A/N: Fourth and final part is now up! This part is for @sis-tafics 8K Musical Challenge. Jill, I hope you got a chance to read the other three parts and that everyone liked them. This is mostly fluff and just to remind everyone, you don’t have to change yourself just to make someone like you more. Being yourself is sometimes all you need. If you have to change to make someone like you, they don’t deserve you then. At least, that’s what I believe. Anyways, I hope you all liked this little series.
Summary: Grease meets High School Musical meets Supernatural in a four part series. Mordern day settings (HSM), but set to the songs from Grease. Each song is used by one or both characters to set the theme and story. This one is for the challenge itself.
Part One Part Two Part Three
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Winter break was torture for Gabriel and (Y/N) as well. As soon as school started back up, Gabriel tried out for baseball and actually made the cut. The T-Birds were shocked to say the least, but weren't too surprised as he did have a killer fast ball. That didn't seem to matter for a while. Homecoming was coming up and (Y/N) ended up going with her friend Benny while Gabriel went by himself. It hurt to see her dancing with someone else, but he knew that he had to find a way to make it right.
One day, the volleyball team had to practice outside as the gym was being waxed. As they were running around the track to warm up before practice, the baseball team was on the other side of the tracks getting ready for the game that night. That's when Gabriel saw (Y/N). As she turned the corner, he made his way over to the fence separating the two fields and called her over.
“(Y/N)! Hey, can I talk to you?”
She was shocked to see him out in the field of all places. She thought about just ignoring him and keep going, but realized that pretending he wasn't there wasn't going to work anymore. So (Y/N) stopped and made her way to him.
“What do you want, Gabriel? More over, why are you out here of all places?”
He just smiled; she was finally talking to him again. “I joined the baseball team. And I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I never meant for that night to end the way it did. I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know you are. I got your messages...I just couldn't bring myself to reply because it did hurt. But I realized that holding onto that feeling wouldn't make things better,” she sighed, looking away for a moment before looking back at him, “I'm sorry too, Gabriel. I should've given you the chance to explain.”
“No, no. You don't have to apologize. You were right to walk away from me. Look, I know I don't deserve it, but I hope you can find it within yourself to forgive me.”
Before she could respond, she heard her coach yell over, “(L/N), get your butt back on the track!” Right as Gabriel's coach shouted, “Shurley! You can talk to your girlfriend later! Get back in the game!”
They looked at each other and gave a small laugh. (Y/N) leaned over the fence and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “I forgive you, Gabriel.” And then she took off, catching up again with her teammates. Gabriel grinned and gave a small “whoop” before getting back to the game. Maybe things will work out.
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School was coming to a close in a few weeks and while The T-Birds and The Pink Ladies were friends, there were still moments where they tried to out-do the other. Most times it was Gabriel and Dean. And this time, it was a race down a deserted street and back to where they started. The Impala versus a T-bird. Both groups and school mates and random people who may or may not have gone to their school showed up to watch it. It wasn't like they were racing for pink slips or anything; more like a “my horse is bigger than your house” kind of thing. The two of them were trying to prove whose car was the best.
“There's no way your T-bird is going to beat my Baby,” Dean boasted with a prideful smirk.
“We'll see about that, Winchester. We'll see,” Gabriel replied, a matching smirk on his face. While everyone was watching them get into their cars and prepare to race off, (Y/N) was watching from a distance. Her and Gabriel have made up, but it still felt like something was missing.
“Is it me? What's missing here?” she asked herself as she watched Meg stand in between the cars and wave her scarf up and then down. Then they were off.
The T-bird and the Impala were equally matched, one then the other pulling ahead, but neither could get ahead of the other. Until they passed about a quarter of a mile before the turn back around and Dean was getting ahead. Gabriel cursed and tried to push his car faster, but the power behind the T-bird was nothing compared to the power and speed of the Impala.
Once they turned around, Dean took off and stayed ahead of Gabriel the rest of the way. He tried catching up once, but fell behind again. The cars came to a screeching halt at the start/finish line, Dean ahead by half a car length or more. Both drivers got out of their cars and Gabriel begrudgingly handed over fifty dollars.
“You win, Winchester,” he sighed, but a smirk was playing on his lips. He wasn't too upset about it.
“Told ya, nobody can beat Baby,” Dean stated, pocketing the money before thumping Gabe on the back. As the onlookers congratulated them about a great race, Charlie came over to (Y/N) and was squealing with excitement.
“Did you see that?! That was so awesome!”
“Yeah I saw Charlie. It was impressive,” she replied, looking past her friend to Gabriel before giving a sigh.
“Hey, what's wrong honey?” Charlie asked, worried something was happening between them again.
“Nothing's wrong. At least I don't think there's anything wrong. I just...” she stopped herself, the words not coming forth.
“Just what?”
With a sigh, she replied, “I feel like something's missing between me and Gabe. I'm happy things are working out between us, but it feels like something is missing. But I don't know what.” As soon as the words left her lips, she could see Charlie's brain working to find a solution. And she knew when it came to her; her whole face lit up with excitement.
“I think I know just what to do!” And with that, Charlie grabbed (Y/N) by the hand and proceeded to drag her over to her car with Dorothy following behind them. None of them noticed Gabriel watching with confusion, but figured he could ask her about it later.
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It was the final day of school, graduation was tomorrow, and things were looking up. Everyone agreed to meet up at the school carnival they put on every year for the last day. Gabriel found the T-Birds rather easily; their leather jackets standing out among the crowds.
“Well looky here, boys! Gabe's got a Letterman jacket!” Garth exclaimed, crowding around their leader.
“Yeah I do,” he stated proudly.
“Wow. (Y/N) must mean a lot to you,” Castiel mentioned, looking at his cousin with awe. He was glad that Gabriel finally got his girl back.
“Yeah, she does. I wanna do good by her, and this was to prove to her that I can change.”
“Are you sure about that Gabe?” Sam questioned, tapping his shoulder and turning him to face where he was looking, all wide-eyed.
Gabriel turned against his will and cried, “What are you talking--(Y/N)?!” There standing in front of him, was his girlfriend (Y/N); dressed in dark blue jeans, a black fitted off-the-shoulder top, motorcycle boots and a leather jacket that said “Pink Ladies” in pink writing on the back. Her hair was done up in curls, laying loose over her shoulders with complimenting smoky eyes and red lips.
“Like what you see, Gabriel?” she smirked, pulling on the lollipop sticking out of her mouth. Gabriel was stumbling over his words, trying to find the right words. “You-you...wow. Why....?”
“What's the matter, sugar? Cat got your tongue?” she replied with a little sass, batting her eyes at him.
Gabriel just shimmed out of his jacket while stating,
“I got chills,
They're multiplying
And I'm losing control
'Cause the power you're supplying,
It's electrifying!” as he fell over dramatically in front of her. (Y/N) pulled the lollipop from her mouth and tossed it away before walking right in front of him as he shifted to kneel in front of her.
“You better shape up
'Cause I need a man,
And my heart is set on you.” she started backing away from him, looking over her shoulder as he followed.
“You better shape up
You better understand
To my heart I must be true.” she turned on him, poking a finger in his chest.
“Nothing left
Nothing left for me to do” Gabriel almost promised in some way as they headed for the fun house.
“You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed” they sang in time with one another as they danced their way up the stairs and into the fun house.
“If you're filled
With affection
You're too shy to convey,” (Y/N) smirked, crooking a finger at Gabriel to come closer, which he did.
“Meditate in my direction
Feel your way” she laughed as he “fell” back in awe before turning to follow as she continued waling through the fun house.
“I better shape up
'Cause you need a man” he vowed, taking her hand and pulled her close before gently pushing her back as they made their way up a ramp.
“I need a man
Who can keep me satisfied” (Y/N) stated, hooking her finger under his chin before tapping his nose playfully.
“I better shape up
If I'm gonna prove” he started as they met on a walkway.
“You better prove
That my faith is justified” she confirmed as she hooked her arms around his neck.
“Are you sure?” he needed to know if this is what she wanted.
“Yes I'm sure down deep inside” she replied, pecking his cheek before continuing on through the fun house, leaving him to catch up with her.
“You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed” they sang and danced together as they worked their way through the mazes and onto the “shake shack”, where their friends were waiting outside.
“You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed” they continued outside, Gabriel picking her up and spun her around before setting her on her feet only to twirl her into his arms. They continued dancing, their friends following their lead.
“You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed” they all laughed and held onto each other when they were done having fun. Everything was working out finally.
“Aw! They made up!” Kate gushed to Garth as they looked at the happy couple.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Eileen spoke up, “what's going to happen after high school?” They all looked at each other and realized she was right.
“Yeah, she's right,” Jo stated. “What if we never see each other again?”
“I wouldn't worry to much about that,” (Y/N) replied, leaning into Gabriel's embrace.
“She's right. Knowing us, we ain't going to drift that far apart. I mean, come on, we're the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies. There's nothing that can keep us apart,” Gabriel stated. Everyone knew he was right. There was nothing in this world that would keep them away from each other. They all had each other's numbers, they all knew where each of them were going after high school, there was no way they wouldn't see each other again.
The two groups spent the rest of the day at the carnival, just enjoying each other's presence and remembering all the good times at school. Whatever lies ahead of them, one thing was for sure, they weren't going to be afraid of a little challenge here and there. Not if they had each other, whether actually there or in spirit. This life is theirs to make something out of; no one said they had to do it alone.
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So that’s the end of this little Grease meets HSM meets Supernatural series. I hope you all liked it and that I did good. I’ve written using songs before but not in this way. Hope you had fun and if you think I should do something like this again, let me know!
So I had lofty aspirations this week. I wanted to go through the list of Tumblr’s I follow - 162, and send love individually. I made the message pretty much the same but tried to find gifs that each person would enjoy. If the Tumblr didn’t accept messages with someone they don’t follow, I sent a prayer up to keep their creative hearts safe - there are only 8 of these folks <3 If there was a KoFi link, I hit it. My tax refund check allowed this sharing of cash, plus Creation hasn’t released a new campaign, so it’s like I am flush :P I do not write fanfic or create beautiful aesthetics or anything like that. What I want to do is help foster all of the creative souls sharing their efforts. I want the Tumblr world to feel the appreciation I have for angst, fluff and smut in all of its forms that represent the Supernatural Universe. I am constantly astounded at how deep these stories go, how detailed and how spot on the characters are portrayed. AMAZING! I love how every one is supportive and I feel voyeuristic as I follow the interactions you guys share. Things I learned in the process, Tumblr has a limit on how many individual messages you can send in a day - I think it’s 100. That was disappointing. There truly is a SPN gif for everything, if your search is specific :) Doing this was fulfilling and I understand why people share. Creating that connection is wonderful. Hopefully I didn’t scare anyone off by being so direct. I truly do appreciate the hours of enjoyment I have found here and if anyone needs encouragement or a giggle, please call on me to assist. All the love <3 Michelle xoxoxoxo
Summary: Dean and you have a one night stand. Can you keep your feelings for the hunter at bay. Read Part 1 HERE… Based loosely off song Burning House by Cam. Listen HERE
Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader
Pairings: Dean X Reader
Word Count: 4450
Warnings: Language, angst, death
A/N: Well, here is the second part. Thank you so much for reading. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.
You woke with a start, warmer than normal, feeling like you had actually slept half decent. And immediately you realized why: Dean. You were half over him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close, face in your hair as he breathed deeply, still asleep. You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment. Dammit.
Dean stirs, muscles twitching as he dreams. You watch him for a few seconds before deciding to slide out of his grip, trying your hardest not to wake him up. You didn’t want to have to explain this if Sam came back. Even more, your didn’t want to have to face Dean.
You went to the shower, getting under the lukewarm water, trying to wash away last night: the sweat, the feel, the memories. You couldn’t have this, not when you hunted together. You knew, you logically knew any feelings would get you or Dean killed. This was best, it was out of your system and now you can move on. But the water didn’t stop the memories that crept into your mind: Dean underneath you, Dean’s green eyes watching yours, the way you bantered, the way he fucking felt. Dammit Y/N, stop it.
You flip the handle, turning off the shower, drying yourself quickly. Shit, you had forgot to bring any clothes in with you. Kicking yourself in the ass for being stupid, you crack the door but Dean is gone, the room empty. Relieved, you sigh, dressing quickly, debating whether or not to call Dean to see where he went. That was something you would have done before, right?
Finger hovering over Dean’s name on your phone, you jump when the door opens, dropping the phone on the table as Sam walks in. You exhale, relieved, but your heart pounds in your chest.
“Hey Y/N…”Sam tosses his coat on one of the beds before turning to you, “Hey, you okay?”
You run your fingers through your hair, trying to steady yourself, “Yeah, yeah, yeah…Totally fine, what did you find out last night?”
“So get this…” Sam flips a chair backwards, sitting down, “This shifter is an arson, right?”
You nod for him to continue. Sam half smiles, “What if it acts like any arson? What if there is a pattern?”
You chuckle, “I take it spending all night in the county office you found a pattern.”
“Yep…The property values and the locations. All are houses valued around $250,000 in property value and rural….He seems in a hurry, keeping it around this area lately.”
“So, how many houses?”
“Twenty-sex within fifty miles. But only seventeen are houses with families similar to the previous ones…Hey, where’s Dean at?”
“W-what?” You stumble, swallowing hard, “Why would I know?”
“I thought you two were going through the insurance claims last night.”
You get up, shuffling some papers, “Oh, yeah…We didn’t find anything useful. Dean was gone before I got up.”
“Why don’t you call him so we can check these houses out, interview the families.”
“Can you do it Sam? My phone is almost dead.” Coward, coward, coward.
Sam raises an eyebrow, but nods, dialing his brother, talking lowly when he answers. When he hangs up, Sam grabs a bag, “C’mon, we are going to meet him in town. Dean grabbed us breakfast and then we can go interview the families. See if we can find who this shifter is.”
You force a smile, “Sounds like a plan Sam.”
You and Sam didn’t say much on the way to pick Dean up, just tried to figure out a way to split up the families. Dean is waiting outside a diner, holding a bag and three coffees. He hops in the driver’s seat with a smile as Sam moves over and you crawl into the back.
Dean smiles, that same smile that always made your heart stop as he hands you your coffee, “So how we splitting this up Sammy?”
Sam opens the bag, dividing up the food, “I figured you and Y/N can take half an I ca-”
“No!” You cut him off. When he turns to you confused, you realize you had cut him off, “I mean, you and Dean go ahead. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
“Alright. Well then…” You lose track of what Sam is saying as your mind wanders off. Accidentally you catch Dean’s eyes in the rearview mirror and you swear he looks a little hurt. But you knew you were imagining it, you needed to get out of your own head.
They drop you at one house before moving on, you taking half of the list that Sam had made so you could interview the families posing as an FBI Agent. No one seemed suspicious, but you managed to silver test everyone with the silver rings you wore. Easy way to check for almost any type of shift monster, all you had to do was shake their hand.
You made it through all but two by early evening. Deciding to call it a night, you jack a car and make your way back to the motel slowly, not particularly in a hurry to get back there. What the hell was waiting for you? Awkward small talk? Trying to get a read on what Dean thought? No thank you.
Parking the car in an abandoned lot a few blocks away, you walk back to the motel, arms crossed in front of you against the evening chill. When you open the door, you feel like someone punched you in the chest. It is just Dean sitting in the room, leaning back in a chair, feet up on the table.
He smiles when he looks up, the same warm smile he had given you for years, “Hey…What’s shakin’?”
It takes you a second, but you force yourself to smile back because it needed to be done. You shrug, tossing your coat and bag aside, “Not much…Where’s Sam at?”
“Getting the grub.”
You nod, having the battle inside your head whether to sit on the edge of the bed or at the table with him. You slide into a chair, “How many did you get through today?”
Dean pauses, forehead crinkling for a second before he shakes the errant thought away and leans forward, jumping into what went down today, “We have seven left-”
You chuckle, “Man, what the hell? There were two of you and you only got two done?”
“Hey, hey, hey…No need to be a smart ass.” Dean chuckles, “Yeah well we thought this one might be it. I mean the guy was nervous as hell. Turns out his greenhouse out back was full of weed.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah…So I almost gank the guy-” Dean animatedly tells you about the two hours they spent interviewing and then the four hours they spent stalking this guy. You were both laughing, falling back into that easy rhythm when Sam brought back burgers and beers.
“Freaking sweet…Thanks Sam.” You pop off the top of a beer, taking a swig before digging into the burger.
“What the hell Y/N?” Dean holds his hands up, “I told him to get it. I don’t get a thank you?”
You roll your eyes, “Thank you Dean for being so thoughtful. Telling your brother to get a twelve pack that you will drink ten of.” You can barely get through the sentence without laughing.
“See was that so hard?” He jokes.
You take another bite of your burger, “Ugh, impossible.”
Sam shakes his head, “You two are impossible, always teasing the shit out of each other.”
You almost choke on your burger, trying not to laugh. Dean isn’t as successful, choking, trying not to spit his food everywhere as he glances up at you. Sam turns to his brother, “You alright?”
“Yeah, “Dean nods, coughing a few more times, “I’m great.”
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The next day you don’t split up, opting to try to hit the last bunch as a group. And it works; really really well until there are only two left. One you haven’t visited and another that the wife thought the husband had changed overnight, thought he was cheating on her when he would disappear.
Dean is driving the Impala to the nearest town, “So bar tonight? See what we can dig up on that guy and do the last house tomorrow?”
You and Sam both agree that it is probably the best course of action. The problem was that there was more than one bar in this podunk little town. Sam spoke before you could, “You and Dean can go to the ones on the East end of town….There are more bars down there.”
“A-are you…” You stutter, trying to figure out a brilliant way out of this. Especially since before two nights ago you would have jumped at the chance to go with Dean.
“C’mon Y/N, let’s go raise a little hell.” Dean turns, smiling back at you before turning back to the road.
“Alright, sounds like a plan.” You nod, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the remainder of the evening. C’mon girl, this was just another hunt. This was the easy part of the job, the part you enjoyed the most. Or at least it used to be.
It took you an hour or so to get the boys moving but eventually you were sitting at a high table with Dean, beers in front of you.
“Hey, earth to Y/N.” Dean snaps his fingers, his eyes crinkled around the edges as he studies your face, “You alright over there?”
You jump a little, taking a swig of your beer to try to cover it up, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
He scoffs, raising an eyebrow, “Sure thing…Anyways, who are we looking for?”
“Umm…Either this guy-” You pull two photos out of your coat, “Or this girl. One of them should be the shifter. Hopefully.” You smirk, deciding to try to go back to normal, “So you are taking the guy right? You seem his type.”
“Ha- you’re hilarious.”
“C’mon Dean, you need to take one for the team. I think it’s about your turn.” You shake his arm playfully. Dean’s forearm tenses under your touch, his face going blank, green eyes startled when he glances up at you. You quickly retract your hand, mumbling, “Sorry, I’ll go get us another round.”
You sigh, clambering off the chair and scrambling quickly away. You couldn’t help the way your heart had sunk at his expression, hating the way you had hoped for something more. Despising yourself for thinking that things would just go back to normal between you two. Touching his arm would have been something you would have done before, right? It wasn’t abnormal, at least you didn’t think it was. But Dean had been right the other night, you were both adults; eventually this would be behind you. If not, you weren’t sure what you were going to do.
It was busy in the bar tonight, people laughing and talking as you waited, leaning up against the bar, waiting for the two beers that were taking a long time. You thank and pay the bartender, turning back, pushing through a few bigger guys that didn’t hear when you asked them to move. You are almost to the table when you look up, a pretty brunette in the seat you had previously been occupying. You stop in your tracks, not realizing that you are holding your breath until your lungs scream for air.
Dean glances up, giving you a small smile that doesn’t meet his eyes, holding up a finger, telling you he would be there in a second. Well, fuck him. You turn on your heels, heading back to try and find an empty chair at the bar. Luckily, a few people were leaving and you crawled into the empty seat, downing the one beer in a matter of seconds. Grabbing the other bottle and starting in on it.
“Woah, a girl drinks like that something just happened.” You turn, finding the guy from the photos standing next to you, “Someone sitting here?”
You gesture towards the stool, “Just you.”
He smiles, sliding into the seat, “Thanks…So a guy I’m guessing.”
“Yeah…” You scoff, shaking your head, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Whatever you say…I’m Ben.”
No it wasn’t, his name was Jonathan, not that it really mattered right now, “I’m Abby.” You lie, not caring. All you had to do was test him and then you could get the hell out of here, get away from Dean.
You talked to him for awhile laughing, trying your best to flirt. The bastard was wearing long sleeves though, so you would need to find an excuse to touch his hand. He was trying like hell to pick you up, and you let him think that he had a chance. But the entire time, all you could do was think about Dean flirting with that girl, and how much you wished it was you sitting across from him.
“Hey…” You place your hand over his while he is mid sentence, making sure the silver presses into his hand, “I’ll be right back.”
He nods and you smile, looking at the skin on the top of his hand as you take yours away. Nothing. No skin irritation, no burn mark, the guy hadn’t even flinched. He was just another scumbag trying to cheat on his wife, not the shifter. You push through the crowd, making your way back towards the bathrooms, the exit not far beyond. Figuring you could just give Sam a call, get the hell out of this place before the night got any worse.
A hand grabs your upper arm, and you have just enough alcohol in your system to void any self control; spinning, throwing whoever grabbed you back against the wall. You are shocked when your forearm is against Dean’s throat, “Dean? What the fuck?”
You let him go, turning back for the exit, not waiting for an answer. You shove the door, Dean following close behind. The alley is dark and smells like piss and stale beer. Placing your hands on your hips, you turn to him as the breeze blows. Dean is watching you, eyes angry and slightly bloodshot. He had been drinking a little harder than you.
“What Dean?”
“Were you just going to leave?”
“Yeah, the guy was a bust. I was gonna le-”
He shakes his head, “So you were just going to leave me stuck in this bar?”
You scoff, cocking a hip, “You didn’t look like you were too stuck to me.” Thinking about the woman he had been sitting with the last time you’d seen him.
“What?”
“That chick you were sitting with…You didn’t need to rub it in.”
Dean throws his hands up, “The hell you talking about? You knew that guy wasn’t the shifter and you just fucking sat there and lead him on.” He grimaces, voice lowering, “You’re pretty good at that.”
Your heart clenches, somewhere between livid and distraught, “What the fuck Dean? I thought it was ‘no strings’? Right? That is what you said!”
“I know what I fucking said!” Dean yells, “You just don’t understand!”
You rub your eyes, trying to calm yourself down, “You’re such an asshole Dean. It was a mistake…I’m gonna leave.”
Dean shrugs, waving you off, “I’ll see you back at the motel.”
“No Dean…I mean, I might be leaving, leaving.” You sigh, “I don’t know, you and Sam got this case. If this is what it’s gonna be like…I’ve hunted on my own before, I can hunt on my own again.”
Dean sets his face, “Do whatever you want Y/N.”
You nod, shoving your hands in your pockets and walking towards the main street. There is a grunt then trash can bounces off the wall behind you, echoing in the dark night as bottles clank onto the ground. You ignore it, turning and walking down the street, breath fogging. You decide not to call Sam, you needed the time to think and the cold air will help you with that. It was only a three mile walk, you would be there in an hour or so.
The gravel of the side of the road crunches under your boots. It was a clear night, the stars shining beside the half moon. Allowing your mind to go blank, you listen to the breeze through the grass and the trees. As your mind clears you begin to calm down. Your phone buzzes when you are in the last half mile, the motel in the distance. “Hey S-”
“Where are you?”
“Almost at the motel.”
“I can’t get ahold of Dean.”
You scoff, the anger flaring up again, as you walk the last bit to the motel, “What? Am I his babysitter? He is probably still at the bar or he left with some chick.”
“No, he isn’t and no one has seen him since he went out the back with you. What happened?”
You stop, “We had a fight.”
“You guys always fight.” Sam laughs. Yeah, you and Dean always spat. But it had always been little spats about hunting, about who was going to win that night’s pool game.
“Sam…This was different.” You trail off, not sure how much you were willing to tell Sam.
“Y/N?…Y/N? You still there?” Sam is almost yelling though the phone, trying to get your attention.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I’m here.” You panic,
“What aren’t you telling me?…Actually hold up, I’m pulling into the parking lot.” You see the headlights of the Impala, hear the familiar rumble of the engine that gets cut, Sam jumping out, “Tell me what happened.”
You pause, “Dean and I-we…”
“Shit…” Sam runs his hands through his hair, leaning back against the car, “Dammit.”
You feel like you want to cry, “I’m sorry, I though Dean and I could still be friends. This got fucked up.”
Sam sighs, hazel eyes meeting yours, “You could have still been friends if you had been any other girl Y/N.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You cross your arms in front of you.
“Dean’s in love with you.”
You laugh, “Psh-No he isn’t. That’s not possible.”
“He is… He has been since he met you. The guy is crazy about you.”
“Dammit….” You close your eyes, “He was talking with this brunette. And then I flirted with that husband to test him. And Dean caught me as I was leaving and we just yelled at each other…And-an”
Sam puts his hand on your shoulder, you slowly look up at him, “And I told him I was going to leave.” You pull out your cell, dialing his number, listening to it ring and then go to voicemail. You glance up at Sam, worry settling in your gut, “He’s not answering.”
“C’mon, let’s go in and see if I can ping his phone.” Sam does in record time and the last known location is on the highway towards the last house. Dean had run off, half cocked and half drunk to finish this hunt on his own.
Sam raced down the road, the windows were down and you can smell the smoke before you see the flames reaching up in the dark.
“No!” You jump out of the car and race across the damp grass. You can hear children screaming inside. A man runs into me,choking on the smoke. You grab him, “Is there a man inside? Did you see a man?”
“Yeah-” He coughs, “He attacked my wife when she started the fire…Why would she do that?-The kids.”
He pulls against you. You reel back, punching him in the face, “Stay out here…Sam! Get the kids, I will find Dean. Wife is the shifter!”
Sam shoves the man down the stairs as you bust through the door, choking on the hot air, “Dean!” There is no answer other than the crackle of objects catching fire. You open doors, squinting against the smoke as your eyes tear and become irritated. Why couldn’t you find him?
“Dean!” You scream, voice hoarse, jumping octaves. Coughing against the smoke, squinting, eyes watering, you search frantically, “Dean! Answer me dammit!”
It had just been a stupid fight, why the hell did he have to do this; run off on his own?, “Dean! Please!”
“Y/N!” It is faint, you can barely hear it over the crackling flames, the buckling frame.
“Shit!” You lift your arms up, protecting your eyes from the peeling wallpaper and flying ash. The flames singe the delicate hairs on your forearms,” Dean, where the hell are you?”
“Y/N! Help!” His voice calls from the next room. Shit, flames lap against your face, your skin beginning to singe. You keep your fingers against the hot wall, fighting to see where you were going as you turn the corner. The house creaks precariously, wood snapping as the fire roars.
“D-dean?” You choke.
“Here Y/N… Please!” His voice sounds weak, gurgling. Entering the kitchen, your heart stops beating, clenching within your chest. The main beam had fallen through, Dean was trapped, pinned beneath it, struggling to get free.
“Shit!” You rush over, the heat of the air burning your lungs, the hot floor hurting your knees as you kneel beside him. Dean was barely recognizable, the side of his face blackened, the skin peeling, flaking away beside his bloodshot eyes, “Hey Dean, it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna get you out.”
“Th-thought you were leaving.” He coughs.
“Guess not… You gotta push Dean.” He pushes the beam with his hands, you push with your shoulder, putting as much force as you can behind it, grunting under the strain. The damn thing won’t budge, but as it groans the floor above begins to fall though. You hit the floor, covering Dean with your body, burying your face in the crook of your arm. The hot coals burn through the back of your shirt, branding your skin.
“Dammit Dean, what did you do?” You cry, trying the beam again, trying like hell to get it off of him. Pushing upwards until your feet slipped and you face planted onto the floor/
“I was trying to get the job done.” He laughs, flopping back onto the floor, the smile lost between his lips and his eyes. You touch his hand with yours, and he flinches, pulling his away like it was painful. You can’t help the hurt that fills you, but then you take in how injured he really is. How his entire body is more blackened and burnt than not. How his breath is raspy and uneven. How his eyes can barely focus for more than a moment.
You take his face between your hands and he growls. You ignore him, leaning down and kissing him slowly, the tears falling freely from your face “I shouldn’t have been such an asshole.”
“What?”
“Sam told me…” Dean grimaces, you force him to look at you. Those beautiful green eyes full of hurt and pain, “And I-I love you too. Always have.”
He squints, sighing, tracing your cheek with his fingers, brushing the tears away, “Really?”
“Yeah, and I’m gonna get you the hell out of here, okay? We will fix this later.” You get up, trying again and again until you have nothing left and the smoke makes you weak, the flames closing in around you.
Somewhere in the distance Sam yells for you, but you don’t respond, just slide to the floor next to Dean. He chokes and sputters, looking over at you as you look at him. You couldn’t save him and you didn’t have any desire to save yourself. How the hell were you supposed to live like this. Hunting on your own sucked, hunting without Dean would be impossible. It was the people you loved that made this job bearable and this was your fault. Dean dying here was your fault and you weren’t going to let him die alone.
“Y/N!” Strong hands grip your shoulders, pulling you away from Dean.
“No!” You scream hoarsely, fighting. Dammit, you wanted to stay, you were going to stay. You push away, collapsing back to the floor, pulling yourself closer to Dean, “No!”
“It’s going to be okay Y/N .” You push Sam away, but he wraps his arms around you, pulling you away from Dean again.
“Sammy!” Dean yells, “Help me dammit.”
But Sam ignores him, pulling you with him, pinning your arms to your side as he carries you through the house, though the flames, “No Sam! We can’t leave him!”
You fight him, but you could barely breath anymore, the smoke pushing any air out of your lungs. You can hear Dean screaming for you both, and you punch and claw at Sam, trying like hell to get out of his grip, “We gotta got back! Dean!”
You sob, the pain wracking your body. You couldn’t lose him, not after all this. But you just had, the house crumbling, caving in as the cool air hits your body when Sam carries you outside.
You scream incoherently, yelling for Dean. Sam sets you down in the damp grass, “Y/N, are you okay?”
You ignore him, pulling your knees to your chest, burying your face against your knees, against your sooty jeans, “How could you do that Sam? I could have saved him…He n-needed to know-”
You trail off as arms pull you close. He pulls you against his chest, and for some reason it feels familiar, “I already do sweetheart.”
You choke, whimpering as you look up to see bright green eyes and a shy smile, “Dean?”
You scramble away, reaching for the knife in your boot, “Sam? The shifter…”
You hold the knife between you and Dean, who holds his hands up, eyes pleading, “Hey Y/N, sweetheart, it’s me. The shifter was trying to get you to save him. Here…”
Dean holds out his right hand. You hesitate, shifting the knife into the other hand and reaching out yours. He doesn’t flinch when the silver ring brushes his skin. Letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you sigh with relief, dropping the knife into the grass, “Dean?”
He squeezes your hand, smiling, “Yeah, its me.”
You rush forward, leaping into his arms, crashing your lips against his. Dean sways, surprised by your reaction. He regains his composure, chuckling against your lips, “I take it your happy to see me.”
So I’m really missing my old roommate @writingaworldofmyown and we are feeling super nostalgic about graduating. In light of that we are doing a collab for an SPN college!au series. I haven’t told Sarah yet, but I would like to have the first part up in a week or so
We have decided to do a total AU with the SPN characters and a couple of OFCs. I know we are both looking forward to it.
Alrighty, here is the deal. I’m gonna keep my normal tag list on when I post even though this will not be a reader insert. If you do not want tagged, please let me know. If you are not currently on my list and you want tagged, please let me know.
Also, if you have any college!au tropes or prompts, send them in! I’m not guaranteeing we will get to all of them, but I would like to add some in.
Tagging some people to spread the word: @for-a-brothers-love @i-have-loved-a-thousand-lives @nichelle-my-belle @the-mrs-deanwinchester@jxackles @deanwinchester-af @torn-and-frayed@sherlock44 @bloodysideofhell @gryffindorable713@ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan@feelmyroarrrr @supernaturaltookover @thinkwritexpress@mysupernaturalfics@mrswhozeewhatsis @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @ezauraemmaline @oriona75 @winchesterenthusiast @fandommaniacx@mamaimpala @phantomangelgoddess @theerinpage @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @ackleholic96
Summary: Based loosely off song Stitches by Shawn Mendes. Listen HERE
Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader
Pairings: Dean X Reader
Word Count: 3150
Warnings: Language, death, angst
A/N: I’ve wanted to do something based off this song for a long time. Thank you for reading, let me know what you think. Tags are at the bottom.
“Dude, what the hell?” Sam asks Dean as he comes into the motel room. Dean hasn’t moved from the table since this morning, there were five empty beer bottles beside the laptop and the empty bottle of Jack. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an abnormal thing these days.
“Nothin’ Sam.” Dean grunts, eyes bloodshot from the amount of alcohol he has consumed over the past few days. This wasn’t going well for him.
“Dean, if you just talk about it-”
There is nothing to talk about Sam!” Dean growls, voice raising at his brother. He was done, at least that's what he told himself. He was done, but he couldn’t be, not with her.
To Dean it was everything about her. The way he moved, the way she talked. He was helpless when she laughed. She had gotten under his skin in a way he had never let any other woman get. He hadn’t known he was that deep, not until she had said goodbye.
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One Week Earlier:
“Dean!” You admonish him as he grabs your ass while you try to organize your shit in the back of the Impala, “C’mon, I gotta get shit done…” You turn and grab the edges of his shirt, “That is, if you ever want to get done with this hunt and get back to the motel.”
Dean bites his bottom lip, smirking, “Why would we want to get back to the motel?”
You stand on tiptoes, pressing your lips below his ear before whispering, “Because I paid for an extra room.”
He growls, hands pressing into your sides as he holds you close and kisses you forcefully, pushing you slowly back against the Impala. It is everything that is you and Dean: raw, unabashed, open, passionate.
You break away, breathless, smiling, glancing at his swollen lips under your lashes, “We gotta get this hunt done first.”
Dean’s hands wrap around to your back, he pushes himself against you, “C’mon, it can wait a little bit.”
You shake your head, grabbing his chin between your thumb and index, “No, because it is never just ‘a little bit’ with you...The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back.”
He tries to look annoyed with you, but you know better. You reach up and kiss his lips quickly, “Don’t pout, I’ll make it up to you.”
He raises his eyebrows, eyes widening, smiling, “Damn right you will.”
You scoff, shoving his chest, “Not if you have that attitude.”
Dean smirks, poking your ribs enough that you start laughing, trying to get out of his arms, “Dean! D-dammit!”
“What?” He deadpans, innocent look crossing his face. You roll your eyes as he releases you, turning back to make sure the last of the stuff was together. You were hunting a couple of demons. The omens had been popping up all over the county; cattle deaths, there had been dry lightning last night even though it was cold during the day. It had to be a high roller or a few low-levels working their way through together.
You hear the door to the motel slam shut and the lock click as Sam rolls out, bag in tow, “You two ready?”
You smile up at him and nod. You and Sam went way back, that was actually how you had met Dean. The two of you had been in school together. At the time Sam didn’t know you were a hunter, and hell, you hadn’t known Sam was either. But after Jess burned up and Sam had disappeared, you had been suspicious and tracked him down. In the Winchester’s wake, you had put two and two together. When you caught up you had helped them on a shapeshifter hunt in St. Louis. Dean and you couldn't stand each other; you fought constantly, bantered, tried to out do each other. After they had pinned all the murders on him the cops had thrown a lot of heat their way, and yours and you had decided it was best to disappear.
You hadn’t thought about them for years really. Then eight years later you had come across them on this funky ass case where a guy had been bringing Looney Tunes stuff together with his mind. It had been so long you had barely recognized them. Sam had grown up from a gangly boy, and Dean-Dean was different. He still put on this facade, one where he tried to joke around, to tease you and flirt; but you knew that play too well. You had done it many a time. It took a few dozen beers and a few late nights at bars, but you two kinda grew on each other, you needed each other, even if neither of you would ever admit it. There was this attraction that went to the core and neither of you had any control over it.
“Alright boys, let’s get this show on the road.” You shut the trunk, heading for the backseat, ready to get this hunt over and spend some time with Dean. There were some people on the other side of town that, from police accounts, you were fairly sure had been possessed by the demons that were turning this town upside down.
The ride over was lighthearted, Dean was singing along to the radio despite Sam’s complaints. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. When you were interviewing the couple, Dean slipped holy water into their drinks, neither of them started smoking. But the typical signs were there: they couldn’t remember the same five days, had missed work. Both of them distinctly remembered the smell of rotten eggs even though he had been grilling chicken at the time he had blacked out. You thank them and walk out with the boys, “Definitely possession.”
Sam nods, buttoning up his suit jacket, “Yeah, looks that way.”
Dean groans, “But it looks like they jumped meat suits, we have no idea who it is now. They might not even be in town anymore.”
You stop on the sidewalk, “Well why don’t we start looking for people who have been MIA at work but still in town?”
Dean turns, brow crinkled, “Why?”
“Well,” you shrug, “They said they missed work. Apparently the demons weren’t worried about keeping up appearances. It is worth a shot.”
“Yeah, I guess…” Dean nods slowly.
You stick your hands in your pockets, “I mean it is the best lead we got… I’m sure it is nothing.”
Sam shifts his weight, “That could be a long shot.”
“But it is better than me sitting around the mote twiddling my thumbs. I will go make some calls and stop in some places around town. You guys go on and check out that other guy that was possessed a few weeks back.”
Dean’s cheek twitches, “You sure baby? I can go with you.”
“Yeah...I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself…” You step forward, pressing a hand against his stomach, standing on tiptoes to kiss him quickly, “I will be back later tonight. I still got a promise to make good on.”
You wink and Dean smirks, leaning down to kiss you again, “The thing with your tongue, right?”
“We’ll see.” You tease and Sam makes a gagging sound behind you. Dean and you both laugh, “Seriously guys, get outta here. I will call you if I find anything.”
They both wave and climb into the Impala, driving off to go talk to that other guy. You smile and start walking down the road to the police station, thinking. You hadn’t meant to but you had fallen for that goofy grin and the green eyes; the rough exterior and the kind heart. You weren’t ready to admit it out loud yet, but you did love him. He was a part of your life now that had just naturally progressed. Two months ago he never would have called you ‘baby’ in front of Sam, you wouldn’t have shown any affection like that saying a brief ‘see you later’.
You enter the police station, they knew you as an FBI agent. Borrowing a room and a phone, you start calling local businesses, keeping track of people who had missed multiple days of work It was a tedious job, but it needed to get done. Dean texted you intermittently, keeping you updated on that end. The guy had definitely been possessed. You could tell when they got back to the motel and were doing busy work because Dean’s texts slowly turned more and more dirty and suggestive, until you were flat out sexting.
You were in the middle of reading one about his head between your thighs when you realized you weren’t listening to the secretary prattle on the other end of the phone. Shit, “Sorry, ma’am, would you mind repeating that for me?”
She huffs, annoyed with you taking up her time, “I said that Mr. Jacobs hasn’t been in yet this week. He never called in...It has been making the office go insane. No one knows what to do and-...”
“Thank you ma’am,” You cut her off, not caring about her problems around the office, “Is there a number that I can reach him at?”
She sighs, acting like it is a big deal to get the number even though you know she probably has it memorized. She rattles it off to you.
“Thank you again ma’am. The FBI appreciates your time.” You hang up the phone, getting ready to call his number. There had been a few other no shows in town, but you had been able to contact most of them via their cell. None of them sent up red flags. You try Mr. Jacobs, no answer. You move his name to a small list to check into later. The time passes on.
Around 7 PM your back is sore from sitting so long, you decide to go check on some of the names. You jack a car in town, driving around. The first few are busts, all just at their house ignoring life. You holy water checked them just to make sure. Pretty soon Mr. Jacobs as the last person on your list. He lives way out of town and even though it is late, you want to get this over with. You were wrong about the lead, it wasn’t panning out like you had planned.
Your phone buzzes and rings on the seat next to you and Dean’s name is on the caller ID, “Hey Dean.”
“Where are you at?”
“Checking this one outside of town…”
“Whoa, whoa, why don’t you come pick me up and I will help.”
You laugh, Don’t worry, I will be back soon enough. It isn’t going to be anything, just doing my due diligence.”
“Fine...Just call if anything happens sweetheart.”
“Will do Dean. I will be back in like hour and a half max.”
“Hey, what’s that room number? You know, so I can be ready.”
You choke, trying to stifle the giggle, “One-oh-eight...Just make sure you are naked.”
He starts howling, “Yeah, yeah...See you later baby.”
“Bye Dean.” You click the end button, slipping the phone into your pocket and shaking your head. He was ridiculous sometimes. You slow down, reading the road number, pass a row of trees and make a sharp right. This was the one you need, but you have to slam the breaks as a figure come into your headlights, “Shit!”
She stands there, motionless, “What in the hell?
You squint, trying to make out the face, but you had no idea who the hell it was. This wasn’t good, not because you watched a lot of crime dramas. This wasn’t good because every bone in your body, every hunter instinct told you this was fucked up. It was too much of a coincidence that this was happening to you on your way to follow up on a lead. You didn’t have any weapons on you other than a 9mm beside you and some holy water.
A hand slamming on the roof of your car makes you jump. A man stands outside your drivers window, smiling as the engine flickers on your car, rumbling and dying. His eyes flash black, shit.
He smiles down at you, knowing how screwed you are, “C’mon Y/N...We know who you are, just get out here.”
“Yeah, come on out and join us.” The woman calls. You recognize the voice as the secretary’s. She smiles and it makes your stomach turn. The only choice you have is to try to fight your way out. You take a deep breath, hand tensing. You pull the pistol up, emptying five rounds into Mr. Jacobs’ face as you roll out of the car, scrambling, shooting behind you and running into the woods. You can hear the laughter over the pounding of your heart. Trying to stay quiet, you move on the balls of your feet, staying low in the dark. They don’t take the same courtesy, calling out your name, crashing through the trees.
“C’mon Y/N! Aren’t much of a hunter without the Winchesters, huh?”
“Y/N! Let’s have some fun!”
Dammit. You crouch into the large roots of a mossy tree, listening, hoping they would walk right past you and you can break back for the road. The footsteps are even with you now. It’s gonna work, thank God. You hold your breath to make sure. But AC/DC cuts through the air and you jump in place as Dean’s ringtone blares from your phone in your pocket.
“No!” You try to shut it off, sprint back through the woods, but they are coming too fast now. You trip, skidding in the mud, dropping the phone. A hand grabs you and a knife slides through your abdomen as you look up into black eyes. You punch, fighting hard to get the holy water flask out of your jacket. You do, splashing it on his mangled face as he stabs you again. He hisses, falling off you You catch the woman running out of nowhere to tackle you. You use her momentum, flipping her to the ground, sloshing the holy water onto her as you gasp for breath, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio…”
They scream, eyes flashing black but the words weaken them, “Ergo draco maledicte, et omnis legio, diabolica adjuramus te…” But they don’t give up. The man attacks you again as you try to spit out the exorcism. You fall onto the wet leaves, kicking him away but his blade sinks into your leg. You yelp, yelling the final words, “Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”
A rush of wind and feral screams cut through the air as they are sent back to Hell. The bodies slump onto the damp ground, dead. You struggle to breathe, fighting the black spots in your vision. You pull yourself up, trying to find your phone in the dark, luckily the screen flashes with a voicemail. Bending to get it, you crumple in a heap, the pain in your stomach to great as the blood soaks your clothes.
You try to push yourself back up, but your legs won’t hold you. You pull yourself to a nearby tree, leaning back against it to check yourself with the flashlight on your phone. The wound was deep, you knew from the burn and the area that it had opened up your stomach. The acid was slowly eating your insides and you were out of time. An ambulance wouldn’t make it here in time, you had minutes left to find out if you would first die from blood loss or the stomach fluid The tear slides from your eye to your cheek. You brush it away angrily, you were a hunter, you knew you would always go out like this.
You scroll to the recent calls, dialing the last number. Dean answers on the first ring, “Where the hell are you? I tried to call you.”
Pressing the heel of your hand against your closed eye you give him the road name, “Found the demons, took care of it.”
“Dammit Y/N! You should have called for back-up!”
You choke, giggling, “You know I’m not like that. Plus by the time I figured it out it was too late.”
“Damn, I can’t believe you took two demons by yourself.” You can tell he is proud and you fight to focus.
“Pretty badass, huh? Listen, I’m in the woods, I could use some help cleaning up. N-neither of the meat suits made it.” Your voice cracks.
“You alright baby?”
“Yeah-yeah...I’m f-fine.”
“Okay, we are on our way. You sure you are fine?”
“Yeah, I’m just a little cold.” It wasn’t a lie, you hadn’t been able to feel anything for a little bit, the coldness was settling into your chest and you were shivering.
“Well, I can warm you up later.” His low voice purrs. You want to hold on to that sound forever.
You laugh, “Don’t worry about me Dean. I will see you when you get here.”
“Alright…” He sounds skeptic, but lets it drop.
You are about to hang up, wanting to end the call before it happens, “Dammit...Hey Dean?”
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“I-I love you.” You stutter, shaking so badly you can barely hold the phone steady.
He makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, “You sure you are alright?”
“Yeah Dean...See you when you get here.” You can barely suck in enough air to make words, “ Goodbye.”
“Bye Y/N.” You hear his end drop and the phone slips through your fingers. The last thing you hear is your chest heaving, trying to suck in air as you glance at the star through the trees.
_________
He didn’t know why she hadn't told him, why she hadn’t fought harder. Dean hated her for not telling him what was happening. When he had found her slumped against that tree, mouth agape, eyes glazed, his world ripped in two. Dean had fallen to his knees right there and held your lifeless body, begging you to come back to him. It didn’t matter how much he drank, he couldn’t get that picture of you out of his head.
“Dean, Y/N knew she wasn’t going to make it. She wanted-” Sam was cut off by his brother standing, flipping the table over, the glass shattering all over the floor.
“Dammit! She should have told me!”
“She knew she didn’t have the time Dean.” Sam gave his brother space, but tried to talk him down from the rage. He had never seen Dean hurt like this.
Dean wipes away a stray tear angrily, “Dammit! She said she loved me on the phone.”
“What?”
Dean stumbles over to the bed, sinking onto it, slurring, “I didn’t say it back…How could I not say it back?”
Summary: You end up stranded in Minneapolis after you miss your bus, night quickly going to hell. There you end up dependent on the kindness of a stranger
Characters: Dean, Reader
Pairings: None yet
Word Count: 2200
Warnings: Language, panic, that’s it
A/N: Hope you enjoy! I watched a movie by the same name that was on Netflix and I absolutely loved it. Even though parts are going to be very, very similar, I am changing quite a bit of it up after this part.
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“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You sprint, well more like stumble, down the marble stairs in your heels and D&G suit and skirt. Dammit, why did you have to be running late? You had to get home, you had made a mistake, this wasn’t you. If you hadn’t been so damn angry...The last bus left the station at 9:25PM, it was 9:24PM and everything had gone so incredibly wrong. The only thing you had left was this damn bus ticket and your cell phone.
Breathing heavily, you race down the corridor, past a few people sitting on benches, a couple musicians playing instruments. Something cracks on the floor in the wake of your madness, but it doesn’t matter. You didn’t give a shit as you weave between them. You needed to make this bus, you had stuck around the bar for far too long. You just had to get down this last set of steps.
“Dammit!”, You make it to the arch in time to see a bus pull out of the lot, ‘to Chicago’ in orange letters blinking, “No.”
“The last bus has departed. The station will be closing. This station is now closed to customers.” A voice booms over the loudspeaker. No, this couldn’t be happening, there had to be another bus, you had to get home. You had to get home before him. You had to fix this.
You spot a janitor pulling a bag from the trash, “Excuse me sir?”
“Yes miss?”
“What did they mean the station is closed, aren’t there anymore buses leaving tonight? There has to be some.” Your voice frantic.
He smiles apologetically, “Sorry miss, not tonight. Station opens again at five in the morning. They will be able to get you on a bus then.”
Five was too late. You force a smile, “I can’t wait that long, is there anywhere else?”
“There are cabs out front. Other than that, everywhere going out of town will be closing.”
You sigh, biting your bottom lip, “Thanks.”
He nods and walks off with his cart. You pace, running your hand through your hair. What were you going to do?
“Hey miss!” A hand grabs your elbow and you jump, terrified, not knowing someone had been there. You shake, spinning, not sure what you are going to do.
“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing his hand away, scared.
“Hey, easy there...I’m not going to hurt you. You dropped this, thought you might want it back.” It takes you a moment to calm your heart, register the phone he is holding out to you. The shattered remnants of your phone.
“Oh…Yeah” You reach out and take it. Slowly you look up under your lashes, hair half covering your eyes. The stranger is tall, plaid shirt under a coat. The guy is huge, easily over six foot. He has warm green eyes, short dark blonde hair and a dusting of freckles over his tanned cheeks. He watches you cautiously, but a small smile plays at the corner of his lips. You swallow hard, stuttering, “T-thanks.”
“No problem...Looks like it is broken though.” He nods at the phone in your hand.
“Yeah…” You trail off, “Um, thanks again.”
His brow furrows and you force a half smile, muttering some excuse. You walk past him, needing to get out of here. There had to be something, you needed a plan. Your heels click and echo off the stone as you make your way back up the halls towards the exit. For some reason, walking back out seemed a hell of a lot shorter than the distance you had sprinted not ten minutes before.
The cold fall air of Minneapolis hits you as you walk out the door, pulling your wool coat tighter. You stand there, helpless. A cab wasn’t going to do you any good. It couldn’t take you where you needed to go and you didn’t have enough cash to get you anywhere of importance. Shit. You lean back against the cool building, a tear sliding from the corner of your eye. What option did you have but to wait until morning?
“You okay?” The voice, his voice, startles you yet again. He stands about ten feet away, giving you space. He has a heavier coat on now, an odd shaped black case slung over his shoulder.
You wipe away the tear, “Yeah...I’m fine.”
That’s all you offer, looking away down the street. He clears his throat, “Can I ask why you are out here.\?”
You shake your head, “They closed the station...Don’t have much of an option.”
“You planning on standing out here all night or what?”
“I don’t think it's any of your business.” You snap not having time for this. Who the hell did this guy think he was anyways?
He raises his eyebrows, scoffing at your malicious tone, “Wow...Excuse me for being polite.”
You sigh, feeling bad, he hadn’t meant any harm, “I’m sorry...I’m just kinda screwed. My purse was stolen.”
“Oh shit.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, expression sympathetic.
You nod, “Yeah, I was at this bar, and I turned my back for a minute. Now I’m stuck in the middle of the city with a worthless bus ticket and a broken phone.”
“Damn, that sucks. Sorry.”
“I don’t want your pity.” You scoff, head shaking.
He laughs, “I wasn’t going to offer it, I was going to offer to split a cab with you if your wanted.”
“Thanks, but you can’t help me much. I don’t have any money.” You shrug, glancing up the dim street towards downtown..
“C’mon, let me do something nice. I got like a hundred bucks on me. You’ve had a stroke of shitty ass luck. Where you heading?”
“Chicago.” You roll your eyes, “I don’t suppose that’s on your way home?”
“Damn, that’s a little south of the Heights...That’s alright, hold on...Hey Taxi…” He waves after a cab that is pulling out. The cabbie slams his brakes as he jogs up to the window. You walk over slowly, curious, but keeping your distance. The stranger didn’t scare you, and you trusted your instincts, but you still weren’t a trusting person, “This lady is in a hell of a hurry trying to get down to Chicago…”
He glances at you, green eyes questioning. You clear your throat, “Edgewater.”
“Edgewater…” He turns back to the cabbie, “...and she got her purse stolen. It is an emergency and when you get her back she will cut you a big check.”
You lean down to the window, “Please.”
The cabbie scoffs, shaking his head, “You two are crazy, do you even know what you are asking? You want me to drive all night down and then back...You two can’t be serious.”
The stranger sighs, “C’mon, look at how she is dressed...What kind of purse was it anyways?”
“Louis Vuitton…” You answer quietly. His green eyes are shocked, and he has to shake his head a little before turning back to the cab driver.
“Dude it was a Louis Vuitton, I think she is good for the drive and a big tip.”
“It is going to be over fifteen hundred…” The cabbie snaps.
Green eyes laughs in disbelief, “Get the hell out-you can’t be serious?”
“Dead serious…$2.50 a mile, plus tolls, plus-”
“Yeah I get the point…”
“And you want me to trust her?”
“Alright!” He throws up his hands.
You touch his arm, “It is fine really...You tried, I will figure someth-...”
“No way...Here.” He pulls out a credit card and hands it to the cabbie, “You can just send me a check when you get home.”
“No, no, I can’t accept that...You don’t know me.”
He smiles, “It's okay sweetheart...I’m sure you are good for it, and there is no way I’m leaving you out at a bus station in the middle of the night.”
“Hey! This card is declined.” the cabbie shouts, tossing the card back at the man.
“Damn...That happens. Here I got another that I never really use.”
The cabbie takes it and then snaps again, pissed off, “Yeah and it is expired.”
He chuckles uncomfortably, “Well shit, you can read and count? How the hell are you a cabbie?”
“Look jackass, your little girlfriend is stuck. No one is gonna want to run down to Illinois when none of us are licensed there....So you better get plan B in order.” He turns his light back on and pulls away. You couldn’t believe that for a moment you had thought that this was going to work.
He turns back to you, lips pursed, thinking, “You know what? Let me call a friend.” He pulls out his phone, “Well this is embarrassing, it's freaking dead. Son of a bitch.”
You throw up your hands in disbelief, “Are you kidding me? Do you have anything that works?”
He scoffs, eyebrows raising at your tone, “I’m sorry...I didn’t realize I was taking up all the space at the front of the line of all the freaking guys that are trying to help you…” He gestures to the empty space beside him to emphasize his point, “Believe it or not, there is other shit I could be doing.”
“Well then why don’t you go do it...I’m sorry for taking up your damn time.” You turn on your heels, stalking off down the street, pissed. Nothing was going right, you should be on your way home right now. You held your arms around yourself, turning up a road that you were pretty sure lead back to the bar district that you had come from.
Not ten steps onto the dark you realized your mistake, it was a road too early. A head there are four men, obviously drunk, holding onto each other and brown bagging it as they walk down the center of the road. You pause, unsure what to do. You walk slowly forward, too far to turn back, they had already seen you and were staring. You tried to stay calm, ready to run like hell if they made a move. One of them elbows his buddy and points. Shit.
“Hey, sweetheart…” A familiar voice says loudly and a warm arm wraps around your shoulder, “Sorry I’m late.”
You are frozen, looking up at the green eyed stranger again. He pulls you to move, whispering in your ear, “Just look forward and keep walking. Everything is going to be alright.”
You nod, staying under his arm as he guides you to the next street, releasing you as soon as you're around the corner. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Your knees are weak, shaking and knocking together. You almost collapse, but he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you steady, “Easy there.”
“T-thank you.” You stutter, trying to relax, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been such a bitch”
He chuckles, “I get it...Don’t worry about it. Believe it or not my night has actually improved.”
“Well mostov…” You raise your hand, “Shitty nights all around.”
He laughs, smiling, flashing his teeth. It is a warm laugh, deep, “Shit...So what's the plan? What do you want to do? You wanna go get a room or something?”
“Ex-fucking-scuse you?”
He takes a step back, putting his hands up, “Christ, I didn't mean it like that….No, no, I meant for you. I’m guessing you don’t have any friends here or you would have tried them already.”
You nod, grimacing. He was right, you were stuck here, stranded, and didn’t know anyone, “I don’t have friends, I don't have a phone, don’t have shit because everything was in that damn purse. Jesus, am I screwed.”
“Alright, want to go try to find your purse?” He raises an eyebrow.
“What? You think the ass that took it just turned it back in?” You say sarcastically.
“Nah, but sometimes they just snatch the cash and dump the purse in the trash….Where were you at?”
“It was downtown, I don’t remember the name...I’m pretty I would recognize it.”
“Well that’s right on my way. I will walk with you.”
“That’s not necessary…” You start but he holds up a hand.
“It’s on my way, I’m heading that way...Do you want to come and have an adventure? See what we can find? Maybe even find that purse.”
You swallow hard, debating. If he was going to hurt you he would have by now. You look up into his watchful eyes that were waiting patiently, trying to put you at ease.
“Oh, shit…” He extends a hand, “I’m Dean by the way.”
You hesitate and then reach out and shake his hand, “Jackie.” You lie. Your trust only went so far.
He smiles, gesturing towards downtown, flipping his collar up against the cool night air, “Nice to meet you.”
A/N: I am super excited for this series. It is based off all the feels that I get when I listen to Cinematics by Set it Off…ANY and ALL feedback is appreciated. No gifs or photos are mine
The metal bed rattles against the cement floor as Sam strains against it, trying to get loose. Dean won’t meet your eyes when you look back to him, “Sam has been drinking demon blood.”
“What the fuck do you mean?”
Dean shakes his head, “It is with his psychic thing. This bitch was making him drink it, having him exorcise demons with his mind.”
“Ah, what?” You can't believe what the hell you are hearing. Sam seeing the future was one thing. Exorcising demons with his mind? This was a whole new level of crazy shit.
“It's been happening for awhile.”
You scoff, “And you didn’t stop him?”
He rolls his eyes, “C’mon Y/N...I didn’t know, I never would have let it…”
You raised your voice, “You’re telling me you didn’t know something was off with your brother?”
“C’mon Y/N! I tried. I tried like hell... “ He trails off, voice wavering.
“Jesus Christ Dean! What the fuck?” Unable to believe that Dean would let this go this far. Sam yells again and you cringe, reflexively reaching for the gun in the back of your pants. You manage to stop yourself but Dean caught the movement, and grabs your arm.
“I know this is a lot to ask Y/N. I know you are fighting every instinct not to go kill him right now, but I need you to trust me on this one. I know I don’t deserve it, but please Y/N.”
“Dean! You don’t know what this has done to him...He-he is a-.”
“A what? A freak? A monster?...I don’t know Y/N. What I do know is my little brother is in there and I don’t know what else to do.”
Dean stares, pleading, eyes shining. You sigh and then nod, “Okay. Fine. What the hell are we gonna do? Can these angels or whatever do anything?”
Dean laughs, “If they can they sure as hell aren’t. These seals, the things keeping Lucifer in his hole, are breaking left and right.”
“I meant about Sam?”
His face darkens, “They won’t. They warned him to stop but he didn’t.”
“What about that Ca-Kast-something dude, he sounds pretty cool?”
“Cas?...” Dean leans back against the wall, “I talked to him earlier tonight.”
You cross your arms, “You gonna elaborate or are we just gonna stand here?”
“I told him I would take Sammy’s pace, that I will kill Lilith. Swore allegiance or some shit like that.”
“So you signed up to be Heaven’s bitch?” You laugh. Dean rolls his eyes, “I’m not anyone’s bitch.”
“Really? Cause that’s not what it sounds like.”
“Whatever Y/N...So is Ange still gonna try to shoot me?”
You sigh and shrug, “You pissed her off man, but I think she is over it. What the hell did she even say anyways?”
Dean chuckles uncomfortable, “I think it was ‘if you ever talk to my sister like that again I will put so many holes in you that when you walk you will be whistlin’ Dixie.’.”
You smirk, scuffing your boot against the ground, “Yeah, she’s a piece of work sometimes.”
“I deserved it.”
You look up, shocked, “Dean, it's fine. You-”
“What? I was in a bad place. No, there was no excuse for that...”
“It’s in the past Dean.”
You both watch each other for a moment until the door to the basement creaks, “You two want to get your asses up here sometime today? Ya know, before the end of the world.”
You shake your head, “Yeah Bobby, we’re coming.”
Dean trails you on the trek back to Bobby’s library. Ange is settled into the couch legs crossed and she raises an eyebrow. You flatten your hand, palm down, signalling that you will tell her later. Bobby clears his throat, “Well, I guess the plan is to stop as many seals as we can. At least that ones that are left.”
You start going through the local newspapers from dozens of states. When Dean and Bobby duck out for a break, you catch Ange up on what was happening with Sam. She wasn’t happy about it, she definitely took it better than you thought she would. Eventually the days of no sleep are wearing on you. Your eyelids begin to droop and eventually you can’t fight it anymore.
Waking with a start, it takes you a moment to realize where you are. At Bobby’s. Safe. Ange is laying opposite of you on the couch. Her legs tangle with yours, pinning your hips to the couch. She is hogging the blanket. Dean is snoring softly on the floor beside you, his blanket barely covering his upper body. It was quiet, at least until there was an engine struggling to turn over. The hell?
You try to wiggle and jump up, but fall off the couch, trip over Dean and wipe out, half on him, banging your head off the hardwood floor.
“Uff! Wh-what the hell?” Dean grumbles, arms flailing, accidentally hitting you in the stomach, “Shit, Y/N?”
You ignore him, scrambling for the door. If Bobby was going somewhere he would have woken one of you up. That turning over and over again comes from someone not getting a good connection when hot-wiring a car. You had lost count of the times that you had been the reason for that same sound. You fly out the door in time for the engine to catch and the gravel to fly, the car speeding past, almost hitting you, Sam in the driver's seat, “Son of a bitch!”
You step into the middle of the way, watching the taillights fishtail onto the main road. The screen door slams and boot-steps race down the stairs, “Y/N?!”
You spin, not realizing how close Dean is, running right into his chest, bouncing backwards. He catches your arms before you fall back, “Sam was in the car Dean.”
His eyes widen, “What? T-that isn’t possible...The panic room?”
You grab a his arm, demanding his attention, “Where the hell is Bobby at?”
The ‘oh shit’ look crosses his face and he turns, jogging up the row of cars. You head down another row about the time that Ange drags her ass out of the house, two shotguns in her hands. She tosses you one and falls into stride, “Bobby?!”
Fifteen minutes later on the back side of the property, Ange calls out. She found Bobby crumpled on the ground, beside some rusty piece of shit with a gun laying beside him. He is out cold. You and Ange work together to drag him back towards the house, Dean meeting you halfway, opening the door so you can set Bobby on the couch.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean starts to pace, running his hand through his short hair, rubbing the back of his neck.
“How the fuck did he even get out of the panic room?” Ange asks, confused. Bobby never made anything half-assed. There should have been no way for Sam to get out of that room.
Dean shakes his head, “It has to be that demon bitch...It had to have been Ruby.”
Ruby, the demon that had Sam hooked on this shit. Bobby groaning pulls you out of your thoughts, “Take it easy Bobby.”
“I’ll take it easy when I’m dead...Ya idjits couldn’t find me before he knocked me out?”
You and Ange chuckle, apparently being hit in the head didn’t affect the old man’s sass. You bump her shoulder, nodding towards the hallway to the basement. You excuse you, walking with her on your heels, trotting down the stairs.
“There is no way…” She trails off, pacing around the space, inspecting the basement, “I mean, Bobby doesn’t just make stuff kinda demon proof.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” You walk into the panic room, seeing the broken demon traps, “All these Devil traps are broken though.”
She comes up beside you, running her hand on the edge of the door, “It is iron…” She licks her fingers, immediately spitting on the ground, “Uck, coated with salt.”
You nod slowly, running your finger over the broken line of the trap, “A demon couldn’t touch this...No way in hell.”
Glancing up at her, Ange bites her bottom lip, “What are you thinking Ange?”
“I think Dean’s too close to this, and this is more than my issues with him.”
You lean back against the wall, “Everything is too clean.”
“Exactly. This wasn’t a demon, and it wasn’t Sam either.”
You both make your way up the stairs in silence, not needing to speak. Spending your entire lives together had its benefits, not everything needed to be spoken to be communicated.
Bobby was sitting alone at his desk, flipping through a book. You sit on the edge, “Where’s Dean at Bobby?”
“He left, said he is going to find Sam.”
You and Ange share a glance, “Which way?”
“You girls don’t need to get wrapped up in this. Its-...”
You scoff, “What? Family stuff? You called us in for help, this is us helping.”
Bobby sighs, looking between you and Ange, “He went south. That car was ditched in Nebraska.”
“Thanks Bobby, call us if you hear more.”
“Will do kid.”
Ange runs out of the door before you, hopping into the truck, “What’s our play?”
“Keep those two idiots from killing each other. Dean is going to be pissed and with Sam hopped up on this shit, I don’t think he is going to listen.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.”
Seven hours of driving hell bent. Ange had been tracking Dean’s cell and you were only twenty-five minutes behind him now, “Turn left at the next cross street.”
You slam the breaks, taking the turn on two wheels, pushing the speedometer to max again, “Alright Y/N, he stopped at a hotel up this highway on the right.”
“How long?”
“Been there for five minutes.”
“Son of a freaking bitch...Sam is there, we are too late. He wouldn’t have stopped otherwise...Fuck”
You make it to the hotel in fifteen by some freaking grace. Rushing through the door you run headlong into a short brunette with a leather jacket and heeled boots.She falls, skidding across the tile floor, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Sor-...”You stop halfway through the apology, seeing the knife stuffed in her boot, “Ange!”
Ange sees and tries to rush her, the brunette smirks, “Yeah, not today.”
Her eyes flash black, a fucking demon. Ange is thrown through the air into the receptionist behind the desk.
“No!” You yell, pushing yourself up and tackling the bitch, your momentum rolling you both onto the floor. She pins you beneath her, grabbing the knife from her boot. You yelp, feeling the blade sink into your leg. You punch and claw at her face but she stabs you again. It burns, and you are losing. You can’t, you can’t leave Ange alone with this bitch.
“Enough Ruby!” You hear a familiar voice yell and she suddenly gone. You choke, sputtering on your back, trying to catch your breath. You look in time to see Sam dragging her out the door with him.
