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You actually slept the whole night. It’s a rarity if you get to do that, but that fact that you did makes you think something is wrong. Joanna usually sleeps in until about eight in the morning, and with Dean being nothing but immobile, he’s pretty much out all the time. Sam is an early riser, and whenever he gets up, you do as well.
So why weren't you woken up this morning?
You carefully get off Dean without waking him up, and the first thing you do is check on Joanna. She is still sleeping soundlessly in her crib, your dad is out so you don’t have to worry about him, and Sam is nowhere to be found. Whenever he leaves to go on a run, he leaves a note, so you check for that first before freaking out.
His note is on the kitchen table, but there is something missing. You grab the note and curse under your breath when you realize what’s missing: Dean’s car keys. Back in a few days. I’m fine. Sam. You rush over to Dean and shake him until he wakes up.
“What?” he grumbles and rubs his eyes.
“Sam’s gone.”
You toss the note on his chest while you search for your phone. You know for a fact that Sam isn’t going to pick up if you called, so you dial the next person on your list. Dean reads the note and curses, angry that he can’t do more than just sit on his ass and let you do all the work.
“Sam’s gone,” you say when your dad answers.
“Where?”
“I don’t know! Nowhere good, I can tell you that much.”
“Well, maybe he needed a little ‘me-time’.”
“Dad, this isn’t just Sam we’re talking about. I mean, for all we know he's road tripping with Lucifer somewhere,” you sigh and put him on speakerphone so Dean can hear.
“I assume you called.”
“Like he’s going to answer us right now.”
“GPS?”
“Hang on.”
Dean is already getting out his phone to check the GPS signal, and he shakes his head with an angry sigh.
“It’s turned off,” you sigh. “And he took Dean’s car.”
“What the fuck!” Dean exclaims.
“Don’t panic,” your dad tries, but Dean is already there.
“Too late!!”
“Look, he says he's okay, so give it a couple of days. If you don’t hear from him, then Y/N can go out and look for him. Till then, we'll just keep calling.”
“Alright,” Dean pouts.
“Let me know if you hear anything from him,” you say and hang up the phone. “You’re not going to let this one go, are you?”
“Hell no.”
You know what needs to be done, and if you’re being honest, you’re not too happy about it. With a deep sigh, you walk over to Dean and sit on the couch next to him.
“This is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you,” you say and place a hand on his cast.
“What are you doing?”
“We have to find Sam, and the only way you’re going to be able to do that is if this is healed. I can heal it, but it’s not going to be so simple. Castiel called it ‘pain transference’. I assume that if a wound is too great to heal, then the wound is transferred to me.”
“No, you’re not going to do that. Then your leg is going to be broken.”
“But I’ll heal faster. It might take a few hours, but it’s better than a few days or a couple of weeks. If you want to get to Sam, this is how we’re going to do it. It’s up to you.”
“Shit,” he whispers and looks around the cabin. “Where’s Joanna?”
“Sleeping, but I’m assuming not for long considering how things go.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t want to ask this of you.”
“Good thing you’re not asking,” you smile at him. “Let me heal you. I’ll be fine. It’s only going to hurt for a little bit.”
“Fine,” he nods faintly.
You take off your shirt and bunch it up so you can use it as a muffler. If your bone is going to break, then you’re going to scream really loud. You don’t want to scare Joanna, so this is the best way to ensure everyone’s safety and sanity. You place your shirt in your mouth before putting on hand on Dean’s upper thigh above the cast, and another on the cast itself. You look at Dean for silent confirmation before you begin the process of transferring the wound to you.
Nothing happens at first, but you prepare yourself for the worst. Your magic flows through his leg and work to mend the broken nerves and bone fragments. When it gets too severe to heal on your own, the wound begins to transfer to you. The first thing to go is your tendons. They snap in half, and you scream in pain. It’s muffled by the shirt, but it’s still pretty loud. Dean flinches from the sound, and he has to close his eyes so he doesn’t see you in pain.
The next thing to crack is your bone, and as much as you prepare yourself, it’s not enough. Dean’s bone and leg are completely healed, but you can’t say the same thing about you. You convulse so much that you almost slide off the couch. Your back arches, your head hits the back of the couch, and you bite down on the shirt as hard as you can. Your screams are horrifying, but you know it’s only for a few minutes.
Your leg snaps in two, and this time, you actually fall off the couch. Dean snaps his eyes open and scrambles off the couch to help you. He can use both of his legs, but with the cast still on, it’s a bit awkward. Still, he grabs you and hoists you back on the couch. Tears stream down your face, your nose is dripping snot, and your teeth hurt from biting down on the shirt too hard.
“I’m so sorry,” he grimaces.
You shake your head as if you were to tell him “don’t be sorry”. Your chest is heaving up and down, your heart is pounding, your head is swimming, and your leg fucking hurts. You point to the bedroom Joanna is in, and he gets the message to go check on her. Knowing that your magic is working overtime to heal your leg, he gets off the couch and hobbles over to the bedroom. It’s awkward to walk in the cast, but he makes it. He opens the door and looks at Joanna who is wide awake from your screaming. She isn’t crying, but she sure as hell is curious.
Dean walks over to her and picks her up, careful not to drop her as he limps out of the room and over to her baby swing. He lays her in that, and she stares at you with curious eyes. You spit the shirt out of your mouth, and you smile weakly.
“Mama’s okay,” you say shakily.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you whisper. “Get that damn cast off you.”
“Right.”
Since this is a hunter’s cabin, Dean finds a handsaw easily that’s been tucked away in one of the cabinets. He doesn’t want Joanna to see this, so he goes into the bedroom to begging the process of taking the cast off. You hear the saw start-up as Dean starts to cut into the cast, and you talk to Joanna to keep her attention on you.
“It’s okay, baby. Daddy is just getting a cast off. He’s perfectly fine. I’ll be okay in a few hours. Don’t worry about me,” you chuckle and curse under your breath. “Fuck.”
Dean walks out of the room in less than five minutes, brand spanking new. He takes a seat next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Give me a few hours, and I should be golden.”
“Thank you, and I’m sorry.”
“Say you’re sorry one more time. I may have a broken leg, but I can still kick your ass,” you chuckle tiredly.
A few hours of this antagonizing pain? You’ve had better days, and you’ve certainly had worse.
With your leg all healed, you and Dean are able to go hunt Sam down. There is no one to watch Joanna, so you’ll have to bring her along with you--not that you mind. You always love bringing her along. She can’t comprehend the world around her yet, but you can tell she’s very curious about it. One thing she has that you didn't when you were growing up is being on the inside.
John always kept you and the brothers out of the loop. He’d send you off to “Uncle Bobby’s” house while he went and fought the monsters. When it was convenient for him, that’s when he decided to drag you into this mess. He’d use it as an excuse to bring children into the world of hunting. While you’re kind of doing the same to Joanna, you’re doing a lot different--things that John never had the capabilities to do.
You’re a witch, and you’re always going to be involved, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it any less scary for Joanna. If she is going to be a witch later in life, then she deserves to know what’s out there and how to deal with it. If she is introduced into this world early enough, then she won’t be afraid. She’ll learn to appreciate what she has and use it to her advantage. Things might get scary along the way, but having the same magic that flows in both your veins, you can show her that no matter how tough things are, she isn’t alone.
That’s what you didn't have growing up--a sense of perspective. That’s why you’re okay with bringing her along on hunts. You can better protect her than some normal babysitter who has no clue monsters exists. Dean is fine with it because he knows you’re strong enough to protect you both and still kick ass. Imagine what you’ll be able to do in five years or even ten.
Right now, all you need to do is find Sam and figure out where the hell he went and why he thought it was okay to leave you and Dean in the cold. The first place you decide to look is the Gas and Sip store because Sam went there for grub the night before. The place is empty save for a couple of people, but you ignore them as you walk right up to the cashier. He looks bored, and with a job like this, you would be too.
You set Joanna, who is in her car seat carrier, down on the floor and turn to the man with a small smile.
“How you doing?” Dean chuckles. “Uh, was there a, uh, big guy in here yesterday?”
“That’s specific,” the cashier says in a dead-pan tone.
“Uh, I mean big. Like about yea high?” Dean asks again, putting his right hand about a half a foot above his head to show Sam’s height.
“Yeah, maybe. Uh, brown hair?”
“Yes!” you exclaim. “That’s him. Do you remember what he bought by any chance?”
“Snacks, maybe?”
“How about a paper? Do you have yesterday's paper?” Dean wonders.
“Yeah, right there,” he motions to the stack of papers next to the counter.
You look down at the papers, but you realize a big dog is approaching Joanna slowly. Before you have any chance to react, the dog goes up to her and sniffs, licking her hand that’s outstretched to him. She giggles at the contact, but you’re more worried about the dog hurting her.
“Pooka!” a woman calls out and rushes over to her dog. “I am so sorry. One minute he was there, and the next he wasn’t.”
You want to yell at her for being so careless, but an idea pops into your brain. The dog didn’t harm her, so you’re not upset about it. He seems like a big sweetheart, so you’re going to let it go.
“That’s fine. Next time, might want to keep him on a tighter leash. You never know how other moms will react.”
“Yeah, I know.”
She scolds her dog for walking away from her as she leaves with him, and you pick up Joanna’s carrier to keep her off the floor and by your side. You turn to Dean to see him staring at the headline on yesterday’s front paper.
“What does it say?” you ask.
He turns the paper to you, and you get a good look at the headline. Ice Pick Killer Strikes Again! Shit. You know exactly where Sam is going and what he plans on doing. Seeing the headline brings everything back.
“Do you mind?” Dean asks and holds up the paper.
The cashier shakes his head, and you and Dean leave the store.
“He’s going to get himself in trouble or worse,” you sigh and place Joanna in the back of one of your dad’s cars.
He brought one up for you when he realized what Sam did. Back when you and the brothers were kids, you came across a hunt with the same headline. Ice Pick Killer Strikes Again! However, last time, it was a monster. A kitsune was killing people and eating their brains. You thought you sent Sam to kill the monster, but you don’t know what he did. This could be the same monster or it could be another one. Whatever the reason, Sam felt it was important enough to keep this a secret.
Why? What does he have to hide if it’s just another hunt? Unless it’s not just another hunt, and this one hits closer to home with him instead of you and Dean. Now that you know where he is going and what he is doing, you have a better idea of where he went after leaving the cabin.
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This is what I am here for, the love and the hope and the four-colour world. I adore the snark too, and the humour, and the Rogues, but I will be honest: I watched this show before then and I am watching it without them now. They are the best part for me, but they could not be without this foundation.
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