Summary: Dean and Sam get their asses kicked by a witch whose big green eyes Dean can't get out of his head.
Warnings: Canon typical violence
Word Count: 1.1k
Songs:
(You Want To) Make A Memory
Evil Woman
A/N: This is my first fic! This is the first part, and I hope you guys enjoy! My sister @gingernut1314 beta read this for me. Go check her out!
Prologue
Lillian
~Year is 1676 in Scotland~
“You can't just leave us here Lily!”
When I decided to join the coven I had no idea of their plans. If I did then I wouldn't have joined and I wouldn't be in this situation. Leaving Scotland and my siblings behind for America. I feel like my mother, leaving them behind like this. My mother, Rowena, is a very powerful witch, so I guess that gave her the right to leave her seven kids behind.
“I don't have a choice, Fergus. You know what they're trying to make me do! Leaving is the only way to keep all of you and the world safe.” At this point, I'm just throwing the things I need in the only travel bag we own. It's big and brown and basically fallen apart.
“I knew you would end up being exactly like her,” Fergus says, turning his back on me and walking away. Let's get one thing straight, I am nothing like my mother. She's a cruel, selfish woman. If I have to blame anyone for this I would blame her. She's the reason I have these powers in the first place.
After I got everything I needed in my bag, I went around and said goodbye to the rest of my siblings.
I didn't exactly have a ticket to get on the boat, but that wasn't going to stop me. I need to get on that boat. So carrying my bag on my shoulder I snuck my way onto the boat and down to the storage rooms to hide.
As the ship started sailing off I looked out a small circle-shaped window and saw my home get further and further away. Saying that I'm scared would be an understatement, I've never been farther than the city.
I'm going to stop those witches. I won't let them go through with their plan even if it's the last thing I do.
Dean
~338 years later in America~
Sam and I thought that this would be an in-and-out kind of vamp job, and it was until we walked past this door.
“What are they talking about?” I whispered to Sam as the girl in the room paced back and forth with her hand on her hip. She has curly red hair and big green eyes. “This chick kinda looks like Rowena,” I whispered to Sam.
“I know I was just thinking that.”
“Hopefully she's not a witch like her,” I said that as a joke, but of course right as I say it the door flings open and we get shoved which leads to us toppling onto the floor. Before I could get up the woman squats down right next to me yanking the back of my hair to make me look up at her. Her green eyes pierced into my soul.
“Who do we have here, shall we find out?” She asked the man who hadn't moved from his spot behind his desk since we came in.
“How about not.” I spit out.
Wrong move.
She pressed her fingers on my head. The last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out was her eyes glowed with green light.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't Dean Winchester.” She leaves me lying on the floor as she stands up.
What the hell just happened? How does she know my name?
“So, that must mean that you're Sam Winchester.” She said, pointing at Sam.
“What the hell did you just do to me bitch?” She walks to the man behind the desk giving Sam and I time to get up.
I've said it before and I'll say it again I fucking hate witches.
“Nothing, I just looked into your head, jeez stop being dramatic.” She said, with a dismissive hand.
Oh, I'm being dramatic now! I don't think so!
I pulled my gun out and pulled the trigger, shooting her right in her stomach. She snapped her head down to find blood oozing from her shirt, a shocked look on her face. Her green eyes snapped back at me, rage burning in her eyes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! I just got this shirt!” She flung my gun across the room as Sam pulled his gun out and shot her again, this time right in the middle of her chest. She looked down at the bullet hole, rolled her eyes, and flung Sam across the room. I watched him hit the wall and pass out.
“Sam!”
“He’ll be fine.” The man behind the desk decides to pitch in. I forgot he was even in the room. Apparently, so did the red-haired witch because she looked surprised when he talked.
“Oh! I thought I already took care of you, I guess not.” And with one sharp flick of her hand, the man's head fell off. “Don’t worry he wasn't human.” She says as she walks around his desk to pick his head up and show me his fangs.
“A vamp? What do you get out of killing a vamp?”
“Oh nothing, he just wasn’t helping me out with my problem.”
“Problem?” I guess I asked too many questions because just as it left my lips she flung me into the wall, pinning me there.
“I realize I haven’t fully introduced myself, my name is Lillian.” She was walking over to me. “I don't want to hurt you two, you're just giving me no choice”
“You know it doesn’t really feel like that.” She stopped in front of me, placing her hand gently on my shoulder. Her eyes started to light up a dark green color. She must be pretty powerful.
Great.
“I'm sorry that I made you feel that way.” Her hand started traveling down my chest, where her other hand joined beside it.
I closed my eyes tight, prepping for what was about to come.
I felt her hands leave my body suddenly. My eyes flew open and I found Sam slapping a pair of silver cuffs on her.
“Fucking Winchesters.” She spit out as we put her in the back of the impala.
“Are you sure you don’t just want to kill her Dean?” Sam asked after he shut the door on her. I walked around the back of the car to get to the driver's side.
“Something about her just makes me think that she's important. I don’t know man.” Sam glanced back down at her through the window and opened his door.
“Alright, I trust you, but let's go, my head is still throbbing.” He then sat down in the car and closed the door. I opened my door and did the same.
I flipped the radio on and “Evil Women” by Electric Light Orchestra blasted through the speakers. A smirk pulled at my lips as I bobbed my head to the beat. As I turned to look at the witch I noticed Sam shaking his head at me.
“I hope you have good taste in music”
“I have exquisite taste in music, but this is utter garbage” I shrugged in return, placing my hands on the steering wheel and whipped out of that place.
Summary: Lillian has trouble sleeping so she decides to grab a snack and while in the kitchen she runs into Dean.
Warnings: Mild spoilers from seasons 8-15, canon typical violence.
Word Count: 1.8k
Song:
Margaret (feat. Bleachers)
A/N: Chapter 4! I hope you enjoy it! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!
Lillian
I jerked awake covered in a cold sweat.
I scanned the guest room they let me sleep in, trying to catch my breath. The room is so dark that I can't even see my hand in front of my face. I laid back down on the pillow, squeezing my eyes tight trying to fall back asleep.
My eyes snapped open, but what I saw wasn't the same room as before. I sat back up and looked around the room to figure out where I was.
I stood up and walked over to the little table in the corner. It was wooden and it looked old and worn out. There was a book open on top of the table.
This room feels oddly familiar…
“Lillian Cameron MacLeod!”
Mom?
“Did you steal my book again!”
Wait, I remember this.
I looked around the room again realizing that this was my old room, back in Scotland. I crept towards the door, finding it was cracked open allowing light to flow into the room. My mother used to leave the door open for me while she was still up, so I didn't have to fall asleep in the dark.
“Lillian!” I could see her through the sliver of space the door left. “Lillian! Come give it back. Me and Catrione need it!”
Catrione used to perform spells with my mom, but she always took it to the extreme.
I leaned in closer to get a better look at my mom. I haven't seen her since she ran out on us. Her curly, red hair bounced with every step she took. She walked with a certain smoothness that I still to this day don’t understand.
I continued watching until I felt something brush past me and swing the door open. I jerked my head towards the little shadow running out of the room.
It's me.
I must have been six years old.
“I'm sorry mommy, it won't happen again.”
She yanked the book out of my tiny hands and looked down at me.
“We all know that's not true Lillian. Now go back to sleep.”
“Ok. I'm sorry mommy.” Though I remember very clearly I did not go back to bed.
I was still watching from the other side of the door when Rowena walked over to our dinner table. On the table was a man chained down by his wrists and legs. There was also a rope tied across his neck making sure he couldn't move his head.
Little me cracked the door and knelt on the floor right beside it, ready to watch what was about to happen. Catrione said a spell in Latin as Rowena lifted her hand in the air and in her hand there was a dagger.
The man on the table started awake and began freaking out when he saw the two witches standing beside him. Catrione said the last few words of the spell as my mother swung her hand down and stabbed the man right in the middle of his chest.
The man's shrill scream jolted me awake.
Great.
I walked out of the guest room and down the hall trying to find the kitchen. If I can't fall asleep I might as well get a late-night snack.
Once I found the kitchen I walked over to the fridge dragging my feet. I was too tired to lift them up. I grabbed the bottle of orange juice and a cup. I filled the cup up and went to sit down at the table.
I was halfway through my drink when I heard shuffling coming from down the hallway. I slowly turned my head to see who was coming.
“Oh! Why are you up? It's 3:30 in the morning.” Dean gruffed in a sleepy tone. I looked over his body, noticing he was wearing a pair of hot dog-patterned pj bottoms and a long, gray robe. It was an outfit I wouldn’t have expected him to wear.
“Couldn't sleep,” I said with a chuckle as I looked back down at my cup. “The real question is why are you up?” I looked back up at Dean who was now pouring himself his own cup of orange juice.
“Couldn't sleep either.” Dean shrugged and walked over to the table, sitting across from me.
“Why?”
Dean took a sip from his cup and looked at me. “Can't shut off my brain, you know?”
“I hate that,” I said, looking away from him for a second before looking back.
“What's keeping you up?”
“Nightmares.” I sighed.
“You wanna talk about it? Sam used to get bad dreams and talking it out always helped him go back to sleep. I guess it showed him that it wasn't real.”
“Yeah, well, my dreams aren't like that,” I said looking down into my cup, avoiding eye contact with him. We sat there for a moment in silence. I could feel Dean's eyes digging into me like daggers.
“Lillian, look at me.” Dean whispered gently. I tilted my head up to look up at him. “You can tell me. I promise I've probably heard worse.”
I sighed deeply, not breaking eye contact with him. “The nightmares I have aren't just something my brain whips up. They're usually memories.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrow in confusion.
“Well, my magic, it's not all just normal witch powers.” I paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “I guess when I was born some of my mother's powers were already in me, so when I got older and more curious about why I had these bad nightmares and why I could see things that the other kids couldn't see, I started exploring them more.”
“Wait a second, your--” Dean looked like he second-guessed what he was about to say and shook his head, “Sorry I don't mean to interrupt, keep going.”
“No, what were you gonna say?” I chuckled.
“Your mom didn't teach you how to use your powers?”
“She helped me learn how to use normal witch powers that start from a book. The “gift” I got when I was born is unique. Meaning I'm the only witch in the world who has them, and trust me I've looked. I'm the only one. I can basically control memories, or get haunted by them. Also my mother…she wasn't the greatest mom. I mean she had me and my brother, Fergus-”
“Fergus? How do I know that name?” Dean asked himself under his breath.
“It's a Scottish name.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, sorry, continue.” He shook his hands in a motion to tell me to continue talking.
I chuckled softly and continued. “When I was two my mom had my brother. And when I was six she left me and my brother with her baby that she had just given birth to, Hunter. I raised both of my brothers for three years before she left the twins on our doorstep. Their names were June and Georgina.
So now I'm nine and raising four kids. She didn't stop there either, she had two more babies. The youngest two, Owen and then Lindsey. I was a little bit older with them so I knew how to handle them better.”
“Jesus,” Dean muttered under his breath. “How was she before she left? If you don't mind me asking.”
“No, I don't mind. I've already told you more than I've told anyone.” A nervous chuckle escaped my lips.
“She wasn't a good mother, but she wasn't absolutely terrible either. I mean she is the reason why I have worse nightmares now than I did before. But I know she did love us, she just…didn’t understand that love is not a weakness.”
“I get that. That's how my dad was.”
“What do you mean?” I leaned on the table more, which ended up making us pretty close.
“After my mom was killed by that demon my dad went into a sort of “shut down mode”. He treated us like crap but I know it was just because he didn't want to lose us as well.” I nodded my head looking down at the table. “So, what was your nightmare tonight? You never know, talking about it might just work.”
I gently laughed under my breath and told him about my nightmare.
“Who was Catrione?”
“She helped my mom with spells and they also went to orgies together.” I saw his jaw slightly drop from the corner of my eye. “What?” I chuckled.
“Oh “what” alright.” He said in a mocking tone. “You can't just casually say they went to orgies together and then expect me to move on with no questions.”
“1. I don't really want to talk about my mom in an orgie, and 2. Why do you think there are so many of us?” I explained laughing at him.
“I don't know.” He said, rising from his seat. “I'm gonna go use the bathroom, don't move.”
“Ok,” I answered with a warm smile on my face. I rested my head on my hand waiting for him to come back. Man, after all that talking I'm exhausted. My eyes felt super heavy. I was fighting to keep them open.
Dean
When I came back into the kitchen I found her asleep, still sitting at the table. I'm glad that she was able to fall asleep again.
I walked over to the table and grabbed our cups and put them in the sink. I walked back over to her and scooped her up in my arms. I decided that since I wasn't going back to sleep for very long, I would put her in my room because I have a little night light in there, and I would sleep in the guest room.
I carried her all the way to my room and gently laid her on my bed. I covered her up with my blanket and started to walk out.
I was just about to shut the door when I heard her call my name.
“Dean?”
“What's up?” I walked back into the room so she could see me better.
“Is there any way you could sleep in here with me? I just really don't want to be alone.”
“Yeah, sure. I'll just go grab the pillow and blanket from the guest room so I can sleep on the floor.”
“No, no, I'll sleep on the floor. This is your house, your room.” she started to get up.
“No, you stay there, you're the lady and the guest. Trust me, I've slept way worse.”
“Are you sure?” I could hear her start to fall asleep again. It was honestly really cute.
What?
No. She's a witch.
What am I talking about?
I opened the guest room door and grabbed the pillow and blanket and walked back to my room.
When I got back in there she was knocked out, so I quietly placed the pillow on the floor and went to sleep.
Summary: Lillian and Dean have a conversation on the drive to the bunker.
Warnings: Mild spoiler for seasons 8-15
Word count: 812
Song:
bad idea!
A/N: Chapter 2! Hope you enjoy it! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me.
Lillian
“How much further?”
Sam had fallen asleep a while ago so it's just Dean and I. Which isn't terrible, he hasn’t been talking that much. He did have a whole jam fest though, he tried to get me to sing with him but I didn't know the song. He was very offended by that.
“Hello? Earth to Dean Winchester” I swear we’ve been in this car for years. I look at Dean, who’s clearly speeding, making sure that he could hear me.
“What do you want back there?”
“Hey watch your tone mister, I was only asking how much longer?” I saw him glance back at me through the mirror and I swear he had a smile on his face, but I was probably just imagining it.
“This is your twentieth time asking.”
“Can you just tell me?”
“What's the magic word?”
“I'm gonna kill you?”
“No, try again.”
Great, now he's making me smile.
No.
No, he's not.
“Ugh, can you please tell me how much further” I said with as much sass as I could possibly put into it. I heard him chuckle as we turned down a street lined with shops and places to eat. On each side of the street, there was a sidewalk with people walking and talking to their loved ones.
“We’re almost there.” As he answered me I rolled down the window to hear the people walking around us. I pulled my knees to my chest and leaned my head on the side of the car. I could feel the crisp fall air on my face as we drove through the little town. “What are you doing?” Dean asked, whipping his head around.
“...What?“
“You’re feet! Who knows how dirty they are! What were you raised in a barn?” My jaw dropped and a huff of air left my lips--what was that? I guess I found his weakness. I dropped my feet on the floor with a thump.
“Oh my god,” I ask with a chuckling laugh. Dean’s narrowed eyes snapped back at me through the rearview mirror.
“No one messes up baby.”
“Baby?” I said in a teasing tone.
“Shut up.” Dean drawled, “Who needs to watch their tone now?” I let out a little laugh as I turned my head back to the open window. We were now in the middle of nowhere on a road that was falling apart.
“Where are we?” I asked turning back to look at Dean whose eyes were glued to the road.
That's surprising.
He didn't answer me but instead, he pulled the car to a harsh stop, which jolted Sam awake.
“Are we here?” He asked Dean, yawning.
“Yup. C’mon witch, out of the car,” It was so dark that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face.
I'm not going to lie, the dark and I don't get along very well. I have multiple night lights in my apartment. So, naturally, I ran out of the car so fast that I ran straight into Dean, who was walking around the back of the car to follow his brother.
“Jesus girl, why are you in such a rush.” He said gripping my shoulders to hold me still. He was looking down at me. I don't know why I liked the feeling of his hands on me as much as I did.
I wiggled out of his grasp and walked to where I could see Sam's flashlight. He was walking down these steps that led to a big metal door. It looked like a bomb shelter. Dean shuffled past me reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a black key.
Dean unlocked the door and walked in, I followed after him with Sam behind me. As we walked in, I could see how big this place was. It looked pretty cool.
They led me to a room, which was clearly their dungeon. I wasn’t offended by that. I mean I did just try to kill them.
Dean sat me down in a wooden chair and tied my legs down so I couldn't get up. They both started to walk towards the door to leave the room. As Sam walked away, Dean stopped in the doorway and turned to look at me.
“I'll keep the lights on, don't worry.”
“I don't know what you’re talking about,” I said as I sat up straighter in the chair. I tried to keep my voice level.
“Sam used to be scared of the dark.”
How dare he assume that!
…I mean it's true but that's not the point.
He looked at me for a couple more seconds, his eyes lingering on mine, before he walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. A few seconds went by and the distinct clicking sound of the door locking rang through the air.
Summary: Lillian decides to stay with the Winchesters to help out with an enemy.
Warnings: Mild spoilers from seasons 8-15
Word Count: 1.3k
Song:
Hey kids
A/N: Chapter 5!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter!! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!
Dean
“I got something,” I told Sam, who was sitting across from me. “Two women are dead and they have a suspect. But get this, they found their suspect at the scene of the crime placing a little bag in the third woman's purse.” I turned my computer around for Sam to see.
“Witches.” Sam said as he read the article.
“Yup, it's an in and out job. We just have to go down to the police station and gank the bitch and that's it.”
“Alright, let's go.” He started to stand up from his seat.
I started to get up as well but I heard footsteps come into the library. I turned my head to see who it was and I found Lillian walking toward us.
“Where are you guys going?” She asked with a warm smile on her face. I love that smile. It makes me feel all nice inside.
Ew, that's such a chick thing to say.
“We're going to go kill this witch.” Sam flipped the computer around so she could see the picture of the suspect.
Lillian froze in her tracks and her smile faded into what looked like fear.
“What?” I asked her, her eyes never leaving the picture of the witch.
Lillian
Shit.
I stood there frozen for a minute trying to convince myself that I wasn't looking at a picture of her.
I thought that she only stayed in Scotland. She used to do all her business from Scotland. She just sent out her followers to do her dirty work.
“What?” Dean asked me. My head snapped up to look at him. Dean and Sam were both standing on either side of the table. Dean had a red and black plaid shirt on with a black shirt underneath it, and he had a pair of jeans on. Sam had a blue plaid shirt on and also wearing a pair of jeans.
Something I will never understand about hunters is why they wear so many layers. Like doesn't it get hot when they're fighting? I don't understand the logic behind it.
“Lillian? Are you ok?” Dean asked, inching closer to me.
“Yes! Great! I just forgot to tell you guys that I'm actually just about to leave.” I informed them, turning around to walk away when suddenly I got pulled back by my wrists.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted at Dean who was putting those handcuffs back on my wrists. “Dean!”
“I'm sorry, but if you're going to react to just a picture of a witch like that then we need to ask a few questions.” I looked at Dean and then to Sam and back again.
“Let me go!” I yelled at Dean, trying to get out of his hold. He yanked me down by my arms to make me sit down in one of the chairs.
“What do you want?” I asked with a deep sigh. Sam walked around to the side of the table where me and Dean were.
“Who is this? And why did you look so scared of her?” Sam placed the computer down in front of me. “Please Lillian.” Sam gently whispered. I looked down at the screen and sighed.
“She's the leader of a very powerful coven. They disguise themselves as a church.” Sam and Dean glanced at each other. “I'm not part of it, don't worry. I used to be, a very long time ago, but I left once I learned what they were planning.”
Dean stepped forward taking the cuffs key out of his back pocket. “What were they planning?” He asked as he unlocked the cuffs on my wrists.
“That's not important. What is important is that they can't do it without me. That's why I haven't stayed in one spot for too long.”
“So what you're saying is that she knows we would see it, and you would see it?” Dean folded his arms.
“I don't know. All I know is that if she's close then she can feel me here.” I stood up from the chair I was sitting on. “Now can I please go?” I begged.
“No, whatever they're planning, they need you? Correct?” Sam asked me looking down at the floor. He looked like he was thinking hard about something.
“Yes, Sam, so I have to go so she doesn't get me.”
“No, you don't. They can't see you here, so you'll stay here and help us get rid of them” Sam locked eyes with me. Something in them made me realize I had no choice in the matter. I'm not going to lie I like these boys so it wasn't really that hard of a decision.
“What do you mean they can't see me?” I slowly sat back down in the chair.
“This is a Men of Letters bunker, there's markings all over the place so unless we let them in, they can't reach you here,” Dean answered me, taking a step closer. I looked up at Dean first, then over to Sam.
I glanced back down at the floor and let out a big sigh before looking back at Dean who was already looking at me. “I guess I'll stay,” I said with a heavy amount of sass, but I couldn't help the little smile that appeared on my face.
I've never felt this comfortable around anyone I've only known for three days. I should be worried, but I'm just…not.
Dean’s face lifted with a big goofy smile. “Great,” He turned to look at Sam. “Since we aren’t hunting this witch I think I should make us burgers.” He then turned back around to look at me, flashed me that smile again, and whipped around to the kitchen.
By the time he had left the room my smile was almost as big as his. I stood up from my chair and turned to Sam who was shutting his computer down.
“Is he really going to try to make burgers?”
“I know it's weird but he actually makes the best burgers.” He chuckled with a soft smile on his face.
“I guess I'm only going to believe that if I try them.” I laughed, giving him a warm smile back.
“Yeah I didn't trust them at first either,” I started to walk out of the room to go join Dean in the kitchen when Sam turned around, his face more serious now, but still soft.
“Lillian, I just want you to know that you can trust us. I know we just met, and you're a witch who did try to kill us, but you helped Jack. I mean none of us could get him out of his room but you did, and you put a smile on his face.”
“I do like that kid, he’s unique.” I gave him a half smile.
“Yes, he is,” He shook his head while laughing gently before looking back at me. “It's not even just Jack, I don't remember the last time I've seen Dean this giddy.”
“Giddy?” I snorted at him.
“What? Why are you laughing at me?” I would think I hurt his feelings if he didn't have a big smile on his face.
“No, I just don’t remember the last time I heard someone use the word giddy in a serious sentence.” Sam shook his head with laughter as he headed for the door that leads to the kitchen. “Sam,” I called after him.
“Yeah?” He turned around so he was looking at me.
“I don’t think I could tell you why they need me in a way that you guys would fully understand.”
“What do you mean?” He tilted his head to the side just a little bit, furrowing his brows.
“I mean,” I paused and looked away from him. “I mean I think I’d have to show you guys.”
Rare is the kindred soul. Yesterday, I met a rare kindred soul in Middletown, Ohio. Marsha. Read on to learn how to spot a true kindred soul.
Rare is the kindred soul.
Yesterday, I met a rare kindred soul in Middletown, Ohio, locus of the book Hillbilly Elegy. Marsha. I spoke to her group and followed her to a local art exhibit afterward.
Before my appearance, Marsha told me she wanted to be an opera singer but her family insisted she study something practical. Sound familiar?
I know someone who is dying. A funeral is a somber occasion, but she wants to be buried in a wedding dress. Help me select one to give her.
A funeral is a somber occasion. I know someone who is dying. I mean, we’re all dying, but she’s been given a few weeks.
She wants to be buried in a wedding dress.
***And before a British tabloid sees this photo and creates a bonkers story about the Duchess of Sussex having an alien baby on her deathbed in one of her wedding dresses, this post is NOT about her. Meghan, Duchess of Sussex…
