Dean Winchester and Y/N were as different as two people could be. He was just killing time until graduation, and she spent all of her time dancing and studying, dreaming of a career as a professional dancer. When fate throws them together, they fall in love. But she chooses dance over him, and they part ways for 14 years. When her mother dies she returns to Lawrence with a partner in tow and opens up a dance studio, and Dean’s ex-wife just signed their daughter up for lessons.
14 YEARS AGO
“Nice of you to grace us with your presence, Winchester,” Mr. Price says with a scowl as Dean Winchester comes sauntering into the room, not giving a shit that he is fifteen minutes late. Guys like him drive me nuts. Just because you’re good looking doesn’t mean you can do whatever the hell you want. Unless you're Dean Winchester, apparently.
He gives Mr. Price his trademark cheeky grin. “Well now I’m here, let the Biology party commence!” he orders as he slides into his seat. What an asshole.
Mr. Price coughs and shuffles some papers on his desk. Of course, anyone else would get sent to the principal, but not him. It doesn’t matter what he does, he never gets in trouble. Mr. Price turns his attention to the class. “Okay class, today we will be starting our first lab, so I am going to assign lab partners. Everyone starts talking at once. He holds up a hand and everyone quiets.
“Let me save you the trouble: No, you can’t change or swap partners. Yes, it’s for the whole year, and no, I won’t change my mind, and yes, by all means complain to principal Mills but she will back me up. So are we good?” he asks as he looks around. Everyone nods in defeat. “I’m going to read down the list, and no complaining!”
He goes down the list, and when he gets to my name, my pulse quickens. “Y/L/N, you’re with Winchester.” Several people look over at me in sympathy as my mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Get with your partners and open your books to page 26.”
“Good luck, Y/N,” the person sitting next to me says as he gets out of his seat and heads across the room. I look straight ahead, trying to hold it together as Dean sits down next to me.
“Smart and pretty, lucky me,” Dean says with a wide smile.
I finally turn to look at him. “Listen and listen good, Winchester,” I say through gritted teeth. “I need to do well in this class. So you’d better be ready to work because I am not carrying you. I know you’re not stupid, so don’t act like you are.”
He blinks in surprise. “Well consider me warned. I will do my best not to disappoint you, Sarge.”
“Earth to Dean! Will you pay attention already? I have to leave for dance soon, and we aren’t even half done. And stop playing with my hair!” I shove the Biology book away from me and glared at him.
We are studying for our Biology test in the mostly empty library one day after school. Dean, who has been busy twirling one of my curls around his finger looks up in surprise. “I’m listening! Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Um…..Okay.” I reply warily.
“When do you get to be a teenager?” he asks quietly, his eyes meeting mine.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re always running to dance practice or studying. Why do you practice so much? When do you get to have fun? Do you even know how?” For once, his trademark smirk was missing, and his eyes looked sad.
.“I work so hard because I want to be a professional dancer. I want to go to Juilliard. My mom works her ass off, but money’s been tight since my dad died.” Tears filled my eyes. I was suddenly on the verge of bawling, but I couldn’t let Dean see me break down. “I…I need to get a book off the shelf, I’ll be right back.” I pushed back in my chair and ran into the stacks. I stopped in a corner, my chest heaving and tears pouring down my face.
“Y/N,” Dean said quietly, his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I whirled around to face him, my back pressed against the bookshelf, and Dean’s tall form looming in front of me.
“You’re right, you know. I’ve been working so hard I’ve forgotten how to have fun,” I admitted sheepishly.
He leaned in closer until our chests were practically touching. Reaching out, he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “Consider this lesson one,” he said in a thick voice as he leaned down and cradling the side of my jaw in his huge hand, he brushed his lips against mine. I jumped as though an electric current had jolted through me.
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I began to cut back on dancing to spend more time with Dean. My teacher Miss Julia wasn’t happy about it, but she could see we were young and in love so she let it slide for the moment. It was hard, but I managed to find a balance between dance, school, and Dean.
I lost my virginity in the back of his dad’s ‘67 Impala, and that was the first time I told Dean that I loved him. I thought about him all the time. He was planning on working in his dad’s garage when we graduated, but the thought of being separated from him was getting harder and harder to bear.
“What’s going to happen to us if I get accepted to Juilliard?” I asked one day as we lay on the grass outside school studying for finals. “It’s all the way in New York. I don’t think I can stand to be that far away from you.” I said with a pout.
“What if I came with you? We can get a crap apartment somewhere, and I’ll get a job as a mechanic while you go to school. At least we’ll be together.”
I jumped into his arms. “You would do that for me? But what about your Dad’s shop?”
He hugged me tightly. “I want to be where you are.”
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The news came a week before graduation. I had gotten a full scholarship to Juilliard! I couldn’t believe it and after telling Dean, I practically ran to the studio to tell Miss Julia. She asked me to take a seat in her office. “You are the most gifted dancer I have ever taught, Y/N. I have no doubt you will go far.”
“Dean is moving to New York with me so we can be together. He is going to get a job while I go to school. Everything is working out.”
Miss Julia looked sadly at me. “I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t mention this. Having him go with you is a big mistake. You are going to be working harder than you’ve ever worked before, dancing 16-hour days. You need to be at the top of your game, and keep your distractions to a minimum. End it now while there still is time.”
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’d tried to broach the subject with him, but it never went anywhere. Then graduation happened and we were leaving the next week. Finally, I had no choice. He had just taken me to dinner and the words came spilling out. “Dean, we need to talk about something,” I began tentatively.
“Okay, shoot.”
“I don’t think you should come to New York with me,” I said in a rush.
“What? Why the hell not?” he demanded.
“I need to be focused on my dance, and you’ll just be a distraction. I’ll always love you.” I tried reaching for him, but his eyes were cold as he backed away.
. “Are you sure this is what you want? If I leave now, we are done. And for the record, I think you’re making a terrible mistake.”
“I love you, but I think this is best for both of us,” I said sadly.
He shook his head in disbelief and headed for the door. “Have a nice life,” he told me sarcastically. Hopping into the Impala, he lay his head on the steering wheel for a minute while his heart broke into a million pieces. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the black jewelers box and threw it on the passenger’s seat. “Guess I won’t be needing this.” Then he peeled out of the driveway.
I held out hope he would come and say goodbye when I left but he never did. I cried on the entire flight to New York.
Dean Winchester and Y/N were as different as two people could be. He was just killing time until graduation, and she spent all of her time dancing and studying, dreaming of a career as a professional dancer. When fate throws them together, they fall in love. But she chooses dance over him, and they part ways for 14 years. When her mother dies she returns to Lawrence with a partner in tow and opens up a dance studio, and Dean’s ex-wife just signed their daughter up for lessons.
Part 1
PRESENT DAY
"Thank you for coming," I say quietly for what seems like the hundredth time, shaking another person's hand. I am still overwhelmed by the number of people who have shown up to pay their respects.
"Your mother touched a lot of lives," our old neighbor Mrs. Clancy comments as she hugs me then moves along to allow me to greet the next person.
I feel fresh tears welling up again, and Cass hands me a new tissue. Calling hours are almost done, and then I can get these shoes off and maybe have a glass of wine.
"How are you holding up, pretty girl?" Cass asks as I lay my head on his shoulder for a second.
Castiel Novak is my rock and my best friend in the world. We met in those early days at Juilliard when I was still pining for Dean and having trouble getting out of bed, let alone dancing.
Thank goodness Cass took me under his wing. We teamed up and found out that we just clicked as partners. Anticipating his moves came as naturally as breathing. We just worked together so well he soon became my only partner.
We tried dating for a hot minute, but Cass knew my heart belonged to someone else, so we decided to be friends instead. After college we got an apartment together, and started the rounds of auditions.
We danced on Broadway many shows, including Wicked and Hamilton, and toured the world with several famous singers, most notably Beyonce. Cass is in demand as a choreographer now, but I am still his favorite partner and collaborator. We had just been asked to tour with Taylor Swift when the word came that my mom had passed away suddenly from a stroke.
"I'm just tired," I said wearily. "Thanks again for coming with me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
"Like I would let you face this alone," he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.
I turn to greet the next person and time stops for a moment when I come face to face with those green eyes that have haunted my dreams for the last decade.
Dean Winchester.
Damn, the years have been good to him! I can’t stop staring and for a moment I am actually struck speechless by how attractive he is. You gave up HIM for dancing? Are you insane?? My inner bitch says mockingly.
Cass, sensing something is wrong, comes up next to me and coughs loudly to break me out of my trance. "Hey Dean," I say weakly, holding out my hand to shake.
"Y/N," he says curtly, ignoring my hand, so I drop it to my side. "I liked your mom. Who's he?" he asks abruptly, glaring at Cass.
"So this is Dean?" Cass asks before giving Dean a brilliant smile, and not bothering to answer his question. Jerk.
He gives Cass such a hard look his smile abruptly fades and then he looks annoyed. Oh boy, here we go. "Dean this is my……. This is Cass." I don't owe him any explanations, so I leave it at that. Cass makes things worse by putting his arm around me. Now he’s just trying to cause trouble.
"Now listen here," Dean snaps as he sizes Cass up.
"No, you listen, Winchester. There is a time and a place for everything, and this just isn't the time." Cass informs him with a shake of his head.
I can tell that Dean's ready to blow, so I throw up a hand against his chest. "Please don't make a scene at my mother's funeral." I implore him, my hand clutching at his shirt.
He gazes down at my hand and nods silently before turning to leave, stopping to look back and stare at me intently before he does.
'Well that certainly was interesting," Cass remarks dryly.
The last person to come is my old dance teacher Miss Julia. We hug and I introduce her to Cass. "I'd love to have you come down to the studio, for old times sake. Do you have time for your old teacher?" she asks with a grin.
"For you, I'll make the time," I promise.
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That night, Cass and I are sharing a pizza and a bottle of wine at my mom's house.
"So Dean….." Cass remarks offhandedly as he chews a bite of pizza.
"What about him?"
"He looked like he wanted to rip my face off. He's a little intense, isn't he?" Cass comments as he pours more wine.
"He's still angry. I told him I loved him, and he was ready to drop everything for me, Cass. But Miss Julia told me he would ‘distract’ me, so I chose dance over him. And he clearly hasn't forgiven me or forgotten." Despite my best efforts, I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. I hastily wipe it away.
"If he'd only seen what leaving him cost you," Cass observed, taking my hand. "You were a mess. I didn't think you'd bounce back from it."
"Thank goodness I had you," I remarked with a soft smile. “So are you up for visiting Miss Julia tomorrow? I want to take you to the studio and show you where I got my start.”
“Sure!” Cass said enthusiastically. “I want to see where tiny dancer Y/N took her first steps”.
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When we pulled up to the studio, I could tell by the number of cars that lessons were underway. “Let’s see if Miss Julia is free. She may be teaching.” I comment as we approach the door. It even smells the same.
When we entered, complete chaos reigned. There were little girls in both studios taking lessons, and girls on the chairs outside waiting for their turns. There weren’t enough chairs so the parents were clustered at the end of the hall in a large group talking and laughing.
I flagged down a young woman in dance gear who looked like she might be an instructor. “Sorry to bother you. Is Miss Julia around?”
“She might be in the office, or teaching in studio three, I’m not sure. Can I help you with something?” She blew her sweaty hair out of her face and smiled. “Sorry, it’s insane today.”
I smiled at her. “I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N, she asked me to stop by.”
Recognition dawned, and her mouth dropped. “Holy shit! You’re famous here. There’s a display and everything.”
My eyes narrowed as Cass chuckled behind me. “A display?”
“Yep, it’s over there,” she pointed down the hall. “Hey, Courtney! Have you seen Miss Julia?”
“She’s in the office.” A disembodied voice called back.
“Thanks,” I replied before turning away.
“Wait!” The girl asked, “Can I get a picture with you, please?”
“Um, sure,” I said awkwardly as she handed her phone to Cass and he dutifully snapped a few pictures before handing it back.
“Thanks so much! I have to run, my class is starting. Great to meet you!” Then she took off running, nimbly navigating the crowded hallway.
“I didn’t know I was in the presence of a celebrity,” Cass commented with a huge grin.
“Shut it. Let’s go check out this display’” I told him, grabbing his arm and pulling him down the hallway. It was outside of the office. We both stood there open-mouthed as we took it in.
The display case said in big letters, DEDICATION, DETERMINATION, DISCIPLINE
Inside were many of my dance trophies I had won at competitions, pictures of me in various costumes, playbills from Wicked, Hamilton and other shows I had done, and T-shirts from the tours I had danced in. There was an article that had been written about me in the local paper after I graduated from Juilliard.
In the center was a picture of me dancing, a look of intense concentration on my face, and underneath a plaque with my name and the years I had studied with Miss Julia.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
“Yeah, I’d say she’s a little proud of you,” Cass said with a snort.
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I said nothing, just marched forward, and knocked on the door. Miss Julia opened it, and when she saw it was me, her face broke out into a smile. “Y/N! I was hoping you’d have time to visit. And you brought Mr. Novak! How wonderful! Have a seat.”
“So I saw your little display…” I began.
“Isn’t it great? You are such an inspiration to young dancers. I wanted to show them that with hard work, it really is possible to go all the way. And you are proof of that. I have several girls who are just as talented as you were but need to focus.”
“It seems like the studio is doing better than ever,” I commented. “There were never this many kids taking lessons when I was here.”
Miss Julia’s face looked sad for a moment. “Y/N, there was a reason I asked you to come down here. You’ve been like a daughter to me, and I wanted you to hear this from me personally.”
There was something about the tone of her voice. “Is everything okay?” I asked nervously.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not. My mother lives in Florida and she has cancer. I am moving there to care for her. I’ve been trying for over a year to find a buyer for this place, but no one is interested. So I have no other choice. I am closing the studio, but I wanted to tell you first.”
Twelve years ago you had broken Dean Winchester’s heart and left Kansas for college and a career in fashion design in New York and never looked back. Now your best friend Tru was getting married, and you were headed back to Lawrence to be her maid of honor. Tru’s fiancee Benny was one of Dean’s best friends, so you planned on making nice for your friend’s sake. After all, twelve years is a long time, and he probably had forgotten all about you, right?
Part 1 My Master List
I stomp out of the restaurant and park myself on an empty bench before I let the tears flow. Damn him! I thought after years of living in New York I had a much thicker skin, but one barbed remark from Dean Winchester and it was like I’d never left.
"You okay?" Jo asks as she sits down next to me. I just nod slightly, not trusting myself to speak. "Ignore Dean. He's just being a dick. He and Lisa are having problems again, so he's nasty to pretty much everyone these days."
I wipe my eyes and look over at her curiously. "Lisa?"
Jo's eyes lit up with delight that she was the one who got to share this juicy piece of gossip with me. “Tru hasn’t told you? He’s dating Lisa Braeden. They’re engaged."
My mouth dropped open in shock. "Loose Legs Lisa? Dean is engaged to the biggest slut in the history of Lawrence High? You have got to be kidding! She was passed around the football team more than the ball. And it’s not like Dean couldn’t have any girl he wanted.”
“But he wanted you, and you left,” Jo said as she looked at me intently. “He’s not the same guy anymore. I don’t think he ever got over it. Now how about we go back in and show him that old Loose Legs can’t compete with a hot fashion designer from New York?" She gazed at me expectantly.
I stand up and throw my shoulders back, her pep talk having the desired effect. "You’re right. There is no way I will let Dean-freaking Winchester throw me off my game. He has no idea who he’s messing with.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jo says with a grin as you take a deep breath and head back into the restaurant.
Everyone is talking when I march up to Dean and grab his arm, yanking him towards the back of the restaurant without a word. "Hey! What the fuck? Get off!” he demands as I turn to our friends.
“Back in a sec, guys! Dean and I need to have a quick chat.” When I am far enough away from everyone, I drop his arm like he’s on fire. A second later, I am in his face hissing at him like a pissed off cat.
“Listen to me, Dean. We’re stuck with each other for the duration of the wedding. We both love Benny and Tru, so we are going to be civil to each other or so help me god you will regret the day I ever came back to town. Are we clear?”
He stands with his arms crossed, those green eyes shooting daggers at me. He says nothing for a long moment, just holds my gaze until I finally look away. “Yeah, we’re clear,” he grumbles in a deep, gravelly baritone that sends chills down my spine.
He brushes past me, stopping so close that I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he whispers, "I already regret that you’re back in town, sweetheart.” Turning his back on me, he stalks out of the restaurant, raising a hand in farewell to Benny.
I stand frozen in shock for a moment. He is clearly still angry about what happened all those years ago. I thought things might be awkward, but I wasn't expecting this.
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Most of my teenage "firsts" I experienced with Dean. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend, and I'd lost my virginity to him. I'd loved him, but at the time we'd wanted different things.
College wasn't in the cards for him but he was an incredible mechanic so he had a job waiting for him at Mr. Singer's garage. I'd always dreamed of becoming a fashion designer, so when I got the scholarship to FIT in New York I felt like I really had a chance to make my dreams come true.
I'd asked Dean to come with me, but he'd refused. Lawrence would always be home for him, he'd told me. We drifted apart after that, and when I left, he didn't even come to say goodbye.
I walked back to the table and everyone looked at me expectantly. "You okay, Cher?" Benny asked.
I smiled at him, "I live in New York, Benny. That was nothing. I deal with worse stuff on the subway.”
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Tru had to finish out the workweek, and then she was done until after her honeymoon. "I'm so sorry to leave you like this!" she protested as she filled her travel mug with coffee.
"Really, Tru! I am fine keeping myself entertained while you are at work. I've missed this town, and it will give me a chance to visit some old friends." I shooed her away with my hands. "Go! You're going to be late!"
When she left, I leisurely ate breakfast and planned my day. I decided to go for a walk downtown. I had forgotten how pretty the center of town was. They had really spruced it up with potted plants and pretty awnings and benches to sit and relax on.
Gone was the used book store that had supported my voracious reading habit. I had pretty much read everything of interest in the Lawrence library by the time I was twelve. And in its place was a funky little boutique that looked fun, so I headed inside.
A bell tinkled over the door as I entered, and I heard a voice from the back say, "be right with you." I browsed the tables artfully displayed with jewelry.
I looked up when a man bumped into me, shirt half untucked, with lipstick smeared on his face and a hickey on his neck. He gave me a sly grin and bolted for the door. What the hell?
"Can I help you?" a voice said from behind me and my entire body tensed. No. Oh hell No. I whirled around, a fake smile plastered on my face. There stood Lisa Braeden< tapping her foot impatiently, Great.
"Hey, Lisa. Great shop you have here," I said awkwardly.
Her eyes narrowed. "Slumming it back in Lawrence, I see. Is there something you're interested in or can I get back to work? I'm the manager here and I'm very busy."
I should have just kept my mouth shut, but I couldn't help myself. Lisa had always rubbed me the wrong way, and the fact she was engaged to Dean just made it worse.
I rolled my eyes at her disdainfully. "Yeah, I saw just how 'busy' you were," I commented, using air quotes. It's nice to see some things in Lawrence haven't changed."
"You think just because you live in New York you're better than me? You always were a stuck up little bitch," Lisa practically snarled.
"And you were always a vicious, cheating, slut,” I practically yelled back. Thank god the store was empty! I turned to leave. "Oh, congrats on the engagement, by the way. You and Dean deserve each other. Hopefully, he doesn't find out how you keep 'busy'."
"Are you threatening me?"
I laughed humorlessly, "You aren't even worth the effort." I spun on my heel and left the store without looking back.
Twelve years ago you had broken Dean Winchester’s heart and left Kansas for college and a career in fashion design in New York and never looked back. Now your best friend Tru was getting married, and you were headed back to Lawrence to be her maid of honor. Tru’s fiancee Benny was one of Dean’s best friends, so you planned on making nice for your friend’s sake. After all, twelve years is a long time, and he probably had forgotten all about you, right?
I was sitting in the terminal at J.F.K waiting for my flight to board when my cell rang. I grinned when I saw who it was. “Hey, bride-to-be!” I chirped happily.
“Are you on your way yet?” My best friend Trudy, who everyone called Tru, asked anxiously.
“Not yet. The flight should start boarding any minute. I can’t wait to see you! It’s been too long,” I remarked as I eyed the dress bag on the seat next to me.
“You have it, right?”
“No, Tru. I am flying out to your wedding and I forgot to bring your wedding dress. Of course, I have it! Do you think I would trust the airline to handle this? No freaking way! This thing is not leaving my sight. You asked me to design your wedding dress, and I don’t take that responsibility lightly,”
I was getting misty-eyed at the thought of seeing Tru walking down the aisle in one of my designs.
“Okay, eagle eyes! I still can’t believe you are staying for a whole month. How on earth did you manage that?” Tru asked curiously.
“Easy. I’ve never taken a vacation the entire time I’ve worked here, so they were pretty accommodating.” ‘They’ being Dana Lane, currently the hottest designer of wedding dresses in New York.
After I graduated from the Fashion Institute of Technology and interned at Vera Wang, I’d been hired as a designer at Dana Lane and I’d been there ever since.
“I’m so happy we’ll get to hang out and you’ll be at my shower,” she said sweetly.
“I don’t know why you wouldn’t let us surprise you,” I said teasingly. “I know how much you love surprises!”
“Bitch!” she commented with a snort.
“The planes starting to board. I’ll call you when I land. See you soon!” I said before hanging up and gathering my things.
Driving the rental car through Lawrence, I marveled at how much it had changed over the years. It had grown so much. It was no longer the one-stoplight town I remembered from my childhood. Progress had reached even Kansas. I noted happily there was even a Starbucks.
I had wanted to stay in a hotel for the month, but Tru has insisted that I stay at her place. I had missed her company so much, I didn’t have the heart to disagree. It would make my maid of honor duties much easier.
It is early evening when I arrive at Tru’s place. I knocked on her door excitedly. When she threw the door open, her whoop of excitement made me grin as we fall into each other’s arms.
“You’re finally here! I can’t believe it!” she says as she hugs me tightly.
“I can’t believe it either. Let the bridal festivities begin!" I say with a smirk as I hand her a bottle of wine.
"I'm starving. I thought we'd go out for a bite to eat if you're not too tired."
"Tired is for wimps. I slept on the plane. As long as we go to Harvelle's," I said eagerly. "I've missed their cheeseburgers."
"As if I would take you anywhere else on your first night back! Let me show you where the guest room is," Tru said over her shoulder as she leads me towards the back of the townhouse.
"So, are you and Benny buying a house?"
"No. He lives in the house his parents left him. I'm going to move in after we're married. I'll give you some time to freshen up and get settled. I'm really glad you're here, Y/N," her smile made my eyes prickle with tears.
"Love you Trudy Beth," I whispered. "Sorry I've been gone so long," I say as I hug her tightly again.
"You're here now, that's what matters," she says into my shoulder as she hugs me back.
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Harvelle’s Roadhouse is an institution is Lawrence. It has been around for years, and their burgers are legendary. I waitressed here on the weekends when I was in high school, and it hasn’t changed a bit.
We had just started eating when I heard someone calling my name. I turn around and Jo Harvelle is coming towards me. “Y/N!,” she said excitedly. “I can’t believe you’re back!”
Jo, Tru and I were very close friends in high school. I am happy to be with them again. “Hi, Jo! You didn’t really think I would miss Tru’s wedding, did you?”
Jo looks over at me with a grin on her face, “With the two of us as bridesmaids, this is going to be one hell of a wedding, don’t you think?”
I am about to respond when two men walk over to where we are sitting. “Benny!” Tru exclaims as the handsome bearded man leans down and kisses her.
My eyes lock with the other man. It’s been years, but I would recognize those green eyes anywhere. I give him a tentative smile. His eyes are cold as he sneers, “looks like the famous fashion designer has decided to grace us with her presence. Aren’t we lucky?”
“Fuck you, Dean!” I snap as I stand up, glaring at him. “I need some air,” I tell Tru as I turn and walk out.
Since Jared, Jensen, and Misha made the announcement on Friday that season 15 would be the last, the internet has been flooded with many people expressing such sadness over the news. But I am choosing NOT to be sad. And here’s why:
This show wasn’t supposed to go past season 5, but it was so awesome that we were blessed with 10 more seasons to obsess over. So we got way more Winchesters than we were probably meant to.
While the show is ending, I will still have the lessons I have learned. Family don’t end in blood, and I have made many friends because of this show.
Because of this show, I have seen many examples of people using their “celebrity” to do good in this world, to bring understanding and attention to many worthy causes, and to help those in need.
Because of this show, I started writing fanfiction and felt acceptance enough to even let other people read it.
Some of you I have met, some of you I may never meet, but we will always have this show in common. One of the best nights of my life was spent in a pub in England talking Supernatural all night with three friends I had met on here. They just “got” it.
Jared and Jensen have given 15 years of their lives to this show. All of them have gone to cons, answered the same stupid questions over and over with a smile, posed for pictures even when they were tired or sick. Their fans mean EVERYTHING to them.
All good things must come to an end. They have given us so much! It’s time for us to give them back to their families and let them see their kids grow up.
The show may be ending, but the SPN family will go on. And I look forward to reading many more years of the adventures of the Winchester Brothers.
Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)
A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!
Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence. They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl. Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York. The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?
Part 1 My Master List
“Sam? What are you doing here? I thought we were picking Mary up at the airport tomorrow?” you asked, the confusion evident on your face.
“I didn’t really like the idea of Mary flying all that way by herself, and I wanted to see Annie. So I flew out with her, and I’m flying back tomorrow,” Sam said sheepishly.
“I’m so glad you did!” Annie exclaimed happily, practically knocking you over in her haste to hug him.
Sam looked over her shoulder at you, waiting for your reaction. You smiled gently at him to let you know you weren’t too mad.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure she got here safely. I have a hotel room reserved for the night at the airport.” Sam told you and the girls.
“No way, the airport is gross! Can’t he stay here with us tonight, Mom?” Annie asked, instantly knowing a good opportunity when she saw it.
“I don’t want to intrude on your time with the girls,” he said immediately.
“You’re welcome to stay here, as long as you don’t mind sleeping on the couch,” you informed him.
His smile lit up his whole face. “That would be great! It’s a later flight anyway.”
Annie pulled Mary into the apartment excitingly, but Sam still stood in the hallway, looking uncertain.
“Are you coming in or what?” you finally asked. He nodded without speaking, a heated look passing between you. “I know you really just came to see me, Sam,” you said jokingly.
“Maybe I did,” he whispered as he walked into your apartment. You felt your cheeks get red.
As Annie and Mary headed off to her room to get settled, you invited Sam to join you at the kitchen table. “Would you like something to eat? Some coffee?”
“Coffee would be great,” he replied
“Just milk, right? How are Dean and Donna? Anything new with them?”
“Yep.” You could tell he was pleased that you remembered. “So Dean and Donna went to Minnesota to spend Thanksgiving with Donna’s family.”
You blinked in surprise. “No way! Is it getting serious?” Dean had always enjoyed playing the field ever since Stanford.
“Oh, it IS serious. He says our ‘trainwreck’ has made him reevaluate his priorities.” Sam told you with a wry grin.
“I wouldn’t call it a trainwreck, exactly.” A thought occurred to you. “So what are you doing for Thanksgiving then?”
“Juliet and I are going to eat sushi and binge-watch Breaking Bad.”
You gave him a stern look. “Absolutely not! You are staying here, and spending Thanksgiving with us.”
“You don’t have to do this because you’re feeling sorry for me, Y/N,” Sam said indignantly.
“Maybe I’m doing it because I want to spend time with you, you moron!” Grinning at the surprised look on his face, you called out to the girls. “Mary, Annie, can you come here please?”
They appeared at the table, clearly thrilled to be together. “So girls. It turns out that your uncle went to Minnesota with Donna to visit her parents. I invited your dad to spend Thanksgiving here with us. Is that okay with you two?”
The twins exchanged a surprised look, then identical grins broke out on their faces. “That would be awesome!” Annie said happily.
Mary gave you a serious look. “Are you sure you two are okay with it?”
Annie rolled her eyes. “With the amount they text, they are BFFs now.”
You smiled at Mary’s thoughtfulness. “Yes, we are both okay with it. Right, Sam?”
He nodded in agreement. “Absolutely.”
After getting the girls settled for the night in Annie’s room, you dug around until you found a comforter and some pillows for Sam. Eyeing the couch critically, you glanced up at him. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can’t see how this will be comfortable. You’re twice as long as the couch.”
“I’ll manage. Unless you’re offering to let me sleep with you? Your bed looks big enough.” Sam stated nonchalantly.
You threw a pillow at him. “Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re going to have to try way harder than that, Mr. Winchester. I’m not going to make this easy on you.”
“Duly noted, Ms. Campbell,” he replied with a dimpled smirk.
Handing the bedding over to him, you whispered seductively, “Well I’ll leave you to figure this out while I put on my lingerie in my big, empty bed.”
“That’s a low blow, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath.
You snorted with laughter as you headed off to your room. Oh, this was going to be fun.
The next morning you woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Coming out of your room, you saw that Sam had made breakfast for the girls.
“Saved you some,” he said as he slid a plate in your direction.
“Since when do you cook?” you said doubtfully, giving the plate a suspicious look.
“Since I got divorced and realized I still liked to eat,” he informed you and the twins giggled.
“So Mom, I was thinking we could show Dad and Mary around today. Maybe go see the tree at Rockefeller Center?” Annie said around a mouth full of pancakes.
“Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. Don’t we have to go grocery shopping?” Sam asked curiously.
“Since it was only going to be the three of us, I ordered a pre-cooked meal from Zabars. We just have to heat everything up,” you told him.
“Microwaved Thanksgiving dinner?” Sam said doubtfully.
“Trust me, it’s delicious, you’ll love it,” you assured him
It was a pretty cold day but everyone bundled up as you took Sam and the girls around the city. As soon as Mary saw the ice skating rink at Rockefeller Center, she insisted that you needed to skate.
“You girls go. I’m a terrible skater. Annie usually has to hold me up,” you told them with a wave of your hands.
“I’ve always wanted to try ice-skating outside, Mom. Annie can help me, and Dad can help you,” Mary responded helpfully.
“What makes you think I can ice skate, Mary?” Sam asked with a grin.
She shrugged, “you’re good at pretty much every sport, so I just assumed…..”
“You two go. I’ll take care of your mom.” Sam promised the girls.
Sam paid for all of you and Mary and Annie were quick to get their skates on and head out. Mary was as unsteady as a newborn colt, but Annie held her hand and guided her, and soon they were making slow progress around the track.
“Come on slowpoke,” Sam whispered in your ear. “You’re just postponing the inevitable.”
You glared at him as you got to your feet slowly, your legs as shaky as jello. Sam held out his hand and you grasped it tightly, inching your way onto the ice. You slowly progressed around the track, Sam’s hand tight in yours, and you began to relax.
The twins passed by the two of you several times, and they looked red-cheeked and happy. “Look at them,” you said to Sam. “Mary looks like she’s having a blast.”
Sam turned his head to look, and a teenager whipping around the track tried to maneuver around you. His shoulder bumped into yours, throwing you off balance, and you began to fall.
Flailing wildly, you were about to hit the ice face first when a hard yank on your arm pulled you upright and into Sam’s waiting arms. “I’ve got you. You okay?”
You nodded mutely, trying to catch your breath as Sam guided you off the ice to a bench just outside the rink. The girls were still skating. “Thanks for helping me. You’re my hero.”
Sam knelt in front of you and started to unlace your skates. “Let’s be honest, Y/N. I haven’t been your hero in a very long time. Having you in my life again has made me realize what a fool I was to not fight harder for us. But if you ever give me another chance, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Before you could respond, Annie and Mary had found you, and were talking non-stop.“We saw you almost wipe out at the end. Good thing Dad was there to catch you, huh Mom?” Mary said as you returned your skates.
“Yeah, good thing,” you said absently, your mind a million miles away
Thanksgiving was a wonderful day. You’d picked up your already prepared dinner the day before, and after heating and plating everything, you all dug in. Even Sam grudgingly admitted it was delicious. You watched Sam laughing and joking with the twins, he seemed to be having a good time.
“I got an email from work earlier. I am going to have to fly back on Saturday. I have some stuff I need to take care of in the office. Mary is still off of school next week, so you are welcome to keep her until next weekend if you want.” He looked sad for spoiling the holiday.
As your heart plummeted at the thought of him leaving, you came to a realization. You had fallen in love again with your ex-husband. The question was, what were you going to do about it?
“Mary, do you want me to fly back to get you so you don’t have to fly alone?” Sam asked his daughter.
Mary smiled broadly at her father. “I think I’ll be okay this time as long as Mom and Annie wait with me beforehand.”
“If you’re sure,” he said, a note of uncertainty in his voice.
“I want to spend as much time with Annie as possible.” Mary insisted.
“Hey Mom, there is a dance at the Boys and Girls Club tomorrow night. Carlos asked us if we wanted to go. His mom said she would take us. Is it okay if we go?” Annie asked.
You looked over at Sam. “Is it okay with you?”
“Who is Carlos?” he asked with a frown.
“He’s been Annie’s best friend since first grade. They live down the hall. I know both of his parents really well. They are good people.”
“Carlos likes Mary,” Annie announced nonchalantly.
“Annie! Shut up!” Mary hissed, her cheeks turning red.
You turned to Annie. “Is Enrique going too?” you asked.
“Yes.”
You turned to Sam, “Enrique is Carlos’ older brother. He is fifteen. His mother willl make him go to keep an eye on the kids. She is very over-protective. They will be fine.”
“I’m okay with it if you are,” Sam finally decided.
The next night, the girls spent what Sam thought was a ridiculously long time getting ready for the dance. He was flipping channels on the TV looking for something to watch while you got up for the third time when Annie frantically called, “Mom, we need you!” from her room.
You returned a few minutes later and sat down, looking a bit flustered. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“It is now,” you said a little dramatically.
“Anything I can do?”
“Not unless you want to have the discussion with the girls again about why they are too young to wear makeup,” you told him with a sigh.
“Makeup? Are you serious?” he asked in disbelief.
“Oh yes, and I’m pretty sure it’s from the dollar store,” you told him as you got up and headed to the fridge. “I need a drink. Want one?” you asked.
There was a knock at the door and Sam beat you to it. Damn his long legs! “You must be Carlos.” You heard him say. “I’m Annie and Mary’s dad. Come on in. Girls, Carlos is here!”
When the girls came out, they were dressed casually, but Sam could tell they had taken care with their appearance. “Hi, Carlos. The dance is over at 9:00, right?” you asked.
“Yeah. My Mom was going to take us out for ice cream afterward if that’s okay with you.” Carlos responded.
“That’s fine. She texted me already. She said she’d have you home by ten. Make good choices, you two,” you told your daughters.
“Take good care of my girls, young man,” Sam told Carlos, holding out his hand to shake.
“I will, Sir,” Carlos replied, and the three of them left.
You headed back inside. Grabbing two beers, and handing one to Sam. The two of you sat on the couch, and he flipped channels aimlessly for a bit. “So, we have about three kid-free hours on my last night here. What do you want to do?”
“I think we should have a talk.”
“About?” Sam asked casually, putting his beer on the coffee table and looking over at you.
“I realized something. I realized that I’m ready. I want this. I want you, I want our family. Somehow I’ve managed to fall in love with you again. Maybe I never stopped.” You stared at each other for a long moment as you waited for Sam to react.
A second later he picked you up out of your seat, and pulled you into his lap, straddling him. You arched up, taking his face in your hands as your lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you ground against his growing erection.
You made out on the couch like teenagers, both of you panting with need until you thought you were going to explode. Finally, you managed to tear your mouth from Sam’s and extricate yourself from his embrace.
“Wait…..” he said, reaching for you.
You were dizzy with desire. Standing so quickly you got lightheaded you looked down at him, clothes askew, looking wrecked, and he stared back at you with eyes hazy with lust. You held out your hand. “We have about two solid kid-free hours, give or take. How about we make good use of them?”
Sam just gaped at you for a moment, eyes wide with shock. “Are you sure?” he asked in a ragged voice.
“Oh yeah. It’s now or never, Sam. The clock is ticking.”
He was off the couch in a flash, pulling you to him and kissing you until you were breathless. You leaned into him, and he pulled you towards the bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot.
He laid you down on the bed, his long body completely covering yours, the heat of him hitting you in just the right spots. His mouth sucked hard on your neck as he yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. You sighed with pleasure as his mouth found yours again, one large hand cradling your head while he deftly unsnapped your bra with the other.
“Haven’t lost your touch, have you?” you giggled as he flung your bra away.
“I’ve thought about this a lot in the past five months,” Sam growled under his breath as you smiled against his mouth.
“Would you please get naked already?” you said impatiently, your hands pulling eagerly at his clothes.
“Can I just savor this for a moment?” he asked, brushing your hair away from your face. “The last time we had sex we were barely speaking. It was pretty much a hate fuck.”
You didn’t want to think about that time anymore. “Well I sure don’t hate you now,” you whispered as your hands made quick work of his shirt, and soon you were skin to skin, his erection pressing into your belly as he kissed every part of you he could reach, reacquainting himself with your body.
“Do you have any condoms?”
“I’m on the pill, so we’re all good,” you answered, wrapping your hand around him and guiding him into you, causing Sam to groan.
“Damn, I forgot how big you are!” you grunted against his shoulder as you felt him stretching you open.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked with concern.
You rolled your eyes. “Come on, Sam! If I can fit twins through there, I can certainly handle you. Now move!”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him balls deep within you. God, he felt good! “I’m not going to last long, Y/N.” he grunted as he thrust inside you.
“Me either,” you admitted. It had been too long. He began to move with more purpose, sliding almost all the way out, and back in, faster and faster. You could feel your pleasure rising, and when Sam reached down and began to rub your clit your legs began to shake.
“I’m close,” he whispered as he bent to kiss you hard, and with one last hard thrust, he swallowed your scream of pleasure with his mouth. You continued to shake as he groaned into your neck.
He collapsed on top of you, pinning you to the bed with his body. “Can’t breathe…..too heavy,” you managed to get out and he rolled off of you.
You spent the next few minutes just basking in post-coital bliss. When you looked over and saw that Sam was starting to fall asleep, you elbowed him. “We need to get dressed. The kids will be home soon!”
That got him up and moving, and the two of you were soon dressed and presentable. You grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, and he turned on the TV, and you tried to act like you didn’t just get laid.
“Hey…..” Sam said suddenly, turning to you.
“Yeah?” you asked casually.
“Marry me,” he said earnestly.
“Very funny,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. “We have sex and now you think we should get married? Really?”
He looks sideways at you, his eyes shining with emotion. “I think we should get married because I love you and I have spent the last decade missing you. I want to wake up with you every morning for the rest of my life.”
Your throat is thick with emotion, and you swallow the lump that has formed. You reach out and take his hand. “Okay, Sam. I’ll marry you. We can talk to the girls about it when they come back.”
The girls return from the dance laughing and talking, their cheeks bright and flushed. “Did you guys have fun?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. It was pretty crowded, but we had a good time.” Annie told him.
“What time are you leaving tomorrow, Dad?” Mary asks.
“Pretty early,” Sam replies. “But your Mom and I want to talk to you guys about something before I go,” he gestures to the kitchen table and the girls take a seat, looking curious.
“What’s going on?” Mary asks in a worried tone.
“Well,” Sam looks over at you and smiles, taking your hand. “I’ve asked your Mom to marry me again, and she said yes.”
The girls immediately begin talking at once, each trying to be heard over the other. “This is the best news!” Mary says happily.
“Are we moving to California?” Annie demands.
“Will it be soon?” Mary asks immediately after.
They are firing questions at us so fast that we don’t have a chance to answer any of them.
“We haven’t really decided anything yet. He just asked me. We’ll have to figure some things out, but we wanted to make sure you two were okay with it.”
Annie and Mary exchanged a look between them. “We are totally okay with it,” Annie assures us.
Sam leaves the next morning, the girls grinning as he kisses you goodbye. ‘I’ll call you later,” he assures you as he heads out the door.
You spend the rest of the Thanksgiving holiday dealing with endless questions from your two over-excited daughters. It seems as though you talk about nothing else but weddings endlessly until your head is ready to explode.
At the end of the week, it is time to send Mary home to California. “You’ll come with Annie at Christmas?” She asks as we are getting ready to take her to the airport.
“Of course I will,” you assure her, responding automatically before you realize you haven’t discussed it with Sam. Oh well, the damage was done. You’d bring it up the next time you spoke.
After Mary was gone and you and Annie were home again, you sat her down to talk. “So how do you feel about all this, baby? I need to know that you are okay with this.”
Annie smiled broadly. “I’m happy you and Dad are finally together again, Mom. I’m excited to move to California, and I’m glad I’ll get to spend time with Uncle Dean and Donna. I can’t wait to get to see Mary every day. I miss her already.”
You reach out and hug her. “I miss her too, and your Dad. It will only be less than a month, and we’ll all be together again.”
You and Sam talk daily, Making plans. There is no question that Sam expects you to come for Christmas. You talk about the wedding. Should it be in New York or California? Should it be a small, intimate affair or a big, fancy bash?
“I’ve been thinking,” Sam begins one night. “No matter when the wedding happens, I want you and Annie to move to California as soon as possible. How do you feel about that?” He sounds tentative as if he is worried about your reaction.
“Actually, it’s funny you mention that,” you say with a laugh. “I’ve already given my notice at work. My last day is right before Christmas break. Annie and I are working on cleaning things out and packing up here. It won’t be done by the time we come for Christmas, but we’ll put a good dent in things.”
“Not much longer now. I can’t wait until you are in my arms again. I miss you,” Sam says with a sigh. “I don’t know who is happier about the wedding, Dean or Donna. They are over the moon.”
“I can’t believe I am getting you, my girls, and my two best friends all in one shot. I am the luckiest woman in the world,” you whisper, suddenly choked up.
“I’m the one who is lucky,” Sam assures you.
After a flurry of decluttering and cleaning and packing, you and Annie are on your way to California. Sam, Dean, and Mary pick you up at the airport and the girls squeal with happiness and hug each other tightly.
Dean rolls his eyes at them. “It’s only been a month since you’ve seen each other, guys.”
“Hi,” Sam says with a smile as he stands in front of you.
“Hi yourself,” you say as you lean in for a kiss.
“Get a room you two.” Dean comments and the twins giggle.
The Christmas holidays are wonderful with the family all together again. Sam surprises you with a stunning engagement ring, exactly what you would have picked out for yourself. “Oh, Sam, I love it!” you say as he slips it on your finger
“Well, I couldn’t afford an engagement ring last time, so I wanted to make it up to you,” he tells you as you throw yourself into his arms and kiss him soundly.
The girls are out with Dean and Donna and you and Sam are discussing the wedding, again. Lately, that’s all you seem to talk about. Everything about it has gotten bigger and more complicated and it seems like everyone has an opinion and it’s stressing you out.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Sam asks finally. “You seem upset.”
You give him a half-hearted smile. “Can I be honest with you? This whole wedding business is really getting stressful. I wish we could just go to Vegas like we did before.”
Sam blinks with surprise. “So why don’t we? I don’t need a big wedding. I’m fine with just you and the girls and maybe Dean and Donna.”
Your mouth drops in shock. “Seriously? You’d be okay with it if I wanted to go back to that tacky little chapel we went to the first time?”
“Absolutely. If that’s what you want. We can go this weekend.”
“Where are you going this weekend?” Donna asks as she comes into the room laden with shopping bags. The girls trail in, also with bags and Dean is loaded down like a pack mule.
“We’ve decided to go to Vegas and get married,” Sam says with a grin.
“What? Again?” Dean snaps as he drops the bags on the floor. “What is it with you two and Vegas?”
“But we have to be there, Mom!” Annie says indignantly.
“Of course you do, baby! We want you all there. We’re going back to the place where we got married the first time.”
“And when’s this happening?” Dean demanded.
“Saturday,” Sam told his brother. “You in?”
“Hell Yeah! It’s Vegas!” Dean said happily
Epilogue
“Ooowwwww! That one fucking hurt!” you yelled as another contraction ripped through you. This wasn’t going at all like the twins birth. You were twelve years older, and you were feeling every damn year right now.
“Stupid 99% effective birth control pills!” you said angrily.
“Just focus on your breathing, Y/N, just like we practiced,” Sam said calmly.
“This is all your fault! I’m never having sex with you again, I mean it!”
The doctor who was kneeling between your open legs raised his head. “It’s time to push, Mrs. Winchester.”
Sam held your hand, and with a look of intense concentration on your face, you pushed, once, and again.
“I see the head!” Sam said excitedly.
The baby slid into the doctor’s arms as Sam gave a triumphant yell and you collapsed back in exhaustion.
“How much longer?” Annie said impatiently. “It’s been ages!”
“It will take as long as it takes,” Donna said firmly.
Dean lept to his feet as Sam came through the door dressed in scrubs. Mary’s face lit up as soon as she saw him. “Dad! she exclaimed, jumping up and running to him.
Everyone crowded around him, but he only had eyes for the twins. “Annie, Mary, you have a baby brother.”
As everyone hugged Sam and each other, Annie leaned over and whispered to her sister. “Our plan worked even better than we thought. Now it’s time to work on Uncle Dean and Donna.” Mary grinned at her, and they smiled in complete understanding.
Summary: The reader doesn’t keep a promise to her Father to give up hunting after his death, and a witch uses it against her, turning her into a “beast”. She has hidden from the world, but after she rescues Sam, will she hide from him too?
Part 1
When Dean regained consciousness, he was tucked into bed in an unfamiliar room. Looking frantically around him, he tried to sit up but he was too weak. “Sam!” he tried to call, but his voice came out as a hoarse croak.
He flinched when the door opened but a pretty woman with a long brown braid and kind eyes smiled at him when she saw he was conscious. “I’m so glad you’re awake! I was really starting to get worried! What’s your name?”
“Dean. Where’m I?” he managed to get out.
“I’ll get you some tea for your throat. You’re at my house. My name is Jill Merryweather. I was hiking last weekend with some friends and we found you lying by the creek. What happened to you?” she asked curiously.
Dean shook his head in frustration. “Find Sam,” he said.
Jill gave him a hard look. “I don’t know who Sam is, but what I do know is you almost died of hypothermia. You have a broken leg, and those cuts on your side are infected. You aren’t going anywhere until Dr. Harris says it’s okay.”
Dean turned to her with pleading eyes, willing his raw throat to let him speak. “Sam….brother…..forest……monster,” was all he was able to get out, and Jill’s eyes widened.
After Sam had eaten is fill he decided to go exploring. The house was large with many rooms. He found a library, well stocked with many books, some of which he knew were in the Men of Letters library. The house appeared to be clean and well kept. Someone lived here, but every room was empty.
Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t alone. Someone had to have brought him here after the fight with the werewolves. But why would they just leave him here?
He explored the entire house, finding one room with a lock on it he was unable to pick. Someone had put some sort of spell on it, and it wouldn’t open by normal means. He tried every trick and spell he could think of, but it wouldn’t budge. “Where’s Rowena when I need her?” he muttered to himself.
All the exploring made him hungry, so he headed back to the kitchen to look for something to eat. There was a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of iced tea sitting on the counter.
“Show yourself, Dammit!” Sam yelled at the ceiling. “Why are you hiding from me?” But he got no response.
When he went back to his room, he realized how tired he was. As he lay in bed, in his mind he saw Dean falling into the water, and he saw something fight off the werewolves and save him. “It’s her,” they had said. What did they mean by that?
As he grew sleepy, he whispered out loud in the quiet room, “please, I won’t hurt you. You saved me. You don’t have to hide from me.”
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The next morning when Sam woke, there was coffee and breakfast waiting for him in the kitchen. He’d decided that he was going to go exploring around outside and try to figure out where he was.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice said in his head. A feminine voice. His head snapped up.
“Hello?” he said warily, looking around. He was alone.
He walked over to the front door and pulled it open, looking out into the woods. It actually was quite pretty. He took a step onto the porch when he heard the voice again. “I already saved you once, I really don’t want to have to do it again.”
Sam whirled around in a circle, but there was no one there. He took a step down off the porch. “Are you really this stupid, hunter? Do I need to spell it out for you? Don’t go in the woods. There is stuff that will eat you there.”
“How are you in my head? Are you a witch?” Sam demanded, going back inside and closing the door.
“No, I hate witches, but I have learned a thing or two from them.”
“Why won’t you come out? I’d like to meet you.” Sam questioned.
“No! Hunters shoot first and ask questions later. You should be flattered that I warned you about the forest at all! Don’t push your luck!”
“But.......” Sam started to say.
“No buts, hunter. This is MY house, MY rules. The sooner you get that, the better off you’ll be.”
Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)
A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!
Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence. They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl. Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York. The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?
Part 1 My Master List
SAM
You and Donna were enjoying a glass of wine and gossiping in the kitchen when the sliding glass door flew open and Sam stormed in, looking unhappy.
“You’re back early. Did Ruby enjoy herself?” you asked pleasantly.
“Ask your daughters about that. I need a drink!” he commented before disappearing into the other room. The women looked at each other in confusion.
Dean came next through the door, looking utterly miserable. “What happened?” Donna asked him.
He dropped his backpack to the floor with a heavy thud and gave the women a sour look. “Remind me to never get on the girls’ bad side. I spent two hours trapped in the car with Ruby driving her to the nearest Ranger Station. She was practically foaming at the mouth she was so mad.”
Donna grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed it to Dean, who collapsed into a chair and drank it gratefully. The girls came in next, looking subdued.
You walked over to them, tapping your toe in annoyance. They eyed you warily. Reaching out and grabbing Annie’s arm, you glared at her. “Okay, spill it, Annie. Whatever happened I’m sure it was your idea.”
“So you could tell us apart the whole time?” Annie said incredulously. “I should have known.”
“Oh please,” you said with a snort. “Of course I could! I birthed you both! I just went along with it so you two could have some time camping with your Dad.”
“It wasn’t all her,” Mary piped up. “Some of it was my idea.”
“Ruby told Sam he had to choose between the twins and her,” Dean told the women, and their mouths dropped open in astonishment.
“She did NOT!” Donna stated emphatically.
“Lucky for these two he picked them, even after what they’d done. It could have gone either way.” Dean was trying hard to be stern, but it wasn’t working.
“Just what exactly did you do?” Donna asked curiously, hands on hips.
You held up your hand. “I don’t think I want to know. I am going to go make sure Sam is okay. You can tell Donna everything when I leave.”
“I wouldn’t poke the bear if I were you,” Dean advised.
“When have I ever done what you told me?” you sassed over your shoulder as you headed out of the kitchen in search of Sam.
Sam’s bedroom door was closed, but you squared your shoulders and knocked on it anyway. “Sam? It’s me. Can I come in?”
The door opened, and Sam stood in the doorway, every muscle taut with tension. “What do you want?” he snapped.
“I was worried about you. I just want to talk.”
He didn’t respond, but opened the door further, signaling you could enter. You ducked under his arm and he shut the door. “So did you come here to gloat?” he asked as he turned to face you.
“Why would you say that? I’m here because you are the father of my children, and despite what you think, I still care about you. I don’t know what the girls did, but they did it out of love. She wasn’t the woman for you, Sam.” you said quietly as your eyes strayed to his bed.
Sam paced in front of you like a caged animal. “I know Ruby and I had some issues. I thought she would mature a little once we were married. I thought she’d come to love Mary.”
You reached out and grabbed his arm, halting his motion. “Would you stop pacing, please? I’m getting dizzy.”
With a weary sigh, he stopped and stood in front of you, arms crossed, looking sad and defeated.
“Women like her don’t change. I think Ruby was in love with the idea of being a lawyers wife. She wasn’t right for you.” He had to know this already.
“I know. I knew it as soon as I saw you again. I’m still in love with you, Y/N,” he admitted quietly.
You gave a bitter laugh. “Oh no, Sam. You do NOT get to walk back into my life after twelve years when you just got dumped and tell me you love me. Damn you!” you shrieked, not caring who else heard.
“I want my family back!” Sam said stubbornly. “The girls belong together…...We belong together.”
You snorted in disbelief. “You should have thought about that before you brought your child bride home!” you began to poke him in the chest. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, but I’m not about to let me or my girls get caught in the middle,” you tried to push past him to leave the room but he blocked your way.
“Let me pass, Sam! I mean it!” you demanded, putting a hand on his chest to push him away. He had always been tall and lanky, but in the past twelve years, he had put on some serious muscle. He took a step towards you, and you remembered just how big Sam Winchester was. You began to back up.
Your back hit the door, and Sam was so close you were practically touching. He caged you in, a huge hand on either side of your head. “Tell me you don’t have feelings for me and I’ll walk away, Y/N.”
You stared up into those beautiful eyes, so like Annie and Mary’s, but you couldn’t seem to make your mouth form words.
“That’s what I thought,” he said smugly as he closed the distance between you and his lips met yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. You closed your eyes, and for a long moment, you savored the feeling of his body against yours.
But then the memories began flashing through your mind and sanity prevailed. You wrenched your mouth from his and slipped away. “I can’t do this. I can’t go through this again with you,” you said with a sob. “I’ll take Mary for Thanksgiving, you can have Annie for Christmas. Annie and I are leaving as soon as I can get us a flight back to New York.”
“Please don’t go. Not like this. The girls will be devastated.” Sam asked you, holding out his hand.
“They’ll get over it,” you snapped, wrenching open the door. “I did.”
ANNIE
“What do you mean we are leaving? I don’t want to go home yet! Why can’t we stay longer?” Annie was glued to Mary’s side staring at you like you had lost your mind.
“Don’t push me, Annie!” you snapped. “I came out here to switch you and Mary back, now it’s time for us to go home.”
“But I thought…….” Mary started to say until Annie shot her a look.
“You thought what? That once you got Ruby out of the way your Dad and I would get back together and live happily ever after? That’s not going to happen, sweetie. I’m sorry, but it’s time for us to go,” you knew you were being harsh, but they needed to hear the truth.
“Then what, Mom? I never see you again?” Mary whispered, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.
“Of course not, honey. You will come to New York for Thanksgiving, and Annie will come here for Christmas. We’ll make it work.” You tried to sound positive.
“Thanksgiving?? That’s like five months away!” Annie grumbled.
Sam, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke up. You can text each other, and video chat. The time will fly by.” You gave him a grateful look.
“Will you drive us to the airport, Dad?” Annie asked, her voice uncharacteristically subdued.
“Mary and me both,” Sam assured her as he pulled Annie into his arms for a hug, just as Mary propelled herself into yours.
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Y/N
You were focused on your phone while you and Annie ate dinner. As your text alert went off, you read it, laughed, and quickly typed a reply.
Annie rolled her eyes. “Is that Dad again?”
You looked up, startled. “Eat your dinner,” you told her, avoiding her question.
She grinned at you. “You know, for two people who are divorced, you sure text each other a lot. Mary and I think it’s kind of weird, actually.”
Great, now the girls were gossiping about you. “Well, we do have children together, so we have a lot to talk about,” you mused.
“Uh-huh.” Annie didn’t sound convinced.
Your relationship with Sam had improved greatly since California. As you and he had parted ways, he’d asked if he could text you now and then. “To keep in touch.” You’d agreed, and your casual texts about the girls had gradually morphed into something else entirely.
You were engaging in regular flirtation via text with your ex-husband. What the hell was wrong with you?
“So are you excited that Mary is coming?” you asked, eager to change the subject.
“What time do we have to pick her up at the airport?” Annie asked for at least the fourth time.
“One. Is your room clean?” you asked automatically.
“Yep. I am all ready for her. I’m happy that Dad will have Uncle Dean and Donna to spend Thanksgiving with.” Annie said thoughtfully.
“Me too,” you agreed.
After dinner, Annie was doing her homework at the kitchen table while you were cleaning up from dinner when the doorbell rang. Wiping your hands on a towel, you shouted, “Be right there! Is Carlos coming over?” you asked. Annie shook her head no.
Opening the door, you gasped. “Mary! What are you doing here?” you asked, utterly confused.
“Hi, Mom,” Mary said, her smile radiant.
“I brought her,” Sam said, coming up to the door with the bags.
