can we just comment on the fact we never saw her actually cry (not shedding more than a tear or two) because possibly in the past she taught herself that crying is helpless and just made her weak ? so she just didn’t allowed herself to cry although she had every right to?
so every time she even shed a tear it was everything building up and she couldn’t handle it anymore
everytime i open atp tour dot com this week theres a headline from novak that's like 'i can feel every cell in my body decay i am on the doorstep of the lord please carry me away' can someone fucking check on peepaw
It's been four months since Dean died. You watched firsthand as his stomach was torn open by hellhounds. It was something that has stuck with you for months; you haven't been able to get it out of your mind.
You were very close with the Winchester boys; you've been hunting with them for a few years after they ran into you during a hunt. You went everywhere with them and did everything with them. They were like family to you, the only family you had.
And now Dean's dead, and Sam's dead set on bringing his brother back from the dead, so he ran off and won't contact you at all.
You were happy you still had Bobby. You’d been staying with him since Sam left. You two went on the occasional hunt, but most of the time, you didn't have anything to do but be at the house, nothing to distract your mind from all the bad that had happened.
Today was another day like that. It was early in the morning, and you'd been up for a few hours, which was normal for you because of your frequent nightmares. You sat on the couch watching some show, while Bobby walked from the hall into the kitchen.
The sudden banging at the door tore your attention away from the TV, your eyes snapping in that direction. “I got it.” Bobby Grumbles as he walks over to the door that was around the corner and out of your view.
You heard the door open, along with a voice you haven't heard in months. “Surprise.” You stood from your place on the couch, but not moving, just listening further. It couldn’t be who you thought it was.. Could it?
“I-I don't..” Bobby trailed off, while Dean pushed past him and into the house, fully confident that Bobby would believe it was him. “Yeah, I don't know either.” He spoke as he turned around, breath hitching in his throat as Bobby lunged at him with a silver knife.
“Bobby, Its me!” He yells, hand wrapping around Bobby's wrist, pulling it away from his neck, but is then struck in the face. “My ass!”
You ran from your spot and to the doorway, just in time to see Dean, who was now holding the Knife in his hands. “I'm not a shape-shifter.” He says, bringing the blade to the skin of his arm, and making a small cut to prove himself.
He still hadn't noticed you standing behind him. Your hand reached into your back pocket, fingers grasping the cool metal flask holding holy water. You pulled it out and watched as the two quickly hugged.
“It's good to see you, Boy.”
“You too.”
Dean pulled away from his embrace, turning around, before stopping in his tracks. His eyes land on you, standing there, your eyes wide. This had to be fake; there was no way. He wasn't a shape-shifter.. Maybe a demon possession.
“Dean..?” Your voice was small, right hand grasping the flask behind your back tightly, watching as he took another step. “Y/n.. It's-” As he took another step forwards, you whipped your hand forwards, splashing him in the face with holy water, expecting him to scream, to be burning.
But no, he just stood there, spitting some of the water out, then bringing a hand up to wipe his face off. “I'm not a demon either.”
You stood there for a moment, eyes wide, just staring at him. It was really him. You went forward, throwing your hands around his neck. “How.. I watched you get torn up- How did you bust out?”
“I don't know, I just woke up in a pine box.” That must be why he's covered in dirt; he had to dig himself up.
“I missed you, you know.” You said quietly, hugging him a bit tighter. “I missed you..” He said back, just as you pulled away.
Bobby stepped up beside the two of you, fingers tangled in his hair as he scratched his head, something he did often while he was thinking. You watched as his eyes shifted between you two, lips parting to speak, “Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried for four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit would-”
“I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.” Dean cut him off, looking back at him.
You listened to the two talk; you were so happy Dean was back. Four months without him has been awful, now all that was left was finding Sam, then everything would be back to normal.
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It didn’t take long for you and Dean to find Sam; you both knew him well, knew his patterns, knew what he liked. You found him in some nice motel, and well, he attacked Dean just like you and Bobby had. But once he calmed down, Dean explained everything that had happened to all of you, and a bit after, as usual, the boys got into a small argument. It wasn't anything you weren't used to. Which was why you were all now on the road to some house owned by a Psychic Bobby knew, Pamela Barnes.
Bobby pulled into the dirt driveway, the purr of the engine coming to a stop as he pulled his keys out. You all shove the doors open, wasting no time up to her front porch, climbing up the few stairs, and stopping at her front door. You weren't sure what you expected her to be like, but you didn't care as long as she told you what tore Dean out of hell. It wasn't a demon, and it wasn't anything Sam did. So what, or who, could it be?
Bobby brings his arm up, taking in a deep breath before knocking on the door. But he barely gets a single knock on it when the door swings open and a tall woman in her thirties stands in the entryway. She was Beautiful and had a ready smile. “Bobby!” She goes forward, arms wrapping around Bobby’s waist, lifting him briefly off the ground.
You, Sam, and Dean all share a look as she does so.
Once Bobby is out of her grasp, he takes a minute to look at her. “You're a sight for sore eyes.”
“So, these them?” she asks, eyeing all three of you up and down appraisingly, a smirk gracing her lips. Bobby holds a hand out, pointing to each of you as he says your names. “Sam, Y/n, Dean, This is Pamela Barnes. Best damn Psychic in the state.”
“Hey.”
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.” You watch as she bites her lip, propping a hand on her hip. Her eyes trail up and down Dean's body, and you look away. You'd rather not watch them both undress each other with their eyes.
“If you say so.” He responds, before walking in beside her, you, Bobby, and Sam following behind. As she led you all throughout the halls, she spoke again. “Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why.” Your eyes found her as she spoke. “So what's next?”
Pamela turned to look at you, stopping just outside a door. “A séance to see if we can see who did the deed.” She turned the handle behind her back, pushing the door open and standing flat against it, inviting you all in. She moved and grabbed a black cloth, unraveling it as Bobby spoke. “Your not gonna summon the damn thing here are you?”
“No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal.” She lays the table cloth covered in sigils over her table, before moving to a cabinet, squatting down to reach inside, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads: Jesse Forever.
“Who's Jesse?” The older Winchester asked, his eyebrow raised and a smirk growing on his features. “Well, it wasn’t forever.” Pamela chuckled, moving a few candles over to the table and lighting them.
“His loss.”
You just rolled your eyes. Leave it up to Dean to flirt with every woman he met.
She moves over to stand in front of him, a smirk mirroring his own. “Might be your gain.” Then she turns around and begins lighting all the candles.
Dean turns to whisper to you and Sam. “Oh, I am so in.” You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, while Sam just rolls his eyes. “Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive.” You say, eyes glancing back to Pamela.
“Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.” Dean says, before he stops speaking. You turn your eyes to see why, just in time to watch Pamela wink at Sam. “You’re invited too, Grumpy.”
A snort ripples through you, hand shooting up to your lips as an attempt to hide it. “You are NOT Invited.” Dean whispers loudly, pointing a finger at his face.
“Alright, alright, everyone sit,” Pamela says, already seated at the table. You all waste no time taking a seat, ready to get started. “Take each other's hands.” You took hold of Sam's right hand and Bobby's left.
“And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.” Dean's knees jump up and hit the underside of the table as Pamela’s hand rubs his inner thigh. “Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.”
Dean exhales a heavy breath as he looks around the table, slowly bringing up a hand and pulling up his shirt sleeve, revealing the brand, or scar, shaped as a hand. Both you and Sam stare at it with wide eyes. What could have left something like that?
“Okay..” Pamela carefully lays her hand over his shoulder, closing her eyes. You do the same, and everyone else follows right after.
“I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” She begins to chant.
“I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” Each time she repeats it, she grows a little louder.
She chants it around two more times before pausing a moment. “I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare that easily.”
Castiel?” You and Dean both say in unison. “It's his name.. He's warning me to turn back.” She says, looking at both of you, who now have your eyes open. You jump slightly as the table begins to shake, the Radio in the back turning on and playing nothing but white noise.
“I conjure and command you, show me your face.” You looked between the four of them, and you felt uneasy, like something was wrong. Whatever this thing was, you had a feeling it was powerful.
“I conjure and command you, show me your face.”
Bobby shakes his head. “Maybe we should stop-”
“I almost have it.” She cuts him off.
The tables begins to shake more violently, white noise continuing to rage on as a loud ring fills your ears. It was slowly growing louder.. It hurt.
“I command you to show me your face!” She yells, “Show me your face now!”
The candles flare several feet in the air as a piercing scream shoots throughout the air. You look over at Pamela and watch as her eyes fly open, a white hot flame taking their place. The smell of burning flesh fills the air, your nose scrunching up at the smell while you watch her fall out of her chair.
Dean crouches beside her, holding her body while Sam and Bobby stay in their place, just watching in horror. You push up from your seat, the wooden chair following behind you, your eyes glued on her, and you just watched as her bleeding eyelids opened, revealing nothing but black. Her eyes were gone.. Completely burned out.
“I can't see! Oh god, I can’t see!” She cries, her hands lifting to touch her face.
You just stared at her, not knowing what to do. You were in shock. You just watched this lady's eyes catch fire and burn out of her skull. It wasn't something you could easily snap back from.
One thought was going through your mind. Whoever raised Dean from hell.. It was Powerful, unlike anything else you've ever seen.
