’t even your fault. You turned your head to see Dean stab his knife deep into one of the pervs chest. There was one guy left begging Dean for his life as a sauntered towards him with the blank stare of death in his eyes.  

“That’s enough Dean!” You screamed only for him to plunge his blade into the last man standing in fear. 

You had tried to stop him, pulling his arm to release the blade when he turned in plunged it deep into your chest.

 “Dean,” you choked out as the wind got knocked out of you, pushing you up against the wall with the blade deep inside of you. Your anger rose as you pushed him back with all your might, knocking him into reality. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what he did. He pulled the knife out before backing up from his spot. 

“Y/N, I-“ Dean dropped down to his knees, dropping the knife to his side. You shook your head as you watched the mark on your chest now healing itself.

“Dammit Dean. What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t...I don’t know.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” You yelled as you looked to his confused, guilt ridden stare. 

You knelt down next to him, putting your hand below his chin to lift his face to yours.

“Dean, this isn’t you. It’s the mark. You have to be stronger than it, or you're going to tear yourself apart,” you found yourself pleading. 

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can. You will keep fighting, because that’s what you do. You always keep fighting.” The words that fell off your tongue gave you a shiver. What was that? Hope? Compassion. Why did you care that he was falling apart? You wanted him to. 

“Dean!” Sam called out as he stopped suddenly from his sprint into the room to see the massacre that he was moments too late for. Cas and Claire followed, her screams echoing the room. Cas held her close and looked at you and Dean, frightened at the sight. Sam dropped his knees in front of Dean, which made you move yourself out of the way. This was not the time for you to say anything. He held his brother's face in his hands. Begging for an answer. 

“Tell me you had no choice. Tell me you had to do this,” he begged.

Cas glanced around as he backed away with Claire outside, trying his best to console her and get her away from the nightmare.  He looked back to meet your eyes, as you sat there quietly and moved the knife away from Dean’s reach. Sam‘s gaze shifted to you. You could tell by his questioning eyes that he was unsure of if it was Dean or you that had painted the room with their  blood. You saw the light of hope diming out of his eyes that it was not Dean as he failed to answer his questions. You shook your head to him and turned back to Dean, his eyes blank, trying to find the words to explain. 

“Come on Dean,” you moved his face to yours. “We got to go. Now.”

“I-I” 

“Now,” you looked over to Sam that moved from his spot to help pick Dean up from the ground. Sam stared at you while he flung Dean’s arm over him and carried him out. You stood amongst the chaos and felt a tear roll down your face. It had surprised you for a second as you wiped it away. This...this was not supposed to happen. This felt wrong. You shook your head and took in a deep breath as you closed your eyes. Moving your hand up you focused on the room; the bodies and the blood. You snapped your eyes open and flicked your wrist to watch as the crime scene turned to ash before all disappearing into nothing. Back to a dump that no one would ever care about. Back to normal. You let out a deep breath, and turned on your heels, going back out to the mess that you knew no amount of power was ever going to fix and for once, it pained you. 

You walked out to the three men there staring at you. Dean was sitting in the backseat of baby with the door open, still zoned out and covered with blood, cowering his head down in between his knees. 

You looked over to Cas’ car, Claire sitting inside still in shock and crying her heart out. Poor girl. Those guys deserved it, but that didn’t mean that she had to see it. 

“I need to take Claire somewhere,” Cas spoke up.

Sam nodded in response, glancing down to Dean.

“Will you-“ Cas paused, looking to Dean as well as he continued to speak to Sam. “Will you be alright.”

“I have it from here Cas,” Sam quietly responded. “I’ll call.”

Cas nodded to Sam as he moved from his spot, but not before glaring at you, hard. You rolled your eyes, trying to act like it didn’t bother you. You knew that look though. It was blame. He was blaming you for Dean going off the deep end. Any other time and you’d gladly take it as a compliment, but this? This was unprompted. Everything that just occurred was because of one thing: the mark. Your eyes glanced at it lingering on Dean’s arm. You had seen the terror that it caused when he was a demon, but now as a human? This was worse and it was not going to get better anytime soon. 

Sam and you watched as Cas drove off with Claire. The silence of the night was suffocating. You reached down to the ground by Sam and picked up the broken cuffs.

“Here’s your cuffs back Sam,” you said while tossing them to him to catch. “Not very strong.”

“How did you get out?” He looked at them and then to you, confused at how it was even possible.

“Nothing can really hold me down for long,” you gave him a little smile. “I mean, A+ for effort, but if I really wanted to get out, that would have happened days ago.”

“You didn’t though,” Dean spoke up and looked at you with solemn eyes. “You tried to stop me and I-.”

“Maybe now you can trust me when I say I’m here to help,” you quipped back, trying to break up the chick moment . “ Now let’s go get a beer and some food. I’m starving”

——- 

Dean sat quietly in the front seat as Sam drove. His head felt like it was on fire and fogged by smoke. The images all flashed in front of him every time he tried to close his eyes. The blood. The screams. The hunger for the thrill of more. He adjusted himself in the seat, knowing that rest was not going to come easy. 

“Dean, I-“

“Drop it Sam,” Dean let out, rolling down the window to feel the fresh air hitting him. He glanced to the side mirror, seeing the wind whip Y/N’s hair as she sat there quietly looking out the window as well. For a brief moment her eyes caught his in the mirror staring at her. She didn’t make a face or anything, but rather gave him a sweet reassuring smile.

“We should be back by morning,” Sam stated. “We will figure this out Dean.”

“Yeah, sure,” Dean rolled his eyes before glancing at the mirror again. She was still looking at him through it, steady with a softness to her face. God she was beautiful when she wasn’t such a manipulative bitch. This though? The girl who ran to his rescue and tried to stop him from falling over the edge, that was Y/N. The real one. Sam might be right. Maybe she was still in there, hidden deep down below all the anger and hate. 

“He doesn’t understand what it’s like,” he heard her voice in his head as he watched her glance over to Sam. “He’s not like us; stuck between worlds of the living and monsters.”

Dean didn’t argue but attempted to close his eyes once more. The flash of her face as he drove the knife into her chest went before him. He could feel the pure joy that he had felt in that instance, right before the sickening grief that he had hurt her yet again. Yeah, sleep wasn’t happening. 

“Hey Sam,” Y/N spoke up as she leaned herself to the front. “I don’t want to be the party pooper here and all, but I suggest we get off the road for a bit.”

“Why?” Sam turned to give her a glare.

“Say some 3rd shift rookie decides to pull us over for whatever reason and sees what we look like. Do you want to explain that one? I mean Dean is covered in blood and bruises, you have some on your shirt and so do I. Next thing you know we will be spending the night in lock up while they investigate, trying to pull a great escape.”

Sam let out a deep breath that was loud enough to make Dean glance over. Why was Y/N so geared to stop? She was right; anyone that saw them would immediately lock them up and throw away the key just on suspicion. For sure when they ran the prints and realized that all of you had records, warrants, and amazing recoveries from being dead. But since when did she care about that? Not like she couldn’t just snap herself away if she wanted to. Hell she’d probably enjoy watching Sam and him being locked up.

“Next town is 10 miles. We will stop there,” Sam gave in. 

After driving for what seemed like forever Sam pulled into a small motel. He was the least suspicious and Dean trusted him more than Y/N, so he went inside to check in. 

“Hey Sam,” Y/N spoke up. “I can hear your stomachs both growling. Why don’t you go and grab something to eat?”

Dean had noticed that Sam gave her a look like he wanted to tell her no, but she placed her hand gingerly in his arm making him stop from saying it. Dean felt like he was staring at what looked like an awkward prom date rather than his brother and ex, now demon. He turned his head and went inside, trying to ignore that it bothered him the slightest. 

“We will be fine Sam,” She sighed. “He will be fine.”

Y/N walked in slowly, shutting the door behind her. Dean flopped himself down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“You shouldn’t lie to Sam,” he spoke up, not looking at her. “You and I know damn well I am not fine and will not be anytime soon.”

“It’s because you're doing this all wrong Dean,” she spoke up, leaning herself against the dresser by the bed. 

Dean sat up to look at her and watched as she peeled off her jacket, revealing the blood stained shirt underneath with a knife hole right in the front. She caught him staring and looked down to pick at it with her finger. 

“You owe me a new shirt,” she chuckled before turning to serious. “But I’m glad it was me and not anyone else.”

“Not Sam you mean,” Dean tossed his legs off to the side. “What is going on between the two of you anyways?”

She cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brows to him like she didn’t understand. She did though, Dean could tell. Her poker face was horrible. 

“The way he listens to you and trusts you,” Dean continued. “Tell the truth. Did you do a spell on him? Because I really don’t buy into my brother being that stupid to trust you. I’d like to think that someone who went to Stanford has a little more common sense than that.”

“No Dean,” she shook her head. “I didn’t put a spell on him to trust me.”

“So what is it then? Because I really don’t want to have to worry about Sam going crazy right now with everything over whatever bullshit you have cooked up.”

“It’s you dumbass,” she let out a quick breathy laugh. “Dean, both of us are concerned about you, and after tonight I think there’s definite proof to be. You didn’t exactly play nice there.”

Dean moved his eyes to the floor as he felt his hands start to shake. They were so stained with blood that he feared that no amount of penance would ever wash it away. 

“Look, besides Crowley I’ve spent the most time with the other you. Darkside Dean. I know I tease a bit, but he’s a dick and I’d like to keep him away as long as possible,” he looked up to her crossing her arms across her stomach. “Sam is human. He can’t step in like I can. He definitely can’t take a random stab or gunshot to the chest and walk away, unless there’s something I’m missing. But I know what will happen the day that no one can stand in your way and it won’t be pretty. It’s going to be a fucking nightmare bigger than what just happened. Epic bloodshed. Cas might be able to help a little; but he’s weak and conflicted with believing that you can be saved. So  I’m here to help. Help you control it, at least until we figure this out.”

“How do you expect to control the monster?” Dean looked up to her, feeling the tears in his eyes. “Look what I did to you.”

“And because of that, I’m probably the only one that knows what it’s like. To feel that anger, that hatred. The longing for a kill. I know I can’t say that I’m perfect, although I’m pretty damn awesome,” she smirked at him, making him let out a low chuckle. “But I’ve figured out how to channel it.”

“You have it all figured out,” he snidely laughed. “That’s rich.”

“You’re still alive aren’t you? After you’ve stabbed me multiple times I may add. I’ve learned to focus on the bigger picture.”

“And what’s that?”

“Life, Dean. Living free and not being afraid anymore,” she let out a sigh. “I know that you don’t trust me. Probably won’t ever, and I can’t say I blame you, but I’m not going anywhere. You can’t hurt me Dean. Not anymore. Now it’s my turn to stop you from hurting yourself.”

“And how do you suggest that will happen?”

“Well first off, you need a shower,” she smirked. “Ya stink bad and the feeling of all of that blood on your skin is holding in that guilt and shame. You need to wash it away. Clean yourself up to a fresh view. Yeah you got a bit carried away back there, but you and I both know that those guys deserved it. They were going to hurt Claire or someone else if they weren’t stopped. So in the long run, you probably just saved a bunch of people.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Dean shook his head. “I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to stop. It wasn’t until I saw the look on your face did I realize what I did…”

“It gets easier Dean,” she assured him. “When you feel that itch, I can help you scratch it. Safely. I know it goes against your moral code, but saving people is what you do right? That’s the family motto. I can help you so that no innocent gets hurt anymore.”

“Yeah, cause Sam will just turn his eyes away from that.”

“Sam doesn’t need to know,” she replied softly. “Unfortunately, he will try his best to stop you at every chance. He does have that infamous Winchester hero complex after all. That’s kind of what led us here in the first place. You, human, struggling with the mark and me, a badass demon. But he doesn’t get what you’re going through. I do. If anything, trust that.”

“I can’t hurt anyone else,” Dean shook his head. “I won’t do that.”

“Then we will figure out some other way,” she moved to him and sat down by his side. “Hell, I don’t care if you need to stab me a 1000 times to stop the yearning. You have to keep buying me new clothes however because the random stab wound look  was so last summer.”

“It felt good,” he scrunched his brows. “Hurting you. I don’t know why. Those guys, there could have been a hundred of them in there but I felt nothing but rage. It wasn’t until I stabbed you that I felt something different… something calm.”

“Good to know,” she breathed out as she looked away briefly in a pause as if she was attempting to not speak whatever was on her mind. She knew why. How could she? “We can work through this, but you can’t keep denying it’s hunger when it happens. It’s going to eat you alive .”

Dean let out a deep breath, thinking of what she was saying. Could it work? Could he really figure out a way to control it? Did she really care? With everything he had done and the fact that she was now free, why didn’t she just put him out of his misery now? It’d be easier in the long run to shut down all his emotions again. Howling at the moon without a damn care. But he did care and apparently so did she. Everything she was saying seemed so genuine, but could he really trust her?

“And Sam doesn’t have to know,” he found himself asking.

“It’ll be our little secret.”

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There’s no place like home- Part 20 Sneak Peak

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There’s no place like home- part 19

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place in the midst of episode 21. Flashbacks are italicized.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Sooo much Fluff.... some implied sexy time (nudity & kissing). Death. Blood. Self harm (I guess cutting yourself for a blood spell would be?)

A/N:Second to last chapter. I’m finally ready to say goodbye to it. Things have unraveled more and more, so I hope you’ve been paying attention. I wrote this while watching episode 21 at least 6 times. Reworking it had to happen, but I think I did the original script justice. Let me know what you think!

 Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy! 

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”Slow down Andretti, ” you heard Dean chuckle out. ”There’s a clearing up on the left.”

You took your foot slowly off the gas as you stuck out your tongue to him. You turned your head back and saw the clearing, braking to turn into it carefully.

“And here we are.”

”Middle of the woods?” you looked around from over the wheel. ”Now's the time you plan to kill me huh?”

”I mean, our first night together we did dump a body in the woods, ” he smirked.

You almost spoke up about that not being the first time but stopped yourself. You were unsure if Dean even remembered the night he had been your protector all those years ago or if a certain someone happened to have taken those memories away from him too. Better to leave it alone; keep the good memories...well, mostly good.

“Come on, ” he said with the creak of the opening door.

You followed his lead, walking up to him holding out his hand for yours. It was dark, but the night sky made it easy enough to see with the millions of stars above. After a few minutes he led you to a small pond, the moon shimmering in it's ripples.

” It's beautiful here, ” you smiled over to him.

”Thought you'd like it, ” he smiled back, his light glowing brightly with the moon. “It's no pool, but I'll have you know that this is private property, so we shouldn't be here.”

”Taking a risk there Winchester?”

”Yeah well someone told me I should. And then they called me an old man, ” the side of his lip curling up.

”You are, ” you giggled back as you dropped your hand from his and walked towards it, discarding clothing as you drew closer to the edge.

”What are you doing?” you could hear the laugh in his voice.

”Living Dean. You should try it, ” you said as you looked over your shoulder to him as you shimmied off your underpants. “Come on. Old man.”

“I’m the same age as you smart ass!”

The water was chilly, but not much. With the warm summer air, it was refreshing. Could have made do without all the random fish and gunk surrounding your feet, but the sight of Dean standing there on the edge with a smile was all you needed.

”Not going to join?” You called out.

”I like the sight from here, ” he replied.

”It's better up close, ” you teased while splashing the water around you.

You watched him as he undressed, his eyes never really leaving yours but for a moment to look around before his boxers came off. He walked in slowly, making faces as the water continued to reach higher up his thighs.

”Just jump right in!”

He rolled his eyes comically before diving headfirst into the almost still water, causing a huge splash. You watched and waited for him to surface, but it was taking a long time. Too long.

”Dean?” you called out, as you circled around. ”Dean!”

”Right here Doc, ” his voice stated behind you, making you turn around swiftly.

”You worried me there, ” you sighed in relief.

”I’m a really good swimmer, ” he smirked back. ”This is the first time in a long time that I've gotten to do this without clothes though.”

”Oh really?”

”Yes really, ” he moved in closer to you, making waves with his hands. ”It's a little freeing. Normally I'm pushed in by a really hot chick, one that I can't stop thinking about kissing.”

”Sounds like a real bitch, ” you smirked, remembering the night at the hotel pool, how you pushed him in because you didn't want him to kiss you. A plan that failed miserably later.

”She can be.” he gave a shrug. ”Ah, but when she smiles the whole world stops and I can't believe that a smile like that is for a grunt like me.”

”Maybe it's not, ” you teased as you pushed yourself to be almost flesh with him. Looking up to him, you began to rub your hand down his arm. ”Maybe it's because she can't believe that she's so lucky to have such an amazing man want to see her smile.”

Dean leaned his head into yours, kissing your lips gently. You pulled away with a smile planted on your face. Everything about this moment was perfect. You could almost forget everything that was waiting for you back at the bunker.

”Dean?”

”Yeah?”

”What if things go wrong? What if- if it doesn't work or you don't come back?”

” Let's not think about that, ” he started as he leaned into you again, leaving light kisses along your neck to your ear.

”Hard not to think about it, ” you pulled away again. ”Can we be serious for a moment?”

”Fate wanted us together right?” he sighed, earning a nod from you. ”So it will work. I'll be back, safe, and sound. Can't run from fate.”

”I wish I was as hopeful as you, ” you sighed out. ”I'm just worried, that's all. And this- this almost seems like you're saying goodbye.”

”I can't hide anything from you huh?” he chuckled softly. ”I won't lie. I'm worried too. I wanted to make what could be the last night together special.”

”Dean-, ” you softly spoke.

”Hey, I don't want any boohoo moments, ” he cut you off. ”I know the risks but I know what the prize is too. My family, everyone including you, all together again.”

You looked up to his eyes with the moon gleaming in them. Those damn eyes. So full of hope, courage, and bravery. You envied him at that moment. This was a first for you; the feeling of powerlessness. Just what you had been afraid of in getting too close to someone, but he was right. Everything was worth it because you wouldn't trade the way he looked at you for the world.

You leaned into him and laid your lips on his. His own welcoming you as his arms wrapped around your body. The two of you became one in the water as the ripples of your movement steadily caught in the night sky. A moment, you were never going to forget.

”I love you Y/N, ” he managed to breathe out.

You moved and looked up to him, waiting for you to say it in return.

”I love you too Dean.”

The two of you made it back towards your discarded clothing along the ground. Taking your time to dry a little, you got them back on, hoping that the night could go on forever.

”We should get back, ” Dean stated as he pulled his shirt down over his head.

”Not yet, ” you replied as you placed your warm hoodie back on. ”How about something to eat? I'm starving.”

”A woman after my own heart.”

At such a late time of night, the only thing that was open was fast food. But that was alright. You'd eat gruel if it meant a few more minutes before you had to go back. A few more minutes to forget what awaited the two of you.

Sitting in the car with the radio playing and tearing into your burger your mind kept going back to all your worries. You didn’t want to ruin the moment of peace, but you knew your mind would not stop until you had some sort of answers. Anything to make you feel some relief that he was not walking to his doom.

”What's it like over there?”

”Where?” Dean replied with his mouth full.

”You know where, ” you chuckled as you dropped down your burger. ”How bad is it?”

He reached over to take a sip of his pop from the straw. Either you clear his throat from the half a cow he just demolished or to give him a second to ignore your question. His light started to shift, so you guessed the latter.

”So?”

”It's bad. Real bad. Unicorns that fart glitter and fairies as beautiful as the sun. Its random orgies bad, ” he smirked.

”Be serious, ” you rolled your eyes.

” It's dead, ” he sighed out after a pregnant pause. ”Everything. It's like a wasteland of nothing. Nothing but angels and monsters preying on the few humans left fighting.”

”What if-” you let out a deep breath. ”What if you can't find them?”

”Then I'll come back and keep trying.”

”And Michael?”

”What about him?”

”You're his true vessel. What if he sees you and won't let you go until you say yes?”

”I would never do that, ” he reassured you. ”I have too much waiting for me here.”

”You have done that though, ” you replied. ”I read the books. You did try to say yes, but Adam had already taken your place.”

”That was for Sammy, ” he shook his head. ”That was different.”

”It could- it could happen again.”

”Are you having some sort of premonition or something? What's with the doomsday worries?”

”Death, ” you sighed out. ”She's been warning me about you. About being near you. She even offered to show me my death.”

”And?”

”And I didn't want to know, ” you replied. ”But I have a bad feeling Dean.”

”Hey, stop it, ” he smiled sweetly. ”Aren't you supposed to be the level headed one? Come on Doc. I've survived worse.”

”Just being a realist, ” you turned your head away from him.

”I know. That's what I love about you. But seriously, you freaking out has me scared.”

”Sorry, ” you mumbled under your breath.

”I don't know how long it will take, but I’ll be back. With everyone, if they'll come. Mom, Jack, Charlie, and Bobby.”

”Bobby?” your head snapped towards him. ”Not…?”

”He’s not our Bobby, your dad. But yeah, there’s one from that world and I gotta say, he's just like him. Stubborn and one hell of a fighter.”

”Do you think, ” you paused for a moment. ”Do you think that there is another me? His daughter?”

”Didn't get a chance to ask, ” he replied. ”Even if there was, I doubt that she’d be anything like you. There's no one like you and I'm not even talking about the whole magical gifts stuff. You're one of a kind.”

”I love how you get all sappy there Dean, ” you giggled a bit.

”I'm just a regular Cassanova, ” he smirked.

“For better or worse, this is happening though.”

“Yup.”

“Then what? What do we do? I mean Lucifer will be tied up with us, it won’t hold him forever.”

“True.”

“And Jack. I know you said that you trust the kid, but what if...what if he does go rogue? Turns out like his dad?”

“We’ll take care of it Y/N,” he promised. “I’ll take care of it. Whatever means necessary.”

“I hate all these unknowns,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m so used to having everything all played out. Not worrying about anything really. Things are different now. I’m not alone in it, and it’s scary.”

“Do you trust me?”

You rolled your eyes over to him, giggling a little at his statement while thinking of the cartoon Aladdin saying the same thing when he was lying off his ass to Jasmine. You hoped to god that Dean wasn’t though.

“I do.”

“Good,” he gave a firm nod before smiling. “Because once this is all over. I’m taking you out on a real date.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, dinner, movie. Whatever you want.”

“Sounds boring,” you playfully smiled.

“Okay then,” chuckled a bit. “Road trip. Find a haunted bourse or something and hunt down a ghost.”

“That does sound fun,” you laughed.

“That’s my girl.”

________

Sam tossed and turned in his bed the whole night. His attempt to sleep was becoming futile. All he could think about was Lucifer, standing there with a grim smile taunting him.

How the hell was he going to face him? He wanted him dead, but he needed him. A sickness rose up his throat to that realization. He needed Lucifer; his tormentor.

Sam walked out to the library, Rowena sitting all alone with her nose stuck in one of the spellbooks.

”Can't sleep there Samuel?” she looked up to him. ”I can give you something for that.”

”No thanks, ” he shook his head. He couldn't risk taking something that would distract him from what was to happen next. ”Where’s-”

”They are in the kitchen, ” she interjected. ”Having some sort of family meeting.”

Sam walked towards the kitchen, the pit in his stomach not going away.

”Your plan was ludicrous, ” Cas was stating to Gabriel. ”How could you do that to her?”

”And do what else? Hmm Cassie? Let her be used as Michael or Lucifer’s plaything? No thanks, ” Gabriel stopped himself as soon as he saw Sam enter. ”Hey there slugger. Couldn't sleep?”

”No, ” Sam replied sharply. ”Are you talking about Y/N?”

”No.”

”Yes, ” Cas darted his eyes to Gabriel.

”Fine, yes, ” he rolled his eyes. ”Cas doesn't like that I kept her a secret.”

”We could have used her to get rid of Lucifer once and for all!” Cas glared hard at his older brother. ”This could have ended years ago.”

”Cas, ” Sam breathed out with a disappointed sigh. ”How could you think of using Y/N like that? Giving her up to Michael?”

”Not Michael, him, ” Cas glared at Gabriel. ”He could have trained her properly and stopped them both.”

”I'm a lover, not a fight there Cassidy, ” Gabriel smirked. ”Plus, I'm not her type. It was the Winchester’s that she was destined for, not the archangels. No matter which way you look at it, she belongs next to one of them.”

”Where is Y/N and Dean anyway, ” Sam spoke up, looking around the room. He felt uncomfortable that there was a discussion of Y/N’s destiny without her present.

”She left with Dean.”

”Probably getting in their last chance of nookie before all hell comes home, ” Gabriel stated nonchalantly. ”Not a bad idea if I do say myself. Maybe that is what you need, Cas. You need to be laid.”

”I do not require coitus, ” Cas glared.

”Don't knock it until you try it, little brother, ” Gabriel smirked. ”After this is done, maybe we should take a trip somewhere warm. I know a bunch of friendly porn stars.”

”Sam?” Sam turned his head to Dean with Y/N draped under his arm. ”Everything good here?”

”Yes, ” he lied, trying to avoid Y/N’s glare.

”Liar, ” she spoke up. ”What now?”

”Old Cassie wants you to take down Lucifer, ” Gabriel chimed in.

Cas’ eyes widened to Y/N, almost like he feared what her response would be.

”You think I could Gabe?” she asked, almost like she had been wondering the same.

”Possible, ” he shrugged. ”You pack one hell of a punch there kid. You've gotten me a few times.As long as he isn't joyriding Sam, it could happen.”

”Joyriding Sam?” she glanced over to Sam, the bile was rising in his throat again.

”Winchesters are your weakness my dear, ” Gabriel gave her a funny look. ”I thought you would have figured that out by now?”

Everyone’s eyes shifted around the room. Sam watched Y/N stood there in confusion. Gabriel let out an audible sigh as he reached over for a kitchen knife.

”Let me see your hand, ” he motioned to her.

”You're crazy, ” Dean barked, moving in front of her. ”You're not hurting her.”

”Relax Romeo. I'm just showing you why I've kept Y/N away. Why during the big battle royale, she couldn't be anywhere near. Not without dying at least.”

Sam watched as she placed her hand gingerly on Dean’s back to move him out of the way. She held up her hand as Gabriel took it in his. With a brief hesitation, he slid the blade across her palm nickingit just enough for blood to slowly drip from the wound.

”What’s that going to prove?” Dean growled.

”Give it a second.”

Everyone watched as the cut closed itself off. Within seconds it was perfectly healed with no trace that it had been there.

”Deeper ones tend to leave scars, ” Gabriel confessed. ”She is human after all.”

”So she can heal quickly? What's the point?” Dean snarked.

”Your turn big boy, ” Gabriel handed him the knife. ”Don't cut too deep. Do the same as I did.”

Dean took it from him with hesitation. Sam watched as he hovered the knife over Y/N’s palm. She looked as though her breath had stopped until it glided over her hand. There was blood, slowly trickling, not stopping. Over a minute had passed and no change.

”Cas, ” Gabe bumped into his arm. ”Heal her would you?”

Cas didn't hesitate to use his grace to heal her wound. Sam along with everyone's eyes turned toward Gabriel.

”Sam can try too, but I think I've made my point. You can heal from almost any type of wound, human and otherwise pretty rapidly. If Michael or Lucifer were to be in their true vessels, you would have been dead, kid, ” Gabriel looked to Y/N. ”But I think you already knew that.”

”I didn't know how bad it was, ” she wiped the blood off with a towel. ”I just knew things were different.”

”So the other day when we fought…” Dean started with a look of guilt.

”It hurt like a bitch, ” she smiled. ”But that wasn't the first time I suspected something.”

”Rough sex?” Gabe wiggled his eyebrows causing Y/N to give him a hard look before sheepishly shifting her eyes to Dean.

”I-I didn't know I had hurt you, ” He quietly admitted in a whisper that only you could hear.

”It's fine, ” she smiled at him, laying a hand on his shoulder. ”Now we know why, which is great news.”

”How is any of this great news?” Cas raised his brow.

”Because as long as Sam doesn't go crazy and say yes, then I'm safe. I can hold back Lucifer until we are done with him, ” she looked over to Sam who was gazing at the ground. ”And then, we will kill him. Make him pay for the damage he has caused. Once and for all.”

____

“Has Rowena and Gabriel tracked him yet?” You asked Dean who was busy packing his bag filled with various weapons for the trip.

“I guess so,” he stated while holding a darkened glass bottle.

“Holy water?”

“Holy oil,” he responded. “Arch angels hate it.”

“Good to know.”

“Just have to be prepared for anything,” he sighed as he put it in the bag. “We don’t know what is happening over there right now.”

“Well you should take this too,” you lifted an angel blade up. “Just in case.”

“Yeah,” he nodded as he grabbed it from you.

You watched as his light shifted more and more as the time went by. Anger? Fear? Doubt? It was all so hard to tell.

“You alright there?”

“I’m fine,” he smiled back a tight lipped smile. “I just want to get this over with.

“Well let’s go see what they’re doing,” you held out your hand to his.

He placed his own hand in yours as the two of you walked out. Sam and Cas were just outside the hall talking to one another.

“You ready?” Sam looked to Dean.

“Are you ready?” Dean lifted his brows to Sam with caution in his voice.

At that moment you heard a muffled sound, coming from the library. It sounded like someone was dying. You had asked what that was, to which no one knew an answer. The four of you walked out to the library only to see Gabriel and Rowena in a position no one should ever see.

“I’m going to be sick,” you grimaced.

“Hey, so, um yeah. You ready?” Gabriel smiled as he put on his pants.

“Seriously?” You snarked. “You couldn’t wait or go to the bedroom?”

“All of you were taking so long,” he tried to justify his actions. “Plus, you can't stop this kitten.”

“Gross.”

“Let’s go,” Dean commanded as he rolled his eyes.

“Hey,” you placed your hand on his chest. “Be safe okay?”

He leaned in to give you a warm, soft kiss. As he pulled away he told you that they would be right back. You knew they would, but the shutter of doom still rolled off your body because you knew who they’d be back with.

____

“Okay, so the plan one more time- Sam. Hey, Sam.”

Sam shook himself out of his thoughts as he looked over to Dean giving him a furrowed look.

“You good?“

“Yeah,” he lied. His stomach was in knots. He wanted to vomit everywhere just thinking of what was happening next.

As his brother continued on with the plan, he kept his head nodding in agreement to it. What choice did he have? This was it. No options. He just kept hoping that Y/N was right that at the end of it, someway, somehow, Lucifer was going to be gone once and for all.

_____

You did your best to set up everything that was needed as you waited for them. Laying out all the ingredients Rowena had instructed in a meticulous order, you looked back at it with a smile. If you couldn’t go with them to the dark unknown, this was at least you could do.

You heard your phone chime with a message. Pulling it out of your pocket you sat down as the message laid across the screen.

haven’t seen you in the office lately. Hope your boy toy isn’t doing anything stupid. ~Nat.

You rolled your eyes to her message. The IT demon who apparently wanted, or more expected you to check in. Your fingers glided across the screen, sending your message back.

Busy with lecture prep. Figured it would be better for everyone if I just did it at home.

Only a moment after clicking send, another chime arrived. You breathed out deep as you looked at your phone again.

Lebanon is home now I see. Don’t forget your deal.

I haven’t.

You dropped your phone down to the table as you decided that maybe you could do more prep for your classes. It was busy work, but that was what you needed as your nerves tensed up. They had been gone a while. They should be back soon.

After a couple edits and getting lost going through old YouTube videos you heard your phone chim again. You sighed out in annoyance, thinking that she wasn’t just leaving you alone, but your heart stopped as you saw the message.

We have him. Is everything ready? ~ Sam

All set.

We will be there in 10. ~Sam

For a moment you had forgotten to breathe. You had to remind yourself to exhale and inhale again. This was it. They were going to go over there for sure.

A little after 10 minutes you watched as Dean and Sam dragged a blonde man in. He had Piercing blue eyes that penetrated your soul, his light was as bright as Gabriel’s, but yet filled with so much darkness.

“Lucifer,” the words escaped your lips in a whisper.

“Ready?” Dean asked Rowena as she quickly put together the ingredients of the spell.

“Almost,” she stated.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t even make yourself move. His mouth was gagged, but his eyes spoke a million words as he stared at you.

“You good?” You heard Sam ask as he carried his and Dean’s bags into the room from behind you.

“Yeah,” you muttered out, looking at him. He was scared. They all were. Not one glimmer of hope amongst them. This was wrong. Something wrong was going to happen.

“Here,” Sam handed you an angel blade. “You may need this.”

“Thanks,” you responded as you grabbed it.

“It’s ready,” Rowena spoke, her words sounding more like the call of doom than anything.

You watched as they all walked over to the center of the room. Dean slung his back back on his shoulder as Sam fastened his own.

“Hey,” you called out, making them turn to you. “Give them hell and come back alive,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster.

They all nodded to you as they turned back around, Dean giving you a slight smile before. Rowena moved to Lucifer, slicing his throat open with her blade. You watched as his grace trickled down into the gauntlet. With a few words a bright portal opened in front of your eyes. They didn’t hesitate. One by one they all walked through leaving you alone now with not only a witch, but the devil himself.

______

“So why didn’t you say goodbye?” Sam looked over to his brother, awaiting his response as they trudged through the dirt path, on their way to the survivor camp.

“Because it isn’t goodbye Sam,” Dean continued to look forward as he walked. “I’ll see her again soon.”

“You don’t have to act like such a tough guy Dean,” Sam shook his head with a smirk. “It’s alright to like her and act like it.”

“Shut up,” Dean stifled his chuckle. “Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“So how long do you suppose it will be until dark?” Dean turned his head to the sky.

“10, 12 hours by the way the sun looks. That is, if it’s like ours.”

“Here’s to hoping,” Dean fixed the bag on his shoulder again.

“So what do you think mom is going to say?” Sam spoke up again after a few minutes.

“About?”

“About us being here. About Y/N.”

“Well if she says anything but thank you, not going to lie I may be a little salty,” Dean glanced back to Cas and Grabiel talking amongst themselves and turned his head back to the road. “As for Y/N, I hope to god she doesn’t say anything crazy like we’re cousins.”

“We’ve had crazier stuff happen,” Sam chuckled lowly.

“Like what?” Dean gave him a scrunched up face.

“Anything involving a certain someone back there,” Sam motioned with his thumb behind him to Gabriel.

“Still hard to believe that he was behind a lot of this,” Dean gave another quick glance behind him. “Who would have thought, he actually cares about something other than himself.”

“Every day is a new surprise,” Sam shook his head. “That’s just our life, Dean. Never a dull moment. But what we do, we keep going. No stopping. Eventually, it all works out in the end.”

“Well just keep your head in the game there Sammy,” Dean’s gaze looked into the woods along the trail. “We’re in uncharted territory full of spooky shit and angels who are out to murder people just for breathing. Anything can happen and I don’t like surprises.”

_______

For the last three hours you prayed for silence. Lucifer was relentless in humming the muffled version of “it’s a small world.” You tried to just ignore him like your companion. She didn’t seem to mind, but with all that hair on her head, you wondered if she had placed ear plugs in when you weren’t looking.

“Fuck,” you rasped out. “I can’t take this.”

“You never had children did you dearie?” She looked up from her book with a smirk.

“Definitely not,” you glared at her. “How can you stand this?”

“In about an hour's time, I get to slit his throat once more for the spell to make sure it stays open,” she grinned. “That knowledge helps.”

“Well I need a fucking beer or something,” you groaned as you stood up. “Are you alright here for a minute?”

“I’m fine dear.”

You walked out to the kitchen, pulling out a beer from the fridge. After twisting off the cap, you leaned against the counter, lifting it to your mouth to take in a deep sip. It’s only been three hours. How the hell were you going to last more than a day?

You stood in silence, there was an echo in the halls of Lucifer now switching it up to the fucking song from Lamb chop, a kids show that you wished you could forget. The show always played whenever you had to go to see the doctor, only to realize later that it was a psychiatrist that your mother had sent you to for many years. No wonder you grew up interested in it. You spent so many of your years being analyzed, of course you would grow to analyze everyone else. That’s when it hit you. How would he know what the song would do to you? Could he read your thoughts? Fuck.

You walked back out and without thinking smacked him hard against his head.

“Shut up now or I’ll make you,” you warned.

He looked at you, the creases in his eyes turning to satisfaction. He had gotten under your skin. That’s what he wanted. Dammit Dean. Get back now so you could end this jerk.

_____

Dean’s heart was heavy. Sam. How could he have left him behind? How could he have let his brother down like that? Cas tried his best to console him, but it was no use. Sam was dead and there was no saving him.

“It’s not much further,” he heard his companions say.

He felt his feet grow heavy. He didn’t want to continue. He didn’t want to walk on. He was tired and defeated already. Without Sam, he was missing a piece of himself. A piece no one could ever replace. Cas must have seen what it was doing to him as he helped to guide Dean along with his hand on his back.

“We must continue,” he heard Cas speak.

Dean nodded as they walked on. Thinking of what Sam had said to him all those hours ago. ‘It’s what we do, we keep going. No stopping. Eventually, it all works out in the end.’ This was the end alright and Dean felt like he was walking it alone.

_____

“I have to use the loo,” Rowena stated as she stood up carefully from her seat. “Will you be alright?”

You had just arrived back in the room, after your mandatory power nap that was more of a lay awake and smelling Dean’s pillow session. You missed him more than you wanted to admit. Sixteen hours in. A million more to go. At least, that’s what it felt like until he would return. After giving her a nod, you sat down and watched the clock strike minute by minute, hoping that time could speed up.

You glanced over at Lucifer who was in the same position. At least he was kept at bay and the humming had stopped. You rubbed your hands across your face, attempting to wake yourself up more. It didn’t help. You were still stuck in this nightmare.

“I know what you are,” you heard a male voice say in an eerie tone that brought shivers down your spine.

You glanced up to see that Lucifer had managed to ungag himself. He was smirking at you, his eyes shining red for a moment.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t know about you there Y/N,” he commented. “You seem like my type of girl. Made just for me.”

“I said shut it!” You yelled again.

“How does it feel knowing what you are?” He continued. “Knowing what you are meant to become?”

“I swear if you don’t-“

“Shut up?” He raised his brow with his smirk rising. “I don’t think you really want me to. I think you’d rather hear about dear old grandpa and grandma. How were they chosen?”

“I already know dickwad,” you seethed. “Your pet, Abaddon.”

“They had strong blood coursing through them. Direct descendents from Cain himself. Now he knew how to make a deal.”

“Now you’re turning biblical? What’s next? You going to tell me that I’m related to Jesus or some shit?”

“Jesus was a carpenter,” he replied. “You come from a strong line of warriors. Ones that have always benefited my family.”

“Great and your point?” You snarked back.

“You were meant for so much more than playing babysitter. Just look at you. No wonder my brother kept you hidden from me. You're a beautiful creature, capable of tearing down God himself.”

“If I’m that powerful, you should probably try not to piss me off then,” you glared at him hard. “A body holds 1 ½ gallons of blood. I’m sure that’s around the same amount of grace you have in there. Don’t think that I won’t drain you so we can toss you back to the pit where you belong.”

“Is that a promise?” His eyes twinkled as he looked at you.

“You’re trying to distract me,” you realized. “Find out what makes me tick. It’s not going to work. You aren’t going anywhere. And when this is done, I will kill you myself.”

“Why would you want to do that when I can give you what you want?”

“And what do I want?” You sighed out in annoyance.

“You’re family back,” he simply replied.

“I have all the family I need,” you shook your head, your brows scrunching down. “I have Dean, Sam...”

“Your mother?” His words made your heart skip. “I can see what you truly want. Dear old mommy back, along with your father. Both of them. The one you knew and the one you never had a chance to meet. I can bring them all back.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not just some regular Joe angel,” he quipped. “I can do things that you couldn’t even imagine, including bringing back people from the deepest parts of heaven or hell.”

You felt a knot growing in your stomach. Could he really do that? Could he bring them back? How? Gabriel never told you an archangel could do that, but then of course, why would he? What is dead should stay dead. But your mom and your dad, what you wouldn’t give to feel their arms wrapped around you again. And Bobby, the man you never knew. To be able to talk to him, tell him all about yourself and learn who he was truly beyond the stories of everyone’s memory. You started to contemplate what Lucifer was suggesting. No. You couldn’t. It’s not right.

“Is everything alright in here?” Rowena’s voice shook you out of your thoughts.

“Fine”, you replied quickly, standing up at the same time. “I need to go for a run for a bit. Get some things. Will you be alright?”

“Yes,” she stated, looking at Lucifer with suspicion. “It’s about time again for another cut.”

You didn’t bother to respond as you collected your things and made your way to Dean’s room to grab your keys. You needed fresh air. You needed to leave here. It was the only way to get it off of your mind.

Sliding into your car you laid your head back in the seat. Tears followed through your eyes almost in an instance as the door shut. Dammit. This was too much. They were taking too long. Why weren’t they back yet?

You brought your baby to life and pulled out of the garage. The wind whipping through your hair as you drive along, the radio playing a familiar tune. Home. This felt like home again. Away from the chaos and turmoil. The road, your baby, and you. No place like it.

______

“You know without my brother at full strength, your boys won’t stand a chance against Michael.”

Rowena let out an annoyed sigh to Lucifer’s continuous warnings.

“I mean, I’ve been over there. It’s not very pleasant. And Michael, this world's Michael, was nothing compared to that one. He’s ruthless. He makes me look like a Boy Scout.”

Rowena continued to ignore him, but he didn’t give up. She glanced at the clock. It had only been about five minutes since Y/N had left. Poor dear. She had heard what Lucifer was promising her. She knew how much it hurt to lose someone that was a part of you. Only weeks ago she had tried herself to regain her son, a task that had failed miserably.

“But who am I to say what will happen, ya know?” He continued. “It’s not like I’m an expert on killing powerful creatures or anything. Like your son. He went down quick, like a slice of butter.”

“Attempting to bring up my son will do you no good,” she warned. “I’m not afraid of you. I know my death and it’s not by your hand.”

“Oh really?” He smirked. “Let me guess, plague? A little too much eye of newt in your cauldron?”

“Sam Winchester will be the one to end me,” you glared at him. “And you are no Sam Winchester. You only wish that you could be him.”

“You forget,” his smirk widened. “I was him once. He had said yes. And if given the right circumstances, he would say yes again. Your prophecy may be correct, but who’s to say that it will be Sam holding the cards?”

“You keep going on about all the power that you hold, but who was the one that was found lost and cowering away? No one wants you around, not even your son. You speak of my son as though he was weak, but who stood up to you? Hmm? Who stood to protect those he cares about even when he knew he would not win? You talk about power. Family is power. And that, my dear Lucifer is one thing you will never have. No one cares about you or will cry when you are gone.”

Lucifer’s eyes glowed intensely with red. In an instance he had managed to move from his spot and rush his hand across Rowena's throat, threatening her life. In a desperate act of survival she pushed him away, only for him to disappear in the rift.

“Bollocks,” she seethed as she grasped the edge of the table to stabilize herself. She looked over to the gauntlet, it still had grace inside of it. But how much longer would it last? Did she just send them all to their death?

“Bollocks.”

_____

You laid out on the hood of your car. You were in the same spot that Dean had taken you just the night before. You watched the sun go down slowly and the birds hide within the outstretched branches of the trees above you to nestle with their family. Why did it feel so awkward being alone again? This was what you were used to. Just you and your car, taking on the word mile by mile. Now it felt more like you were stranded, unknowing what the next day, hour, or minute might bring.

You picked up your phone, to check if there had been some sort of message sent. With a bare screen, you checked to see if you had reception. Full bars and not one new notification to be found. Was this going to be the rest of your life? Waiting around for someone to tell you that everything was okay? You sat it down besides you and rested your head down on the windshield with your arm hooked behind your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, at least you got to watch the sunset one more time.

______

“We got to get out of here, now,” Dean growled as he darted his eyes to Lucifer standing in the distance. “Without him.”

“Dean,” Mary places her hand on his chest to soothe him. “He saved Sam and Michael is out there. We need him.”

“Mom’s right,” Sam breathed out heavy. “We can't piss him off now. We have to keep moving, but if Michael shows up, we are all dead.”

Dean growled lowly to the thought of Lucifer joining them. He had saved Sam, yes. But at what cost? What did he want?

“We will take care of him later Dean,” Sam whispered so only the three of them could hear. “Just like our plan. Y/N can help.”

“Y/N?” Mary’s brows squished together.

“Y/M/N’s daughter, mom,” Sam informed her. “She found us.”

“Y/M/N? Is she with her?” Her voice broke as she spoke.

“I’m sorry mom,” Dean shook his head. “She died while you’ve been here. Y/N, well, Y/N was looking for her father, Bobby.”

“Bobby Singer?” Mary asked softly.

“You knew?” Dean furrowed his eyes.

“We knew him growing up, but I didn’t know that was her father,” Mary sighed. “Y/M/N would never tell me who it was, just that it was something she had to keep a secret.”

“Why? Why keep her a secret? Especially from Bobby?”

“Because of her past and well…,” Mary’s eyes gazed over towards the alternate reality Bobby as she spoke. “Because Bobby, our Bobby had it bad as a kid. He swore he would never have any.”

“Yeah well he got a bouncing baby badass,” Dean let out a breathy chuckle.

“What do you mean?” Mary looked up to Dean.

“The family curse,” he glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Y/N got it. She’s amazing, mom. She…”

“You love her don’t you?” Mary smirked.

“That’s to say the least,” Sam smiled and playfully shoved at his brother.

“Yeah, well let’s get moving,” Dean cleared his throat. “I’d like to get back to her. I don’t believe for one second Lucifer didn’t harm her. There was no way he got over here without a fight.”

“So what’s the plan?” Dean heard Cas from behind him, Jack in toe.

“Get the hell out of this world and go see my girl,” Dean stated as calmly as he could. Was Y/N alright? Did Lucifer tell the truth by saying that she was alright? Couldn’t be. If she wasn’t hurt, knowing her, she’d be right behind him trying to stop him. The thought made his stomach sick. Y/N alone in the apocalypse world, fighting against the evil that lurked. And Michael. If Michael found her he’d lose her for sure. No, they had to get moving. Time was running out.

“Hey Bobby, what can you tell me about that bus?”

______

“Rowena, I’m back, ” you shouted as you entered the library only to discover she was alone and panicking. ”What the hell?”

”He escaped, I tried to stop him-”

”The rift, it's going to close!” you shouted back as you ran to it. ”Dean, Sam. I have to go find them.”

”I need your help.”

”How?” you breathed out. ”What can I do.”

”Your blood seems to keep it moving, but not for long, ” your eyes furrowed to her. You caught a glimpse of the empty vial next to her. ”I need more.”

Without hesitation you grabbed at a knife besides her and cut your wrist open sideways, dripping it inside the gauntlet. The rift grew brighter.

”Where is he?” your voice trembled, fearing the worst.

”In there, ” her eyes moved to the rift. ”With them.”

”I have to warn them!” you went to move towards it but her shout stopped you in your tracks.

”Stop! They can't come back without you being here! I need you here to keep it open.”

”But Lucifer-”

”They will be fine. He just wants his son. They'll return, but I need you here, ” she warned you.

”Fuck!” you seethed. ”How long has it been?”

”About two hours.”

”If that rift starts to fade and this doesn't work I am going in, ” you shot her back a hard look.

” Let's pray that doesn't happen.”

_____

“We’re getting close now,” Dean stated to his comrades as his eyes scanned the area.

“Everyone needs to be ready,” Sam informed everyone as he readjusted the knife on his thigh.

“What-“ stammered a girl to his left. “What is on the other side?”

“Our home,” Sam replied with a comforting smile. “Our friend Y/N is there waiting for you. She will protect you. Just listen to her.”

“And him?” Bobby nodded to Lucifer driving the bus.

“Once everyone is through, I will take care of him,” Sam’s eyes stayed on him.

——-

Rowena was continuously reciting her spell as you sliced into your palm, allowing the blood to drip down into the gauntlet. The rift was open, but it was getting weaker.

“Hurry Dean,” you said to yourself before turning to Rowena. “It’s not working! I have to go in.”

“Just wait!” She shouted back before continuing.

The seconds that passed seemed like hours until you watched as a person walked through, and then another. None of them being Dean or Sam. As the people continued crossing over you got up from your seat, frantic to know why they weren’t leading everyone in. It wasn’t until you saw a familiar, yet frightened, face that you knew something had to be going on.

“Mary,” you shouted to her attention. “Where are they?”

“Michael,” she gasped. “He’s there-“

You didn’t even let her finish her sentence before you sliced open your hand deeper for more blood to drop down to then quickly turn to the rift.

“I have to get them,” was all you said before you heard the cries to stop. It was too late though, you already crossed over.

The light, the sun trying to illuminate the grey sky blurred your vision as your feet hit the dead ground below you. There were people continuing to push past you to the rift. You stood tall calling out for Dean.

“Dean!”

“Y/N!” He yelled back as he rushed over to you.

“Get her out of here!” Gabriel yelled back with a look of pure fear. The look in his eyes was not one you had ever seen as the bright light approached him with a menacing grin. Michael.

“Go!” Dean yelled at you again, trying to push you to the rift.

“Not without everyone!” you snapped back, attempting to push your way past him. In the midst of your struggle you saw it; Michael stabbing Gabriel with his blade. The light leaving him forever.

“No!”

“Go!” Dean yelled again, pushing you back into the rift with full force. Your strength was no match at the moment for him. Dean had successfully pushed you back to the bunker amongst all the people running for their lives.

“Dean!” You called out as you scrambled to your feet.

A step away from the rift and you felt someone pulling back on your shoulder to stay. Looking back you saw blue eyes on an aging man’s face, desperately begging you to stay. A face you had only seen in pictures. The face of the man you had so desperately wanted to meet. The reason for all of this.

“Let me go Bobby!”

“No!” He barked as he continued to hold you. “Just wait!”

You listened to him. You don’t know why but you did. Tears flowing down as you watched lights enter one by one. Ketch. Cas. Charlie. You didn’t even realize you stopped breathing until you saw Dean’s light enter.

“Dean!” You pushed through to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, smelling the musk of sweat, dirt, and blood.

“I told you I’d be back,” he responded as he held you closely.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked as you pulled away.

“Handling things,” he said as his eyes hit the rift.

“Dean-“ just at that moment Sam entered. Covered in the same mess as his brother. Beaten, but not defeated. You let go of Dean to wrap your arms around Sam. You didn’t even know what he had just done, but you could tell that a weight was lifted. His darkness was gone.

“We good?” Dean asked.

Sam looked behind him as the rift disappeared in a flash. With a smile he turned back to you and Dean.

“We’re good.”

_____

Dean watched as everyone talked to one another. A mixture of new and old faces of family. They were safe. They were home. He smiled as he watched Charlie and Y/N talk to one another. It appeared as though it did not matter that this Charlie was not theirs, she was still the same person that could make anyone smile with her nerd references that he was sure Y/N probably understood.

Bobby walked to the landing of the stairs, addressing his people that this was not the end of their journey, but a new adventure. When he lifted his glass to thank and welcome Dean and Sam to the family, Dean couldn’t help but smile. Family. He had all that he could ever want right here.

____

“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” Mary spoke behind you, making you turn to her with a smile.

“Mary,” you replied. “Glad to see you too.”

“Dean told me what had happened,” her smile faded and her light changed to sadness. “I’m so sorry.”

“You know, I want to be mad at her,” you replied while thinking of your mother and your life full of lies. “And Gabriel for that matter. But I can’t. Without them, protecting me, who knows what would have happened? I just wish…I wish that I could have met my father. My real one.”

“Well he may not be your real one,” her eyes glanced towards Bobby. “But I can say that they have the same spirit.”

“I don’t even know what to say. I’ve rehearsed it in my mind so many times, but yet, nothing I can think of seems right.”

“Try hello first,” she warmly smiled back. “And although we aren’t blood, I’ve always considered your mother to be my sister. If there is anything I can do, perhaps talk about her life, I will.”

“Thank you Mary,” you softly replied before giving her a hug.

“Your family Y/N,” she whispered. “And perhaps one day, even my daughter.”

You pulled back from her slowly to see her smirk. Dean must have told her everything, including his feelings for you. It was at that moment that you felt something inside of you change. A warmth that felt like you have been put back together. You were whole. What you had been missing, you finally found. Family. Your true family.

_____

The warm water felt amazing on his skin. The droplets easing his stiff muscles, the steam clearing his mind. He was home. Home and safe, with her. He opened his eyes to see her standing across from him, naked with a smile. They didn’t even need to say words as he pulled her close to him, the water hitting both of them as she buried her head into his chest. This was home.

After cleaning each other, Dean and Y/N got dressed and went back out to the library where everyone still gathered eating a feast that was prepared. Smiling faces all chattering filled the once empty halls with life. This is what home feels like.

Y/N went to continue walking in, but Dean stopped her by pulling back on her wrist. She looked at him puzzled, but reluctantly moved back to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just enjoying the moment.”

“Well come on,” she laughed. “Let's join them.”

“Not yet,” he sighed with nervousness. “There’s something I need to do.”

“Which is?” Her brow raised with her question. Dean smiled at her irritation while she patiently waited. That attitude of hers that matched his own.

“Spend forever with you,” he said as he pulled out the silver ring that was once his mothers that he wore for many years for protection. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was proposing.

“Forever?” Her eyes lit up with her words.

“You’re already a Winchester,” he smiled. “How about we make it official?”

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There’s no place like home- part 18

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place after episode 13.19. Flashbacks are italicized.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Fluff. That’s it really...

A/N: I finally decided to dust this one off. This story is wrapping up. Two more chapters left. WE ARE NEARING THE END OF MY VERY FIRST FANFIC STORY!! Bittersweet since this was my baby, but there are always others in the works! Enjoy more twists, turns, and reveals.

Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy!

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Tomorrow was the first day at your new job. Monster University as some would say, well those who knew the truth about it. You decided it was best to get as much shut-eye as you could while waiting and doing everything imaginable to help pass the time. That didn’t work. You laid in bed staring at the walls, waiting for something, anything to happen. God this was boring.

You reached over to your phone and dialed out to a friendly voice. It was just a little after 10 at night, where you knew he was probably up, being a night wolf and all.

“Hey Garth, you up?”

“I was just about to head off to bed for the night,” you could hear the chirpiness in his voice. “What can I help you with?”

“Just checking in on how you and the others are doing,” you lied. “It’s been pretty quiet.”

“We like quiet,” he laughed. “Everything’s been good here.”

“Okay,” you sighed out. “Let me know if anything changes.”

“You don’t sound too good though,” he remarked. “You alright there Y/N?”

“I’m alright,” you lied again. “It’s just been a really weird month.”

“Well I’m a good listener,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Tell me all about it.”

You hesitated at first with what your response would be. He was out of the life as much as he could be. No need to really bring him in, but for once you felt like being the other person on the couch for once, instead of the one listening. He was a doctor after all, although not quite the same. Next thing you knew over an hour had flown by as you explained your mom’s passing, the meeting of the Winchester’s, everything in between, and after. He was a really great listener after all.

“Dean and Sam are great guys Y/N,” he replied. “And Bobby? Well now I know why I liked you from the moment I met you. He was like a mentor for me.”

“Wish I had gotten to know him,” you sighed through the phone, thinking about how many opportunities you had missed.

“Well you did get to talk to him,” Garth spoke up.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember?” Garth sounded surprised.

“No.”

“Tallahassee,” he reminded you. “Remember? Our first case.”

You sat there silent, trying to remember what had happened besides it being the first time you met Garth, which of course had its rocky start.

When you had gotten down to Tallahassee, you had no idea what you were getting into. There was a case, you were sure of it, but what type? You had no idea. Some sort of creature was literally freezing people in the 90+ heat and killing them. An oddity for Florida, although for Florida nothing really surprised you. They kept gators as pets for god sakes. This case however sounded like something more of a Batman villain. Mr. Freeze quest for vengeance.

“Agent Morrison, Homeland security,” you flashed your fake badge to the local cop upon arriving outside the scene of the latest victim.

“Nothing better to do in Homeland security,” he raised his brow.

“That’s classified,” you gave him a hard stare.

“Well go ahead, we already have someone from wildlife protection in there. Hell, send in the National Guard. Ain’t nothing normal about that in there.”

You gave him a furrowed look before you went towards the back of the sheek apartment where you could hear talking. The AC was off, making it feel like a million degrees on this hot summer day. The sweat already running down your back and clinging your blouse onto you. God you wanted shorts and a tank so bad at this moment. You stopped in your tracks the moment you saw it. A woman frozen in a giant cocoon of ice that was not melting.

“Whoa,” you mouth opened agape.

“Yeah, boys,” you saw a skinny guy hitting the statue of ice like he was an authority. “This ain’t melting.”

You cleared your throat as you walked in, heels clicking along the wooden floor boards. You wanted to present with authority, if anything to get the locals out so you could do the real work.

“I’ll take it over from here boys,” you flashed your badge real quick.

Three of the guys in the room moved out, but the skinny one stood still. He stood there with his arms crossed and a cheeky grin, challenging your authority.

“Did you not hear me? I said I got it,” you stated again.

“Kinkos? Or Office Max?” He smiled cockily.

“Excuse me?” You shot him a hard look.

“Hunter?” He nonchalantly asked to which you didn’t reply. He took it as a queue to continue talking. “So vic is Tami Yaguisi. Thirty six years old, single, and no forced entry. Her sister was the last victim last week.”

“Great, now get out,” you nodded your head to the door, not even bothering to look at him.

“Why? It’s a case?” He sounded shocked.

“I don’t work with others. I do this alone.”

“I think there’s plenty of room for two hunters in the house,” he smiled. “Plus I found something the locals missed.”

He held out a box to you. You grabbed it with a roll of your eyes. There was something engraved in the top, but nothing in it. Just a simple wooden box. Probably used for trinkets or weed by the way it smelled.

“It’s in Japanese.”

“I don’t read Japanese,” you sassed as you handed it back to him.

“But I know a guy who does,” he pulled out his phone, took a picture, typed for a second, and then dialed. “Hey boss man, it’s Garth. Yeah, it’s definitely a case. Hold on, I got another hunter here.”

You rolled your eyes as you crouched down to examine the frozen body. Great, now there’s two of them. Her mouth was open like she was screaming in her last few minutes alive. Poor woman. To the side of the ice cocoon, there was a long strand of black hair. It was cold to the touch, like it was made of ice. It looked like a woman’s. Couldn’t have been Tami’s since her’s was dyed blonde. Must have belonged to the monster? But what type has long icy black hair?

“So I just sent you a picture,” Garth stated. “Hold on, I'll put you on speaker phone.”

You rolled your eyes again, trying to investigate any more clues. There wasn’t really much to see, unless you could get the ice to melt. The key word being ‘could.’ It wasn’t even melting a little in this heat. The case was going from probably to definitely quickly.

“It translates to ‘Winter’s Tale and Icy Snow. Forever sealed to save your soul,” the voice on the other end stated. “Sounds like your victim let it out of that box.”

Your mind went towards any Japanese mythological creatures you could think of from your moms books. She’d be the person to call, but she thought you were on vacation enjoying the sunshine. She’d kill you if she knew what you were doing. Maybe it was a Yōkai? But with the ice, it didn’t seem like any ordinary spirit. None you’ve ever come across at least.

“A Yuki-oona?” You said out loud.

“What is that?” Garth looked puzzled.

“Who’s that?” The man’s voice on the phone asked.

“Another hunter,” you simply replied, not wanting to really introduce yourself. No, you worked alone. No attachments. Not since Ash because, well you didn’t care to mourn another fallen friend and not since Charlie, but that was only because you were intrigued at the sight of another female hunter.

“Well you might be up to something there,” the voice stated again. “It’s a Snow Woman. An old Japanese fairy tale. I’ve never heard of one here in the states before.”

“Freezes people and sucks their essence out to live,” you said as you moved through the room. “Any idea how you kill it?”

“Fiery sword to the heart,” the voice replied promptly. At least he seemed to know his shit. “You know your stuff there kid.”

“I read,” you chuckled a little.

“Yeah well finding her and killing her won’t be easy,” the voice continued. “You two better team up. The damn idjit thought it was the abominable snowman.”

The word idjit caught you off guard, but you just smiled at it. It reminded you of your mom. God she was going to kill you if she ever found out you were hunting a Japanese ice princess. They were notorious for being cruel and vicious. You really hated possibly teaming up with anyone, especially in such a dangerous case. Someone was bound to get hurt, and you had your money on the scrawny guy. But the voice on the phone, he seemed like a good person, someone you could possibly trust. Hell, if he could handle this dork in front of you, surely you could. And that was the start of it. Your friendship with Garth all because of the man who said ‘idjit’.

“Thanks Garth,” you smiled into the phone, although he couldn’t see it.

“Thanks for what?”

“For reminding me. I honestly had forgotten about that. I wish I would have known then what I know now. Maybe I could have talked to him more.”

“Well you don’t exactly warm up to people quickly there Y/N,” you could hear the chuckle in his voice. There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again. “He did ask about you ya know.”

“What?”

“After that hunt. He asked about the girl who saved my ass,” he explained. “He knew who you were. I told him everything.”

You sat there for a minute with a smirk on your face. He knew who you were. You had interested him. He of course didn’t exactly know who you were, but nonetheless. He knew you existed as a person. The girl who managed to save Garth’s ass when he was about to live in his own icy prison because he had been too talkative to pay attention to the monster behind him. That was the best news you had heard in a long time.

“I have some of his old books and stuff that I can send you.”

“I’d love that,” you stated before rambling off your address. “Thanks again Garth.”

“Have a good night Y/N,” he replied. “And don’t forget to call more often. We miss you around here.”

——-

“How much longer,” Gabriel groaned from his spot in the backseat. “A guys gotta eat.”

“Angels don’t eat,” Sam shot back with a puzzled look.

“Well excuse me for enjoying the finer things in life,” Gabriel let out in sarcasm. “But seriously though, food? A little stop at the old watering hole? Anything?!?! Maybe a strip club? I might know a couple girls within the area who are really great at doing this thing with a ping pong ball and-”

“Stop it,” Dean growled from behind the wheel. “We will be there in an hour or so. You can wait to eat. And no strippers.”

“Cas and Rowena are ready,” Sam said as the light from his phone illuminated his face.

“And Y/N?” Dean raised his eyebrow to his brother.

As soon as Gabriel heard Y/N’s name his ears perked up. He knew exactly where she was. Far away where she belonged with everything going on. That’s where she had to stay. With the wonder twins asinine plan, there was no way that he was going to allow her to cross over with them. It’d be too dangerous if his doppelgänger brother was as much of a threat as they had described.

“She had to go home Cas said. She has some work thing tomorrow,” Sam responded with reluctance.

“She didn’t say anything,” Dean glared at his brother.

“Oh, trouble in paradise Dean-o?” Gabriel wagged his eyebrows. “Your new little misses won’t be home?”

“Cut the crap Gabriel. We know you know her,” Dean firmly stated while glancing in the rearview mirror.

“True,” he stated nonchalantly. “But how well do you know her?”

“What are you talking about?” Sam looked at him annoyed.

“I’ve known her all her life, you’ve known her for like 5 minutes? She’s not exactly a first choice team player for team stupid. Although she does pack a mean punch.”

Gabriel smirked a little at the fact that he did have a bit of an upper hand. He knew Y/N way more than they ever would. They didn’t know the truth about her and all the mess that came with it. Why it was idiotic to involve her at all more then she already was. They had to know. If anything, Dean wouldn’t allow her stubbornness to win when she would for sure argue with them. He wasn’t one to typically back down when he made up his mind, but neither was she. She’d have to stay behind; it was for her own good to spill the beans on what made Y/N so special.

“Some would say that about you too,” Dean shot back.

“True. But then again I wasn’t created to help destroy the world, now was I?” Gabriel spoke firmly. “Trust me boys. You want to open that rift, she’s the last person you want anywhere near it. Especially if I have a doppelgänger dickwad of a brother over there. He’d get a hold of her and it’s game over folks. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam groaned. “She wasn’t-“

“Abandon. Fate. All a part of the grandmaster scheme. Remember that apocalypse you two stopped thanks to yours truly?” He waggled his eyebrows again. “Yeah, well you had both sides playing that game. Imagine if dear old Luci or Mikey would have had her by their side. Someone as strong as her? Unable to be easily hurt? Stubborn as hell? It would have been world ending.”

“Is that,” Sam started as he looked to his brother. “Is that why we’re connected? Her mother and ours.”

“Aw Sam, you’re not just a cute face,” Gabriel smirked. “Like I said, both sides were playing the game. They were just waiting to see who would win in claiming their little pet project. But none of it went to either one's plan. Her aunt? Spitting image of her, but stronger. Her mother? Nothing unique, rather a normal child. So when old Ralphael got angry that he wasn’t in the fight, he sent angels to wipe them out. Michael wasn’t pleased but was none the wiser as to how genetics work. Of course course, Fate played with the birds and the bees, giving us Y/N. Bringing her as the new player one to pick a side. It looks like team ‘good son’ would have won by the way it seems, that is, if they had even known she existed back then. I may have helped with that one a bit. Guess she doesn’t have a thing for tall drinks of water, like Sammy boy here.”

Gabriel caught Dean glaring over to his brother, who was shifting himself from the uncomfortableness that Y/N could have ended up with him. Would have made an awkward thanksgiving.

Gabriel smirked over to Dean, who then glared at him hard through the mirror. It was working. Dean would keep her away. Dean’s mind was obviously racing with the facts. No way he would let her go over there and risk life as they knew it. No way he would risk losing her. He felt a little guilty laying out all her secrets, but it was best they knew before they did something they’d regret.

“So, food?” Gabriel sat up and pushed his head between them in the front seat.

“Shut up,” Dean shoved him back. “We will be there soon enough.”

_______

“Good morning everyone,” Dr. Frankel stated as he walked in carrying his briefcase.

It was Monday morning, the first official day at your new job. It wasn’t so bad, that is, if you didn’t mind sitting silently as you watched a werewolf and a witch trade pictures of their kids school pictures. God, this was your life now.

You had sat there 15 minutes before anyone had arrived, looking around for your exits. Your hunter instincts kicking in- just in case. Cas was wary of them, so you’d be a fool to just walk in like nothing was going on. He might have been annoying, but you couldn’t say he was wrong to be worried. Hell, everything in you was yelling at you that this was insane.

There was you and one other human in the room as they all sat down in their respective seats, awaiting the Dean, Dr. Frankel. Their leader.

“Excited?” Dr. Edwards smiled at you. He was at least human and probably naive to everything happening.

You gave him a polite nod as you glanced at your phone. Nothing from Dean. What were they doing? You made the choice that as soon as you were done here, you were going back to the bunker. You had to.

As Dr. Frankel walked in, everyone went silent. It was eerie like a weird cult. This was when you started regretting throwing your knife away to Rowena to use. A weapon would have been nice to have, you know, just in case.

“We have our new faculty starting today,” he looked at you. “Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. She will be heading up our parapsychology department and our liaison for the Nephilim matter. I trust that most of you have met her already.”

Well right to it. That was a surprise. Guess there’s no secrets at Monster University. You looked around to everyone, nothing about them flinched in surprise. Nothing about them said hungry or rage either, so that was at least a blessing for now.

“And what a good job she will do,” the demon who had cornered you in the bathroom weeks ago stated as saltured in before taking her seat. She glanced over to you and winked before Dr. Frankel continued.

“Would you like to say a few words Y/N?”

You flashed everyone a polite smile. Time to act. You stood up from your seat, feeling all eyes on you. Lights shifting around you. God you wish you had your knife.

“I would just like to say, thank you for having me. I look forward to getting to know you all more as time goes on,” you seated yourself back down after you finished.

“And the nephilim?” The werewolf spoke up.

“No new developments on that,” you smiled while glancing over to your boss. “But if anything does occur, I’ll make sure our deal stays intact.”

“How can we be so sure that that will happen? I mean, you're working with the Winchester’s and their pet angel. They’d rather chop off our heads than work with us. They are hunters after all.”

“You do know I am a hunter too there don’t you?” You shot back with warning, only realizing too late that you basically just threatened a coworker on the first day. Great start Y/N. “I’d like to believe that given the circumstances, we can move past that stereotype that we can’t work together. As long as everyone plays nice?”

The werewolf silenced himself, glaring over to the Dean who was smirking at the head of the table.

“And that is why you are here Y/N,” he spoke up. “If we want to keep up what we’ve built, we have to work together. No one gets out of line. Or else. We have not only our families to protect, but all of our students to think of. Hunter and monster quarles are a thing of the past. It’s a new day ladies and gentleman. With Dr. Y/L/N’s leadership.”

Leadership? What the hell? That’s not what you signed up for. But the way everyone looked to you, there was no way you could say no now. You sat there trying not to let your polite smile scream awkwardness. This was going to be interesting.

“Now, to other business,” Dr. Frankel spoke up. “How are we with the syllabi’s for the summer?”

The rest of the meeting went on with no more mentions of monsters or impending doom. It actually switched to be rather normal. You carefully watched everyone as they interacted. They were genuine educators, wanting to do right by their students. You wondered if it was possible that all this could work. That everyone could really get along?

“Alright everyone,” Dr. Frankel broke you out of your thoughts. “We go live in a week. Make sure you have loaded your syllabi’s before Friday.”

You waited until everyone else started to get up before you moved, checking your phone once again. Nothing.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” Dr. Frankel spoke up. “Natalie here will see you to your office to help you set up.”

You glared over to the demon that was smirking at you. Great. A bitchy demon as your tour guide. You followed her silently down the hall as her heels clicked along the tiled floor.

“This one is you,” she opened the door along the corridor with a key. She handed it to you, and pushed herself aside for you to walk in.

You reached around the corner and clicked on the light. Simple enough, nothing extravagant. A desk, bookshelves, and a little window that looked out to the courtyard.

“Meet your standards?”

“Yup,” you popped off your lips.

“So your login is your first initial and last name. Email is the same,” she informed you. “Password is Bitch123, with a capital B.”

“Let me guess, you set that up?” You snarked back, sitting yourself behind the desk.

“Thought you’d like that,” she smirked.

“Whatever,” you slide yourself in behind the desk and logged in to the computer, rolling your eyes to the password as you typed it in. It worked.

“So Frankel wanted me to show you how to set everything up,” she moved over towards you, invading your space.

“So what, you’re the IT demon now?”

“I sold my soul when Macintosh was growing,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Well okay then,” you pushed yourself back from the desk. “Click away.”

This was a new one for you. A demon showing you how to use a computer program. But it was easy enough in the long run. During the hour of her explaining everything, you kept glancing at your phone. Hoping to hear something from Dean.

“You have a hot date there, or am I boring you that much?”

“Just waiting on a call,” you slid your phone back into your purse. “So was that it?”

“That’s all until you screw something up,” she rolled her eyes while moving away from you. “You’re on your own now.”

“Great,” you got up quickly from the desk, collecting all your things.

“Where’s the fire?”

You gave her an annoyed look as you continued to get your stuff in order. She didn’t have to know what was happening. None of her business anyways even if you knew what was happening.

“So what’s the Winchester’s plan for Lucifer?”

Her question stopped you abruptly. Lucifer? Crap. You had been so busy in everything else that you never stopped to think about the fact that he was free roaming. What was their plan? You gave her a shrug, doing your best to just ignore the question.

“When he learns his baby boy is back, he’s going to want him,” she continued. “Surely daddy Castiel will not be pleased with that.”

“Why do you care?” You shot back in annoyance.

“I’m not buying this whole deal thing you have going on. There’s too many holes. Too much room for Winchester stupidity.”

“It’s being handled,” you went to move past her, but she moved herself in your way.

“I’m just letting you know that I will not be Lucifer’s pet again. You think I’m a monster? You have no idea what he is capable of. Especially if the rumors are true about you.”

“They’re not,” you growled. “Lucifer will be handled. I will make sure of it. Now move.”

She moved out of your way with a cockiness to her. God was she a bitch. But she was right. Lucifer has to be stopped. Just another thing to add to your summer to do list.

______

“Fucking hell,” Dean groaned as he walked away from the failed, sloppy rift into the kitchen.

Sam stood in disbelief. It didn’t work? Why did it not work? Dammit. Gabriel was not strong enough. He had lost all his juice. Who knows when he would get it back. All hope was lost.

As everyone quipped back and forth, Sam felt uneasy. Like a premonition that someone was going to drop a bomb on them. Cas firmly stared him down as he stated what was next. Teaming up with Lucifer was insane. There was no way he’d ever agree to it. Castiel left the room, giving his brother and him a second to think about it. He was sure his brother had already made up his mind though. Sam would have to face Lucifer once again.

Sam slowly followed his brother into the kitchen, Gabriel trailing behind. What next?

“Sorry boys,” Gabriel gave a sheepish look. “Guess I need a little more time to power up.”

Dean popped the top off to a beer and chugged it down as they walked in. Standing in silence. No clue at what to do next besides wait.

“Hey guys,” Sam turned his head to see Y/N walking in, dropping off a huge bag on the floor as she strolled towards them. “No one bothered to call?”

“Dean said he did,” Sam looked at her perplexed.

“Oh really?” She gave Dean a hard glare.

“Uh oh,” Gabriel smirked.

“Shut up Gabriel,” Dean snapped at him. He took in a deep breath and sighed, looking to everyone’s brow raised to him. Waiting for answers.

“Dean?” Y/N said softly. “What’s going on?”

“Yeah Dean,” Gabriel continued to smirk. “What’s going on?”

“Seriously Gabriel shut up. Go see if Rowena needs anything.”

“Fine,” he said with a huff, moving past Sam slowly. “My money’s on Y/N though.”

“Dean?” She repeated again.

Sam glanced over at his brother who was doing his best to avoid her gaze. What the hell was he doing? Why did he lie when he had asked about calling her?

“Are we back to this again?” She scowled, crossing her arms at him.

“You were busy,” Dean shrugged like it was nothing. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Worry me?” Really?” She sassed back. “Nice one. Try again. The truth this time.”

Dean looked to Sam with pleading eyes, like he wanted a bail out. Sam shook his head, still lost at why his brother would keep it a secret. She was busy anyways with her work thing. Is that why Dean has been in such a rush to get the rift open? So she couldn’t be here? Why? She could help. Suddenly Sam realized why his brother had lied. Gabriel’s warning from last night. Surely he didn’t believe all that hype about her being created to destroy the world? She was Y/N, a good person. He wasn’t that stupid to believe that she could have any part in that chaos between the archangels. Did he?

“It’s safer for you here,” Dean reluctantly replied. “Gabriel told us.”

“Told you what exactly?”

“He told us why you are the way you are. What you were supposed to be.”

“Key word ‘supposed’ to,” she shot back. “Not who I am.”

“Yeah well, forgive me but I’d rather not see a dickbag archangel from another world using you as a pet,” Dean snarked back.

“Is that what you’re afraid of?” Sam could see the hurt in her eyes. “That I’d ever agree to something so stupid?”

“You would if you didn’t have a choice,” Dean replied, looking nervous. He was scared. Scared of what?

“We all have choices Dean,” she sighed out. “Nothing is for certain.”

“Well I’d rather not tempt Fate,” Dean looked up to her.

She took in a deep breath and looked over to Sam who was shaking his head. He didn’t like what his brother was saying, but Dean’s intuition was almost always right. He’d have to trust him on this one.

“Fine,” she replied slowly. “I won’t go over, but that doesn’t mean you get to keep me out of this Mr. Winchester. Because apparently your little plan didn’t work or we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. I’d be waiting to have a whole other conversation with you with a few choice words.”

“Sorry,” Dean replied. “Just thought it’d be easier.”

“Secrets always come out Dean,” she replied, but stopped suddenly as though she had just realized something about what she said. “So I guess the cat is out of the bag about me then.”

“How long did you know?” Sam found himself asking. They had been working endlessly to find the truth, her knowing didn’t make sense.

“A little while Sam,” she replied. “Gabriel finally spilled the beans. Guess he’s not such a dick after all.”

“So it’s true then? You were supposed to be some sort of tool for Lucifer or Michael?” Sam spoke up again.

“Guess so,” she shrugged back, glancing over to Dean. “Between Abaddon and the men of letters starting this, well I guess it was all a part of some cosmic Fate. Both sides trying to win. What they didn’t expect was the rouge player: Gabriel. He’s the one who hid me, convincing my mother to leave from everything she knew. He’s the one who kept me away. They all thought their big plan ended long ago.”

“Why?” Dean finally spoke up. “I still don’t get exactly why, especially with everything about your mother. Bobby, our family, us. We’d all protect you.”

“That’s the problem Dean,” she glanced at him with a soft smile. “You and I know damn well that even now if one of us were in trouble the other would do something stupid to save the other. Can you imagine if we had known each other our whole lives when the shit storm came? Selfishness is not one of our virtues. That’s why I’m not fighting you on this. I know the risk. I can’t say that I like it, but hey, someone needs to stick around to welcome you back to normal.”

“So it’s settled then?” Sam glanced back and forth between the two of them. “Are you two done with the secrets? Because honestly my head is hurting from it all and we have to focus on what the hell to do next.”

“No more secrets,” Y/N smiled.

“Agreed. So now to the next crappy plan?” Dean looked over to his brother.

“Well with Gabriel tapped out right now, I guess that we wait,” Sam sighed, not wanting to bring up what Cas had said just moments ago. “Not like we have any other options.

“Or you have one that none of you will like,” Y/N spoke up, making both of their heads turn to her. “Lucifer.”

“No way,” Sam tried to argue but he saw his brother nodding in agreement out of the corner of his eye.

“Any other ideas?” She shot back. “He’s roaming around, making the demons nervous. They know as soon as he feels Jack again when he returns he’s going to be looking for him.”

“Is that what they told you?” Sam furrowed his eyes to her.

“More or less,” she replied. “They have zero faith in the two of you to take care of it. That’s why they brought me in. Apparently now I’m their leader with this whole mess, which makes them all the more crazy.”

“Their leader?” Dean let out a chuckle. “Well I guess they know to at least pick out the pretty ones.”

“Smartass,” she laughed. “But seriously, you think that me possibly teaming up with an archangel might be bad? From what it sounds like, with Jack, things could be a lot worse. He’s part archangel. And not just any annoying archangel, he’s Lucifer's son. Who knows what his father will try to convince him to do?”

“Y/N’s right,” Sam turned to see Castiel walking in, looking solemn. “Lucifer is more unpredictable than before. He’s weak right now, but he’s been draining angels of their grace. He can’t be anywhere near Jack. Who knows what he would do.”

“So what do we do?” Sam glanced between everyone in the room.

“Whatever we do, we have to come up with a plan for how to deal with him,” Y/N spoke up. “I’ll get working on tracking him through my networks. Surely someone is keeping an eye on him.”

“Very well,” Castiel nodded.

“This is insane!” Sam yelled out.

“I’ll leave you to this discussion,” Y/N spoke up, breaking the silence after his cry. “Listen to them Sam. This might be the only way.”

Sam watched as she walked out, looking over to Dean and Cas, nodding in approval. She agreed with them. Y/N, who was probably the most sane person in the room was agreeing that Lucifer was their only option. He could feel the cold shiver that ran down to his bones at just the thought of him. His laughter echoed through his years of all that time stuck with him inside his head. He looked up to his brother, begging him for something else. But he knew that was a lost battle, they’d have to use Lucifer. They’d have to bring the real monster home.

________

“Team stupid come up with a game plan?” Gabriel smirked as he stood alongside the pillar in the room. You looked back towards the kitchen, where there was still arguing happening, but you knew who’d win. It was the only way.

“Inviting my brother over won’t be that easy,” he warned. “Especially when he sees you.”

“So he won’t see me,” you replied. “I’ll stick back. That’s simple enough.”

“Well here’s the issue with that,” Gabriel lifted himself off of the pillar and began to circle you. “Moi, being the only other archangel in the room that is at least trustworthy, has to go over with them. Just in case things go side-ways. They have Castiel, but he of course would never leave Dean’s side. So what we have left is a witch and you.”

“Rowena can take care of it.”

“But do you trust her?” He looked into your eyes, searching for your response.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You glared skeptically. You didn’t trust her, but he didn’t need to know that. Question was, why didn’t he?

“Wasn’t too long ago she had some fantasy about becoming his queen, wanting to raise him from the pit,” he began. “He dumped her like a bad prom date of course because, well that’s Luci for you. Then of course he killed her and her son later on. But I’m sure she wouldn’t want some sort of revenge on him now would she?”

“Get to the point Gabe,” you rolled your eyes.

“You have to stay and babysit,” he looked at you with seriousness in his eyes. “I really tried to keep you out of this, spilling the beans and everything to your boy, but I need you to be ready. He’ll be weak, but he will try to get into that mind if yours. And you’ll have to watch out for that witch so she doesn’t try anything stupid.”

“Babysitting the two evils of the room, got it,” you simply replied. “Any tips?”

“Just use everything I’ve taught you and then some. Also, keep that rift open and make sure it doesn’t shut until you see my happy ass come through,” he smirked.

“Got it,” you smiled back. “Hey Gabe?”

“Yeah?”

“So where is that brother of yours?”

“Now how would I know?” He smirked again.

“Oh nothing, just years of being able to hide from him while knowing his every move,” you smirked back.

“This old trickster might have one or two tricks up his sleeve,” he winked. “By this time tomorrow, we’ll be venturing into the great unknown.”

“Be careful alright?” You said with sincerity. “I just got you back. I don’t want to lose your charming personality again.”

“I’ll be alright,” he smiled. “And I’ll make sure our boys get back safe and sound. With your future mother in law too.”

“Gabe,” you rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Just do good. I’m sorry for everything that I said before.”

“You had every right to say it kid. I shouldn’t have ever kept it from you,” he gave you a heartfelt smile. “You’re stronger than I want to admit. And while I hate having you involved, I’m glad you’re on the good side watching my back.”

“Not everything that looks like a monster is one,” you began to say.

“And not everything that looks like a regular Joe Shmoo should be trusted,” he finished with a smile. “Remember, it’s what you choose to do with your free will that determines what you are.”

____

Dean trudged back to his room after they all finally agreed on the plan. They were going to trap Lucifer with Rowena and Gabriel’s help. Y/N would stand by on this side while they went over to make sure everything went fine on their side. Y/N. The very thought of leaving her behind and going towards a world full of monsters left a pit in his stomach. He’d make it through though. He had to.

When he got to his room he saw the most beautiful sight on the planet. Y/N was laying across his bed fiddling with her computer, oblivious to him entering.

“Hey stranger,” he stated, laying a kiss on the top of her head as he sat down on the edge. “What are you working on?”

“Uploading my lecture for next Monday,” she replied as she stroked the keys some more before making one final hit of the buttons. “And done.”

“Well aren’t you the overachiever?” Dean smirked.

“I already have twenty students signed up,” she replied. “I figured that by having it up now, then I can focus on bigger things.”

“I feel touched,” Dean cooed, circling little traces along her back as he sat in silence. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“To where?” She looked up to him with confusion.

“I don’t care,” he shrugged. “Anywhere. As long as we’re alone.”

“Alright,” she sweetly smiled, not giving him any objections.

Dean moved out of her way for her to swing her legs around, putting on her worn sneakers carefully. She threw on a simple black hoodie. Stating that she knew she would get cold. Dean smirked at that. Thinking of Y/N within his arms under the stars, holding her close for warmth. Sounded like a dream.

He allowed her to lead the way to the garage, knowing by now that she knew her way around the bunker. The sight of her little sway as she walked was nice to watch too. Man, how did he get so lucky?

Walking into the garage Dean slowly pulled out the keys to Baby. He moved them around in his hand as he thought about this maybe being his last drive. Something he didn’t want to face.

“Hey Doc,” he yelled out, making her head turn. He tossed the keys to her which she caught right away. “You’re driving.”

“Seriously?” She looked amazed as she held onto the keys.

“I figured that if you can handle that purple dinosaur you call a car, then you can handle my baby,” he smirked and winked as he opened up the passenger door.

“Cheap shot there Winchester,” she smirked back as she got into the driver's seat.

Dean reached over to check what was in the tape player, but Y/N swiftly slapped his hand away.

“Driver picks the music there Winchester,” she grinned.

He sat back with a smirk as she played with the tuner until she found a song she liked. She smiled at the one as it started to play, immediately turning up the dial and singing along.

“Did you see the sky?

I think it means that we've been lost

Maybe one last time is all we need

I can't really help it

If my tongue's all tied in knots

Jumping off a bridge is just the farthest

That I've ever been”

“Good song,” Dean nodded along to the beat. “I haven’t heard this in ages.

“Yeah ‘96 was a great year for music,” she smiled at him. “No Robert Plant though.”

“Yeah,” Dean furrowed his eyes to her. Why did that sound familiar? Like a distant memory he had forgotten? Dean shook it off as being nothing and just sat back and enjoyed her singing as the road led the way. For tomorrow, a new world awaited.

“Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down

Anyplace but those I know by heart

Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down

I'll follow you down, but not that far”

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