#batman dean

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4!!!!!!

Mary was crying in Baby when Sam walked in.

"Everything okay mom?"

"Yea, im just remembering when... before you two were born. When i made the deal. And the demon."

"Did Dean ever mention that we killed him? He.. i would understand if he didn't. It was rough."

"I do. He did. Lets count though. How many times you three saved the world. Too many times."

Sam sighed, opening the passenger door. Looking at the frame, he spotted the blood mark in the dent that he usually hit his head on. "I need to not." He mumbled softly.

"You boys know how proud of you i am. I dont need to keep saying it. You two slso know, this isnt a life i wanted for you. But im glad you made the choices you two did. The other world. With out you two in it. Was the stuff of nightmares at times. Now i know what John went through."

"In the Vietnam war?"

"Yea. Too much."

"Colorful wars are still wars, Mom."

"Youre right. Anyways, remember the story i had you tracking?"

"Yes, so um. I think its Vampires, but simce we're so close to Halloween, i put Bobby and one of the girls. They seem to be getting better. All of them."

"Theyre adapting, Sam. They know that theres no way to go back. I don't think they want to. Theres Netflix here. Most of them have local crushes. The guys seem to be attracting likewise attention. The couples that were together in the other world, seem to be nesting."

"But if we see kids in here, theres going to be an issue. We love kids, Dean and i, but theres no room as it is."

"I know, Sammy, I know."

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5!!!!!

Cas picked Jack up by his shoulders. "Alright, try again."

The Angel's blade felt very wrong in Jacks hand, as he held it blade down. His pinky was cramping due to the weight of the silver blade resting in it's tense. "I think that not having power, really, really 'drags', as Dean says."

"He says a lot of things, but that is among them. Sucks would be first. Shitty, even."

"I agree." Jack sloppily slashed the blade towards Cas, but was slapped down hard once more. "I think, im done. For the day."

"I agree. You need rest, a warm bath, and water. You have been sweating profusely this entire time. I think because you skipped several major stages of your life, your body is trying to play catch up."

Mary walked in the door holding a towel. "I could smell you from the garage. Take a shower. Youre getting better though."

"Im still not fast enough."

"But you are enough, Jack. You already know what im going to say. No one was born ready to fight the evil in the world. No one was as fast as are now, when they were born. It takes time. Practice. Patience."

Cas nodded. Jack still looked disappointed in himself.

Jack slowly got up, handing the angel blade back to Cas. "I will be a while in the shower."

"No need to explain, Jack."

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6!!!!

Cas walked into the bunker just in time to have Jack crossing his path. Jack absentmindedly said "Hey Dad." And kept going on his way. Cas looked to Dean, then Sam.

"What?"

"Cas, he said it to me too. He read a book, like Sam does, and now he's lost."

"Lost in thought Dean. Wuthering Heights is a deep book."

"You gave him what?" Dean's eyes were throwing daggers.

"I remember Wuthering Heights from Metatron. Its it the same one?"

"Probably."

"Why? Brontè's work isnt... Jack. Hasnt. Gone. To school. Like you did. Or like i did. He doesnt know.. oh God, Sam."

"Jack, what did you learn from the book?"

"Huh? Oh, um. Revenge kills, and love sucks. But it has its good points, i know. But why does it have to be written in... Olde English?"

"Thats the period Brontè set it. Girls were married too young, men were brutes. Love from the heart just didnt mix."

"Oh. Okay. Well, i would like to see it. I dont think i understand what happened fully."

"It was made into a movie." Sam proposed.

Cas and Dean groand at the same time.

Sam sighed, "we can watch it, somewhere."

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7!!!!

Sam walked into the kitchen, now completely decorated in Halloween papers. Pumpkins by the sink, carved. Skeletons hanging off the pan rack, clanking. Paper ghosts somehow taped to the ceiling by none other than Mary. Breakfast was now, and it was louder than a banshee's scream.

Sam only picked a mug and poured some coffee, choosing to be out of the spookery.

Mary, noticing that her son was too quiet, "Sam, are you alright?"

"Im just still not over the fact that i almost lost Dean. Again. Still."

Mary held her youngest son at arms' length. "Sam. You saved him. Again. He's here. I know you think something is off, but... We can only be in the present for so long. We cant linger in the past, more than the present or future."

"I know. Its just. I cant. You know, im still stuck on Jess. Our Bobby too. I know everyone dies. Its not always our fault, but i cant let Dean go. I mean, what if Michael comes back?"

"We'll deal with that if it happens. But you need to eat. Now."

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8!!!

Jack jumped on Deans bed, successfully knocking the Winchester out of it. "Dean! We got nougat!"

Dean, grumbling from the floor, "why cant people respect a man's space? Is it so hard, to respect a mans space?"

"Sorry Dean. I just... i wanted to share my excitement. I haven't had nougat in over a year. And i couldnt wake Sam. Cas is gone, Mary is making something and shooed me out of the kitchen. Everyone else doesnt know."

"Great kid, im glad you got something you like. I just got back from a hunt, i was knocked out, and im trying to recover."

"Well, i was wondering if you could get us more nougat? After youre done that is. I want everyone else to try it."

"If i can scrounge the money, coffee, and energy." Dean rolled onto his aching back. "God, this job just doesnt stop."

Jack hopped off the bed, to stand by Deans side. "So, its a yes?"

"If you help me, yes." Dean leaned forward, his back popping, putting itself back into place.

Sam knocked lightly on the door. "Cas called, the sherriff found the witches. We're in the clear. There was a small forest fire. And the demon that made the deals, dead by a year."

"Sammy, can you get this kid some nougat? He bounced me off my bed."

"Sure, just give me a second. Need a jacket. Its nippy out."

"Can you not use that word while youre at it?"

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9!!

They had spent the better part of the day asleep in the motel room, Sam waking up every hour to make sure Dean was alive. Images of Deans head under the shovel, flashing, slowing, progessing. Even though Sam had stopped it.

But that was yesterday. Dean seemed fine, he was even driving. Cas had popped in briefly to check up on them, then kept going. Trying to track down the deamon who made the deals. But since Hell was in shambles with no hierarchy, it was proving to be very difficult.

"Sammy, come back to me. I know that look. You were thinking about them again, weren't you?"

"Yea. About how we almost became monsters so many times. About how we were monsters. But we're alive, and i killed them Dean."

"There wasnt anyway to save them. Becoming a demon, that can be cured. Becoming a werewolf, thats difficult, but you can work with it. Vampires, if they still exist, can be cured if they havnt gone too far. But witches are something different. I know there are good ones, but once they start killing... its hard to stop them. The only witch we know well is Rowena, but we litterally cant kill her. Sometimes i hate this cop, judge, jury, and executioner thing."

Sam sighed, nodded, and turned to look out of the window. Nothing but the night sky turning light with the dawn over open fields. Closing his eyes, he wiped away the last tear. "Yea, it seriously sucks. But everytime the world starts to go to shit, we're there. I wish we could retire. Honestly. I wish we didnt need to constantly save, well, everything. And i know we've started shit, but we're tired. I bet your brain looks worse than an athlete's. With how hard she hit you, im surprised youre not dead."

"Well im not. Youre not either. You got the keys?"

"I was just going to call Mom. Its already 6. We're still an hour out. She'd be awake."

"And with coffee. Bacon." Deans stomach grumbled. "Pancakes. Cinnamon buns. Pie." With every food, the longing on his face became clearer.

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10!!

Dean was unconscious on the gravel. Turns out, the trio did want to take him out,and for good. They had aim, Sam gave them that. But their ambition to kill every cocky son of a b!+(# was what did them in.

Sam laid his head back on Baby's body. "Some day. We're going to retire. You, Dean, me, Mom. All of us."

Dean began to stir after being knocked out by a shovel to the head.

"Take it easy Dean. You definatly have a concussion after that." Sam looked at the three witches in a pile. They used to be hunters. "I seriously hope we don't end up like them. But with how many times we've come close..."

Dean groaned, rolled over, and dry heaved. "Fuck me. What happened?"

"Well, we met them at the school, they took us for drinks- again, i let them take off with you, its now 3 am, we're 30 miles from the motel, and they used to be hunters."

"Hunters turned murders? Seriously?"

"Yep. 3 years ago, they each made the same pact with the same crossroads deamon. The twins arent even related. They got magic, they got revenge, then they... i dont know, went completely rogue. Crystal, Samantha, and Chrysler. Who would name their daughter after a brand of car?"

Dean gave a small chuckle.

"Of course you would. But anyone normal? Probably not. She must have been teased so much in school. And Samantha. She could really fight."

"Sammy, dont beat yourself up too much. It was either going to be us, or another hunter. Theres no sense on hanging onto it."

"3 sentences. Youre getting better. Just dont get up." Sam got up from his spot against Baby and walked over to Dean, who was halfway up. "Well, if youre going to get up, lets get to the car." He led his brother to standing, then to the open and inviting door of the Impala. "Now, if you'll excuse me, i'm going to give them a proper hunters funeral."

Dean laid back across the seat, letting his brain sort itself as Sam rummaged in the trunk. "Remind me to get more salt, and sheets."

"Dean... when Michael had you... I may have over prepared. I might have also stopped sleeping, and started starving. So i prepared for both of us. Plus, we now have so many new people at the bunker... i had to." Sam slammed the trunk. He walked over to Chrysler, picked up her lifeless body gently, and untangled her limbs from her covensisters. Stretching open the first of 3 sheets, he could hear Dean begin to snore lightly. Samantha had a hell of a swing with the shovel.

He laid each of them in their own sheet. Taking care to smooth their hair away from their faces as he wrapped them up and cried softly. He would never tell Dean, how close he had been tonight. He salted them, said the hunters prayer, dumped the fuel, and lit them in the hunter's funeral. All with Dean asleep in baby, and soft tears slowly making tracks in the dirt covering Sam's face.

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11!

A/n: this is a work of fiction set in a very real place. Alabama exists ya'll. So does Bankshead national forest. The people dont. Well, they might, but i dont know them.

Dean woke up with a hammering hangover.

"How are you feeling? I think they might have slipped you a few things."

"I feel like youre yelling, so shut up please."

Sam handed him a glass of water and a couple of pills. "I examined the hex bag. They didnt do the spell, so youre alive. But i found nothing interesting. Its like it was made by a hunter. Litterally scraps of everything. Even an amethyst and grey dirt."

"Thought you said the other victims had grey dirt on their shoes, and an amethyst in their pockets. And everything is interesting. Maybe the trio are hunters. Or know who the witch is."

"Well the taller of the 3 seemed fishy to me."

"She smelled like fish actually. The other two smelled like chicken."

"Im not going to as why or how. Nope. Holding it in. But seriously, Dean?"

"Its all i remember. Hands all over me, fish girl, and chicken twins."

"Twins? Dean, theyre triplets."

"Nope. The fish girl, Charity, is an older sister. By 10 years."

"We found ourselves a witch, Dean. Huh, i was wondering why such pretty women would be open anout that. Usually they say 'a lady never says her age.'"

"Yep. But these women were about to haul you off. They were litterally carrying you away. I could barely lift you into the room. God, you were so drunk."

"Yea, and we cant just bust into the school to kill em."

"We'll wait, and see if they want to take you out again."