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Remember when I said I was going to post something? That was before I got sick, got a citation for expired tabs, and my sound system for our black box decided to get even more complicated. Sorry, it's going to happen!
Be Strong Pt. 4
Part 1 Here Part 2 Here Part 3 Here
So…I didn’t really like Part 3. I feel like it was basically a transcript of When the Levee Breaks. I had to redeem myself and write a part 4.
Title: Be Strong Pt. 4
Author: sammit-janet
Word Count: 1,475
Warnings: blood, cussing
Bobby and I were at home when all the news stations went crazy reporting what they thought was a terrorist attack on the abandoned convent. They had no idea it was the damn apocalypse.
Dean had been taken from us, we assumed by the angels, and we didn’t know where Sam was, so we just waited. What else could we do? Finally Bobby got a call from Dean that he and Sam were safe and they were in Ohio, and he filled him in on the angel’s plan. Bobby and I jumped in the Impala and drove as fast as we could. I had so many questions. Where was Ruby? Was Sam okay? What had happened?
We knocked on the door and Dean answered, “Hey Bobby.”
Bobby gave him a hug and then walked into the room.
“Hi Dean,” I smiled and he hugged me tight, “Hey girl.”
Bobby hugged Sam and as he let him go he looked my way. I stood beside Dean, frozen. I was so glad to see him, alive, but I was still really hurt.
He walked over to where I was standing and pulled me into a hug, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I felt tears in my eyes as I hugged him back. It felt so good to be in his arms again.
Dean cleared his throat, “You guys weren’t followed were you?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Bobby said. “So, Sword of Michael huh?”
“Do you think we’re talking about an actual sword?”
“You better friggin’ hope so.”
Bobby, Dean and Sam sat at the little table in the room while he filled them in on what we had found out about Michael and his sword, showing them one of the books he had found in his house. I dropped the others on the bed and started looking through them.
“So where do we start?” Sam asked.
“Divvy up and start reading, try and make sense of all this.”
Sam walked down the stairs to the bed I was sitting on to grab a book but he stopped. He had a look on his face like there was something on his mind.
“Sam?” I asked.
He breathed a deep sigh and said, “Guys, this is all my fault, I’m sorry.”
“Sam—” Dean interrupted.
“Lillith did not break the final seal, Lillith was the final seal.”
I looked from him to Dean in shock.
“Sam, stop it,” Dean said.
“I killed her, and I set Lucifer free,” Sam said.
“You what?” Bobby said.
“You guys warned me about Ruby and the demon blood but I didn’t listen. I brought this on,” he looked like he was about to cry. I stood and took his hand in mine.
“You didn’t know Sam, it’s okay.”
He looked at me, thanking me with his eyes.
Bobby stood up from the table and walked over to Sam. “You’re damn right you didn’t listen. You were reckless, and selfish, and arrogant.”
“Bobby!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said again.
“Oh yeah? You’re sorry you started armageddon? This kinda thing don’t get forgiven boy!”
“Bobby! Stop it!” I was appalled.
“If by some miracle we pull this off, I want you to lose my number. Understand me?”
Sam looked like he had been punched in the gut.
“Sam, he doesn’t mean that. Bobby, tell him you don’t mean that!” I grabbed Bobby’s arm but he yanked it away from me and walked back up to the table.
“There’s an old church nearby, maybe I’ll go read some of the lore books there,” Sam said.
“Yeah, you do that,” Bobby said, his back turned to Sam.
“I’m coming with you,” I said, grabbing my coat. “I can’t believe you Bobby!”
Sam and I walked out of the hotel room and down the street.
“Sam, you know Bobby didn’t mean those things. He’s just upset and stressed out right now,” I said.
“No, he was right to say them. What I did is unforgivable. I started the damn apocalypse.”
“But you didn’t know Sam, Ruby tricked you,” we walked for a few moments in silence before I asked, “Where is she anyway?”
“Dead. Dean killed her with the demon knife.”
I tried not to do a backflip right there on the street, but that was the best news I had heard in a year. Suddenly Sam stopped walking and turned to me, grabbing my hands and squeezing them.
“(Y/N) I’m so sorry I left you in that motel room. That was totally uncalled for.”
I nodded my head, too emotional to speak.
“And I’m sorry I tried to defend Ruby when she knocked you out in the parking lot. I was so blinded by my hatred of Lillith that I was excusing things Ruby did that I never should have.”
“It’s okay Sam,” I said.
“No, it’s not okay, and there’s nothing I can say or do that will make it okay,” he let go of my hands and started walking again. I had to walk really fast to catch up with him and when I did I grabbed his arm and spun him around to look at me.
“Ok, then how about if I say I forgive you?” I said, begging him with my eyes to believe me.
“Do you?”
“Yes, I do. I understand why you did what you did. You thought you were doing the right thing.”
He stared at me for a minute, then said, “Thank you,” and leaned down and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. He pulled back, looked in my eyes, and then he kissed me! I was so surprised I didn’t know what to do, I’m not even sure if I kissed him back. He pulled away abruptly and said, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, that was stupid.”
“Sam—-shut up,” I grabbed his face in both my hands and pulled him back down, crushing my lips onto his, all those years of wanting and frustration pouring out of me. He grabbed me and pressed me up against him and I bit down on his lower lip, running my hands up his neck and grabbing on to his hair. He moaned and lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist, before—we realized we were still on the street! We both stopped, breathless, and he rested his forehead against mine before he set me back down on the sidewalk.
“What made you change your mind?” I asked, my arms wrapped around his waist.
“About?” he looked confused.
“Don’t you remember we decided we should just be friends since we’re both hunters and blah blah blah…?”
“Oh, yeah—that,” he smiled. “I guess the world coming to an end kinda makes that not seem important anymore.”
“Good,” I smiled.
We started walking down the street again when a thought occurred to me. “Hey Sam, how are you feeling? I mean, are you having any withdrawal symptoms?”
“No. It’s really strange, no headaches, no fever, nothing. It’s like whatever rescued me and Dean from Lucifer cleaned me right up.”
“Well that’s good news.”
“Yeah, at least we have some good news,” he smiled a little half-smile.
“Oh shit, I just realized we forgot the books!” I stopped and smacked myself on the forehead.
“Damn,” Sam looked devastated, “I really don’t want to go back there right now, Bobby was really mad.”
“How about if I go in the room and you just stay outside?”
“All right, I guess,” we turned around and headed back to the hotel.
I opened the door to the room and what greeted me was utter chaos. Dean was fighting with a guy on the floor and Bobby was lying in between the beds, stabbed!
“Sam!” I screamed and ran for Bobby.
Sam came running in the room, saw Bobby and yelled, “No!” before a woman who I hadn’t even seen bashed him in the face with the phone.
“Meg,” Sam recognized her right away. Oh great, just what we needed, another blast from the past. I pulled the knife out of Bobby and threw it to Dean who stabbed the man he was fighting with. I put my hands on Bobby’s stomach to try and stop the bleeding while Dean started walking towards Meg. She smoked out before he could knife her of course.
“Dean!” I yelled and both him and Sam ran over to where Bobby lay on the floor. “What the hell happened?”
“He was possessed,” Dean said, grabbing a pillow and ripping the pillowcase off, pressing it against Bobby’s wound.
“So—that wasn’t him talking?” Sam looked so relieved.
“I knew something was off, Bobby would never say those things,” I said.
“Come on, we gotta get him to the hospital,” Dean said.
Be Strong Pt. 3
Part 1 Here Part 2 Here
Title: Be Strong Pt. 3
Author: sammit-janet
Word Count: 2,088
Warnings: none
It had been a couple months since we had seen Sam and Dean. We talked on the phone every now and then. Bobby and I went on a few hunts, saved a few people. it was life as usual for hunters.
Then one day Bobby got a call from Dean. Sam was getting really bad, he hadn’t seen Ruby in weeks and he was acting really erratic, like an addict going through withdrawal. Dean wanted to bring Sam to the panic room and force him to dry out but he knew Sam wasn’t going to like it. So Bobby called Sam and made up a story about needing their help to get him to come to the house. The moment they walked in, my heart broke. Sam looked awful. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked rundown, and exhausted.
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I’ll Be Right Here Pt. 4
caratala said: Part 4 please!
As you wish…
Part 1 Here Part 2 Here Part 3 Here
Title: I’ll Be Right Here Pt. 4
Author: sammit-janet
Imagine: See above
Word Count: 1,575
Warnings: light smut, blood
"Ow Sam! Gently!" I slapped him on the shoulder.
"Stop being such a baby!" he said, working the needle through my skin. I was sitting on the kitchen counter and he was sewing up my latest injury. Damn werewolf had surprised me and slashed right through my upper arm.
"Ugh, give me a drink please," I motioned for him to hand me the whiskey he was using to disinfect my wound. He passed it to me and I took a huge gulp. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, "Are you almost done?"
"Yep," he bit the thread with his teeth and said, "there, good as new!"
I sighed in relief as he wet a towel and wiped the blood off my arm. I looked at my sleeve, ripped to shreds.
"That bastard, this was my favorite shirt."
Sam chuckled and then looked at me, suddenly serous, “Are you okay?”
"I’m fine Sam. Nothing to worry about," I smiled and gave him a kiss.
He helped me off the counter and started putting away our version of a first aid kit.
"I’m going to clean up and put on a new shirt."
"Okay."
I got to our room and pulled off the remains of my shirt, hissing in pain as it passed my wound. I turned on the shower and got in, letting the warm water hit my head and wash over my body. The water turned brown from all the dirt and blood washing off. Suddenly there were arms wrapping around my waist. I almost jumped out of my skin and spun around to find Sam in the shower with me.
"Hi," he smiled and kissed the tip of my nose.
"Hi," I pressed myself up against him and kissed the hollow of his neck.
"Are you okay? You’re shaking," he moved his hands up my back.
"I’m okay," I said, “you just startled me.”
“Dammit, sorry, I should’ve thought of that. You did just have an encounter with a werewolf who almost took your arm off,” he shook his head.
“It’s all right. I know how you can make it up to me,” I smiled.
“Oh? How’s that?” he cupped my ass in his huge hands and pushed me up against him. I could feel him hardening already.
“Put me up against this wall and have your way with me,” I whispered in his ear.
“Gladly,” he growled, and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and leaning me up against the wall.
A few hours later we were sitting at the big table in the bunker when Dean walked in, cell phone in hand.
“Yep, got it, I’m going to tell them now,” he ended the call and said, “got a case.”
“What’s up?” Sam asked.
“Roy seems to think it’s a vengeful spirit. Three people are dead already, we gotta get on this. You okay to hunt (Y/N)?” he rolled his eyes and said, “Judging from what I heard earlier I would say you are.”
"Dean!” Sam glared at him.
Oh my God, how embarrassing. I didn’t know he could hear anything!
I blushed and said, “Yep, let’s do this,” as I got up from the table.
Sam stood and punched Dean in the arm and then followed me to our room to pack.
We drove all night and slept all day, waiting for night time to go on the hunt. Dean stopped the car at the place and I got out of the backseat and stopped dead in my tracks.
“(Y/N)? What is it?” Dean asked. Sam looked at me over the roof of the car, concern on his face.
“This is it, this is the house,” I couldn’t breathe.
“The one from your nightmare?” Dean asked.
“Yes,” I looked at Sam. “Let’s go, we gotta get the hell out of here, now!”
Sam walked around the car and grabbed both of my hands in his, talking softly and calmly, “We’re not going anywhere. We’re going to do our job and save these people.”
“But Sam, I saw you die here!”
“Sam, maybe she’s right, maybe you should stay in the car, we’ve got this,” Dean said.
“No Dean, I’m not gonna—”
“Sam! Stay in the car,” Dean stared him down, not giving him the option to argue.
Sam huffed and sat down in the driver’s seat of the car, looking pissed.
“Thank you!” Dean walked to the trunk to get the weapons.
“Sam, thank you, really,” I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. He sighed, grabbing me and pulling me into his lap.
“You’re welcome,” he kissed me, tangling his hands in my hair, leaving me breathless. “Now go get that bastard.”
I stood, flustered, and straightened my gun holster. Dean slammed the trunk closed, weapons in hand. “Ready?”
“Yep, let’s do this,” I said.
We entered the vacant house, flashlights on, shining them in all corners of the room, looking for any sign of the vengeful spirit. Dean signaled me to go to the back and I nodded and aimed my gun and the flashlight down the hall.
I was walking into the second bedroom when it happened. I felt cold, down to my bones, and then suddenly it was like I wasn’t in control of my body anymore. I saw my hands turn off the flashlight and then my voice yell, “Dean! I found something!” Oh no…no no no! The spirit had possessed me. How could I have been so stupid?! I tried to fight for control of my body but it was no use. That damn thing had a serious hold on me.
Dean came running in the bedroom, “What? What is it?”
I saw my hands aiming the gun at him and then firing, hitting him in the shoulder. “No!!!!” I screamed inside my head. This was it, my nightmare was coming true. Dean fell against the doorframe, shock all over his face.
“(Y/N), what the hell?” he grabbed his shoulder, grimacing in pain.
“Dean run!” is what I wanted to say, but what came out was, “You hunters, you think you’re so great. Always coming to save the day. Hah! Don’t make me laugh.”
Dean quickly realized it wasn’t me anymore and tried to grab for the salt in his pocket but I quickly restrained him with one hand around his throat and another bending his wrist back at an impossible angle.
“(Y/N), fight this, I know you can fight it,” he gasped for air as I lifted him up off the floor.
“Stop it! Stop it right now!” I screamed but the spirit just laughed.
“Hey!!” Sam ran at me, his hand full of salt. He managed to clamp his hand over my mouth, pouring the salt down my throat when the spirit let go of Dean’s wrist and grabbed my gun, firing it into Sam’s chest. The spirit left my body and it was my voice that cried out in a garbled scream “Noooo!”
Sam collapsed on the floor and I fell to my knees beside him, frantically holding my hands to his chest, desperate to stop the bleeding.
“Dean, get the car!” I screamed, but he stood there in shock.
”Don’t do this to me Sam. I can’t live without you, I love you, please!” I cried and cradled his face in my hands.
Suddenly he was gasping for air and tearing open his shirt. I looked down to asses the damage but there was no blood, because he was wearing—a bulletproof vest?
“Sam?” I couldn’t believe it.
He coughed and groaned from the pain, “Oh man, that’s going to leave a bruise.”
I looked up at Dean in confusion and then back to Sam.
“When the hell did you put that on?” Dean asked.
“I put it on back at the hotel, just in case.”
I helped him sit up and pull the vest off. I pulled his shirt up, still in disbelief, and there was a large black and purple bruise forming right under where the bullet had struck the vest.
“Oh God Sam, I was so scared,” I hugged him so tight he hissed in pain and said, “Gently.”
I jumped back, “Sorry!”
“Well, I’m glad Sam’s alive and all, but, I do have a hole in my shoulder,” Dean’s face was white with pain.
“Dean! I’m so sorry!” I stood, grabbing my bandanna out of my backpocket and pressing it against his shoulder to stop the bleeding. He groaned in pain as I put his arm around my shoulders. “Sam, get the car, we’ve got to get Dean back to the room and get this bullet out of him.”
Sam nodded and ran outside to start the car. Dean limped down the hall with me supporting his weight.
“Are you okay?” he asked me.
“Am I okay? I shot you and almost broke your wrist! Are you okay?”
“I’ll live. And thanks to your vision, so will Sam,” he smiled.
“Yeah, I guess so. You know, I always hated having visions, but in this instance they were helpful, huh?”
“Yep. Maybe we should hit Vegas, you have any dreams about Blackjack?”
I laughed and helped him into the backseat. I slid into the front seat and scooted all the way over until I was snuggled up beside Sam. He put his arm around me, gave me a kiss, and we headed towards the hotel to play doctor.
Be Strong Pt. 2
anonymous asked:
can you please do a part 2 to Be Strong? you don’t have to if you don’t wanna
Of course I wanna! You’ll have to forgive me, I took some liberties with what actually happened on the show.
Part 1 Here
Title: Be Strong Pt. 2
Author: sammit-janet
Imagine: See above
Word Count: 2,187
Warnings: blood
"Hey (Y/N), hand me that gun will ya? I’m done with this one," Bobby laid the gun he had been cleaning on the table.
"Sure Bobby," I handed him the shotgun and started reading again.
"Find anything yet?"
"Nope," I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "There has to be some way Bobby. It’s been four months and we are no closer to getting Dean out of hell. Sam is God knows where with that bitch Ruby, and I—I just—"
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Hey guys, I’ve gotten lots of requests for a part 4 to “I’ll Be Right Here”. Just wanted to let you know I am working on it!
I'll Be Right Here Pt. 3
mermaid-misha said: OMG I need more of this fic like now!
Gladly! : )
Part 1 Here Part 2 Here
Title: I’ll Be Right Here Pt. 3
Author: sammit-janet
Imagine: See above
Word Count: 896
Warnings: blood
"Sam, please, wake up. Please don’t leave me. Sam!" I screamed but there was no response. His head lay in my lap, his chest was covered in blood. Dean came running into the old abandoned house, I could see the blood oozing out of the bullet wound in his shoulder.
"Let’s go, let’s get him to the car!" he yelled.
"Dean he’s not—I’m not sure if he’s—" I broke down, sobbing, pressing my hand on the wound in Sam’s chest.
Dean knelt down beside me and put his finger on Sam’s neck. ”Sam? Sammy? (Y/N) I can’t feel a pulse.”
I grabbed the collar of Dean’s jacket and shook him. ”No! Dean don’t say that! There’s got to be something we can do!” The look on his face broke my heart in two. If Dean was giving up then…no, this can’t be happening. I turned back to Sam’s body and cradled his face with my hands. ”Don’t do this to me Sam. I can’t live without you, I love you, please!”
I sat up in bed, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. I grabbed for Sam, and he was there, thank God.
"(Y/N)? You okay?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Yeah, I—I just had a really bad dream."
"Come here," he pulled me into his arms and I laid my head on his chest. My tears fell on his bare skin. "Are you crying?"
"It was a really awful dream."
"What was it about?" he rubbed my back.
"I—I don’t want to talk about it."
"It was that bad?"
"Yes," I sniffled.
"Okay, hey, we won’t talk about it," he kissed the top of my head. "Go back to sleep, I’m right here."
I laid in the dark listening to his heartbeat and eventually fell asleep.
I woke the next morning to the sound of the shower running in our bathroom. I quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen. I started the coffee and sat at the table waiting for it to brew.
"Mornin’," Dean mumbled, walking into the kitchen rubbing his eyes.
"Mornin’," I mumbled right back. Neither I nor Dean were what you called "morning people".
He sat at the table and yawned, rubbing the scruff on his face. ”Thanks for starting the coffee.”
"No problem," I massaged my temples, trying to scrub the nightmare out of my brain.
"You feeling okay?"
"Didn’t get much sleep last night."
"Oh whoa—TMI!" Dean threw up his hands.
"Dean! Not because of that!" I laughed. "I just had a—-really bad dream."
"And you think it was a vision?"
"Shhh! I haven’t told Sam about that yet!" I looked around to make sure he wasn’t in the room.
"Sorry, sorry. I forgot he didn’t know."
"I don’t know if it was a vision or not. I hope not."
Dean saw the look on my face and asked, “(Y/N), what was it?”
"I—it was nothing, I’m sure of it."
"(Y/N) if there’s something I need to know, you better tell me."
"I—I saw Sam die Dean," I choked back a sob.
"How?" Dean’s face looked ashen.
"I don’t know. In the dream there was a wound in his chest and you were shot in the shoulder. We were in some old abandoned house and you felt for a pulse and said you couldn’t find one and—" I stopped, unable to continue.
"Okay, okay, hey—-we’ll figure this out," Dean came to my side of the table and put his arm around me.
"I can’t lose him Dean, not now that I just found him. Not now that we’ve found each other."
"No one is losing anyone okay? Maybe it wasn’t a vision? Maybe it was just a regular, every day nightmare," he rubbed my arm trying to console me but I could see the fear in his eyes.
"What’s going on in here? (Y/N), what’s wrong?" Sam stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed in concern.
"I was just telling Dean about my nightmare," I wiped my eyes, giving Sam a reassuring smile, "everything’s okay."
"Why could you tell Dean but you couldn’t tell me?"
"Sam look, it’s not that big a deal, she didn’t look so great so I asked her what was wrong and she told me," Dean stood and went to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup.
"It was about me, wasn’t it? The dream?"
"Sam—I—" I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of what to say.
He nodded his head, his mouth set in a straight line, “It was. What happened, did I die or something?”
I just sat there, looking at my hands.
"So what does that mean? Do we need to take precautions now?"
"What?" I looked up, how did he know about my visions? I glared at Dean.
He looked downright apologetic and said, “Look, I had to tell him! I’m not going to keep the fact that his girlfriend is having visions from him. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t do it.”
I sighed, “You’re right. I’m sorry Sam. It’s just, with your history of having visions and stuff I didn’t want to freak you out.”
Sam sat down beside me at the table and said, “I understand. It’s okay.”
I hugged him and said, “So you’re not going to run for the hills?”
He chuckled and said, “No, I’ll be right here.”
Part 4?
I'll Be Right Here Part 2
this is for maryjcarman who asked me to write more of this story!
Title: I’ll Be Right Here Part 2
Author: sammit-janetWord Count: 959
Summary: The reader has come home from surgery for appendicitis and Sam looks after her.
Warnings: none
I woke up and rolled over in bed, stretching my arms above my head. Ouch, forgot not to stretch too far. I was still a little sore from the surgery. I shuffled out of bed, rubbing my eyes, and went into my bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and brushed my hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. I pulled a robe on over my pajamas and walked out of my room in the bunker. Where the heck was everyone? It was so quiet.