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Purgatory, Who Would Have Thought? | D.Winchester {17}

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Dean Winchester X OC

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This chapter was originally written by one of my close friends, as they were very involved with me making this series and were very supportive. As always, please be kind, as this was written five years ago, back in 2020. This is the final chapter of the first book I originally made. I'll start posting what I have written of the second one soon, and it will be linked within the same masterlist.

"I'm worried about him," I said as I looked over at Bobby as we walked down the hallway of the safe room. Ever since Cas had let down the bridge in Sam's head, both Bobby and I had been trying his best to stay composed, but I knew on the inside that he was a complete and utter mess. Looking at the door that led to Sam and Dean, I grabbed Bobby's arm and stopped him.

"Which one?" I gave a small laugh, trying to make the situation better. Bobby smiled at me, but his eyes gave away that I hadn't helped the mood.

"Both of them. Sam is going to be going through mental hell that he doesn't understand, while Dean will put himself in mental hell just to help his brother. I don't know which one I'm more worried about."

Nodding I gave him a small smile, what he said was true and I knew that no words I could say would truly give him comfort, hell I was freaking out too but this wasn't the time for me to ask for comfort as well, "They're strong, they'll get through this and so will we."

With that, we both made our way into the hell pit of worry. Stepping into the room, the first thing I noticed was Sam lying down on the cot. It always amazed me how the giant was able to fit into a bed properly. Then, looking up, I saw Dean pacing around, a mix of dread and fear was on his face, and I felt my heart break for him. I couldn't imagine what state of mind I would be in if this were happening to my brother. I made my way over to him, and as I did, my ears finally picked up on the music playing on the radio, The Rolling Stones, "Play With Fire", which I couldn't help but think fit this situation perfectly. "What a fitting song," I dryly chuckled, but when Dean and Bobby both gave me death stares, I realized my mistake. Putting my hands up, I sighed, "My bad, just trying to lighten the mood, guys."

Rolling his eyes, Bobby looked at Dean, "Anything?" I watched as Dean shook his head and turned to walk away. He was upset, and everyone in the room- besides Sam- could tell, "I can't just sit here, Bobby. I've got to help him." I rolled my eyes and looked at both of them, Bobby and Dean, knowing that this wasn't going to go well. Bobby was going to try to talk Dean out of trying to help him, and with his stubborn ass, Dean would never listen. And that is exactly what is insured.

As they argued, I crouched down next to Sam's sleeping body and traced my finger down his face. I knew nothing would happen, but I still couldn't help from hope I was wrong. He looked so peaceful sleeping that if you had told me something was wrong with him, I would have said you were lying. "Why did this have to happen now? Why couldn't Cas wait until after Purgatory to be a dick? Is that too much to ask?" I whispered to myself as I finally stood up and paid attention to the two bickering guys' conversation.

"...I'm down one man. I can't afford to be down two," Bobby insisted to Dean, aggressively pointing at Sam. I couldn't help but agree with him; it may be hard, but Dean needed to snap out of his pity party, just for a little bit, because there's no way we can help Sam while also dealing with the Purgatory mess. As Dean countered Bobby, I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head before snapping at him.

"Look, Dean, I know you're pissed off. Frankly, so am I, but we can't focus on that too much right now or else we are playing into Cas's hands. Can't you see that?" My eyes connected with Dean's as I tried to get him to listen to me. But as he started to speak up, I could tell he didn't agree with me.

Bobby looked at me and then Dean, making his way over to the desk and poured himself a glass of whiskey while saying "Belle's right Dean. This is exactly what Cas wants, for you to fall to pieces. Try to think of what Sam wants." with that he took a sip and walked out of the room.

The room grew quiet as both Dean and I gazed upon Sam. I wanted to say something, anything to cheer him up, but it was as if I couldn't find any of the right words in that moment. It hurt seeing him look so defeated, yet at the same time, it also pissed me off that he wouldn't snap out of it and realize that freaking out about Sam's condition was only going to make things worse.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but Dean, you seriously need to chill," I sighed. Not even a second after the word came out of my mouth, he snapped his head and glared at me. I knew the words were harsh, but they were true, "I get your upset, but can't you see that right now we're ot really equipped to fix Sam? We just have to hope that he can do that for himself."

Slowly, Dean stood up and made his way over to me, his eyes held a level of anger that was rarely shown from him. "Don't you start with me. God damnit, Belle! This is Sam, he's my responsibility, and because of a stupid fucking angel, he's going through hell, maybe even worse," he growled as he made his way closer to me. With each step he took forward, I took backward, and with the size of the room, he didn't have to take many until my back was slammed against the wall and his face found its way in front of mine, his arm pressed against the wall beside my head, locking me in.

"I get that, Dean! But some things are out of your control. What are you going to do? Perform magic on him to wake him up, because last I checked, I'm the only witch in this room, and even I can't do that! So get your ass out of your head and realize that just because you can't help him right now doesn't make you a failure," I screamed at him. I could feel his breath on my face, and with the look in his eye,s I knew something that I had said clicked in his head, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. All I knew was that with anger, there was also sadness within him. As if it had a mind of its own, my hand moved towards his cheek, where it hovered there for half a millisecond before finally resting on his shoulder. "You're not a failure, not even close," I said in a voice so low that if he hadn't been standing so close, he wouldn't have heard.

Dean looked at me and then sighed, defeat in his eyes, "I am if I can't save him. Imagine how you would feel if it were Trey." With that, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to Sam and sat down.

Stunned, I stared at Dean. I mean, he was right. If Trey were in Sam's position, I would do anything to protect him, and I would be hell bent on saving him. So maybe I was a hypocrite for trying to get him to calm down, but still. Before I could dive further into my thoughts, Sam started violently jerking on the bed. His body frantically moving up to him, Dean yelled, "Sam, Sammy! Sam!" But as quickly as it started, he stopped and lay still.

With Dean hovering over Sam, I slid down the wall. I wasn't going to lie, I was worried about Sam. But I knew that we needed to keep an open mind and make sure and do what was best for him. I also needed Dean to figure out a way to stop worrying so much, for all I knew, I lost Sam, and there was no way in hell I could also lose Dean. I'd be broken. With that thought in mind, I lay my head on my knees and shut my eyes; it was going to be a long day.

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Around an hour later, with two shots of whiskey down his piehole and a look of sadness that would make even Lucifer himself worry, I was starting to feel myself grow annoyed with everything and everyone (well, Dean, considering the only other person in here was Sam, who was asleep) in this room. The room was small and it was dark, which normally I wouldn't mind, but with the current situation going on, it would have helped if it had some spunk to it.

Hearing footsteps approaching the door, I looked up and sighed when I saw Bobby entering the room, "Look what the cat dragged in." He scooted over, and there in all his sarcastic glory stood Bathazar. I smiled, standing up and crossing my arms as he muttered, "Well, at least you mudfish finally got the angel proofing right. "Sleeping Beauty," he asked, pointing at Sam, "You didn't get any kisses, I trust?"

I laughed, "Why of course not, we had to save them all for you, right?" With that, Balthazar smirked, "Cute," and turned around, heading out of the room. In the corner of my eye, I saw Dean glare at me before practically running, speed walking, over towards Balthazar.

"What the hell took you so long?" Dean grunted, and knowing that I really didn't want to stay to witness any argument if any started, I made my way through the room towards the door. I placed one hand on Dean's shoulder and the other on Balthazar's and gave them my biggest smile, "You boys play nice, it would be a shame if either of you lost your tongues," and with that, I slipped out of the doorway. As I made my way down the hall, I stopped at the coroner's, where I just barely heard Balthazar slyly say, "Well, she's a feisty one, isn't she?" and with that, I smiled and made my way outside.

I wanted to be with Dean and Bobby to hear what Balthazar had to say, but truthfully, I need some me time to try and sort everything out inside my head. I didn't know how I could handle Balthazar not helping us. I had lost one of the closest people, well demon, to me, Crowley, and I couldn't lose anyone else. Also, deep down, I knew that if I couldn't help Sam, I would end up blaming myself, and I would start to distance myself from Dean, which in no way did I want to do. 

As the sun started to set and we made our way towards Castiel's location, I couldn't help but feel a sense of worry inside of me. I couldn't explain it, but something inside me kept telling me that something was going to go wrong, scratch that, that something had gone wrong, and we were totally unprepared. Dean turned down the road and onto a gravel road that looked abandoned. I knew we were getting close, "Guys, I don't feel good about this. Maybe we should stop and reconsider." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the car came to a screeching halt, and Dean whipped his head around to look at me. "What the fuck, Belle? We're not going to stop. This son of a bitch betrayed us, and we're going to stop him. You're either in or you can kindly get the fuck out."

"You think you have a chance without me? You don't even have a plan. Dean, you're acting like an idiot," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Just calm down and let us think this through." As the words came out of my mouth, I could almost feel the hatred steaming off of Dean. Our eyes were both interlocked, glaring at each other to an unhealthy extent; you would think we loathed each other, and maybe in this moment, we did.

After a tense couple of seconds, Dean looked away and sighed, "I mean it, Belle, get out. You're a liability to us, and it's apparent that you're not on our side. For all we know, you're still working with Crowley." Shaking my head, I began to laugh, mainly in shock that Dean would even question my loyalty, but also to try to distract myself from the pain that his words caused me. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. As I got out, Bobby looked at me, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Belle, don't listen to him, he didn't mean it." I could tell that even Bobby knew what he was saying wasn't even remotely true; Dean wasn't known to lie about his feelings. I gave him a small smile before focusing my gaze on Dean and frowning, "It's fine, Bobby, if he wants to be the reason that Sam never gets better, because of his stupidity, then so be it." With that, I slammed the door shut and walked across the road. Dean waited a couple of minutes before revving his car up and speeding off, leaving me all alone in the dark. 

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There was a swift breeze as I angrily made my way down the road. Looking around, I would guess that it had been 40 minutes since Dean drove off, leaving me to wish I had never met him or his tree of a brother. As soon as he left, I was determined to make my way back to the cabin, grab all my shit, and then book it out of this town. But as soon as I started out, I realized a very important thing: I had no clue where I was. It's not like I thought I would be walking back on the ride, so of course, I hadn't made a mental note of how to get back.

So, because of my pathetic excuse of being lost and also the little nagging voice inside my head telling me to make sure Dean was okay, I cared so much I refused to focus on- I decided to go and save the two bastards, or at least if they ever asked, that's what I would tell them. Especially after seeing the black clouds of smoke aggressively heading towards the direction that Dean and Bobby had gone, which I just barely avoided by ducking into the woods.

"You seriously should learn to be less stubborn or at least keep your mouth shut," I muttered to myself as I made it up the hill and laid eyes on an abandoned warehouse. Just in front of it, I could see Baby flipped over and crushed. My heart stopped, and I stumbled back just thinking about what could have possibly happened to Dean...and Bobby. 

"It's going to be okay, it has to be..." I cut myself off as my eyes interlocked with a tall figure. Squinting my eyes, I felt relief flushing over me as I realized who it was. As soon as I knew it, I was sprinting towards him like my life depended on it, "Sam!" I watched him stop just for a second, either out of hearing his name or something else, but then he began stumbling his way towards the building. I really needed to start working out more, I realized as I tried to catch up to him. My lungs hurt, and I could feel my legs start to ache. But honestly, it should probably be blamed on all the stress I had been put through today.

Just as I got closer to him, he turned the corner, and I saw his body disappear into the building. I had a bad feeling about how this was going to turn out. I mean, nothing ever went according to plan with these boys. I let out a breath, slowing my walk, and placing my hand onto my hip where my blade was placed, as I slowly reached the door. I took one more glance around me and finally placed my hand on the cold metal handle and walked in.

The first thing my eyes darted to when I walked in was Dean talking to Cas; he was trying to negotiate with him, but for what I don't know. For a slight moment, Bobby caught my eyes and nodded his head in the direction behind Cas. I looked over, and my eyes grew wide as I saw Sam creeping his way behind Cas. Moving quickly, I stumbled down the stairs, but it was too late.

"You're just saying that because I won," Cas's words made their way into my ears, as I rushed over to Sam, who was crouched down, picking up the Angel blade. "Sam, don't do this," I whispered, shouting, trying to get his attention. But he just barely acknowledged me, looking me up and down before shaking his head and making his way to Cas.

"I have no family," Cas said, the words just fresh on his tongue, when Sam plunged the blade into his back. I stumbled backwards, lifting my hand to my eyes in an attempt to shield myself from the bright light that was bound to burst out. But to my shock, no light ever came. Instead, Cas simply reached behind him and took the blade out, placing it on the table in front of him. "I'm glad you made it, Sam," he said, turning to face us.

"Belle," he nodded at me. At that moment, Dean finally let his gaze come towards me, a flash of regret crossed his eyes, before growing cold again and returning to Cas. Well, screw him, too. "But the angel blade won't work, because I'm not an angel anymore," Cas explained, looking at Sam. But his words were dark and filled me with dread.

"I'm your new god. A better one. So you will bow down, and profess your love unto me, your lord," I looked around the room, shocked and confused, at Cas's words. The whole situation baffled me, especially since I had no idea what the hell was happening, so I let out a laugh and folded my arms across my chest, moving my gaze to Cas and glaring at him. "Is he fucking serious?" I whispered to Sam, but just like the previous times before, he ignored me.

But Cas heard me, and he swiftly turned around, locking his eyes on mine, before starting to grin, "Or I shall destroy you."

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On A Mission | D. Winchester {16}

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Dean Winchester X OC

Word Count: 2.9k

Dean and I were in one of Bobby's extra buildings, torturing demons to find out the whereabouts of Crowley. I've never seen Dean so focused on something. After I had gotten a moment alone with him earlier, we had a talk.

"I'm glad you sided with us," he says, looking down as we walk over to his car, as Sam lingers behind, talking to my dad and brother. I looked up at him, hurt fell in my eyes.

"Dean, why wouldn't I?" he shook his head, glancing back up at me before returning his gaze down to his shoes as he walked.

"I don't know, you and Crowley have this friendship, and I just wasn't completely sure whether you would side with us or not." I grabbed his arm, making him stop to look at me.

"What Crowley's doing, I can't go with. He crossed a line. When it came to him making deals and stuff, I knew that he was doing what he had to do. But now, he's the damn king of hell. I get that what he's trying to do is to give him more power, but how he's doing it is wrong. His bringing Ben and Lisa into this is not gonna fly with me. I don't know if you'll believe me or not, but I will go dark side to help you guys. And with that meaning, I'll kill Crowley, I'll be okay with that. I'd do anything for y'all." I stared, deep, into his green eyes. he smiled at me slightly.

"Thank you. That means a lot," he says, bringing his hand up to my face, creasing it. We stood there for a moment just being there for each other. He sighs before dropping his hand and walking to the car as Sam gets out of the house.

Dean strapped the next demon down in a chair with a devil's trap on the floor. Dean walked around him while I sat in a chair a little bit away from them.

"Look, I don't know anything," the demon pleaded, looking up at Dean.

"Yeah, we'll see," Dean said, looking at the demon walking away, glancing at me as he walked toward the table with all of the torture tools laid across it. Sam came in, going over to Dean, as he grabbed a bottle of liquor and took a swig of it.

"Dean?" Sam says, coming over to him, I keep my eyes on the demon in front of me as Sam and Dean have their little conversation. I smile at the demon evilly.

"What happened to you being Crowley's little sidekick?" he stares me down as I get off the chair, making my way over to him. I lift my hand in the air, starting to close it slowly. This caused the demon to groan in pain.

"Not so much anymore," I say, holding the mad smile on my face. My hand nears its closing point when Dean taps me on the shoulder. I turn to him, dropping my hand, making my hold on the demon release. He sighs in relief.

"Let me have some action, huh?" Dean says lightly to me, and I nod, going back over to my chair. Dean makes his way over to the demon holding the knife in his hand. "Now, are you going to tell us where Crowley is, or am I gonna have to go all murderous on you? Or even worse, Belle?"

He laughs in his chair, looking at him. "I don't know anything." Dean motioned for me to get up. I walk over to him, putting my hand on the demon's shoulder, sending sharp pains throughout its body. He screamed and screamed until I let go, just when I was about to get close to killing him. Dean bends down in front of him.

"Now, do you know?" he smiles up at Dean, flicking his eyes. he sends Dean flying across the room, and he breaks from the chair. I start to try and kill him, but he sends me flying back as well. He sees that I'm not getting up anytime soon and walks over to Dean.

"I'm not telling you anything," he says, while holding Dean up by his neck, cutting off his air. "So you can stop talking, you miserable sack."

Just as I start to get up to go help Dean, Cas comes up behind the demon, smiting him. The demon drops to the floor as I run over to Dean and Cas. Dean grabs his neck as I walk over to him.

"I didn't ask for your help," Dean says, panting as he makes his point to Cas.

"Well, regardless. You're welcome." Cas says as he looks down.

"Why are you here?" Dean says, brushing past me, walking over to where the demon was trapped moments ago. Probably trying to figure out how he got out, I turned and sat in my chair, holding onto my head as it was banging.

"I had no idea Crowley would take Lisa and Ben."

"Yeah, right." Cas turns around to face Dean.

"You don't believe me."

"I don't believe a word that's coming out of your mouth." Cas looked away with slight disappointment on his face.

"I thought you said that we were like family. Well, I think that too. Shouldn't trust run both ways?" My head continued to pound as if my body knew that this wasn't going a go away.

"Cas, I just can't." Cas starts to make his way over to Dean.

"Dean, I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call. And I am your friend. Still, despite your lack of faith in me and your threats. I just saved you, yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you? All I ask is this one thing." Cas talks to Dean like I wasn't here. It's like I'm watching a TV show.

"Trust your plan to pop purgatory?"

"I've earned that, Dean." Dean snickers at Cas's words. "I can tell you that I will find Lisa and Ben. And I will bring them back. Stand behind me, the one time I ask." Dean stares at Cas with a look that reads ‘unbelievable’.

"You're asking me to stand down?"

"Dean-"

"That's the same damn ransom note that Crowley handed me. You know that, right? Well, no thanks. I'll find them myself. In fact, why don't you go back to Crowley and tell him that I said you can both kiss my ass." Dean turned away from Cas, and in a moment, Cas had disappeared. Dean turns and looks at me with an upset look, and I share it with him.

"Are you good? I mean that fight was pretty messed up?" Dean says, making his way over to where I sat.

"Yeah, just a little dizzy. My head is hurting like a bitch." I say, rubbing my head before looking up. "But, I'll live. I might just go to the house and rest for a little bit."

I get up as Dean stands right in front of me. He grabs my arms, looking me in my eyes. "Thank you, Belle." I nod at him, smiling a little.

"It's no problem. Really, Dean." And with that, I left to go to the house to take a nap.

When I woke up, it was getting close to dark. My headache had slowed down, so it wasn't as bad. I guess that's what I get for using some of my harder powers after months. Balthazar had made an appearance to Sam, saying that he wanted to side with us. Now, Sam and Dean were downstairs in Bobby's kitchen listening to him.

"And we should believe you, why?" I said, leaning on the kitchen counter next to the sink while Dean was to my left, having his arms crossed in front of his chest. Sam sat on the little dining table to my right while Balthazar stood in front of us.

"Would you believe I had a shred of decency?"

"No." Sam quickly responds, causing Balthazar's attention to turn to Sam. A hurt expression crossed his face.

"Oh, that hurts." Sam raises his eyebrows at him. "Okay, you're right. It's survival. You see, I asked Cas some questions, and I disliked his answers. He seems awfully sure of himself for a man who wants to swallow a million nuclear reactors. I mean, these things can get a bit Chernobyl, you know? So voilà. Consider me your double agent." Balthazar explains himself. We all still held our serious stares on him.

"Oh, and I look the liberty of searching for your friends. Uh, took a while. Crowley's a clever one." Dean's face softens at Balthazar's news.

"You found them?"

"The upside is, yes. The downside is, no, I can't get them for you."

"Why not?" I question.

"Because Crowley's angel-proofed the whole bloody building. I guess he doesn't trust Cas. Seems that marriage is going swimmingly." I laugh a little at his joke.

"Okay, well, get us as close as you can," Dean says, ready to go.

"Sure. But then you're on your own." With that, the boys gathered the stuff they needed to fight off the demons, and Balthazar zapped us in front of the building, back down the alleyway. It was cold and grimy.

"All right, this is where I get off. God be with you and what you have." Balthazar said before he was gone in a flash. Just after we see a man come out of the building, looking around.

We make our way over to him to attack. Dean comes up behind him, stabbing him with the demon knife. Before tossing him over the railing, as Sam was down there to retrieve him. With that, we all made our way into the building, which held Lisa and Ben along with many demons guarding them.

We walk into a wide open room as Dean and I start to split ways from Sam. Dean gives him a quick be careful before we part. Dean and I make our way through the building, killing as many demons as we can between the two of us. We finally find Lisa and Ben, and Dean goes inside while I stand guard on the outside of the room.

When I heard something in the other room, I ran in to see the black smoke coming out of Lisa's mouth. She dropped to the ground as I ran down the stairs over to her, as Dean and Ben did. They both yell out for her. I bend down next to her as Dean gets a cloth to put over her wound. I push his hand for a second.

"Hold on, let me see if I can do anything," he nods as I hover my hand over the wound. The purple hues emanate from my hand. It's too bad, I couldn't help it. "I'm sorry, Dean. It's too deep, I can't do anything." I say, shaking my head as I felt a little dizzy again. He instantly put the cloth over it.

"It's okay," he says, looking from behind over to Lisa. "Here, put pressure on that, okay? I know, honey. I know," he says to Lisa. I stood up slowly. Dean starts to call Sam, but he doesn't pick up.

"All right, Ben. We gotta get her out of here, okay?" Dean says to Ben, I'd rather get out of the rest as the headache returns. I guess killing all of those demons can really take it out of a girl.

"Belle!" Dean yells at me as he picks Lisa up from the ground.

"Yeah, yeah. Ben, come over here and help me a little." I motioned for Ben to help me walk a little. He helps me up the stairs as Dean coaches him on how to use the gun. I knew that I couldn't use my powers anymore, or otherwise I'd pass out.

As we go into the other room I was just in, a demon comes around the corner. Ben drops his hold on me as he shoots the demon like Dean had instructed him to. He stands still for a second, Dean calls for him to keep going, and he grabs me again, helping me get out of the building. He shoots a few others along the way.

When we get out of the building, we hear banging on a door. "Dean!" We hear Sam yell. Dean calls back after him. Dean looks at me to see if I can open the lock on the door. I shake my head, and he puts Lisa down and shoots the lock, making it open.

Dean opens the door to reveal Sam, seeming to be a little groggy. He must have been knocked out and thrown into that room. "Come on, we gotta get to a hospital," Dean says quickly to Sam, as he looks around assessing the situation.

"Ben. Give the gun to him. Sam, we need a ride." Dean says as he picks up Lisa while Sam gets the gun from Ben.

"Yeah," Sam says, walking over to me, grabbing my waist. We both got to the car. Sam driving, me in the passenger seat, Dean, Lisa, and Ben in the back.

It was the next morning. Lisa was in pretty bad condition; it wasn't pretty. Dean had been by her side all night, along with Ben. Sam and I watched in pure hurt. I knew that if I ever saw Jake like this, I would feel horrible. Dean had checked to make sure I was okay, and I said I was fine, and for him to focus on Lisa. Sam was constantly checking on me, asking if I was okay and how my head was.

"Sam, I'm okay. It's gotten better. I just feel really bad that I couldn't do anything for Lisa." I say, turning to look through the door over at Lisa, as Dean was right by her side.

"You did everything you could. You couldn't help that your juice ran out," he says, rubbing my lower back. "Come on, let's go get some food in your system." I nodded, following him down to the cafeteria.

When we got back, Dean had told us that Cas had come and healed Lisa. He had also wiped their memory of him. I knew that Sam wasn't okay with it, but I understood Dean. The look on my face told him. I stayed with him while he told Lisa and Ben that he was the one who hit them in the 'car crash' and that he wanted to make sure they were okay.

Afterward, he turned to me, tears in his eyes, as he walked over to me, giving me a big hug. He needed me, he needed someone to be there for him. This was something that I, out of all people, could help him through, since I had been in a similar situation, and I understood.

"It's okay," I whispered to him as I felt his tears hit my shoulder. I held him close to me, tears coming to my own eyes as I felt for him. This situation was bringing back the memories of mine that I had relived just two nights ago. "Everything's going to be okay."

He pulled back, looking at me as we shared the same amount of tears. "You'll get through this," I say, moving my hand to his face. "I'll be there for you," he nodded before bringing me into another hug.

We made it out of the hospital, and tears dried up as Sam waited for us by the car. We walked across the street as we both went to the doors on the driver's side. "Well?" Sam asks, looking to Dean.

"Well, nothing," Dean says, getting into the Impala. Sam looks to me for answers, but I just shake my head, getting into the car myself. Sam followed close behind.

"Dean, you have pulled some shady crap before, but this has to got to be the worst," Sam says after he sits down in his seat, expressing his opinion on the matter. I shook my head, looking at Dean as he stared at the steering wheel in front of him. "Whitewashing their memories? Take it from somebody who knows-"

"You ever mention Lisa or Ben to me again, I will break your nose," Dean says, cutting Sam off. We all stay silent, Dean's heartache, feeling the air of the impala.

"Dean-" Sam tries to protest again.

"I'm not kidding." Dean turns to Sam, showing the hurt in his eyes as the sight of tears starts to come into the picture again. Sam doesn't say anything; he closes his door to the car before Dean starts it up.

In the car ride, I look through my phone and hover over Jake's contact. I hadn't talked to him in months, suddenly this happens, and I have the urge to call him. I sigh before closing my phone, looking out the window again, watching the trees roll by.

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Unexplainable | Knowing More Than You Should {15}

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Dean Winchester x OC

Word Count: 2k

Note: Chad Michael Murray is who I cast as Jake, just FYI.

"Jake! Come in here!" I yelled from the kitchen out to my boyfriend, who was in the living room watching TV. I was making popcorn and getting ready for the movie that we were going to watch.

I soon felt hands snake around my waist as Jake put his head on my shoulder. "Yes, babe," he says, smiling, kissing my neck as he moves my hair from around my shoulder. I turn around to him with popcorn in my hand.

"You ready?" I ask, trying not to give in and kiss him.

"Yeah, I had everything set up in the living room." I nod as he grabs my hand, bringing me into the living room. The movie had been put in 'The Craft'.

"Why this movie again?" he laughs as we sit down on the couch.

"I don't know, I just really like this movie." he puts his arm around my shoulder, and I snuggle into his chest.

The dream faded into another one. I looked around for Jake but didn't see him. Instead, I'm in my room with my brother. He is sitting on my bed, reading through one of the textbooks on witchcraft that my mom had given him. I was sitting at my desk, with English work in front of me. Trey looked younger, fourteen maybe. Back when he was learning more about witchcraft. I never had to; it just came to me. He always disliked that about me, especially when he was trying to grow his powers and I tried to help him. He tended to get frustrated when things wouldn't go his way and take it out on me.

"Belle, how easy was it for you to learn Latin?" he says, looking up at me from his book.

"Not super hard. But, you know, everyone learns things differently." I say, flipping through the English book in front of me.

"I wish I came to it naturally like you did," he mumbles before reading off the Latin to do a simple levitation spell. The pencil in front of him started to float in the air. He smiled as he had finally got it right, but his happiness was cut short by the pencil dropping back onto the bed. He cursed under his breath.

I got up from my seat at the desk, making my way over to him. I sat down in front of him and the pencil. "You just have to focus more," I said, raising my hand up at the pencil that floated in the air, before I dropped it.

"But, you could always do that. You learned that when you were five, I'm fourteen, and I couldn't even do that." I smile at him slightly. He always beat himself up for not being able to do things as quickly as I could. No one blamed him, though; he just was hard on himself.

"Mom and Dad didn't figure it out till they were around your age, you will get it soon," he sighs before going back to work on his spells. I got up and walked to my door to go to the kitchen.

When I opened the door and walked through Bobby's house, Sam and Dean sat in the living room. Sam was in the armchair beside the window while Dean sat, leaning on top of the desk.

"Belle, we need to talk," Dean says seriously. My heart slightly drops.

"What about?" I say, swallowing tightly. I was nervous. They both looked at each other before looking back at me. Sam had a heart-wrenching, worried look on his face, while Dean held a serious one.

"We know that you knew about Crowley being alive." I breathed out at Dean's comment.

"Okay, and?"

"Belle, we get that we should have told you about our interaction with him, but if you knew that he was alive, I guess you knew that we tried to kill him, right?" Dean says anger rises in his voice, making me shake a little. He never really showed how mad he was with me until this. He always hid his anger, not wanting to upset me.

"Well, I knew you would just try to kill him again. I didn't want that to happen." An angered look started to come up on my own face.

"He's a backstabbing demon, Belle. I thought that maybe you had enough sense to want him dead too," he starts yelling.

"Dean, you saw how he saved me. You still have the nerve to question even a little of me wanting him dead? He's the reason I'm still the real me, Dean! You have no idea what it was like to have that darkness brought out in me. It's like being possessed. Your good parts of you have no control over you anymore. And that was mostly me," he rolls his eyes, looking away.

"Leave," he says, looking into my eyes with a dead stare.

"What?" I say, starting to choke up on my words. I look at Sam to see a pained expression on his face. "Sam-"

"Go, Belle!" Dean yells, pointing behind me. Tears streamed down my face as I turned around, walking to the door.

Next thing you know, I was back with Jake. Different scenery. It was the day he graduated from college. Right before I left him. I remembered him being so happy that day, but the next one, I ruined everything. He was going to ask me to marry him the next week at a family dinner, so that my parents were there to witness it. My heart hurt at the memory.

It was after the ceremony, we were walking back to his car. His gown was open, and you could see his suit underneath. His tie was loose, so it was more comfortable for him. He held his hand on the small of my back as he led me to his blue Toyota Tacoma. He had loved that truck. He got it on his sixteenth birthday, and he would never let it get out of shape.

"You ready to head home?" he asks as he gets to the passenger door, but doesn't open it.

"Yeah, whenever you want. It's you're big day," he smiles, turning fully to me. He leans in, putting his hand up to my face, giving me a long, passionate kiss. I fell into the kiss, never wanting to let go. I was so happy with him, I never wanted to leave. But I had to.

I pull away, looking into his hazel eyes with sadness in mine. "Jake, we need to talk."

"What is it?" Concern all over his face. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asks as a tear drops down my face.

"I have to break up with you," I said quietly enough for him to hear.

"What? What are you talking about, Rina?" he asked, giving me his nickname he would always say to me. It hurt my heart even more.

"We have to break up. You can't stay with me. It's too dangerous." I say, looking down between us, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"Baby," he pulls my chin up to look at him with his hand. "What's going on?" Tears welled up in his own eyes, and my heart dropped.

"I'm sorry," I say, tears blurring my vision. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if he had gotten hurt because of me. Especially with Lucifer out there still trying to find me. I break from his grip, starting to walk away, and he grabs my wrist, pulling me back.

"No. You can't just leave like that, Belle. You have to tell me the real reason. Don't say some bullshit like you're too dangerous. I know you, Belle, you are the sweetest, most kindhearted person in the world. You would never hurt me on purpose," he rambles on, trying to get me to stay with him.

"That's the point. I may not be dangerous, but the people after me are. They won't stop. You'll get hurt because of me. I can't let that happen, Jake. You mean too much to me. I love you too much." I was full-on blubbering.

"Don't I get a say in this? You're my girlfriend. You've been my girlfriend for two years. I love you so much that I would do anything to protect you. Please just don't do this," he says, the tears falling quickly from his eyes down to his cheeks. I had never seen him cry until now.

"I have to protect you, too, Jake. That's why I have to leave. Go live your normal life. Do it for me. If there were another way, I would take it over this a million times, but there is no other way. I'm sorry. I love you." I said before releasing myself from his grip, walking away.

I was in a dark room, and all I could see was myself. Tries dropping off my face. Hurting, with every drop. I loved him, and I really miss him sometimes. Maybe after all of this, I can go back to him one day. But I can hide the feelings I have for the Winchesters. Especially, how drawn I am to Dean.

"Belle." I heard a male voice call out to me. I looked around, trying to find the holder of the voice, but couldn't see anyone. "Belle, wake up. I need your help." I heard again. I held my eyes shut for a moment, trying to wake up.

Suddenly, a scene flashed before my eyes. It was Lisa and Ben being taken by some people, whom I assumed were demons based on how they were acting. Lisa was yelling for them to let her go while they snapped a man's neck that she was with. Ben was upstairs on the phone with someone, then I heard him say Dean's name. He was about to jump out of the window to get away, but it was too late; someone came into his room and took him as well. Next thing, Crowley is picking up the phone, talking to Dean.

I woke up, startled. I looked over to my right to see Dean sitting there with my Dad and Sam at the door. I look around the room until my eyes land on my phone on the side table. I grabbed it as Dean placed his hand on my arm to stop me.

"Belle. What's wrong?" he says with a worried glance.

"I saw it. Lisa and Ben. They got taken by some demons and Crowley. Ben, he-he was on the phone with you." he looked at me, amazed at how I knew about it.

"Wait, how-?" he starts to ask, losing his grip on me.

"Crowley, he wanted me to see it. Probably wanted me to help him, take his side. But that's not gonna happen." I say while opening my phone, dialing Crowley's number. I put it up to my ear, and after a few rings, he picks up.

"Hello, love. Get my tellagram?"

"You have gone too far," I say into the phone, grit in my voice.

"Well then, guess you aren't on my side this time."

"Why would I? This is low even for you."

"I thought that since I saved your life, you would side with me, but, guess that human thing can give you feelings for those Winchesters."

"I will find you, Crowley. And if no one holds me back, and with Dean's permission, I'll be the one to kill you. You and I both know I can." I said before hanging up, not letting him get a word in.

"Well, I guess I don't have to ask you to come help us?" Dean asks.

"Nope, you don't."

[pommeauromarin]

Enemies to lovers, but only one of them thinks they're enemies. The other has been entirely obsessed since the beginning.

Only acceptable way for me to read this trope

[pparkerreads]

Unexplainable | Eve

Unexplainable Masterlist

Dean Winchester X OC Word Count: 5k

See, there's a difference between the Winchesters and me. I was honest. I told them what I did when I did it and why. Except for the fact that I had contact with Crowley, partially. A while back, he had called me, telling me the Winchesters almost killed him. They thought he was dead, but I knew he was alive. That's all I knew. I didn't know about his plans for purgatory. But knowing he was alive was enough for them. Though they didn't tell me what they had thought they did to Crowley. I felt hurt. But, enough of that, let's get to the good stuff.

I sat in Bobby's basement with Dean as he filled the phoenix ash into the different gun shells. He had done five so far.

"Hey," Sam says as he and Bobby make it down the stairs. "How are you doing?"

"Five shells, that's how I'm doing," Dean says, answering Sam's question, his eyes still fixated on the phoenix ash-filled shells in front of him.

"Well, you know, it's a hell of a lot more than we had last week," Sam says after he sighs.

"Maybe." Dean puts down his work, turning to Bobby and Sam. I sat next to Dean, our knees almost touching.

"Meaning?" Bobby asks, confused by what he had just said.

"Meaning I just had myself a little mishap a few minutes ago and uh, well, here look." Dean grabs some of the phoenix ash, rubbing it on his skin, we had figured out that it didn't burn him.

"Whoa," Sam says to try and stop him, but nothing happens to Dean's skin.

"Huh." Bobby is still kind of confused as to why it didn't hurt him.

"This stuff is supposed to burn the bejesus out of Eve. Doesn’t even give me a sunburn." I don't even want to try it. It's also one of the things that can hurt me, too. They don't know that, though. My grandma told me to tell no one what can hurt me. Only deep lore can tell them, and that's pretty hard to find.

"The lore says it works," Bobby says. This still doesn't sit well with Dean.

"That's always reliable," Dean says sarcastically.

"Well, you know what? Maybe it's like iron or silver, you know?" Dean gets up as Sam continues to talk. "Hurts them, not us?"

"Maybe, but a fat load of good it does us till we find the bitch." Dean grabs a rag cleaning his arm off.

"I'm looking, but I'm thinking maybe it's time you made a call." Bobby refers to Cas. I get up to stand between Sam and Bobby.

"Why's it always gotta be me, huh? It's not like cas live in my ass. The dude's busy." We all see Cas appear behind Dean, Dean turns to him, not seeming to be pleased with how close he was. "Cas, get out of my ass."

"I was never in your-" Cas says as they share a glance. I almost talked about how Dean rhymed, but held it back. "Have you made any progress in locating Eve?"

"We were going to ask you that," I say, looking to Cas.

"No, I've looked, but she's hidden from me. She's hidden from all angels."

"Awesome," Dean says, throwing his hands up in the air, looking over at us.

"You know, what we really need is an inside man," Sam says, trying to find another way to find her.

"What do you mean?"

"Something with claws and sympathy," Sam explains to Dean.

"Like a friendly monster? Those are in short supply these days, don't you think?"

"Sure, but we've met one or two, right?"

"Maybe."

"So, maybe we can find one."

We had waited for a while, for Cas to come back with a friendly vampire the boys had met a couple of years ago. Her name was lenore. Cas soon came back, having his hand on the frightened girl's shoulder. Sam stood up as we all looked over to them.

"Lenore," Sam says, starting to make his way over to her. She starts to run. "Wait. Wait. Wait. Hey, hey. Lenore. Stop. Look," Sam stood her, holding his hands up to her, as she stopped herself on a bookcase.

"We're happy you're here," Sam says calmly. I examined her face, she seemed to have dirt on her. I wasn't sure where she came from but something seemed to be wrong.

"It's been a long time. You remember us?" Dean asks, looking at the frightened woman.

"I remember. Your hunter friend almost killed me." Lenore says, looking between the boys.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, he turned into a vampire and I copped his head off," Sam reassured her. I remember Rufus. He was weird.

"Yeah, with razor wire. Wicked." Dean says, smiling a little. Sam turned to him with a 'really?' face.

"Well, that's something. What's going on? Why am I here?" she asks, looking at Sam.

"Well, that's Cas." he points over at the angel. "He's our friend. And we need to talk to you. About Eve."

"Eve? I have nothing to say about Eve."

"You sure about that?" Dean asks, giving her his serious look.

"I'm trying to stay away from her. Believe me."

"Where's your nest?" Sam questioned her.

"Gone. They couldn't fight it anymore. It's her voice, in our heads. What it does to us. So they left, started killing people," she explained.

"But not you." Sam is quick to reply.

"Don't look so impressed. I was hiding in a basement, not exactly Club Med. You don't know how hard it is not to give in. Everyone gives in."

"Alright, so this psychic two-way you got, that means you know where Mom's camped?" Dean asks, trying to get to the point of why she's here right now.

"You've got to be kidding me? You want me to tell you where she is? You do know she could be listening to us right now. I might as well be a video camera. What are you thinking?"

"So we don't have the element of surprise. We're still going in." Bobby says, looking from the boys back to Lenore.

"You're crazy. I can't help you," she says, looking back over to Sam.

"Can't or won't?" I ask as she glances at me looking puzzled for a second looking back to Sam.

"Look, it's clear as day, you still give a crap. You don't want to kill, and you don't want this whole planet dead." Sam continues on.

"You actually believe you can stop her?"

"Just tell us where she is."

"Grants Pass, Oregon. And now she knows you're coming."

"Well, let's go see." Bobby says as we all start to turn, Lenore stops us.

"Hold on. I didn't tell you just out of the goodness of my heart. I need something." She fixes her eyes on Sam and Dean.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Kill me." she begs.

"Lenore-" Sam starts to say but is cut off by Dean.

"We'll lock you down till this is over. Witness protection. You'll be safe."

"You don't get it. It's not about that. I'm dangerous. I hear her voice all the time."

"You're not like the rest of them." Sam goes to interrupt.

"I'm exactly like them. I fed. I couldn't help it. The girl couldn't have been more than sixteen, Sam. I'll do it again. I can't stop. Not anymore. You have to please." She begs to draw herself closer to him.

"Lenore-" Before Sam could fully protest, Cas was behind her, his hand on her head as he killed her just like she wanted. The bright light admitted from her face causing us all to look away. She dropped to the ground as we all looked back over to Cas.

"We needed to move this along." Cas says, the boys packed up with the weapons and Cas brought us to Grants Pass, Oregon. We looked around and the town seemed normal.

"Well, I was expecting more zombieland, less pleasantville." Dean said as we all continued to look around, children were riding their bikes down the street.

"Just because it looks quiet don't mean it is. Especially if she's got a clue we're coming." Bobby says.

"Yeah, well, if she's here, I'm glad we got Smitey Mcsmiterton and hocus pocus on our squad." Dean says pointing to me and Cas, I roll my eyes at what he called me. "All right. Where do we start?"

"I'm gonna need a computer." Bobby says before we start to walk through the town. We got to a diner and I felt something heavy on me. I didn't have a good feeling about this.

The guys sat in the booth while I sat in a chair by the table. Bobby was on Sam's tablet looking stuff up about the town.

"All right. I finally got the police database. No thanks to this. I asked for a computer." Bobby says, lifting the tablet up looking at Sam.

"It is a computer." Sam says mouth is full of food.

"No, a computer had buttons." Bobby looks back down at the tablet, as a waitress asks if we need anything else. Dean quickly replies to her before our focus goes back on Bobby.

"Anything?" I ask, feeling off about this place.

"Oh. Nickel-and-dime stuff, nothing weird. Basically, dead end. You think vampira was lying?" Bobby asks all of us.

"I'll search the town. Give me a moment." Cas says, we wait for him to disappear but he doesn't.

"Cas, we can still see you." Dean says looking to Cas.

"Yeah, I'm still here."

"Okay, well, you don't have to wait on us." Cas closes his eyes trying to fly away but it doesn't work. "Well, now it just looks like you're pooping." Dean jokes.

"Something's wrong."

"What, are you stuck?" Dean asks as we all start to get concerned.

"I'm blocked. What about you Belle?" Cas asks.

"Hold on, let me look." I close my eyes for a minute, I open them again revealing them to be a dark purple, unusual as my regular power filled eyes are a medium purple. I flick them again, back to normal, before breathing out.

"No, no, no." I say making all of them look at me with concern in their eyes. I wiped over my wrist to reveal some ancient symbols that are in a dark purple. "This is not good."

"What is that?" Dean says, making me look up at him.

"They are my powers, the things that I can reach in a way. These are not my regular ones. This only happened once, when Lucifer first met me. He turned my powers bad. this isn't good." I say swiping it back makes the symbols go away.

"What happened?" Sam says, looking at me in my eyes.

"I went to the dark side, like when Willow did in Buffy. It'll be bad. If I do, you guys need to call my mom. My family are the only ones that can get me back to normal okay?" Sam stares at me, understanding what I mean. Dean still has that deep concern in his eyes.

"I assume it's Eve, having this effect on us." Cas says, staring at me, I nod thinking the same thing. 

"So wait, mom's making you limp." Dean points to Cas before turning to me. "And trying to make you go to the dark side."

"Figuratively, yes." Cas says, trying to get Dean's metaphor.

"How?" Dean asks Cas.

"I don't know, but she is."

"Great, because without your power, you're just a baby in a trench coat, and Belle can't use her powers at all." Dean says frustrated. Cas looking out the window not saying anything.

"I think you hurt his feelings, Dean." I sigh, having my puppy eyes on, looking Dean in the eyes.

"I got something here, maybe. Had to go federal to get it. Call went out from the local office to the CDC last night." Bobby says, reading off of the tablet he holds in his hands.

"About what?" Sam asks, still chewing on his salad.

"A Dr. Silver called in an illness he couldn't identify. Patient's a twenty-five year old african american named Ed Bright." he turns the table to us showing us the guys driver's license.

"Well, that's not much to go on." Dean sighs out.

"Well, it's our only lead, so-" Bobby continues.

"So beggars can't be choosers, right I get it. All right, well, let's finish up." Dean says before getting another piece of his food, throwing it into his mouth. 

After we had gone by the doctor's office and scooped out the place. We had found the guy, Ed’s, body. We went to his house to scope it out. After a while, we were waiting on Sam and Bobby, Dean had turned to look at me as I was in the backseat.

"What did you mean earlier when you said you went to the dark side before?" he looks at me confused. I wasn't sure how to explain it. I grabbed his hands from beside him.

"Listen, this is going to be really weird but you have to trust me." he nodded, squeezing my hands in his. "For us it will probably be about fifteen minutes, but for Cas it'll be a couple."

Cas nods at me as I start my magic. The purple color streams from my eyes down to my arms. Up to Dean's arms then his eyes.

We popped into the horrible night a couple years ago. We were in the church. Dean looked around for a second, letting go of one of my hands and holding on to the other.

"Is this?" he asks, looking back at me with concern.

"Yeah, it's the day Lucifer rose. I was here, you guys just didn't know that. When God or whoever put you on that plane they left me, knowing that I wasn't going to get hurt. At least physically." We turn to see me walk through the doors, seeing Dean and Sam disappear as the bright light engulf the whole room.

It calmed down, to show nothing, but I knew that I could see Lucifer. Dean just couldn't.

"Lucifer is here. You just can't see him. He only lets people see him when he wants them too. You can't hear him either, but he's telling me that he knows me." Dean stares at me with sympathy in his eyes.

"He's talking about my power, that there's a darkness to it. He wanted to show me." Suddenly, my body in front of us was engulfed in dark purple flames. Dean tries to run after the perception of me, but I hold him back. "Dean, it's fine. This was me two years ago. I'll be okay."

The flames stopped at my eyes and were cast over in a dark purple. "What's happening?" Dean said looking at me, then we were back at my home. This time I was in our safe room. I was being held back by my mom and dad's magic. Trey was cuffing my hands to the wall.

"What are they doing to you?" Dean asks, confused by the situation.

"I basically had to realize that dark magic is not good for me. The only people who could show me were my family." We looked over at me as my parents held out their arms mumbling Latin as my brother held my face in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

"Belle! Please! You have to stop this! Don't let him get to you!" Trey yelled at me, I just laughed evilly.

"Sorry, the old belle can't make it to the phone right now." I flicked my eyes to show the dark purple haze that filled them.

I waved my hand bringing us to a different memory. It was the night that Crowley came to them. We were in the living room watching over my parents and Trey as they talked to the crossroads demon.

"Please, tell us what we need to do." My dad pleaded, holding my mom's hand as my mom cried in his arms.

"I can help, but once she's out she needs to come with me. I can protect her from Lucifer, so that this won't happen again. If this goes on for much longer I'm afraid she will lose her soul for good." Crowley explains.

"Okay." My brother says looking up at him.

"Trey, no." My mother cries out looking at my little brother with hurt all over her face.

"This is the only way mom. You heard him, she'll lose her soul. Belle, won't be Belle anymore. Lucifer will just keep coming back to make her dark again. We need to let him take her, for her own safety." Trey's tear stained face hurt me more than anything. I wave us away and we appear in my room.

"See dean." I say letting a tear slip down my face. "I can't have that happen again. It'll be too bad. If I get close you have to call my mom. They can give me something and I'll just sleep it off for a couple of days. I wanted to show you this so you know what it felt like for the people around me. God, Jake was a mess. I didn't want to show you that because it would hurt too much even for me. Do you understand now?"

He nods, grabbing my face with his hands. "I won't let you get that bad. I promise."

In a second we were back in the car. "Good, Sam and Bobby are here." Cas says before getting out of the car. Me and Dean exchanged a look before getting out of the car ourselves.

As we got out of the car, Sam and Bobby crossed the street coming over to us.

"So we got a missing doctor and an oozy patient, huh?" Dean says, Sam and Bobby are now right next to us.

"Yeah, plot thickens." Sam says jokingly.

"Well, let's go see what ed's roommates have to say." Dean says, turning to his right to see Cas come from around the car.

"Does Ed Bright have a brother?" Cas asks all of us.

"No. Why?" Bobby says.

“Then that's not his twin." Cas says pointing his head over to the window of the house. Someone that had looked like Ed Bright stood in the window, slowly trying to close the curtains.

"So, what shifter?" Sam asks as we all seem to catch off guard.

"I don't know what we're looking at." Bobby says as we see the Ed look alike cough viciously.

"Dean and I will go in. You three stay, watch the door. Something comes out, shoot it." Sam says to me, Cas and Bobby.

"Best guess, silver bullets." Dean says, I checked in my jacket to make sure my own gun was in there, already loaded with silver bullets.

"I am fairly inexperienced with firearms." cas says, a worried look on his face.

"You know who whines? Babies." Dean says patting Castiel before walking to the house with sam. I laugh a little at what Dean says, causing Cas to look at me with a sadden look on his face.

After Sam and Dean had searched inside, Sam had told us everything that happened.

"Well, I don't get it. A bunch of regular joes walk up shifters? What the hell?" Dean says walking down the stairs of the porch.

"Shifters usually run in families. This looks like an infection. Nobody touched nothing?" Bobby asks, looking at the boys with a weary glance.

"Well, I'm bathing in purell tonight." Dean sighs out.

"So, he said they met a girl." Sam explains.

"It's got to be Eve." Dean continues.

"But, why would she do this?" Cas asked with a confused look on his face.

"Mommy monster. Make more." Bobby explains what he thinks.

"Cas has got a point. If she's gonna make a shifter army why make one that's sick, gooey and dying?" Dean asks, looking at Bobby. Bobby sighs.

"Add that to the pile of crap that don't make sense."

"So should we hit the bar?" Sam asks. Then we were off.

We came into the bar expecting anything but what we had seen. Dodies lied everywhere. Everyone was dead. tables were toppled over, glass everywhere from things that were broken. We walked in farther to inspect more.

"Well, the sheriff's a mook but still, you'd think he'd notice this many missing folks." Bobby says as we continue to look around at all the dead bodies.

"Got a vamp over here." Dean says making all of our attention turn to him. The body that laid in front of him had fangs coming out of its mouth. He picked up its arm to show a pointed object that was coming from it's arm. "Nope. scratch that. We got a wraith. What the hell? What has teeth and a spike?"

"Never seen that in my life." Bobby says as Dean stood up and looked to him for answers.

"Oh, great. So Eve's making hybrids now?" I say looking around at the other bodies around this one.

"Looks like." Bobby says doing the same.

"The question is, why? I mean, what does she want with a-? What do you call these?" Dean says looking back down at the body.

"Well, congrats. You discovered it. You get to name it." Bobby says before walking away from Dean.

"Jefferson starships." We all look back at him confused. "Huh? Because they're horrible and hard to kill." Dean smiles, at his name he had come up with for the vampire/wraith creature.

"Looks like the whole bar has been turned into the-" Sam starts.

"Jefferson starships." Dean finishes for Sam before he could call them something else.

"Fine. But why are all the starships dead?" Sam continues.

"I can't say, but it looks like they all burned up." Bobby explains.

"What?" I ask, looking at him questionably not understanding what he meant.

"Like a high fever, like the flu." Bobby continued.

"What the hell is going on here? Does every monster in this town have the motaba virus?" Dean asks, bending down beside the counter of the bar to look at another body.

"Hands where I can see them." Someone yelled coming into the room with a gun in hand. It was the sheriff and some deputies. I raised my hands up and debated using my magic, I didn't want to use it on all of us because it would take more out of me, plus the more I use the more likely I go all willow.

Dean had crawled behind the counter so he wasn't seen. They had started to cuff everyone and when the one came over to me I stared into his eyes flashing the dark purple into his. "You never saw me." I said, and with that he left me with Dean.

Once all of them were out of the room, Dean stood up looking over to me.

"How did you do that?"

"Dark magic, I could only use it on myself." I say before stepping over the bodies around me making my way to the door, Dean following behind me.

When we walked into the police station, we saw that the sheriff and deputies were starships. Dean went over to the one that had Cas on the wall cutting its head off. I went over to the one that was on Bobby cutting its head off. Dean was just about to cut off the sheriff's head but Sam stopped him. We had decided to keep him for questioning.

We had questioned the monster sheriff. Sam and Dean had found two boys in another room. they had taken them to a relative. I was left with Bobby and Cas. Cas had figured out where Eve was camped out and headed out once Sam and Dean got back. We were all loaded with phoenix ash gun shells. Sam and Dean headed in before we would. They talked to her for a while we waited outside.

That was until some of her goons came out and got us. When they had brought us into the room the first thing I noticed was she was appearing like the boys' mother.

"Well, so much for your plan b." she turns to us, my breath caught in my throat. She looks at Castiel. "And you, wondering. 'Why so flaccid?' I'm older than you, Castiel. I know what makes angels tick. As long as I'm around, consider yourself unplugged."

She turns to me, putting her hand on my face. "You are one of my best works. Everything evil inside of you. All me. You are one of my most beautiful creation. I can't wait to see you in full swing." she says, smiling at me.

"Don't touch her bitch." Dean yells at her, she turns to him quickly.

"Watch your tone, young man." she says in a motherly voice, before laughing a little. She walks back over to them. "Work for me. Belle, will. Though she doesn't have much of a choice. It's a good deal. bonus, I won't kill your friends."

"All right, look, the last few months, we've been working for an evil dick. We're not about to sign up for an evil bitch. We don't work with demons. We don't work with monsters. And if that means you gotta kill us, then kill us." Dean says, starting to raise his voice.

"Or I turn you, and you do what I want to anyway." she says, smiling slightly at them.

"Beat me with a wire hanger, answer's still no." Suddenly she appeared behind him grabbing his shoulders. Sam shot up from his seat causing two men to come up behind him pulling him back.

"Don't test me." Eve says slowly and quietly next to Dean's ear.

"Bite me." Dean says as a smart remark. She takes it literally and starts to bite him.

"Dean!" I yell out for him. She lets go, coughing, as Dean gripped his neck from the blood coming out of it. He turns around to her.

"Phoenix ash. One shell. One ounce of whiskey, down the hatch. Little musty on the after burn. Call you later, mom." she bent over as her body pulsated from the phoenix ash. Dark veins all around her hairline, as she turned back into the body she was in before. Murky water dripped from her as blood came out of her mouth. She looked at all of us just as she dropped to the ground dead.

The monsters all fought around us, going into a panic. As Cas' powers were back he held up his hand a bright light starting to admit them from existence.

"Shut your eyes." he said, making us all cover our eyes as the bright light engulfed the room, making all of the starships drop dead to the floor of the diner. Once it was okay to look we opened our eyes looking around at all the dead monsters.

"We gotta take you on more monster hunts." Bobby says and I nod at his comment.

"Hey, Cas, um. Dean's bleeding pretty good." Sam says basically asking for cas to heal Dean.

"I think she turned me into a Jefferson starship. Could you clear that up too?" Dean asks, Cas lays his hand on his shoulder, healing him completely. "All right, we're good. We gotta go. Now."

"Where?" Cas questions, as me and Bobby also look at Dean confused.

"The kid. The little kid, he's one of them." Dean says, Cas looking at him with a disappointed face.

"Unbelievable."

"Yeah, I know, Cas. You told me, all right? Let's just go." Dean says, and with that we are at what I assumed was the kid's uncle's house. We appeared in the living room to see the man dead in the middle of the room. "So we kill the wicked witch and she still wins. I mean they could have turned have the town by now. Don't say it." Dean motions to Cas before he could say anything.

"Found them." Bobby says from the other room, we all get there to see both of the boys dead.

"Well, who ganked them?" Dean asks. Sam bends down, picking up some sort of power on his fingertips. Sulfur.

"Demons." Sam answers Dean's question. "So, what do you think?"

"I think that demons don't give a crap about monster tweens unless they're told to." They know that Crowley is alive now.

"So you think she was telling the truth?"

"Truth about what?" Cas questioned not picking up on what they were talking about. I knew. just by feeling their energy.

"She said that Crowley is still kicking." Dean answered I backed away a little, not looking to piss them off by expressing my opinion on this whole thing.

"But I burned his bones. How-? Was she certain?"

"Sounded pretty sure. According to her, Crowley's still water boarding her kids somewhere."

"I don't understand."

"Well, he's a crafty son of a bitch." I nod at that.

"I'm an angel. I'll look into it immediately." Cas was gone, leaving the flutter of wings to tell us bye.

"Cas! Well, let us know what you find out." Dean yells out, Bobby and Sam walk into the other room Dean follows. I walk the opposite of them, getting my phone out to call my mom. After even using a little of that magic I wanted to do the sleep off thing just in case.

"Hey mom. I think I'm going to come home for a few days. Ran into some trouble and I think I should use that sleep off potion to keep me well balanced if that's okay with you."

"That's fine honey. When will you be home."

"Soon, Mom. Soon."

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Unexplainable | Welcome to the Wild West

Unexplainable Masterlist

Dean Winchester x OC

Word Count: 5.6k (it's a long one, you guys)

"It's here somewhere; I know it. Help me move this," Sam says to Bobby. They moved the desk that was in the middle of the room over to the side. Sam bent down, pulling a nail out of the wooden floor, a square part of which acted as a type of door. Sam opens it as Dean shines a light down the dark opening.

"Well, I'll be damned." Bobby says before we each start to head down the ladder like a staircase into the underground room. Sam was the first to go down, he had turned on the lights in the small squared room. Once we were all down there, we all looked around, noticing all the books.

"Welcome to the Campbell family library." Sam says as we continue to look around. Dean shines his flash light over at a wall with old looking pictures on it. I walk around looking at the books. I hover my hand over each of them as I go down the line, getting farther into the room.

"So, Samuel collected all of this stuff, huh?" Dean questions as he continues to glance around the room, flashlight still in his hand.

"Apparently." Sam replies, still looking around himself.

"Wow." I am still in awe of all of the books and other things littered around the room.

"What are we looking for?" Dean asks, looking toward Bobby for an answer.

"Well, anything that'll put a run in the octomom's stockings. Pick a row." he says before we all go to our chosen spots looking through the book trying to find anything on the 'mother of all'.

We fall into the research like it's nothing. Searching through the books of anything and everything to put that bitch down. So far I haven't found anything interesting. As I look through the books I think about how Dean had been actually like nothing had happened just those couple of weeks ago when he was at my house. I've tried to talk to him about it but, to no avail, he was still avoiding the subject completely. Sam and I had been acting like we usually did around each other. I could see Dean's side glances sometimes. How he would seem slightly jealous at Sam and I's friendship.

I wasn't trying to have anything more with them. In all honesty I was still hung up on jake. I know it had been two years but, my heart still longed for him knowing he was out there somewhere. I still had yet to truly move on.

Bobby had found something on how to kill eve a while ago. He was now looking through it trying to fully figure it out. "Any of you jokers ever heard anything about a phoenix?" Bobby looks between us as he presents his question. Me and Sam shake our heads but Dean being Dean comes back with a smart remark.

"River, Joaquin or the giant flaming bird?" Sam smiles slightly at Dean's joke but I just roll my eyes.

"It says here that the ashes of a phoenix can burn the mother." Bobby says, explaining more on his question.

"Great. Where do we get one?" I ask, looking for more on the subject.

"You got me. I thought it was a myth." Bobby says, looking at me before looking back at the boys. I lean back, sighing loudly.

"Alright, great. Well, let's see if we can find something out about a phoenix." Sam says, we all go back to researching except this time we are obviously looking for something on a phoenix.

Dean had walked back over to one of the shelves looking for another book. I assumed he had found something based on his reaction after he looked at what seemed to be a leather journal.

"Guys. Guys, guys, guys, check this out." he says as he excitedly sits down at the table. "'March 5th, 1891. Sunrise, wyoming. Gun killed a phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash.'"

"Really? Whose gun?" Sam questions, looking at Dean.

"Colt's." Dean looks at Sam giddy.

"Colt? Colt, like-?"

"Like the colt. From," dean picks up the journal, turning it around for us to see the front. "Samuel Colt's journal." he opens it up to reveal a page with Samuel's name on it showing that it was his. I get up to get a better look at it, I stand next to where Sam is sitting eying the journal in Dean's hands.

"What? That's his?" Sam asks, starting to get as excited as Dean.

"Yeah."

"Dude, no."

"Dude, yes." I laugh a little at their childish behavior.

"Well, let me see-" Sam says, trying to reach for the journal. Dean pulls it back as soon as Sam reaches out for it.

"Get your own." Dean says like a child that doesn't want to share his toy. He puts his legs up, opening the journal to read some more of it.

"What else did he say about the phoenix? What does it look like? Does it have feathers?" Bobby's questions come one behind the other.

"Just says 'phoenix'." Dean answers, looking up to Bobby for a second before looking back down.

"Did he say where he tracked it?"

"No."

"Well, I guess we gotta find one of our own. Whatever it is." I say, going to sit back down in my seat.

"I know where we can find one." Dean says, turning in his seat to face Sam. He looks between all of us as we anxiously await his answer. "March 5th, 1861, Sunrise, Wyoming. We'll Star Trek four this bitch."

We all look at each other, not getting Dean's reference. "I only watched deep space nine." Bobby says, dean looks at me. I raise my hands in the air.

"I'm more of a star wars kind of gal." I say, Dean looks back over to Sam and he shrugs his shoulders.

“It's like I don't even know you guys anymore." he says looking down disappointed at our lack of knowledge when it comes to star trek. "Star trek four, save the whales. we hop back in time, join up with samuel colt, hunt the phoenix and then we hail the ashes back home with us." Dean continues, slamming his fist onto the table, excited with his plan.

"Time travel?" Bobby says Dean smiles happily at his plan. He looks like a kid on Christmas after he gets the new video game he wanted. It's actually quite funny.

“Yeah." Dean says, smiling his butt off.

"That a reasonable plan?"

"We got a guy who can swing it." Dean looks at us for a moment before standing up and bowing his head down. "Castiel. The uh, fate of the world is in the balance, so come on down here." We all look around waiting for cas to appear in the room, but it doesn't happen. Dean peaks his eyes out to notice he wasn't there, he closes them again continuing to pray.

"Come on, cas. i dream of jeannie your ass down here, pronto. please." we hear a flutter of wings and a woman pops up behind me. 'Where's cas?' I think, as I turn to look at the women.

"Jeannie?" Dean asks, looking at the angel.

"Rachel. I understand you need some assistance. How can I help you?" she says looking between all of us in question.

"Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the big kahuna."

"I'm here on Castiel's behalf."

"Where's he?" Sam says, causing Rachel to turn to him.

"Busy." she replies quickly.

"Busy?" Dean asks, making her shift her attention back to him.

“Yes."

"Well, we've got a line on the mother of freaking everything, so-" Dean argues.

"I'm sure you issue is very important, but Castiel is currently commanding an army, so-"

"So we get stuck with miss moneypenny." I hold my laughter back from Dean's sassy comment.

"So you need to learn your place." haha!

"I don't know who you think you are-" Dean says, frustration coming with his voice.

"His friend."

"You think we're not?" Sam says, making anger switch off in her head.

"I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war."

"We get that."

"Clearly you don't or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little piece-!"

"Rachel." We hear Cas interrupt her as all our heads turn to him. Silence fills the room for a moment. "That's enough."

"I told you I'd take care of this." Rachel's voice is now calm as she talks to Cas.

"It's all right, you can go." she turns to him with a questionable look.

"You're staying?"

"Go." Cas is quick to reply to her question with a serious look on his face. "I'll come when I can." And with that she disappears leaving the sound of winging fluttering behind her.

"Wow. Friend of yours?" Dean says motion to where the angel once was.

"She's, uh, my lieutenant. She's committed to the cause. Now what do you need?"

Dean and I were at a western store getting costumes, since we were going back to that time. He had picked out a few things for him and Sam, after he was done we had found a dress that was a deep purple. It looks like one of those dresses that you would see women wear during this era of time. 

"That would look nice on you." Dean says, looking up and down at the dress.

"Do you really think so?" I say looking up at him.

"Yeah." he says, staring at me in the eyes. I realize just how close his face is to mine. "You'll look beautiful." He grabs my face with one of his hands.

"Dean." I say looking at him with hard eyes.

"I know." he pulls his hand away, I regret saying anything for a moment. He turns, walking to the cash register, I follow slowly behind. 

We get back to Bobby's, Dean holds his and Sam's clothes while I hold mine. We walk into the house bags in hand.

"Twenty-four hours is all I can risk. If I don't pull you home within that time, you'll be lost to me." We hear Cas from the other room, we both walk in through the kitchen.

"Well, then we better get you a watch." Dean says as we both walk into the main room with the bags hating from our hands.

"What the hell's all that?" Bobby asks, looking toward the four bags Dean had.

"We are going native. Gotta blend in." Dean holds up the bag to Sam showing the 'Wally's Western World' logo on it.

"Uh," Sam says, looking at the bag laughing a little thinking this was a joke. "No, thanks. I'm fine."

"Sam." Dean says, starting to argue with him.

"Dean, I can wear this." Sam gestures to his outfit he already had on.

"Like a spaceman?" I laughed at Dean's comment.

"Look, just because you're obsessed with that wild west stuff-"

"No I'm not."

"You have a fetish dean." I looked at Dean after Sam's comment. No wonder he told me I'd look good in that dress.

"Shut up, I like old movies."

"You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made."

"Even the monkey movies?" Bobby asks Sam.

"Especially the monkey movies."

"His name is Clyde." Dean says, Sam holds his hand up to Dean showing that he proved his point. I laugh. "At least wear the damn shirt." Dean holds the bag up to Sam, Sam sighs before taking the bag.

After we all get dressed the boys go down first looking back up at the top of the stairs where I was. They both stared at me looking at me with awe as I made my way down the steps in the big purple dress. Once I make it all the way down the stairs we go into the living room.

"Dean, this is stupid. I look stupid." I thought they both looked great. The blanket on Dean looks a little out of place though. We come in front of Bobby, Sam looking pissed off, Dean looking happy at the appearance. I just stared down at the dress that was on my body. It wasn't completely comfortable. The corset under was slightly tight since I didn't have anyone to fully tighten it for me but it still made my body fit to the dress.

"Going to a hoedown?" Bobby says, looking at Dean eyeing his outfit.

"Now, is it customary to wear a blanket?" Cas asks, confused as to how Dean’s appearance was normal for that time period.

"It's a serape." Dean says with a happy smile on his face. He was enjoying this too much. "And yes, it's uh. Nevermind, let's just go." Dean picked up the gold  trinkets that were lying in the bag along with a gun. "What's this?"

"Where you're going they don't take plastic." Bobby explains as Dean nods and gathers the bag up.

"I'll send you back to March fourth. That should give you time to find the colt. And this phoenix creature." Cas says coming over to us.

"All right, well, see you at high noon tomorrow, partner." Dean says while winking over at the both of them. Both Sam and Dean grab each of my hands as Cas puts his fingers on our heads, sending us back in time.

We landed just outside of the town. The sign over us telling us that we were instead in Sunrise, Wyoming. Both of their hands linger on mine for a moment before they let go. Dean walks forward as we all look around, a huge smile is plaster over his face.

"Oh, now we're talking." Dean says, continuing to look around. "All right, let's go find Samuel Colt. Hey, we should try the saloon first to see what we get from the locals."

Sam starts his timer on his watch, "Sure, whatever, sundance." he says to dean, looking at the town that laid in front of us.

"Think we'll have time to hit on the saloon girls?" I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Kidding. Come on."

I look in front of us seeing Sam about to step in some horse poop but, don't let him know in time cause him to put his foot down in it. I raise my hand up to my mouth holding back my laughter.

"Oh, damn it. Come on." He raises up his shoe looking down at the damage.

"You know what that is?" Dean asks as Sam has a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah. It's horse-"

"Authenticity." Dean says before grabbing my hand dragging me with him leaving Sam behind a little ways. We walk into the town as Sam tries to catch up with us while still trying to get the horse crap off of his boats.

We walk into the main part of town where a man is about to be hanged. This is what I don't like about this time.

"Wow, talk about authenticity." Sam says as we all look up at where four men stood on a high raised wooden place where they would do executions. Only one of them was though.

They go on for a few more minutes before the man is hung, I look away not really wanting to see that. Sam puts his hand on my arm, trying to sooth me.

"Good times." Dean says sarcastically. "So where do we find sammy colt?"

"No idea." I turned around finally letting myself see the horror of the man. I still try to keep my attention away from him. I still can't get over the whole death thing even if I've been surrounded by it my whole life. I focused my attention over to the men walking down the steps of where the scene had just gone down. "Huh. I think I know who to ask."

A man in front of us turns to look at Dean. "Nice blanket." he says, I laugh a little. Sam tips his hat to him before he walks off. Dean looks down at the serape he was previously proud to be wearing. He looks disappointedly at it and backs up at Sam before handing him the duffel bag. He takes the blanket off throwing it on the ground like a pissed off two year old. We start to head over to the sheriff's station.

We walk in, I keep myself behind the boys knowing that women weren't that well respected back at this time.

"Sheriff, can we have a word?" Dean asks as Sam closes the door.

"Depends on who's asking." The man glances at us.

"Marshal Eastwood. Clint Eastwood." Dean opens his vest to show a fake sheriff-like star. "This here's, uh, Walker. He's a Texas ranger." I laugh making my presence known.

"Who's the little lady?" he says, eyeing me with a small smirk on his face. Dean grabs my waist, pulling me to him.

"She's my wife." I stared up at him, wide eyed. He must be thinking on his feet, at least I hope he was. Not just saying that because he wanted to rile me up. The sheriff looks between me and him for a second before continuing on.

"So, what can I do for you boys?"

"We're looking for a man." Sam answers, looking at all of the men in front of us.

"I'll bet. Nice shirt there." The older man says, looking at Dean.

"What's wrong with my shirt?" Dean asks as his grip on my waist lessens, though it still rests there.

"You're very clean." Dean looks down at his shirt, starting to feel self-conscious about the man's comment.

"It's dirtier than it looks."

"We need to find Samuel Colt. Do you know him?" Sam says, before Dean can go on more.

"The gun maker?" the sheriff questions.

"Yeah. Is he in town?" Dean asks, getting back on the topic.

"Not that I know of. Might try asking Elkins over at the saloon. Been here longer than God." Dean tips his hat to the three gentlemen before we head out, Dean's hand on my lower back.

We approach the saloon, and to Dean's disappointment, it wasn't what he expected. There was an old guy laying on one of the tables, passed out. Some women were sitting by the old piano, looking at the boys, giving me the stink eye. And a man at the bar cleaning the counters.

"This is not awesome." Dean says looking at Sam with a disappointed face. Sam pats his shoulder before walking over to the bar.

"Sorry, bud." I say before picking up my dress a little, walking over to sam. Dean follows close behind.

"Hi." Sam greets the man at the bar.

"What'll you have?" The man that was named Elkins, at least that's what I assumed, asked the boys mostly.

"Oh, uh, okay great. I'll have your top-shelf whiskey." Dean says a hunt of excitement on his face still.

"Only have the one shelf."

"That'll do just fine. They'll have a sarsaparilla." Dean tells the bar keep answering for us. Sam looked at him with a 'Really?' look, but I didn't say anything.

The man gets the three glasses out, putting them on the bar before turning to get the drinks.

"Are you Elkins?" Sam asks as we watch him make our drinks.

"The one and only." he replies shortly. Not much of a talker I guess.

"Know a man named Samuel Colt?" Dean asks before me and Sam get the chance. Elkins nods.

"He passed through her about four years ago."

"Is he still around?" I ask, catching him off guard for a second.

"Yeah, rumor is he's building a railroad stop twenty miles out of town, just by the postal road. Middle of nowhere."

"The devil's gate?" I ask quietly, looking at Sam and dean.

"Location fits." Dean surprisingly didn't question how I knew about what went down all those years back. Thank goodness.

"Howdy, boys." We hear from behind us. A lady walked down the stairs, she had some sort of disease around her mouth, grossing all of us out.

"Darla's my best girl." Elkins says to Sam. She makes her way to Dean, he looks at her a little weary.

"Try me." she says getting close to dean. "You want a kiss?" she grows closer to his face. I laughed a little as I stood on the other side of him. Sam and I share the same amused look as Dean and Darla stood between us.

"Ugh, ooh. So much more germier than I pictured." Dean says, looking over at sam. Sam laughs while taking a sip of his drink.

"Darla." the older man from earlier had come in calling her name.

"Judge." she says backing away from Dean looking at the older man. "Nice to see you."

"I thought we had a date." she smiles a little before following him up the stairs. She winked at the boys before walking up. We all turn back to the bar.

"That was a close one." Dean says, I laugh at the look on his face.

"Guess it's good to be judge." Sam says before they both take a sip of their drinks. I keep my distance from mine not really wanting it in the first place. Dean chokes up on his, must have been really bad.

"Oh, it's like gasoline." he says, trying to recover.

"Sarsaparilla ain't half bad." Sam says, taking a sip of his drink. A few seconds later we heard a scream from upstairs. The boys run up, me following close behind. When we get up there, we find darla cowering in the corner while the judge is in ashes on the bed.

Minutes later, the sheriff is upstairs assessing the body, or well the ashes. "You okay, Sheriff?" Sam asks.

"Of course I'm okay." he quickly replies, but by the look on his face he didn't seem okay.

"It was a ghost." Darla piped in.

"It wasn't a ghost. Unless ghost leave footprints." The sheriff points to the footprints on the floor behind us. We all glance at them.

"I am telling you, Elias Finch was here. He did that and then he walked out that door." Darla says fear in her voice.

"Rope didn't kill him. Seen it before."

"You got any idea where we could be?" Sam questions with his serious look on his face.

"Could be a thousand places." The sheriff starts to walk to the door, but Dean stops him.

"Well, you got a way to flush him out?" Dean asks.

"Of course. We're gonna form a posse, then string finch upright. Put a bullet in his head for good measure." The boys nod to each other and we walk closer to the door as well.

"That actually sounds like a good plan."

"You two should come along. Meet downstairs at dawn." he says to Sam and Dean.

"Yeah, we'll be there."

"Get yourself some real gear first, huh?" he says looking at the boy's outfits before walking out the door.

"Well, I think we ought to pay our respects to finch." Dean says looking over at Sam as I stood a ways beside both of them.

"I was thinking the same thing." 

Eventually it had grown to be night and I was tired of being in this dress. We approached the grave where Finch was supposedly recently buried from his hanging today. Both of the guys held their lanterns for the light over the grave sight.

"Thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam says as we look over at the grave that was broken. We had assumed that he was the phoenix, not a ghost.

"Rose from the ashes, burned up its victim? Maybe we're not looking for a flaming bird. Maybe the phoenix is walking around in cowboy boots." Dean says looking at both me and Sam before looking back at the grave.

"Makes sense. Could be Finch. So how do we kill this thing?" I ask them to look. Dean looked back toward the town for a second before looking at both me and Sam, we stood side by side.

"We do know one thing that'll kill freaking anything, right?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, the colt." Sam quickly replies.

"So you go get the gun."

"But isn't the gun coming here? According to Colt's journal?"

"Yeah, but people around here barely know who Colt is. Maybe you gotta go find him and make history. Me and Belle can stay here, hook up with the posse. Because you know me, I'm a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse. Make that into a t-shirt." Dean says, smiling, moving his hand across his chest symbolizing his point. 

"You done?" Sam asks, kind of done with Dean’s rant. Dean looks down, his smile dropping slightly. "Look, the problem is colt's twenty miles outside of town. How am I supposed to get there and back before noon?"

Dean sits and thinks for a second, we hear a horse behind us and dean looks back to the noise. A thought hits him, he turns back looking at sam.

"Ride him, cowboy."

With the power of gold, we got Sam a horse. Sam starts to get on to the horse and I yell at him to wait before he goes. I pulled Dean aside for a second to talk to him.

"Hey, maybe I should go with Sam. I'm not really any use to you right now, and I think it'll be good for me to go with him." He looks away from me holding his pouty face on.

"Fine." he says before trying to turn away to go over to Sam. I grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Dean, are you jealous or something?" I ask looking up at him.

"No, really it's fine Belle. Go with Sam." He walks off causing my hand to fall from his arm. I sigh before walking over to Sam, getting on the horse behind him, holding onto his waist. I wave at Dean as we ride off. 

"So, what's up with you and Dean recently?" Sam says as I hold my grip onto his waist. We had been gone for about thirty minutes.

"Nothing. Why?" he shakes his head, not taking his eyes off of the trail in front of us.

"You guys just seem to be acting weird recently." I sigh, not really ever wanting to have this conversation with him.

"Dean came to my house after his argument with Lisa and Ben. We talked. One thing led to another and he kissed me. I didn't let it go any farther without you knowing his feelings for me. I'm sorry you had to find out, but I don't think it's completely smart for us to keep it a secret." I say, trying to stay calm.

"Oh." he says with disappointment in his voice. It hurt me to hear his reaction. He needed to know though, sooner or later it would come out. It was better he heard it from me.

"I'm sorry, Sam." My breath shook as I said the apology.

"It's fine, Belle." he glances back at me for a moment. "I'm glad you were the one that told me. And I'm glad you didn't let it go any farther." he smiles, stopping for a moment on the trail.

Sam gets off the horse, I look at him confused. He grabs my hips bringing me off of the horse as well. He puts his hands to my cheeks staring at me, my hazel eyes looking into his. He leans down, connecting his lips to mine in a sweet but passionate kiss. I kiss back, deepening the kiss. My mind wanders to Dean and what he would feel if he says this causing me to pull back.

"I can't be a hypocrite for my own words Sam." I say looking at my hands that were on his chest, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Dean has feelings for me, and I don't want to hurt either of you. I think it's best that we don't do anything because I'm not sure about my own feelings. I'm sorry Sam, but I don't want to hurt Dean as much as I don't want to hurt you."

I looked up to him, seeing his face filled with slight disappointment but comfort with what I had said. "Okay, I get it. I'll be there for you no matter who you choose." Sam says as he continues to crease my face in his huge hands.

We were back on the trail soon, we had talked the whole way to Samuel Colt's cabin. We had talked about the bizarre things that happen while they were in the other world where their life was a show. Sam said that the fake me was actually Australian, which I found weird.

Eventually, we made it to Samuel Colt's home. Sam had told me to wait outside which I was okay with because I wanted to pet the horse.

"Hi." I said lightly to the horse as I pet it on its nose. "You're so pretty." I smile at it.

A little while later we headed back to sunrise with the colt. Sam had told me that he had shown Samuel his phone to show he was from the future, and that was all it took, surprisingly.

We had gotten back to sunrise with a short amount of time left to kill the phoenix and get its ashes. Once we had found Dean he was leaning against a wall seeming to hide from someone, gun in his hand.

"Dean." Sam whispered.

"Sam, Belle, come on." he motions for us to hide along with him. "Where's Colt?"

"He's not coming." Sam and I both speak at the same time.

"What?"

"But he sent this." Sam says, pulling the colt out of his jacket. They switch guns and Dean looks at it in awe.

"Hello, beautiful." he mumbles at it. "All right. Come on. Go, go." he says as we rush off in the direction me and Sam just came from.

We came up to the main part of town. Sam and I longing beside a building as Dean walked into the middle of the dirt road. "Get out here, Finch!" Dean yells down the street that stretches through town.

"What are you doing?" Sam whispers yells at Dean, looking at him confused. Dean motions for us to stay quiet.

"Come on, let's do this!" he yells again. Suddenly we see Finch walk down the steps of a building that he walked from, walking into the road.

"So this is how you wanna die." Finch says as he nods over to Dean. "Fine."

They stood in the middle of the dirt road staring at each other as they got themselves ready for the duel. This was like all those western movies that Dean loved to watch. I bet in his mind he was freaking out but he looked so serious on the outside, staring finch down.

As quick as they both can they pull out both of their guns, Dean shooting him before Finch had a chance to return the favor. Finch caught in flames, his ashes dropping to the ground.

"Yippee ki-yay, mother-" I hear Dean start to say as I space out noticing the clock striking, saying it was noon.

"Dean! The ashes!" I yell out at Dean as we all start to run over to them. Before we can get there to scoop them up in the bottle we are back in Bobby's living room. "Shit." I breathe out heavily.

After a couple of minutes, Dean paced, becoming a little stressed about the situation. Cas and Bobby were sitting by the desk, Sam leaned against the door frame as I stood closer to the kitchen watching them all in front of me.

"You gotta send us back." Dean says, his voice showing his emotions. Cas looks up at him not knowing how to answer.

"Dean, look at him. He's fried." Sam says, which causes Dean to look back at Cas, hoping for a different answer from him.

"I never want to do that again." After Dean hears Cas out he looks at Bobby, worried on his face.

"Bobby, you-?"

"I'm still kicking, Annie Oakley." Bobby says before Dean can finish his question. I would normally laugh at his jokes but it didn't seem like a very good time. "Be back as good as new in a decade or two."

"Well, we screwed the pooch. Bobby, I'm sorry." Dean starts but is cut off again, this time by someone knocking on the door. Sam goes to the door, talking to whoever was there.

He comes back with a package. We all gathered around it to see what it was. Sam opens it up to see his phone laying on the top. He also takes out a note and starts to read what it says.

"'Dear Sam, I got this address and date off your thingamajig and I thought the enclosed might come in handy. Regards, Samuel Colt.'" Sam quotes, he then pulls out a bottle filled with phoenix ash.

"Is that what I think it is?" Bobby says, looking at the bottle with amazement.

"Ashes of a phoenix." Dean says, looking at both me and Sam, smiling slightly. "You know what this means?"

"Yeah. I didn't get a soulonoscopy for nothing." I hold back my laughter at Bobby's joke.

"Yes. And, means we take the fight to her."

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Unexplainable | "What's Wrong?"

Unexplainable Series Masterlist

Dean Winchester x OC

Word Count: 2.3k

i was at my house, my parents and brother were still at my grandma's so i was staying here for a couple of days. it was quiet but, nice. i was in the kitchen looking at the take out menu that my dad always had handy when mom would burn the food. i was looking at the chinese before my phone started to ring. i answered it and put it on speaker, not looking at the caller id.

"hello?"

"hey, belle."

"dean? what's wrong?"

"where are you?"

"at my house why?"

"can i swing by to talk to you."

"yeah, of course. what's up?"

"i'll tell you when i get there." and with that he hung up the phone. i sigh before dialing the number of the chinese restaurant.

"hi, can i get take out please." i said before giving them my order.

i was sat on the couch watching some rerun of gilmore girls while eating my chinese food when i heard a knock on the door. i get up and walked to it. i opened it up to see an upset dean. he said nothing, just walked in and hugged me. his arms were around my waist as he leaned down holding me in his arms. i rubbed the back of his head playing with his hair.

"what's wrong dean?" i say before pulling away from the hug to look him in his green eyes.

"ben he, he called acting like lisa was hurt so i rushed over there just to find out i was caught in a parent trap. i got into a fight with both of them and i just-" he says as i see how upset he was. i motion him to the couch in the living room. we both sit down and i turn down the tv.

"dean. did you and lisa break up?" i ask and he just nodded. "what was the fight with them about?"

"lisa was going on a date. we argued about how i never answered her calls, how i wasn't talking to her at all so she decided to try and move on." i smile sympatheticly at him. "ben he was upset that i left in the first place. he said that i was leaving my family behind. even though i was doing it for their own safety."

"dean, i know what it's like to have to leave the people you love behind to protect them. it's hard but your doing it for their own benefit, ben may just not see it yet he's just a kid. you can't blame him for being sad that you aren't there anymore." he nods looking up from his previous gaze which was at his hands in his lap.

"how did you cope?" he says looking at me sadness coming through his voice.

"i thought about how much more of a life he got to live by not getting wrapped up in mine. dean we have our destiny laid out in front of us. we are meant to be hunters. we both have tried to get out of the life but just get reeled back in. i know it hurts a lot right now. but in the end the people you love that can have a normal life will be safe." dean looks at me for a second before hugging me again.

he pulls back looking at me, he looks down from my eyes to my lips. he leans in giving me a sweet kiss, pulling me closer to him with his hand on my waist while i pull mine up to his face. he pulls away staring at me in my eyes for a second.

"uh, can i stay here for the night?" dean asks as we stay in the same position on the couch.

"yeah." i say nodding. "we have a guest bedroom, you can stay there if you want to."

"sounds good." he keeps his hand on my waist as my hands now rests on his chest. i breathe out getting up walking to the stairs.

"are you coming?" i say motioning to the stairs. he gets up and walks up behind me as we go up the stairs. we get to the room that is right next to mine, i open the door to show a queen bed that sat next to the window. "this is it. my room is right next door if you need me."

"goodnight, dean." i say before turning around, walking over to my room. i smile at him before opening my door to the bedroom.

2008

"did you hear?" i got a call from another hunter friend randomly. i figured that it was just her calling about a hunt but, this was bigger than that.

"hear what?" i say, confused as i keep my eyes on the road.

"dean winchester. he's back from hell." i screech to a stop in my car. good thing there was no one behind me on this lonely highway. i breathe in and out heavily not saying a word. "belle. belle!"

"do you know where he is."

"no clue. but i heard from one of bobby's friends."

"i got to go." i say, not listening to her shouts of my name into the phone as i hang up. i instantly call bobby. he picks up the phone after a few rings.

"hello?" i hear from the other line.

"hey bobby. it's belle. i heard about dean, do you know where he is?"

"um, he's here right now."

"okay, i'm on my way. i should be there in about an hour i'm in iowa right now."

"okay, we will be waiting on you."

i hang up, making a u-turn in my car before zooming to bobby's house. i can't believe that dean is back. how the hell did he get out of hell?

"morning dean." i say as dean comes into the kitchen, i am making breakfast. waffles, bacon, and eggs.

"smells good." he says, sitting down at the counter on the stools.

"thanks." i put the bacon on a plate bring it over to dean. i sit it on the counter and he picks up a piece looking up at me with a smile. he takes a bit closing his eyes as the flavor rushes through his mouth and down his throat.

"figured you'd like me making breakfast before you hit the road." he looks down picking up another piece of bacon, not smiling at me this time. "i just assumed you would be. you never tend to stick around."

"i might later, but right now i'll stick around if that's okay with you." he says looking up at me with his skeptical green eyes.

"that's fine. i just thought you might want to get back to sam." i say turning back to the counter next to the stove getting the plate of waffles and eggs bring them as well over to dean.

"um, i don't really want to talk to him about the whole lisa and ben situation yet." he gets one of the clear plates i had laid out earlier, he puts a waffle, some eggs, and more bacon on the plate grabbing a fork and going to town.

"okay, that's fine with me. you can stay as long as you like." i say smiling at him before coming around the kitchen counter to sit next to dean on a kitchen stool. we silently eat our breakfast, after ward dean insists on cleaning up. we argue for a minute before i finally give in, i go into the living room turning on the tv flipping through the channels. eventually i land on a movie channel and bring it on was playing.

"oh, come on. this movie really?" i turn around to see dean walking into the room with a beer in his hand as he comes over to sit next to me on the couch.

"this is a good movie." i say turning to him after he sits down. we were in a similar position as last night.

"no, it's not." he says shaking his head, taking a sip of his beer. i roll my eyes turning back to the tv ignoring him. i can see out of the corner of my eye that he's staring at me.

"you know, about last night." he says keeping his eyes on mine as i turn to him again. "if that kiss was a little too forward i get it-"

"dean. it's fine." i say putting my hand on his shoulder. he stares into my eyes, i find myself flashing back to last night. this time he puts one of his hands on my cheek and the other on my waist, resting on my hip. "dean-" he shuts me up before i can say another word, he kisses me again. i put my hands on his chest, melting into the kiss.

we pull away after i couple of minutes looking into each other's eyes longingly. his thumb rubs against my face, as i bring my hands up to his neck. i can't help but feel the closest i've ever been with dean out of all the years i've known him. and all we did was just kiss. then my thoughts went to sam, and i felt guilty. me and sam were never together but, i knew about his feelings toward me and i was here, kissing his brother.

my thoughts reached my face, dean notices the guilt filled look and he squeezes my hip with his hand that was rested on it trying to get my attention back on him again.

"belle, what's wrong?" he looks at me with concern in his beautiful green eyes. i sigh looking away from him as my hands went down his chest.

"i can't do this." i say before getting up causing his hands to fall from my body. i pace behind the coffee table as all that guilt sores through my bones.

"what do you mean? it's not like you didn't kiss me back. why did you kiss me back if you 'can't do this'?" he says anger raising in his voice.

"dean. i want to. i really do. i just can't." i say while i make my way back to dean sitting next to him on the couch bringing his hands in mine. he doesn't look at me at all. he stares in front of himself. "sam, he told me something when he first got back that i just can't do this to him."

"this is about sam?" he says looking at me with a 'really?' type of look. "i know you and him had a kind of flirty relationship, but i thought that was it?"

"after he found out about what he did, that he was soulless. he told me that he did have feelings for me." i say, the guilt look still plastered all over my face. he looks at me for a second before looking away again. "dean. i don't want things to be weird between us. i do like you dean. i just can't do that to your brother."

"you mean that you like both of us and you don't know who to choose." he says looking at me with a hard look. "me and sam found that little journal of yours that talked about how you were supposed to be with one of us. that that's your fate. so, at some point your going to have to choose."

he gets up and grabs his coat heading for the door. "i'm not going to sit around waiting for you to decide. listen we're good, but i think it'll be good for both of us to keep this a secret." i stand up making my way for to him.

"so are you leaving?" i say looking at him, having hurt in my eyes.

"yeah. i'll see you later." he says opening the door, leaving my house. he gets into the impala and drive off while i stand on the porch watching him go.

2008

i rush up to bobby's house knocking on the door. i wait for a second, getting nervous. dean opens the door and i instantly put my arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. he slowly puts his arms around my waist hugging me back.

"it's good to see you too belle." he says laughing a little. i pull away from him and look him in his eyes.

"you're back. how?"

"yeah. about that. i kind of got brought back up to this beautiful earth by an angel." i stare at him confused. "come in. i'll explain more." he says before motioning me to come in. i follow suit and walk into the house. 

after dean had told me everything, i was still kind of in shock. i couldn't believe that angels were actually real.

"wow. that's pretty crazy." i say rubbing my face before looking up at him.

"yeah, i'm still kind of stuck on the whole angels are real thing myself." he says smiling slightly, while looking down at me where i sat down.

"i'm really glad you're back though dean." i say standing up making my way to him.

"yeah. me too." i sigh as he says this, bringing him into another hug. i pull away looking back to his eyes.

"look, i know that i am a dick for leaving now. but i was on my way to a case and i got a call saying that you were alive so i raced over here-"

"i get it. you can go." i sigh making my way to the door and dean follows me there. i open the door, looking back to him one last time.

"goodbye, dean."

"goodbye, belle."

A/n: omgosh looking back on this, it is so bad. 2020 me writing though so keep that in mind.

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Unexplainable | Sam's Back

Dean Winchester X OC

Unexplainable Series

Word Count: 5.3k

"what's wrong sam?" i ask, he sighs looking down before looking back up at me again.

"i'm sorry. for everything i did to you while i was soulless. shamelessly flirting with you. toying with your feelings. i'm really sorry." i sigh looking into his hurt filled eyes.

"sam, it's not your fault. you didn't care." i say putting my hand on his that was laying on the table.

"i do now. belle, when you showed me your home and that field. i felt connected to you. those feelings. i do like you belle. i have since then. which for you was a long time but for me not so much. i just want you to know that, just because i didn't care then doesn't mean i don't care now." i nod before pulling him into a hug. i pull away looking at him confused again.

"wait, who told you?"

"cas."

"ah." he sighs getting up from the table.

"i'm gonna go talk to dean." i nod as i watch him walk away. maybe my grandma was right. only time will tell. 

bobby had brought us into the living room to his desk. he wanted to tell us about the journal we had found in the dragons lair.me, bobby and dean sat in the living room of bobby's house. bobby was on one side of the desk while me and dean sat on the other.

"sam's still asleep?" bobby ask as he sips on his whiskey in his hand.

"yeah." dean mumbles out as he doesn't look at bobby.

"he'll wake up." i say looking at dean. he keeps his eyes away from us.

"yeah." dean says again.

"dean, he's been through how much? somehow he always bounces back." bobby says trying to lift dean's spirits up a bit.

"he's never been through this." dean drags on as he looks down at the paper in front of bobby. "job?"

"hmm, might be." bobby says throwing the piece of paper over to dean so he could see it. dean picks it up.

"can i help? send me to the library? anything?" i look at dean as he asks this. the whole conversation that cas and him had just a few minutes ago, really didn't sit well in him. he was scared that he would lose his brother.

"couple goes up on a light plane. wreckage was found in the woods." bobby explains.

"couple of buddy hollys doesn't really seem like 'news of the weird.'" dean says handing bobby back the paper as he leaned back in his seat. bobby hands be the paper before explaining more.

"pilot was found seventeen miles away, flambéed. girl's just gone. no body, no nothing." hm, that's interesting.

"okay, i'm not changing the channel."

"dean." we hear from behind us. me and dean turn around quickly to see sam standing there. sam slowly walks into the room. looking at all of us with this still look on his face.

"sam?" dean says as he stands up. sam rushes over to dean giving him a big hug. me and bobby stand up, bobby makes his way around the table.

after sam hugs dean, he notices me and bobby. sam hugs me, his arms around my waist and mine around his neck. he holds me for a second, i can feel his breathe hitting my neck. he pulls away from me giving me a slight smile before he made his way to bobby.

they embrace for a second. "good to see you." bobby says as sam pulls back.

"wait. i saw you- i felt lucifer snap your neck." sam says looking at him confused. dean look at me for a second with a 'he doesn't remember' look.

"well, cas kind of-" bobby was cut off my sam.

"cas is alive?" sam says as he lets out a heavy breathe of relief.

"yeah, cas is fine. sam, are you okay?" dean says as he walks closer to him. sam smiles a little, before waiting a second to reply.

"actually, umm.. i'm starving." we all look at each other before i go to the kitchen and make sam a sandwich. he sits at the table and starts to eat, me and dean sit with him at the table.

"so, sam." dean starts off.

"yeah?"

"what's the last thing you remember?" dean asks as sam thinks for a second.

"the field, and then i fell." sam says as he glances at all of us before returning his attention to dean.

"okay, and then?" dean tries to pry more.

"um, i woke up in the panic room." death's barrier he put on sam's soul must have worked.

"that's it?" bobby questions. "you really don't remember-?"

"let's be glad." dean says cutting off bobby giving him a look. "who want to remember all that hell?"

"well, how long was i gone?" sam asks looking to me and bobby.

"about a year and a half." i say looking at sam with hurt in my eyes.

"what?" he glances back to dean. "i was downstairs-? i don't remember anything. so how'd i get back? was it cas? or did you find a way using magic?" he says looking to me questionably.

"not exactly." dean says making sam look at him while he just looked down at the table.

"dean, what did you do?" i look away not exactly wanting to be here for this part of the conversation.

"me and death-" dean says looking up at sam, which he was soon cut off.

"death? the horsemen?" sam asks raising his voice.

"i had leverage. it's done."

"you sure?"

"it's over. slate's wiped."

"well, isn't this just neat and clean?" i was glad that bobby said something. i would normally but dean was still mad at me, he was just hiding it mostly.

"yes, it is, for once." dean and bobby share a look making the room silent for a minute.

"is there anything else i should know?" sam asks looking to dean for an answer.

"no." dean says shaking his head. i try to keep a happy look on my face for sam's sake. "another beer?" dean asks him motioning to the bottle.

"uh, yeah." dean gets up and heads over to the fridge.

after a while bobby had gone outside and dean went to go check on him, which left me and sam alone. me and sam sat on the couch as we started to talk.

"so, how have you been the last year and a half. you haven't really said anything." sam says taking a sip of his beer. i half expected him to put his hand on my leg like he had been doing before, but then i remember that that was sam without a soul.

"um, nothing super. dean met my family." i laugh a little looking down at my hands. "my dad thinks he has a thing for me but, he thinks that every guy that comes by our house does. on a sadder note, my grandma died a couple of weeks ago." i look back up to sam to see him with a sad look on his face.

"i'm really sorry belle." he says putting his hand on mine which was on my lap still.

"it's fine, she was a great woman. i miss her but, i got some of her journal's, so did my brother. they are pretty interesting. some are about her witchcraft and others are just about life events, like when me, my dad and my brother were born. or when my dad got married, even when she got married." he smiles at me as he sees my face glow when i talk about it.

"that's great. have you started reading any yet?" he asks, keeping his hand still on mine.

"some, my brother and me read this one about when i was born. she mentioned how she thought i might be the natural witch. i guess she was right. my dad said that she always was." i say look in his eyes. he was very interested.

"i would love to read some of those, if you'd let me." he says kind of not sure if he should ask or not.

"yeah, i'm sure she wouldn't have minded. she told me to stick with you guys before she died. i guess she knew that my future lied with you both." he laughs a little.

"belle, i want you to know that i'm always going to be there for you. i kind of figured out that you and dean aren't in a good place. just the way he was acting." i sigh looking away.

"yeah, he's kind of mad at me for something stupid. he'll get over it. you know how dean is, stubborn." we both laugh. 

me, dean, and bobby are outside packing up the car. bobby and dean were going to go check out a hunt that they talked about earlier. i was planning to stay here with sam. dean closes the truck of the car as we finish putting everything in.

"sam still asleep?" bobby questions as he opens the door to the impala to put his bag in the front.

"yeah, let him rest. we'll call him later." dean says before we hear sam from behind us.

"call me from where?" sam asks as we all turn around to face him.

"oh. uh, there's this thing in oregon." dean starts to explain but sam cuts him off before he can finish.

"great. i'm in."

"whoa, whoa, you just got vertical."

"exactly. i'm up. i'm good."

"a few more days of cable couldn't hurt you." dean trys to protest.

"right, because that's what you did when you got back from hell." dean didn't try to argue with him.

"all right. you, me and bobby. and belle if you want to come." i nod at him.

"oh, you three go on ahead. you got this covered. i, uh, forgot i promised that idjit rufus i'd work the phones for him, so..." bobby says as he brings his bag from the car with him.

"you sure?" i ask bobby.

"yeah, yeah, yeah. you three enjoy catching up, okay?" he says before walking away. we all turn and look at him for a second.

"what was that?" sam asks, turning to dean.

"one part age, three parts liquor." dean says before making his way to the car. 

i slept most of the way there, being super tired still from the drive to sioux falls two days before. we got to portland not to long and we started to work the case. we went to the sister of the recent victims house to ask her some questions.

"you're, uh, penny dessertine's sister, right?" dean asks after we show her our badges. she nods at us.

"uh, we'd just like to ask you a few questions." sam says with his normal nice voice.

"look, the cops already came by. i'm tired. so if you don't mind." she says looking at us, hoping that we would just go away.

"i understand. really, i do. i know how hard this must be. we'd just like to figure out what happened. this will be quick, i promise." sam always did have a way with words.

"okay. fine. come in." she says moving into the house as we all follow her, dean lingering behind.

she had brought us to her room to look around. sam was looking down at a picture of penny and a guy. i stood next to him looking at the picture as well.

"penny was very shy. to herself." me and sam look up to her sister as she talked. "not at all what you'd call adventurous."

"not like flying through a lightning storm in a two-seater." dean says as he stands next to the night stand near the window.

"she was terrified of that thing. she just did it for stan."

"stan?" i say looking at her questionably.

"they were just starting to get serious. she didn't want to seem, you know, not interested. i just wish i'd told her to stay home. we don't even have a body to bury." we all look at her sadly. sam looks back down at the picture continuing to examine it.

sam was sitting at the table in the motel room while i laid down on one of the beds reading one of my grandma's journals. sam was researching. dean can through the door with drinks and food in his hands. sam said a quick hey before dean closed the door with his foot.

"what do you got?" dean asked making his way over to the table that sam sat at putting the food on the table.

"well, looks like those other two missing girls baked cookies for the lord." sam says as dean makes his way over to his bed which was across from sam's which was the one i was on.

"what is that, code?" dean asks turning back to sam.

"no. church choir, bake sales, uh, promise ring clubs, the works. they were good girls. but penny wasn't even a christian, so-" sam explains but is soon cut off by dean.

"i have another theory." dean says as he pulls out a diary.  "penny's diary."

"did you steal that from her room?" sam asks as i look up from the journal in front of me to dean. 

"i love that you even ask me that."

"and why wouldn't i?" well sam you wouldn't have for the last year and a half but, you don't know that.

"no reason. so girlnappings. what if it's not about religion? what if it's about purity?" dean pauses as him and sam share a look.

"you mean you think they're all-?" i question thinking i'm on the same page as dean.

"virgins, belle. virgins." dean says giving me a look before sitting on the chair across from sam.

"penny was twenty two." sam says not really believing it.

"yeah, with a pink room." dean says flipping through the pages of the diary he had in his hands.

"so?"

"and stuffed teddy bears." i say looking at sam with a tight smile.

"fine, but you really think-?" sam says while looking from me to dean. dean cuts him off by holding his finger up before reading from the diary.

"'i've decided i'm going to give stan my most precious gift.'" dean quotes from the girl before holding his arms out in a 'i'm right' gesture.

"wow. that sounded really creepy coming out of you mouth." sam says looking down kind of grossed out. i nod my head getting up to stand next to dean, as i read over his shoulder.

"i think i delivered it." dean says seeming full of himself.

"you know, you could have led with the diary, you know?" sam says as dean continues to flip through the diary and we both skim the pages. "anyways, let's say you're right. fine. who would want virgins?"

"some guys are into that." i say shrugging taking a seat back on the bed.

"i prefer ladies with experience." dean says smirking at sam as a joke. i laugh a little before going back to the journal i was reading once before. 

we heard of another victim, this one was left alive. we were in her room in the hospital questioning her. she was laid sideways on the bed looking up at us.

"it happened so fast."

"it's all right, melissa. what came at you? you can tell us." sam says looking at her with his sincere eyes.

"it-it looked like, uh.. a giant bat." sam and dean look to each other as melissa looked at them knowing what they were thinking.

"you think i'm making it up, right? that's what the other man said." she says looking away laying back onto her pillow.

"well, we aren't the other guy." i say as she meet my eyes. she started to open up more.

"it came right at me. it was huge. i swear. that's how i got this." she pulled her gown over to show us her back. she had deep cuts going down from her shoulder blade to her mid back. they had been stitched up but they still looked awful.

"so, it attacked, then what happened?" sam questions as the girl pulls the gown back to cover her before going back to the same position.

"i don't know. i passed out and when i woke up, it was gone." hm, why would it do that? maybe she's not a virgin and it didn't want her.

"anything else you can think of? anything you can tell us, even if it doesn't  important?"

"well, my ring got lost. or else that thing stole it, if that makes any sense."

"what kind of ring?" dean asks and melissa is quick to answer.

"gold. promise ring."

"promise ring. so, uh, from, like, a church, like a purity ring?" dean rambles with his question.

"yeah. why?"

dean cleared his throat. "i gotta ask. ahh... melissa, look, nobody is judging anybody here, okay? believe me. but should you really be wearing that ring?" dean caught on to my thoughts to.

"well, i mean, i am-"

"really?" melissa and dean share a harsh look. me and sam kind of sat there awkwardly.

"matt barne didn't count."

soon after we leave the hospital. we were still trying to figure out what this was and what the motive was with the virgins.

"so, what, you think batman tried to rape her?" sam asks as we start to walk out of the hospital and to the car.

"well, he does carry a lot of rage. but he rejected her because she was already dehymenated, huh?" dean went on.

"you think?" i ask looking to dean as i tried to keep up with them.

"i think it just goes to show that being easy is pretty much all upside." i roll my eyes and sam scoffs.

"so, what kind of thing likes virgins and gold?" sam asks exchanging glances with me and dean. i shrugged.

"p. diddy?" dean jokes, sam rolls his eyes.

"you know, it's comforting."

"what?"

"i did for a year, came back and you're still not funny." i laugh at sam's joke as we get to the car opening our doors.

"shut up. i'm hilarious." dean says as we get into the car. 

when we get back to the motel i decide to take a nap while the boys do research. i wake up to find only sam. he was looking through lore.

"hey, you're awake." he says looking over at me. "we figured it out, well sort of. we think it's a dragon."

i sigh sitting up rubbing a face with my hand for a second before getting up and heading over to sam sitting next to him. "i thought those didn't exist."

"well, apparently they do. and they like virgins." i laugh a little, we both stare into each other's eyes for a second.

"so, do you know where they hid out or how to kill them?" i say breaking the eye contact and looking to the laptop in front of us. i sit down on the chair next to him.

"um, dean is going to see one of bobby's friends about it and all i can find is caves." i let out a deep sigh before leaning back in my chair. sam gets up and heads over to the wall with all the pictures of the girls and the map on it. he looks at it for a second before pulling out his phone calling someone.

"hey. um, he went to go see your friend. so look, i'm trying to figure out where this thing lairs up. little help, maybe?" bobby. while he's talking he come and sits back down in the chair facing me. "... caves, basically. but there's nothing around for miles.... huh." he says getting up again going around me back over to the wall with the pictures. i turn to look with him but stay in my chair. "well, um, there's no subway lines. sewers. that could be it. thanks... wait, bobby. wait, um. you okay?.." i look at him confused. was there something wrong with bobby?

".. besides the way you've been acting and talking, nothing." sam says into the phone kind of acting like a dad talking to his attitude filled kid. "is there something i should know?" he continues walking pacing a little around the room.

"...well, bobby, what happened this last year?" sam asks sitting in front of me again. i give him a 'what are y'all talking about?' look and he holds up his finger to tell me to wait a second. "right. of course." he tries to say more but bobby hanging up gets him before he can talk. he stays silent for a minute throwing his phone across the table. i get up grabbing my phone.

"hey, i'm going to go get some food. you want anything?" i say and he looks up for a second.

"no thanks." i sigh turning around the the door, i pull it closed behind me before heading down the street to the diner i saw on the way in. 

when dean gets back he comes in with a half broken sword that we are supposed to use to slay the dragon.

"what are we supposed to do with this dean, give it a booster shot?" sam questions eyeing the sword as i stood next to him doing the same.

"it's what we got. we just have to get closer. that's all." dean says as sam hands him back the broken sword. "where are we on the caves?"

"nowhere. sewers, on the other hand. here, check this out." sam says as him and dean go to the map on the table i look at the journal that used to be on the bed was now on the table as well. i hope sam didn't read it. it's the one about when i was born. that would be awkward. "so two of the disappearances happened with in a mile of here. so i figured we start there, work out way around." pointing to a spot on the map.

"awesome. who doesn't love sewers?" i raise my hand but they both ignore my joke. "let's go." dean walks over to get some supplies while i get some of my stuff as well. sam staying in the same place. "what?" dean says looking at sam confused.

"nothing. uh yeah, let's go." he says after sighing and heading with us to the door.

we get down into the sewers and the smell is awful.

"oh, God. just when i get used to a smell, i hit a new favor. dude, we have been here for hours. there is nothing. i think the lore is off. hey, what if dragons like nice hotels?" dean rambles as we head down a set of stairs and look around the new found area we have reached. sam looks to the other side of me and dean pointing his flashlight.

"what is that?" sam says as me and dean both turn to the pile of gold trinkets sam had is flashlight on.

"holy crap." dean says walking over to it. he bends down and picks a bracelet in his hand eyeing it. "okay. maybe there are dragons here."

"wait. dean, not right now. check this out." i say looking down the hall we hadn't adventured to yet, noticing something strange.

we walk down to see a ledge hanging out acting as some soft of table. on it were candles, lit and other trinkets placed around. a notebook was placed in the middle of it all.

"a little arts-and-crafty for a giant bat, right?" sam questions as dean picks up the journal. "huh."

"hello? is someone there? can you help us?" we heard someone yell from another room. we start to proceed toward the voice. we come to this big open room as we walk across a bridge like walkway, it was metal and was scary in my opinion. "hello? over here."

we heard the voice again but it was closer. we get to the voice to see a group of girls trapped in a metal cage, similar to the bridge we had been walking on. "help us." we bend down to look for a way to get them out.

"hey. we're going to get you out." dean says looking at the frightened girls.

"he's coming back." one of them says. sam says a quick okay and goes to open the cage but is pulled away quickly. dean stands up quickly as i do too. dean has the half broken sword at the ready.

"where do you think you're gonna stick that?" the man that we assumed was the dragon said. dean charges and slices into his arm a little cutting him. i think that dean has it covered so i head over to sam to make sure he's okay.

"sam." i say trying to shake him awake, it doesn't work. i look up and notice that the dragon had knocked the half broken sword out of his hands and was now approaching him with his hand red hot. i come up behind him with a floating metal bar i had found hitting him across the head, distracting him from dean so he could get the sword. sam had woken up and grabbed the metal bar that was now away from me since i did that with my powers, he hit the dragon again continuing to distract him. i use my powers to hold him back so that sam could get some good hits in. before i know it sam accidentally pushes me back and the dragon is released from my grip for a second. this lets him grab the iron rod with his hot hand before sam can get another lick in.

i noticed dean getting picked up from where he was trying to get the sword by what looks like another dragon. i get close to the sword enough from me to be able to get it out from were it was. "sam!" i yell giving him the half broken weapon. at least one of us was armed. if only i could kill dragons with my magics this would be a lot easier.

sam cuts the dragon in front of him before turning and stabbing the one that was trying to attack dean. all of us staring at the dead one, before turning around just in time for the other to disappear. 

we get back to bobby's i head inside, trying to cool down from the hunt. i sigh sitting in the kitchen. sam comes up to me and sits down. he looks at me with a sad smile. i tilt my head a little confused.

"now, as near as i can figure it, this dates back around the fourteenth century." bobby says turning to book over as he sits down in his chair. me, sam and dean gather around to look at the book. sam and dean are leaned down, while i am sat on the side of the desk looking over at it.

"what language is it in?" i ask wondering if maybe i could translate it. good thing about being a witch is that you have to learn multiple languages to perform spells. most of the spells are in latin so, my mom taught me since i was in fourth grade which caused me to now be fluent. thanks mom.

"da vinci code." welp i'm out. don't know that. sam flips through the pages i look through them noticing something. i think it's made out of human skin. ew. "real obscure latinate. gonna take me my golden years to translate it."

sam goes over to get a chair and brings it over to sit down. "oh, and, uh, fyi... that ain't paper." bobby says pointing to the book.

"what is it?" dean says with a confused look on his face.

"human skin. right bobby?" i say looking to him as he nods and we both look back to the boys to see slightly disgusted faces.

"okay. i'm fairly clear on this first bit. it basically describes this place. it's like the backside of your worst nightmares. it's all blood and bone and darkness. filled with the bodies and souls of all things hungry, sharp and nasty." bobby explains. i take a deep breath, i think i know what he's talking about.

"monsters?" sam questions clarifying what he was thinking.

"it's monster land. according to this, it goes by many names, most of which i cant pronounce, but i'm thinking you know purgatory." my heart slightly drops. i mean, there's rumors of that place but i was hoping it was fake.

"purgatory?" dean asks looking at bobby a little weirded out. "awesome. well, that is, ahem, good to know." dean grabs a glass and the whiskey starting to pour himself some before he continued.

"so you're saying that these dragon freaks were squatting in the sewers and reading tone poems about purgatory?" dean asks sitting down in the chair that was next to us.

"no, dean." i say rolling my eyes looking back at bobby. i was already picking up that this was a bigger deal.

"they're reading an instruction manual." bobby says making dean look at him crazy.

"what?"

"yeah. if you're nuts enough to want access to a place that gnarly this book will show you how to open a door." i sigh.

"door to purgatory. i know a demon who would have loved to have known about that. so how do you open the door?" dean asks as we all look to bobby for the answer. bobby flips over the page to see where one was ripped out.

"ask cloverfield. i'm pretty sure he's got that page. it gets worse."

"worse?" i ask, not really enjoying this subject.

"this ain't talking about how to take a vacation over there. this is all about opening a door to let something in."

"bring something here." sam says in clarification. "what?"

"i'm working on it." we all exchange looks not excited about what bobby had just told us.

"well, can you give us something?" dean asks.

"i got a name."

"okay."

"mother?" bobby even questions himself not completely sure.

"mother? mother of what? mother of dragons?" sam asks looking to bobby for answers.

"i wish. it says it a few times here. mother of all."

"what the hell does 'mother of all' mean?" dean asks confused as well as all of us.

"i don't know." bobby says looking down.

"i can't believe this." i say getting up and going to the kitchen.

"what, belle?" dean asks concerned.

"this is just too crazy. two days ago i read in one of my grandmothers journal about this place and how when i die i might end up there, to now how were are finding out about it." i say starting to pace walking from the kitchen back to the living room.

"what do you mean when you die you go there? you're not a monster." sam says looking at me confused.

"not personally. but literally i guess i am. the perks of being a natural witch are pretty good, power that only grows that you don't even have to work to get but, when it comes to death that seems to be the curse. at least that's what my grandmother thinks. everyone else in my family are practiced so, they don't go there. but i might." i say starting to ramble looking at the three men fear dropping from my voice. "this is too scary."

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tears fill my eyes as i sit next to my grandmother, holding her hand in mine. She looks at me with a pang of sadness as she watches the tears stream down my face.

"el, don't be sad. It's my time. no one can change that. not even me." she says, squeezing my hand. "You have so much potential with your witchcraft. you are the most powerful witch i have ever met, and you are even more powerful than me. and you know how i am, so you know that's a high compliment." she says, smiling at me. I laugh a little, tears still coming down my face.

"You are still my little precious granddaughter, but the woman you have become amazes me. even when your fate was revealed in front of you, you fought with everything in you to survive. You are the strongest individual I have ever met. you've made me proud belle." a tear comes down her face. "Now, let me talk to your brother." she says, squeezing my hand. I nod and get up heading for the door where my dad and brother were waiting. I nod to Trey for him to go in. He sits next to her as she smiles at him.

"She loves you a lot." my dad says putting his hands on my shoulders. I turned to my dad to see him staring at us with the same amount of sadness I had. We embrace each other in a hug as I feel his tears fall onto my shoulders. my breath hitches as the liquid steals.

I see my mom behind him, hurt across her face. I look at her sympathetically. Even if we had fought just days before, I knew we would go back to how we were before. we would just avoid the subject. like we always do.

I pull away from my dad and he wipes the tears away from his checks. He always hated being vulnerable around me. When his father died when I was ten, that was the first time I ever saw him cry. The second was when I told him and my mom that Lucifer was after me and that I needed to leave for a while. The third time is now.

he moves away from me into the room grandma was in. Trey comes out and gives me a look. "Can we go to that diner that she always took us to. she wants a milkshake." he says trying to mask his emotions.

"yeah, i'll go get my keys." I nod as we both head to the door. We walk outside and Trey suddenly stops as we get close to the car. I turned around looking at him confused. "What's wrong?"

Trey breaks down almost immediately, tears start streaming down his face. I rushed over to him and brought him into a hug. "oh, bubba." I say tears welling up again.

"I don't want to lose her." he says, hugging me tight. We hugged each other in the middle of my grandmother's yard outside of little rock, arkansas.

"It's going to be okay, bubba." I say pulling away from him staring at him in his tear filled eyes. "Now, let's get her that milkshake." I say smiling slightly. 

When we got back, my dad was sitting by my grandma as they laughed together. They always had a really close relationship. she's the one that taught him everything there is about being a witch, same as my mom's mom did with her. I smile as me and Trey walk in. Trey comes by her bed handing her the milkshake, she takes it gladly.

my mom comes up behind me, she puts her hand on my shoulders causing me to turn around. she smiles sadly at me before motioning me to step outside and talk to her.

we get outside and she turns to me bringing me in a hug. I sigh, hugging her back. There have been a lot of hugs lately.

"I'm so glad you're okay." she mumbles into my hair. I pulled away looking at her confused.

"What do you mean?" she looks down before looking back up to me. She has the same look every time she's about to start an argument.

"I'm just glad when you came back from being with the winchester's you were in one piece." she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"of course you would try to argue with me now, of all times." I say rolling my eyes looking away from her.

"Belle, every time you get hung up with those winchester's you end up hurt. whether it be emotionally or physically. I don't understand why you keep going back to them. even if it's just work." she says, raising her voice.

"you and I both know that i can relate to the winchester's more than anyone. who was there when we all had been told our fate, and that we couldn't change it but we did. and if it wasn't for sam freaking winchester i would be used as a magic bag every single day of my miserable life. i owe him everything because of what he did for me and everyone on his earth. he sacrificed his own life. isn't that more then enough to help them out? we risk our lives everyday, why not do it for someone that deserves it?" i say full force yelling at her.

"hanging out with the winchesters will just put a bigger target on your back." she shouts causing my brother to come out of the house, but we both ignore him.

"the target is already there! i can't get away from it! ever! i will stay been chased, especially with all of the archangels still out there alive! and who ever the hell else that can drain my ass till their time is up! so honestly, some of the only people that will protect me are those guys." i shake my head as i go toward my brother and the door.

"we are not done here, belle anne!" my mom shouts at me, using my middle name. i roll my eyes.

"after this is all over, i'm getting my ass out of dodge and going to be with my friends." i say moving past my mom into the house.

the next week, we all stayed with my grandmother. the last few days of her life were happy. joyful. she gave me the rest of her journals for me to read later. all of them containing ways of her advancing in her witchcraft. some of them just have her day to day life. even when she got married and had my dad. i looked forward to reading more on her life.

i was in my bed, had just woken up, my dad sat next to me running his hands through my hair. i look up at him to see his tear stained checks, still red from crying.

"hey ellie," he paused for a second. "she passed in her sleep." he said sadly. i shoot up bringing him into a hug. he hugs me back tightly. we stay like that for a second, before he pulls back.

"listen, i know what your mom thinks about the winchester's but i just want you to know, that i am all for you helping those boys out. sam especially. and you tell them if they need anything they can call me too." i nod knowing my dad means it. he gets up heading for the door.

"i love you, kid." he says as he turns around for a second. he leaves me there kind of out of words. i sigh before laying back down as the tears start coming up. she's gone. she's really gone. 

i decide to call dean to fill him in, i didn't call them like i said i would. i kind of got wrapped up in everything.

"hey dean." i say sighing into the phone.

"hey, how's everything going? you never called."

"yeah, kind of got wrapped up in everything. my grandma... she's was sick and i raced down as soon as i heard. she, um, she died in her sleep last night."

"oh, i'm really sorry to hear that belle."

"uh, it's fine. i'm gonna be here for a couple of weeks. the whole funeral and making sure my brother and dad are good before i head out."

"hey, you don't have to come back. you can stay there as long as you need."

"thanks dean but, i think that my grandma would have wanted me to keep doing what i'm doing. which is helping you both with all that's going on in this world."

"okay, i get it. well, call me when you're planning to come back."

"okay, i will. tell sam i said hi."

we exchange our goodbyes before i close the phone. i sigh going into the kitchen to grab a snack. as i enter the kitchen my brother is sitting on the counter reading through some book he found that was grandma's. i open the fridge and get a canister of watermelon out. i shut the fridge and go over to him and sit up on the counter.

"what are you reading?" i say motioning to the book.

"it's one of grandma's journals, it's when you were born. it sounds like she thought you were going to be the natural witch. the chosen one. she talks about how michael's sword is supposed to be the person you marry. it's weird." he says flipping to the next page.

"dean? how he's not even into me. he has a girlfriend and she has a kid. they're his family." i say taking a bite of the watermelon.

"well, it's either him or lucifer's vessel." i stare at the journal in his hands. how did she know all of this.

"so, sam or dean could be the person i'm supposed to spend my life with and she never mentioned it?"

"like i said, she wasn't one hundred percent sure. she talks like she knew of the legend. she never told us before, so why keep it to herself."

"i guess she didn't know if i was or not. just a theory. that makes sense to why she told me what she told me about them. how i should help them, and stuff like that."

"she knew that you would end up with one of them. my bets are on dean. he has a cool car." i roll my eyes.

"of course you would say that." i jump off of the counter and turn to him. "like before i'm not gonna let fate control my life. right now, there's obviously no feeling between either of the boys and me. so maybe grandma was wrong." just then my dad walks into the kitchen opening the fridge to get a drink out.

"what are your kids talking about?" he asks turning to us as he leans up beside the fridge on the counter.

"nothing." i say not wanting dad to join the conversation.

"just how grandma thought el is supposed to end up with one of the winchester's." i hit trey, obviously not wanting my dad to know.

"well that woman was never wrong. my bet is on dean, he seems like your type plus how he reacted when i asked which one of them liked you. that was a clear give away. i mean, that sam boy he was giving you the eyes the whole time he was at the house so. could be either of them." he says before taking a sip of his coke.

"you are both crazy." i say pointing at both of them. i throw the left over watermelon i had in the trash, which was practically none. "i'm going back to my room." go to my room and shut the door. why does my fate always have to be put in front of me.

the funeral was the next week, that part was sad. the party after, which was put into place via my grandma's plans, was very fun and light hearted. everyone was telling great stories about her. bobby had stopped by, right now he was talking to my dad.

when bobby was done with his conversation with my dad i went up to him and hugged him. "thanks for coming." i say before pulling away from him and smiling.

"i wouldn't miss it kid. sam and dean would have come but they've been kind of preoccupied recently. you know with sam being soulless and everything-" i cut him off quickly.

"wait, wait, sam doesn't have a soul?" i say confused, since when has this been a thing.

"dean didn't call you? i mean, he figured out that you knew sam was alive during that year but, i thought that he would get over himself and tell you. you and sam are pretty close now." i shake my head. i can't believe dean didn't call me. he must be really mad.

"no, he didn't. he must be really pissed off at me." i sigh looking away. "do y'all know how to get it back?"

"we're working on it." i look back up at him and smile.

"it's fine, listen i have to make the rounds but i'm glad you came. i'll probably call dean later, try to get him to not be mad at me forever." i say and he nods as i turn and go off to greet someone else.

"so, you want to tell me something?" i say anger dripping from my voice.

"bobby told you." he scoffs. "you shouldn't care that much. you had been with him for a year and didn't see that we was acting completely different."

"i did dean, but i just thought it was hell. he was trapped in lucifer's cage, even if it wasn't for long doesn't mean he didn't live through it. hell time is different then ours. you should know that hell changes a person." i shout into the phone, probably waking up my brother who was asleep next door.

"yeah, well what happened to you been able to sense things when they are wrong. you probably didn't care since he was flirting with you twenty four seven. you didn't think that the real sam would have been a little less sexual with you."

"dean! we were with each other for months. and i don't necessarily think that i'm that hard to flirt with unless you think otherwise." i pause for a second and dean's side of the line was silent. "listen, i don't want to fight with you dean. i just thought that maybe you could stop being mad at me. or at least act like you aren't. because when i come back i don't want it to be like this."

"why are you even coming back?" dean says hatefully. i can't believe he just said that.

"because you guys are my friends, and no matter how hard you try to be mad at me constantly, i'm still going to be there for you and sam. even my grandmother wanted me to, along with my dad. sorry dean, you aren't going to get rid of me that easily. we lived through the apocalypse together, where nothing was supposed to end in our favor but it did. and since sam went to hell for us, for me. i thought i should repay the favor as much as i can. which means helping y'all with your cases and everything that is going on. now, do you have an idea of how you're going to get his soul back or not?" my southern accent was coming out like it always did when i was mad.

"i'm going to talk to death. see if he can do anything, cas can't because it'll be to risky so i'm going for the next best thing."

"okay, when should i be there."

"i'll call you before i do it. so by the time it should be done, you'll probably be here."

"okay."

"okay."

"bye dean."

"bye belle." i hang up the phone and stare out the window into the sky. the moon and stars were out and they were beautiful.

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