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Me on my way to emotionally destroy @scarletteart1 by telling her ideas for my fanfic:
“Building something bigger than the struggle”
Finally the final result is here!!
Drawn for @4sri3l 🖤
Had the honor of bringing her story to life with this piece. Moody, quiet, and a little haunting just how it needed to feel.
So proud of how this turned out fr
If you haven’t checked out her story yet… you should
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
༺♱༻What Was and What Will Be༺♱༻
Summary: The first bit is a flashback to 1963 the rest is 2034 (Carly 13, Dean Jr and Layla 8, Liam 22-25; Liam is a new OC)
Words: 2,279
Warnings: language, mentions of deaths, kidnapping/run away/adoption, Dean being protective of inanimate property, Dean opens the pages in his pocket finally, Dean found obsession in killing every last Boo Hag the way Gordon found obsession with vamps and John did with Azazel, semi-retired Dean but not really, Dean still not being able to say no to Harmony even though she's gone, awkward growing up dad-daughter talks, Dean owns a cabin at the lake but still has the bunker, Dean forced to enjoy a summer day, sad Dean, Ronnie's final moments, dad Dean to his four nuggets, Carly driving and teaching Layla, Layla doesn't speak and Dean hears her for the first time, Ralph's mom just deserves a warning label because she's too sweet
@scarletteart1
Introducing Liam (former student of Harmony's who ran way and Dean took in and adopted legally, about a year or two after Harmony passed)
(photo from Pinterest, not sure who it is but the credit there said it's an Instagram called @tezukie)
"What Was and What Will Be" is absolutely stunning😭
The 1963 opening with Ronnie and Ralph broke me and put me back together. Ralph's mama is the hero we all nee"I didn't raise no pussy!" and the veil and the tree and the kiss under her blessing? Perfection. And then Ronnie's final words"this place is where people love each other and one day there's going to be people here that aren't supposed to love each other here that love each other more than anything" knowing what comes later with Harmony and Dean at that same lake? CHILLS.
Liam being one of Harmony's students who ran away and Dean adopted him? OF COURSE. That's so them. The super glue beer prank, him owning two garages, Dean only trusting him under Baby's hood chef's kiss.
LAYLA SINGING FOR THE FIRST TIME. Eight years of silence and she found her voice through her mother's books. Dean stopping dead, tears pouring, the sun hitting her honey eyes I am SOBBING. And him reassuring her "it's okay, you're not in trouble" even in his shock? That's growth. That's love.
DEAN FINALLY OPENING HARMONY'S NOTE. The one he's carried for over a decade. The one she said "you'll know when you need it." And he needed it for Carly for their daughter becoming a woman. Harmony still mothering from beyond. FULL CIRCLE.
Carly at 13, Jordan teaching her to drive since she was FIVE (of course he did), Dean Jr. with those green eyes snatching the Impala keys the next generation is PERFECT.
And that final scene Dean knocking on Carly's door, deep breath, "please, let me help you?" the door slowly opening. Grief and love and hope all in one moment.
This isn't just a fic. It's a love letter to every character, every moment, every year of storytelling. Ronnie's sacrifice, Harmony's legacy, Dean's healing all of it woven together like that tree with the carved hearts.
I'm honored to be part of this world 🖤
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⛧⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆Regarding Nicole⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆⛧
Summary: Takes place in December 2025-January 2026, set after the previous fic by almost a year but not quite. Dean can't sleep, he's alone in the bunker after Sam and Eileen got hitched he moved out and Dean is going a bit stir crazy. He decides to dig into an old unsolved case
Words: 2,405
Warnings: mentions of abuse physical, emotional, hints to sexual, language, mentions of addiction, mentions of possible mental health issues/ schizophrenia, Dean is jealous and starts to develop a beef with a toy wolf amongst other feelings, mentions of homophobia and racism, hinting to something very dark that's left ambiguous
OOC Author's Note: Sorry it's short @scarletteart1
This hit different reading it after everything we just wrote.
The way Dean is already half in love with her and knows he shouldn't be. The "she calls me uncle" pain. The way Ralph calls him out"you ain't stupid, you're dumb as hell and you're a pussy"—and Dean just... takes it. Because he knows it's true.
"She still calls me her uncle, thanks to you and she's married besides....I can't do that, couldn't even if I wanted to"
"Which you do, I can see it. Your ears turn red every time you say she's married, there's love in your eyes, you got it bad"
Ralph seeing right through him. Chef's kiss.
And the Ronnie reveal. Reading it now, knowing Ronnie's ghost is in the lake, knowing he saved Harmony that night, knowing Ralph still carries that loss it makes the scene where Ralph shows Dean the photo in the hospital hallway hit SO much harder.
"He died in 1963..." "Was it... natural?" "Every death is natural if you think of it. A heart stops beating."
Dean knowing exactly what that means. Ralph not saying it but Dean understanding anyway. The way trauma passes between hunters without words.
And that ending:
...no idea that the next time he'd track down Ralph it would be to meet his twins with Harmony less than a year later either, no idea that he'd end up taking the advice about the kiss too
THE FORESHADOWING. Reading this now, knowing everything that happens in the RP, is delicious. Dean getting the courage, Ralph getting to see Harmony happy, Ronnie's ghost still watching over the lake.
Also tiny detail I love: Dean having beef with a toy wolf. That's so Dean. Getting weirdly territorial over inanimate objects because his feelings are too big to process.
This fic isn't short it's perfectly paced. Every scene earns its place. The Cassie connection, the boiled peanuts, the tree, the advice. All of it. @harmonyharrington
OOC: I now have more OCS because of Harmony XD
All photos from Pinterest, names of characters below each picture
Harmony Harrington (Face Claim: Emmy Rossum)
•Bio daughter of Coralene Minsky and Steve Harrington, Steve's eldest
•Sister to Nick and Jordan Harrington
•Adopted mother of Carly Harrington
•hunter, Hawkins PD, Hawkins Middle English Teacher
Lucas Donatello Sinclair "LJ" (Face Claim: Devin Craig)
•Ex husband of Harmony Harrington
•Bio son of Lucas Sinclair and Max
•hunter, army vet
Ralph Jackson "Uncle Peanut" (Face Claim: Ernie Hudson)
•One of Harmony's many "Uncles", an old friend
•occupation unknown, sells boiled peanuts on weekends
Baker Harrington/Belcott (Face Claim: Edel Kavana?)
•Bio mom to Nick and Jordan Harrington
•Steve Harrington's ex wife
•hunter
Carly Harrington (Face Claim: idk, used someone from Supernatural, actress portrayed Emma Winchester)
•Steve Harrington's granddaughter
•Harmony's daughter
Jordan Harrington (Face Claim: Hugh Laughton Scott)
•Son of Steve Harrington and Baker, youngest
•Harmony and Nick's brother
• becoming lawyer
Coralene Minsky (Face Claim: Courtney Cox)
•Bio mother of Harmony Harrington
•no occupation
Nick Harrington (Face Claim: Brant Daughtry)
•Jordan's older brother and Harmony's younger brother
•Steve Harrington's and Baker's son
•becoming a doctor
Rochelle Davenport-Harrington (Face Claim: Camilla Mendes)
•Jordan Harrington's girlfriend
•occupation: painter, becoming zoologist
Ocean Beckwell (Face Claim: Madison Petch)
•Nick Harrington's ex girlfriend
•occupation unknown for a reason (spy)
• secretly bio mother of Carly Harrington (none of them know that; she gave Carly up immediately and she broke up with Nick when he got sick because she's scared of vulnerability and because of her job but they still love each other, she also because of the vulnerability thing couldn't handle staying when he was sick but she did visit)
(I didn't include the two sets of twins because they're all still new and little lol: @scarletteart1 )
Yesss!!!! Love seeing all the faces laid out like this!
Emmy Rossum as Harmony PERFECT casting. She's got that intelligent, slightly intense energy that fits Harmony so well.
Devin Craig as LJ Oof. That face works too well for someone who starts decent and then... yeah. Good choice.
Ernie Hudson as Ralph/Uncle Peanut THIS IS SO RIGHT. He's got that warm but haunted energy. Perfect.
Edel Kavana as Baker Stunning. Can absolutely see where Nick and Jordan get their looks.
The Supernatural Emma Winchester girl as Carly Full circle! Love that.
Hugh Laughton Scott as Jordan That blonde hair, that slightly distant look in some photos? Fits perfectly with his "distant but trying" arc.
Courteney Cox as Coralene CHILLS. She can do that "beautiful but something's wrong underneath" thing so well.
Brant Daughtry as Nick That soft but strong face? Yeah, that's Harmony's little brother.
Camila Mendes as Rochelle Gorgeous. Jordan's girlfriend being an artist/zoologist is such a good detail.
Madison Petch as Ocean OKAY WAIT. Ocean is Carly's bio mom and doesn't know? And she broke up with Nick because of vulnerability AND HER JOB AS A SPY?! That is a BOMBSHELL waiting to happen. The drama. The angst. The potential reunion. I am INVESTED.
Also "two sets of twins" plural?! So Dean Jr. and Layla PLUS another set somewhere? This family tree is WILD and I love it @harmonyharrington
⛧⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆The Broken Road ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆⛧
(OOC Author's Note: This isn't a fanfic blog, but, I love writing fics, and, this one ties into a roleplay I'm currently doing with Dean × Harmony that I'm really enjoying. Honestly love the ship so much, it has a interesting dynamic with her and Dean and plays into some interesting tropes, I'm not sure if tropes is the right word but anyways, I'm really just writing this for fun. I guess it's dedicated to myself and @scarletteart1 who's portraying Dean in the roleplay because we haven't been roleplaying long but I've gotten attached and need my fix now since we couldn't roleplay today. It might be short, slightly mediocre, but, it's just meant for fun and I hope it's still enjoyable. Yes, they're is a 19 year age gap between the two characters but they are both legal consenting adults with no blood relation, they're the family doesn't end in blood/found family. (This takes place a few years before our roleplay set in 2026 when she is 28/29 and Dean is 47 in the roleplay),This fic is in 2024, she is 26, it's basically like....a filler episode in their story from before they're together. Okay, I'm rambling lol, I write from straight from the old noggin no pre-planning or anything. If I'm roleplaying with you using Harmony sometimes some details of her story can change, just minor ones. Oh! Sorry, one more thing, I usually write with character/person × reader, haven't done and OC fic in a hot minute)
Words: 5,225
Warnings: language, abuse by parent physical/emotional, drug abuse(pills), addiction,death, religious themes, age gap, (if there are anymore I haven't thought of them yet)
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“Harmony….Hey…Hey uh….it's me, sorry–It’s Sa-”
“Sam Winchester. Uncle Sam, what's wrong?”
“You remember me?” Sam chuckles, “How did you-how did you think something was wrong?”
“It's only been four years, ofcourse I remember –no, no, you and Dean are the ones that lost touch—-not important, what's wrong?”
“Well uh….”
“You sound…..defeated”
“To be honest Harm…..I am…..I'm sorry I can explain why we lost touch”
“Does it relate to what's the matter?”
“Yes….. it's a bit of a long story”
“Yeah, four years long”
“Yeah……four years ago, listen, I'll explain later. Can we come together?”
“Always, I would love to see you and Uncle Dean”
“Harm, that's the thing…..Dean isn't here…..he died four years ago…,” she hears Sam swallow a lump in his throat.
“And you haven't brought him back yet? Tell me you didn't give him a hunter’s funeral”
“I did-but, but! I have connections I think can help us, I just think I need you to reach him, I haven't been able to…. believe me, I've been trying. So should I come to you or can you come to me?”
“I’ll come to you, let me pack and tell Dad bye and I'll head out….,” Harmony hangs up the phone and tosses it onto her bed before trotting downstairs
“Dad! Daddy?! Dad! Nick, is Dad home?”
“No, he went out. Why?”
“I got a call from Uncle Sam, says he needs me, I told him I would head his way”
“Okay, I'll tell Dad when he gets home,” she hugs her little brothers on the living room couch goodbye, kissing the top of both Nick and Jordan's heads and then rushes back up to her room, quickly emptying her bats and uniform from her bag she uses for baseball and filling it with a few essentials, clothes and her old hunting journal she hasn't used in what feels like forever. From the time she met Sam and Dean when she was nine until four years ago, hunting trips were a pretty regular thing for the three of them, they would bring her on a few trips a year.
“I’ll be back by Monday, Nick, seriously man, I'll be back by Monday,” she says, stopping at the door and holding it open as she looks at her brother and swallows a lump in her throat.
“Yeah, Monday, the appointment is at 7,” he looks over his shoulder at her and she nods, “see you Monday?”
“See you Monday.” He confirms, both of them understood the real implications of the questions, she was begging him to make it to Monday and he was giving his word he would fight until then and be alive when she got back.
She lingers, looking at him for a moment, taking his state in when he's turned his attention back to the game he and Jordan were playing and quickly strides over the threshold out of the door when she feels the dams inside of her about to break.
After taking a moment to breathe in the cold fresh air of the night, the burn filling her lungs, and closing her eyes to shake the negative possibilities out of her mind, “Monday. Monday, 7am. Monday, he'll see me Monday,” she pushes herself off of the wall by the door and makes her way to her car. She turns the key slowly, “Monday, 7,” she tells herself once more before starting the drive to the bunker in Kansas.
Twelve hours later she arrives and she's text Sam to let her in, he's opening the door, they're hugging and then she's stepping down the steps. “It doesn't feel right……,” she tosses her bag into the map table.
“Tell me everything I need to know….”
Sam told her everything that went down on November 19th 2020, wrapping his story up with, “I was in the comma for a while, it was honestly, it was like a djinn dream…..”
“You didn't want to leave it, but, you did. For Dean?”
“I just knew….. something wasn't right, it wasn't perfect. I made Dean a promise, in January 2006 and until then, I had kept it….sort of”
Harmony was listening to him intently, her hands on her hips
“What was the promise?”
“That I wasn't going to let him die, period……”
“You shouldn't ever make those promises….,” she sits next to him on the edge of the table, both crossing their arms over their chest and looking at their feet, again, she swallows the lump in her throat; she was speaking from experience, she had made that promise to Nick the last time before he went into remission. She knows she got lucky she was able to keep it but now with the threat being back she had to once again face that she may inevitably break the promise, but, she was a kid then and so was he, he was 12 and she was 14 and he was scared and she was trying to hold it together for the family.
“I know…..until that time, I had managed to keep the promise, kept bringing him back–”
“You said you think you can bring him back if you can reach this connection of yours, who is it? It's been four years, you still think you can reach them?”
“I'm starting to lose faith that I can, I'm thinking he's having trouble hearing me because he's a busy guy but I thought he could hear you because you don't reach out to him that often”
“What?” She looks up at him in confusion
“This friend of yours must be in some pretty high places if he can bring Dean back after you've burned his body and everything—you couldn't even bother to tell me so I could be there?”
“Yeah, he's pretty high up-”
“Who is it? Jesus”
“Close. Really close,” Sam holds up a Bible he had sitting on the table behind him
“You want me to pray?”
“Who am I praying to?”
“His name is Jack, he's a sweetheart and he would want Dean back too….if Dean went….up….he would've known and Dean would be here…..I'm thinking he can't hear me because of so many people trying to reach him and my voice is lost in the noise because I pray so often”
Harmony nods in understanding, “Okay, I'll head up and get started…..do I have to do it out loud? That feels weird ….”
“No, you don't…..so, how about you, how have you been?”
“I'll catch you and Dean up…..,” she goes to her room, tossing her bag off to the side half hazardly before pacing with her hands on her hips, thinking. Finally feeling ready she sits on the floor and leans her back to the bed and she closes her eyes and begins praying, in her thoughts, this was something that should be private and personal
Jack, hi, you don't know me but my name is Harmony Harrington, I know Sam and Dean. I'm not sure how you know them exactly, but, I'm like their niece, not really, not biologically, my mom, my brother's mom Baker, so the uncle title is mostly out of respect, she was a hunter too and they knew her, said she was like a sister to them….do you know her? She has been up there for a while now, anyways, sorry, I'm actually reaching out about Dean. Four years ago, he should have gone up there and Sam really misses him. I know it's a huge ask, but, could you maybe send him back? I think that Sam and I both feel as though it wasn't his time yet, I know it's probably not our place to say, but, you knew him so you know Dean Winchester should find the best woman in the world and fall in love, someone breathtakingly gorgeous, and funny, and smart, someone who could let him live and breathe and they could have little babies
She paused, feeling tears roll down her cheeks she wipes them and takes a deep breath, still keeping her eyes shut as tight as she could close them
They could get married, really classy, in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator and—---
She clears her throat both in reality and in her mind
He should have the chance to live before he dies. That's what I am asking and I really appreciate your time if you can hear me…….Mr Jack sir, if I haven't already asked for too much, I am so sorry for being so selfish, I know I don't do this often, I always figured God or Jesus or I suppose you now, were busy like Sam said and probably got headaches from all of the noise, but, it's also something for someone else more deserving than me, my brother, Nick, he's sick again, can you help him pull through again, please? He's 24 and he wants to go to college to be a doctor and I love him so much. I'm not just going to ask you for things, I'll also take this time to say thankyou, even though I do say it all the time, for everything. Again, thankyou for your time as well, I'm sorry if this wasn't done properly, I'm not really sure how to do it, amen
After finishing she had no idea what to do, so, she sat and opened her eyes and waited. Then she paced and waited.
“Harmony, nice to meet you,” she jumps hearing the voice and seeing Jack standing there out of nowhere. “I'm Jack,” he smiles and offers her a handshake which she accepts
“Nice to meet you”
“You as well but I have bad news…”
“Sam!! Jack is here!” She calls and Sam bursts in, they hug each other and then Jack speaks again
“I was telling Harmony, I have bad news but I have good news as well”
“Aunt Robin always says Bad news first, always”
“She got that from her friend Eddie, he's doing well,” Jack smiles for a second, “okay, the bad news is Dean isn't in Heaven”
“I was afraid you'd say that….,” Sam sighs
“What's the good news?”
“I can help y-,” Harmony quickly covers his mouth with her palm and hugs him, “thankyou”
She pulls away, looking between them, “he's not in Hell again, no way….”
“Purgatory,” Jack speaks, “I can send one of you there and pull you out”
“I'll go,” Harmony volunteers before Sam has time to speak
“Stay with her,” Sam tells Jack who nods and places his hand on Harmony; they appear it what appears to be woods
“Dean!! Uncle Dean are you here?! It's me Harmony!!! Harmony Harrington!!”
“Dean!!! It's me!! Jack!!!” They call as they look around when something or someone grabs Harmony’s ankle
“Harmony?” A hoarse, gravelly, voice asks and she looks down to see Dean looking up at them.
“You need to shave,” she smiles and Jack helps lift him up, something had stabbed him pretty good. Harmony holds pressure to the wound as Jack holds him up and touches them both to send them back. He manages to bring himself back after.
“Thankyou,” she and Sam both thank him before he simply smiles and leaves and Harmony quickly begins using the skills she had learned from Sam and Dean, and her boyfriend’s mother Max, to clean the wound and begin stitching Dean up before laying him down on her bed to rest.
“Rest,” she kisses his hair
Dean is out for quite a while until the next day, she comes back in to check on him again, “You're awake,” she smiles and places the plate of an Elvis burger on his lap.
“Who are you?” He asks, tilting his head and blinking and she chuckles, “Funny, really funny”
“No, seriously, who are you?”
“It's only been four years, I don't look that different. It's me, Harmony”
“Harmony?” He begins digging into the glorious burger she made
He was serious. Okay, that hurt. That hurt really bad
“Do you remember Baker?”
“Yeah, I remember Baker, she was like my big sister,” his face lights up, “Was….,” he repeats, his smile dropping
“I'm her husband's kid…..do you remember her sons, Nick and Jordan?”
“Yes! Yes, I remember them—-,” he stares at her, still trying to remember
“It's me, Harmony,” don't cry Harmony, smile, breathe, she tells herself in her head
“I'm sorry–”
“W-W-W-When I was 7, d-d-dad a-ad-dopted me…..my m-m-mom, not Baker, my birth mother, s-s-s-she used to take p-p-pills and she would s-s-start throwing all kinds of things at me and p-p-punching m-m-me….,” she looks to see if anything is helping him remember, it looks like the gears in his mind are turning
“U-U-Uncle W-W-Wayne h-h-helped D-dad ad-d-opt m-me a-a-and he b-b-brought me home a-a-and I-I-I r-r-remember M-Mom c-c-calling you-,” he was still thinking, hard, he was trying
“W-When I w-was n-nine–the d-d-day that Jord-dan c-came hom-me M-Mom d-didn’t a-and y-you and S-Sam t-told me that you w-were f-family and t-then you t-took me h-hunting with you o-over the years–”
“Harmony,” he remembers, she sighs in relief as he pulls her to his shoulder
“You don't have to talk anymore…..thanks for bringing me back,” he holds the back of her head
“Are you still seeing that boy?” He asks, finally letting her go and she nods
“That's what, you're 26 so eight years, he marry you yet?”
She shakes her head
“Oh come on~ has he at least proposed?” She shakes her head again
“You've got to be kidding me. I'm going to knock some sense into him,” he glances up to see her smiling, she writes on his napkin.
‘Have to go to be home by 7am, love you’ and then grabs her bag, tossing it over her shoulder
“What's the hurry?”
‘Appointment, I’ll be back really soon. Don't die on me Winchester' she kisses the top of his head and has to leave in a hurry to get back to Nick
By the time she had driven back to Hawkins and made it just on time to her brother’s appointment and sat to hold his hand, a message appeared on her phone. These days went by pretty silently, just occasional glances to her brother and from Nick to her, her thumb grazing gently over his knuckles, him leaning over and sleeping on her without realizing it.
Dean: Appointment for what?
She smiles at the text
Harmony: Not my place to say
Dean: Not your place to say? Are you okay?
Harmony: Yes, and yes, I'm alright
Dean: so you're ok?
Harmony: yes
She wanted to type no, no because even though she wasn't the sick one, this staying strong for Nick and their dad wasn't easy and took its toll at times. She knew Dean of all people would get that. But, she willed herself to type that extra third letter for yes. Dean hadn't known about the first time and if he knew this time it would break him, plus, he raised her tough, if he knew how she felt, it would disappoint him, letting Dean down wasn't something she wanted to do
Dean: Is it Coralene?
Dean: Harmonica…….
Dean: Harmony…..
Dean: Harmony!!
Dean: please answer me, give me something, I'm worried
Harmony had to take a moment to think of how to answer, something she rarely ever had to do. She runs her fingers through her hair to push it back out of her face. She and Dean had this thing, he couldn't say no to her and he had a way of doing something similar to her, Harmonica, she thinks of the day he thought of that nickname. She was 17, they were on a hunting trip. It was in South Carolina, middle of east bum fuck Egypt middle of nowhere sticks South Carolina, so out in the cotton fields and off the beaten path that they only knew it was somewhere between Clarendon and Santee counties, where, uncertain, on a dirt road and there was nothing in sight but those fields and a old honky tonk club; literally a barn and a empty dirt road. Nothing in sight in the pitch black night only lit by a sky of stars. The place really did seem like a fever dream someone could have instead of real. They were dealing with a Lady In White Bloody Mary hybrid and the disappearance of a five year old little girl twelve years before on Halloween that had turned into a forgotten cold case.
—------9 Years Earlier—------
“This seems like the place,” Sam pulled in to the gravel parking lot of a barn on the edge of the road, surrounded by woods and open hay fields on its side, a open cotton field on the other side of the road. The three of them step out, closing their doors in rhythmic unison. Harmony and Dean looked around at the surroundings. She didn't realize that she had stayed longer a bit longer than he had and he had started looking at her in question of her intent focus, she was staring at the middle of the cotton field.
“Harmony!”
“Hm?”
“You okay? You seemed to zone out there, the cotton speaking to you or something? Comeon', let's go eat, Sammy went in already. Place like this has to have good food, I know it,” he smiles and they walk in. Sam had already chosen one of the high top tables for them. There obviously weren't many patrons here. They ordered and began talking about the case.
“So, the little girl was five, her name was Nicole Osbrooks, she disappeared on Halloween night twelve years ago…..her parents had no idea what happened to her, they had three daughters, she was the youngest, the middle girl told the police they had gone on a hayride in the fields with the other kids in town, it was a whole thing, she said her sister said she saw something out in the field coming after them that she and no one else saw, a lady with long black hair down to her feet wearing a old timey white dress, the sketch artist sketched it looks Victorian?” Dean began reading off their notes and asks Sam about the sketch in the file and Sam nods. “The sister says that Nicole was saying the lady was chasing them and then when they went home she and her friends dared her sister and one of their little sisters to say bloody Mary into the mirror and Nicole freaked, said the lady was in the mirror and she was scared. The sister also made a point to say she thought Nicole was being a silly little kid, caught up in the holiday, because when the girls at the sleepover all went to bed everything was fine but when they woke up, Nicole was missing, vanished into thin air….the parents were distraught, they had only adopted Nicole about a month before that……Nicole was never found, case grew cold…..”
“They lived in a trailer, there's a trailer behind the trees in the cotton field,” Harmony says, out of nowhere
“How do you know that?” Sam and Dean both tilt their heads
“I don't know….,” she says honestly, “this place…..I just….feel….deja vu–may I have a sip of that?” She eyes Dean’s beer. He glances at her, then his bottle, then her again, “I guess one sip won't hurt,” he blinks and passes it to her for her to take a sip. “Hey! One sip young lady!” He snatches it back.
“You okay?” He asks her sincerely and she nods
“So, what's the plan, talk to the locals? See if there were any deaths of a woman, if they knew Nicole, local legends?” She asks
“Yeah, sounds like a good a plan as any…..,” Sam nods and they all look around at the patrons, all twelve of them tops; honestly more of a turn out than one could expect, this place was literally a barn and meant to be hidden, there weren't even any signs for a name of it anywhere outside, nothing but a string of Christmas lights hanging from the roof that probably stayed up year round and three cars and a very very small biker gang’s bikes outside.
“Who should we start with??” Sam asks
There were two older gentleman at the small bar, the four bikers, some young girls probably ranging from 21-30, one woman about Sam or Dean’s age, and a few young guys in their 20s and 30s.
“You could talk to the girls, Sam and I will take the men,” they split up, but the community was obviously…..close knit, wouldn't tell them anything so they meet up at the table again.
“New plan, you two talk to the girls, I'll handle the guys,” Harmony starts adjusting her tank top to put her tits on display.
“You're 17, are you crazy?” Dean's reaction was priceless
“Dean, I'm not actually going to do anything and besides you two are right here and won't let that happen, I'm just going to get answers. If this doesn't work, we can all talk to the old men over there,” Dean was reluctant
“Get anything from the girls? I saw one of them leaving in tears”
“Yeah, that's as close as we got to an answer from any of them; soon as we mentioned Nicole we didn't have a chance to get any further….you get anything?” Dean asks her
“No…..,” Harmony fixes her shirt and buttons up her flannel, “let go talk to him,” she points with her head to the old man sitting in the middle of the other two that was staring at them
They stride over and the other two clear out and leave, leaving him alone with the trio.
“This your little sister?” The man asks
“No, our uh……”
“Niece,” Sam finishes for Dean
“Like real niece or just a respect thing?”
“Pardon?”
“Round here if you got somebody like a cousin that is older or anybody older we just call them Aunt and Uncle out respect–sweetpea, you look familiar,” he looks to Harmony
“I do? That's weird, I was saying earlier this place gives me deja vu and I don't know why, heebie jeebies honestly, with all due respect”
“You ain't wrong,” the old man chuckles, “you got the same hair as somebody that used to live out here, sweet little thing–what was her name?”
“Would it be chance be Nicole Osbrooks?” Sam asks
“Yeah, yeah that's it. I ain't never seen hair like hers before or since, real purty’, that good hair. Same color, same length, down to her hiney’, same texture-”
“You look at little girls hair like that often you old pervert?” The old man rolls his eyes at Dean's defensive question
“It ain't like that boy, I knew Nicole, she used to buy my boiled peanuts every weekend, called me Uncle Peanut,” he chuckles, “she was a strange little kid, but, she was a sweet girl, shame what happened to her. Good kid, teacher down at the school loved her, she was always reading’, real bright, brighter than most of us around here, but, she had this real’ awful stutter, poor thing bless her heart, made up for it with her smile. Stayed over in the trailer over yonder with her two sisters, momma, daddy. I heard what happened to ‘er ‘bout what, Goin' on twelve years ago now; she was a real tiny little thang’ ‘bout ye high,” he references a tiny little girl with his hands.
“Thankyou sir,” Dean nods and smiles, “do you know what might have happened to her? We're investigating her case”
The older black gentleman raises his eyebrow, “heard she disappeared Halloween, ain't been seen or heard from since, that was her sister that just left–tore her up real good, she talked to the police when it happened and ain't been able to since; she moved outta here, stays somewhere else now; the old trailer is abandoned”
“Thankyou sir,” Dean says again and turns starting to leave with Sam, “let's go check out the trailer-,” he and Sam stop and turn to see Harmony had stopped.
“Well, are you coming?”
“Something is telling me not to go across that street. I'm going to stay here with Mr-”
“Jackson, but I like Ralph”
“I'm staying with Ralph”
“This one of your gut feelings?” Dean asks, making eye contact with her and she nods.
“Okay, Sammy, go check out the trailer, I'll stay here with her-those bikers have been eyeing her the wrong way and I might have to break some teeth in,” Sam nods and leaves and Dean sits next to Harmony, sandwiching her between him and Ralph. She was already researching something on her phone
“What are you looking up?” He looks over at her screen, “Yourself, you're looking up yourself?”
“Yeah, Dad adopted me from Coralene, maybe I was adopted before”
“Were you in the system before that?”
“I don't remember, I only remember Forest Hills and Coralene and Uncle Wayne, but, my name was Nicole, I had-have a stutter, I call you and Sam and Wayne my uncle's and no one ever told me to I just did it, Ralph says my hair stands out, I was five twelve years ago, and I have an inexplicable accent that isn't from Indiana despite having been in Hawkins as far as I know my entire life and this place scares me”
“So you think you're Nicole Osbrooks?”
“How often is my gut wrong Dean?”
“Not often,” he has to admit, “alright…..,” he watches her research, she was just as good as Sam, better.
“Mr Ralph, was Nicole's eldest sister named….Tina…..?”
“Yeah, how the world you know that?”
“I gotta get out of here! Thankyou Mr Ralph,” she finds herself hugging the man and he has no problem hugging her back. When she pulls away and grabs Dean's hand to pull him out she stops seeing the door open and the woman who steps in and doesn't realize she's hyperventilating. Dean was trying to coach her to breathe in and out, Ralph taps him on his shoulder and kneels down in front of her, “Hey sweet pea, Uncle Peanut won't let your sister get you, ‘member this?” He takes a harmonica out of his pocket and starts playing and it calms Harmony right down. “Uncle Peanut wants you to keep his harmonica safe okay?” He wraps her fingers around the instrument he had placed in her palm.
“Her sister was a mean drunk…….did things to her…….I don't know how she went missing, prolly’ ran off on her own but you should get her out of here,” he tells Dean, “take the girl to her daddy, leave all that here….get ‘er outta here, speak of the devil, case solved, call this one a wash,” he points with his head to the door and Dean's eyes follow and then Dean nods.
“Come on Harmonica,” he gently offers her a hand and helps her outside where they called Sam to come and they got the Hell out of there
—---present day—--
Dean: Harmonica Harrington!
Harmony: Sorry, I zoned out; got absorbed into a good story
Dean: You scared the hell outta me. Thanks for pulling me back
Harmony: don't thank me 🩷
Dean: I feel like I've been gone forever, you're all grown up now
Harmony: I've been grown up for a while now
Dean: yeah suppose so, how's the appointment going?
Harmony moves her head to see Nick feeling obviously sick to his stomach and she gives his hand a firm squeeze and leans over to kiss his head, “You're doing great little brother, we can get food after this if you want to. I've got you,” she lays his head on her shoulder
Harmony: had better, had worse. How are your wounds? How was my stitching? I was a bit rusty, but, I have confidence I cleaned it well
Dean: You did great, thankyou. So, you said you're teaching now?
Harmony: Yes, I love my babies. 7th grade English
She sends a selfie she and her class took
Dean: Impressive. Following Steve's footsteps?
Harmony: Partially
Dean: Proud of you. How long have you been doing it?
Harmony: It's my first year, I am having to take time off. Thankfully Hawkins is desperate and I think they like me so they have a substitute to come in on days I can't and they work with me
Dean: That's awesome! Do you still have Mocha?
Harmony: I do!
Dean: Tell her to attack LJ if he doesn't propose to you soon
Harmony: I'm not having my wolf attack my boyfriend. So, now that you're back, what are you going to do?
Dean: Get back to the family business I guess
Harmony: Nothing else?
Dean: Else? Like what?
Harmony: Really?
Dean: Am I missing something?
Harmony: Maybe hunt something that isn't supernatural lol
Dean: Like what? Deer? I don't know how I feel about taking out Bambi
Harmony: Like a person
Dean: why the hell would I hunt a person?
“Come on, let's get some food in you, yeah?” Harmony helps Nick up and helps him out to leave when the appointment is over.
“I've got you. I've got you little brother, just don't puke on me. Are you hungry?”
“I can try to eat…..you're short”
“Yeah, I know,” she reaches up to mess up his hair and is served a painful reminder that there isn't any. He had a head full of luxurious chocolate brown hair six months ago.
Dean: How did the appointment go?
She sees the new text after getting home and getting ready for bed
Harmony: Better than some, worse than others. I'm exhausted, I'm going to call it
Dean: Do you work tomorrow?
Harmony: It's Tuesday, so yeah, work until Friday there's another appointment
Dean: Is it a friend of yours? I'm sorry. Anything Sam and I can do to help?
Harmony: Wish there was, goodnight Dean love you guys 🩷
Dean: I'll be keeping in touch. Night Harmonica, love you too 🩷
Harmony: I know, I'm your favorite niece
Dean was on the other end wanting to ask if they could kill the uncle thing
“Sammy, how do I respond to someone telling me that their my favorite type of relative without telling them I don't want to be called that anymore because I don't want them to think I'm say I don't want to be family anymore, because I very much do?”
“What?” Sam looks at his brother in his bedroom door in obvious confusion
“Nevermind—where you going?” Dean's eyes furrow, returning the confusion as he sees Sam getting his boots on, “that's your good flannel and you shaved–is that a ring?” He eyes Sam’s hands tying his boots
“Yeah, and yeah”
“Who?”
“Eileen”
“Eileen,” Dean smiles, happy and relieved to hear that, “so, just going to leave your big brother on his first night back?”
“Yes, because I'm excited to tell my fiance he is back,” Sam pats his shoulder on the way out
Dean: You know, you're a grown up, I can just be Dean if you want; I could have been all along
@harmonyharrington this fic is not a “filler episode.” It’s canon now. This is the FOUNDATION of Harmony and Dean’s relationship. When they finally get together in the RP, all these moments will be part of their history. Every look, every touch, every “I’ve got you” becomes so much more meaningful because of this.
Bring Ralph back. SERIOUSLY. He needs to meet the twins.
And the harmonica? Dean should find it. Maybe while they’re moving things into the bunker. Or maybe Carly finds it and asks what it is. And Harmony tells her the story of Uncle Peanut. And Dean listens from the doorway, remembering.
I’m not crying. You’re crying.
TLDR: 10/10 would emotionally devastate myself again. Thank you for writing this. Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do. And thank you for being the best RP partner🖤
Now write more so I can cry again😭🖤
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Commission: Overlord White Rabbit VS Exorcists
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Scene from my client’s fanfiction Naruto is trapped inside a sealing bubble restrained, isolated, yet still trying to reach out through his breath. Outside, YAN kneels, the same seal burning on his chest as he watches helplessly. A dark cave filled with silence, emotion, and unspoken words ❤️
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