Title: Changes - part eleven
Word count: ±3000 words
Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together.
Summary part eleven: The case is closed and the hunters go their separate ways, but not before having to deal with a few loose ends.
Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks.
Music: Purple Haze - Jimmi Hendrix, Highway To Hell - AC/DC.
Author’s note: I’m super excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer, @soupornatural & @mrswhozeewhatsis, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish and @winchest09 who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!
Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist
01x01 “Changes” Masterlist
Flashing lights shimmer bright blue and red on the surroundings of the three hunters. They’re out in the open again, the moon and stars above them, the night air chilly. Dean leans against his Impala, while Zoë has made herself comfortable on the saddle of her bike, overlooking the scene. Police officers are clearing the area, some take notes of what the victims have to say. Before the authorities arrived, the hunters talked to the victims about what to tell the police. Their best advice was to keep quiet. People who start their statement with the word ‘shapeshifter’ usually end up in a psych ward. If they ever need to talk about what happened, they can call the brothers.
All the people have been pulled out of the septic tank by the fire department. An ambulance with Cole in the back is the first to leave the driveway, sirens blaring, while others are treated and prepared for their ride to hospital. Sam walks up to the other hunters and halts, watching the ambulance take off.
“Cole is in critical condition, but the paramedic was hopeful. She said if we hadn’t found him, he wouldn’t have survived the night. The others are okay, besides from minor injuries and malnutrition,” he informs.
“Good,” Dean says, satisfied.
“And Terry Cliffer?” Zoë wonders.
“Yeah, about Terry...” Sam shakes his head. “They found him, too.”
“Dead?” she assumes.
Sam nods and leans against the hood. The paramedics took care of the wound on his head, the injury is barely visible, covered by his long brown hair.
“They found his body in the back of the tank.”
Zoë sighs. “Damnit.”
She glances over to the ambulance where Michelle Cliffer is sitting on a gurney, wrapped in a thermal blanket. She has her daughter and son by her side, comforting her children. Zoë wonders if she knows. The boys catch her gaze at the broken family.
“You can’t save them all.”
It's Dean who reminds her of that, to Zoë’s surprise. She expected words of consolation from the younger Winchester, who’s shown her a lot more sympathy than his arrogant brother, until now, that is. She nods at the hunter, hearing his message, but unable to accept tonight’s outcome. Every time an innocent is killed by something she hunts, she feels like she failed. Even though they saved the others, not to mention the many victims that would have followed if they hadn't ended the shifter, Zoë cannot shake that feeling.
When she looks up at Michelle again, she sees that the woman is on her way over. It’s not hard to miss the widow’s grief.
“Michelle...” Sam stammers, not sure what to say.
She forces a polite smile and gives him a nod, but it's obvious she's torn up. Through the tears, she looks them in the eye one by one.
“What you did… you have no idea what this means to me,” she says, her voice breaking.
“Just doing our job, ma’am,” Dean responds, as if it’s no big deal.
“It’s so strange...” The poor woman shakes her head, still unable to grasp what happened. “I noticed that Terry was behaving differently about a month ago. I had no idea that--"
“- it wasn’t your husband?” Sam fills in.
She looks up at him, sniffles and nods.
“He looked just like him. A few days ago, I started asking questions and… well, you know the rest.”
She looks down, as if she’s trying to find her strength in the soil underneath her feet. Her bottom lip begins to quiver.
“They just informed me about Terry.”
“We're very sorry,” Sam returns, compassionately.
Michelle looks up, her piercing blue eyes seeking Dean, the man who rescued her and her children.
“Thank you,” she says, soft but genuine.
“Don’t thank me. Thank her,” he nods at Zoë. “She did most of the work.”
Zoë looks up, stunned, not expecting the sudden attention. Her gaze shifts to the mother, who turns towards her, her eyes showing more gratitude than a thousand words could describe.
“Thank you for rescuing our children.” she voices, gratefully, and turns to the boys as well. “You saved my family.”
With nothing left to say, she heads back for the ambulance, her little boy walking with her by the hand, but Lizzy lingers, still looking up at the female hunter. After pondering a little longer, the six year old runs towards the huntress and folds her little arms around Zoë’s leg, giving her a hug before heading back to her mother. A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth as Zoë watches the little girl go. Lizzy waves at her until the doors of the ambulance close, answered by a final salute from the company of three. A breath floats from her lips, the weight on her shoulders made lighter by the young girl, who made it all worthwhile.
“Dude, you smell like a toilet,” Dean comments out of nowhere.
He sniffs while making a face, eying his brother, who is still standing next to him.
“You wanna tell me you smell like roses?” Sam returns.
Dean stares back, puzzled. “What are you--“
Sam grabs Dean’s leather coat and pulls it up, showing the dirt and feces stuck to it.
“Ah, shit,” Dean curses.
Zoë grins. “Indeed.”
Sam can’t help but smirk when Dean pulls himself loose, annoyed. Then he glares at Zoë.
“You totally fucked up my favorite jacket,” he gripes, pissed off.
“Gonna cry about it?” she pouts at him.
He gives her a dirty look and narrows his eyes, but Zoë doesn’t let him off the hook just yet.
“You’re lucky you didn’t fuck up my Dave,” she warns. “Next time you have the nerve to get on my bike, I’ll kill you.”
“You have such a warm and loving personality, know that?” Dean snarls, sarcastically.
“Talking about warm and loving, you said something about ‘me being all over you’?” she brings up, curious.
“You jumped me, and not in a violent kind of way,” he reveals, scratching the back of his head, a little embarrassed.
“How did you find out it wasn’t me?” Zoë wonders.
“Simple; there was no trace of that bullet wound,” he explains, nodding at her abdomen.
“Ah, so clothes were off; you did play ball.” She grins, crossing her arms and leaning back a little. “How far did you make it, exactly? First base? Second base?”
Sam snorts, watching the interaction between the two hunters. He didn’t expect a blush to turn the tips of Dean’s ears pink, however.
“Oh, whoa!” she realizes. “You got to third base.”
“Dude, you had sex with a shapeshifter?” Sam smirks.
“Dude, no! C’mon!” Dean defends.
Zoë grins, amused. His denial was a little too fast and too loud. For a ‘professional’ con artist, he’s a pretty bad liar.
“Did shifter-me give you a hand or was it the other way around?”
“I - that’s not…” Dean stutters, only digging himself deeper. “You know what? I don’t have to answer to you.”
She huffs. “Well, since you thought you were having sex with me, I think you kinda do.”
“I didn’t have sex with you, or fake-you,” he makes clear, correcting himself while looking confused. “Look, I know what I was doing. I shot the fucker and saved your ass, so I think I deserve some credit.”
But Zoë doesn’t plan to stop.
“You’re into me,” she provokes.
“You’re so full of shit,” Dean scoffs. “You might come in a pretty package, sweetheart, but you are as sour as they come.”
She laughs at the insult and slides her helmet over her head, securing the chinstrap.
“I have zero intention to become your friend, Dean, and that was your first clue. When that shifter came on so strong, you should’ve known you were either having a wet dream, or the ‘pretty package’ wasn’t actually this sour bitch.”
The huntress starts the engine of her Harley before the guy she’s been butting heads with can counter. She doesn’t take off however; she’s not done yet.
“Oh, by the way, did you know that shapeshifters aren’t sexless?”
“Of course I knew that,” Dean utters. “So?”
“Well, Sammy there saw the shifter shed and he was pretty sure it wasn’t female. So whatever you did, you didn’t do it with the opposite sex.”
Zoë leaves the rest for the older Winchester brother to figure out, and to her amusement, it doesn’t take long before it settles in what she’s implying. When she sees the horror and bewilderment in his eyes, she has to pull every string to not break character.
“Bye, boys!”
She turns the throttle and steers her bike towards the road. Sam has the feeling he’s experiencing déjà vu. Last night, they were standing in the exact same spot, Zoë driving off on her Harley Davidson, Dean staring at her in awe. The younger Winchester tries his best not to burst into laughter, but has difficulty keeping a straight face. He decides to play along with Zoë’s little mind game.
“Is she actually saying that I...?” Dean stammers, eyeing his brother, unsettled.
Sam nods.
“Did you really see…?”
Sam nods.
Nauseated Dean looks away, realizing what this means.
“I’m gonna throw up.”
Disoriented, he circles the car and slips into his seat a moment later. In shock he stares at the emblem in the center of the steering wheel; his whole life has been a lie. Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix starts playing when the driver turns the key in the ignition. As if he didn’t feel dirty enough, the thought of the shapeshifter driving his beloved Impala only adds to his discomfort. Oh well, at least the bastard didn’t screw with his mixtape.
Beams of yellow glide through the car rhythmically, fading in and out every time they pass a street light. The V8 under the hood roars steady, already radiating warmth into the cabin as they are about to drive into the city of Rochester. Dean has turned the heat on, aware that Sam had been stuck underground for hours; he figured his little brother might be cold. The gash on his head didn’t look too bad, looks like he got away with nothing but a scratch.
“So, what’s our plan for the rest of the night?” Dean asks him, actually checking if Sam wants to hit the road or call it a night.
Sam chuckles, assuming he has other intentions with that question.
“Considering you have a date with Vicodin girl?”
For the second time this evening, Dean experiences a sudden and overwhelming pressure on his chest as he hits the brakes, almost causing the car behind him to crash into his bumper. The driver honks madly and swerves around when the Chevrolet pulls over.
“Dude!” Sam exclaims, startled.
He doesn’t answer. When they have come to a full stop, Dean glances at his watch instead; it’s 9:15. Frustrated he slams the steering wheel.
“Fuck!”
“What’s your problem?” Sam returns, stunned.
“That’s my problem.” He nods at his rear view mirror.
It’s just now that Sam notices the sirens behind them. He quickly looks over his shoulder and curses, but is surprised to see the police cars pass them.
“It’s not even for us, Dean. Would you relax?” Sam doesn’t understand all the fuss.
“Oh, it’s for us, alright,” Dean mutters, nodding at the first responders, who make a sharp right to 6th St Southwest, joined by another vehicle from the other direction.
“That’s - that’s where our hotel is,” the younger of the two realizes.
The driver rubs his face. “I didn’t bolt the door.”
With eyes wide open, Sam stares at his brother. “What?!”
“I was in a bit of a hurry,” Dean excuses. “I think Vicodin girl walked in on a dead shapeshifter.”
“Please tell me you covered our tracks,” his brother pleads.
“I didn’t have time for that, Sam! For all I knew I could have been working on a fucking time schedule here! I didn’t know where you were, if you were alive!” he explains, frantically.
“Okay, just chill out. You did take our stuff with you, right?” Sam supposes.
“Let me think. Who had the car again!?” Dean returns.
“You left my laptop in the room?!” Sam exclaims, freaking out. “All our documents, our records, everything is on that computer!”
“I wasn’t thinking straight, okay?! I thought you were dead!” Dean shouts back.
“At least tell me you brought Dad’s journal,” Sam asserts.
He doesn’t need an answer; when he watches Dean’s expression go blank, he knows enough.
“Dean, you didn’t,” Sam sighs and runs his hands through his hair frustrated.
“We need to get back in there,” Dean states, determined.
“Are you nuts? There are cops all over that place!” Sam reminds him.
“Everything we know, everything Dad knows, is in that journal. Names, addresses, phone numbers, you have any idea how many people are gonna get in trouble if that book falls into the wrong hands?!” Sam sums up, his voice raised.
Before Sam can continue the argument, Dean’s Rock N’ Roll ringtone cuts through the tension. Irritated, he rummages around in his pocket and takes out his phone. He checks the display before he picks up; he doesn’t know the number.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Birdbrain.”
He recognizes that voice, even though the sounds in the background are so loud that he has difficulty understanding her. He rolls his eyes skyward.
“Zo, not now. I have a little bit of a situation here.”
“You mean that you left everything you own except for that damn car of yours in the Deep Purple Inn, which just got stormed by the cops?”
Dean stares at the road ahead, flabbergasted.
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“Because I was just there.”
“You were there?” he repeats stunned.
Frowning, Sam looks over at his brother, trying to make out what Zoë is saying.
“That lizard took my Macbook and my phone up to your room, I had to get it back. Nice job tidying up the place, by the way.”
“I was a little busy saving everyone’s ass!” Dean returns.
“I went through a hell of a lot of trouble to get your things, but I’ll be happy to dump them alongside the road somewhere if you don’t drop that attitude. Do you want your shit back or not?”
Silence. Dean curses under his breath, turning the speaker away from his mouth so that the huntress doesn’t pick up on it. He absolutely despises it when he’s forced to take a knee.
“Yes,” he growls, grinding his teeth while pronouncing the simple three letter word.
“I’m gonna make sure I’m out of the state before I pull over, considering shapeshifter-me shot up an entire bar and I just entered the crime scene of my own murder. I advise you to do the same thing.”
“Copy that,” Dean agrees. “And our stuff?”
“You’ve got my number. Give me a call in a few days.”
“Can’t we just meet up somewhere in Iowa?” he proposes.
“No can do, I’m heading to Arkansas for a haunting. Not sure how long that’s gonna take. Leave the state, lay low and call me in a few days, got that?”
Dean sighs, rolling his eyes. Seems like he doesn’t have a choice.
“Got it.”
“Oh, and for the sake of public health, when you cross the state border, take a shower at the first truck stop.”
With those words, she disconnects. Dean looks down at the phone and scoffs. Un-fucking-believable.
“She has our stuff?”
Sam has been staring at him all this time, it’s just now that Dean looks him in the eye.
“Unfortunately,” Dean confirms and looks in the rear view mirror, before he turns back on the road and hits the gas.
They pass 6th Street Southwest, which is swarming with police. Sam straightens his back, glad that they don’t have to deal with it. He just hopes this isn’t going to come back and bite Dean in the ass later.
“That’s murder number two on your police record,” Sam comments.
“You sound like Dad,” the older brother mutters.
“No, I don’t,” Sam argues.
The corner of Dean’s mouth pulls up.
“You’d be surprised how much you’re like the old man,” he remarks.
Sam changes the subject. “So, what’s our plan?”
Dean shrugs, his right hand on the wheel, his left hand in his lap, unburdening his hurting shoulder. He doesn’t take his eyes from the road as he drives south, down highway 63.
“According to Sullivan, we should lay low for a few days.”
“Sounds fine to me,” Sam agrees. “Where are we going next?”
“Arkansas,” Dean announces.
The younger Winchester glances aside at his brother. “Why Arkansas?”
Dean returns a smug grin. Sam knows that look, he has seen it way too many times.
“You’re gonna follow her, aren’t you?” he presumes.
“You actually think I’m gonna wait until she has some spare time in her agenda?” Dean chuckles.
It’s not often, but Sam actually agrees with him. They have better things to do, like finding Dad and hunting down the bastard that killed Mom and his girlfriend; he’s going to need the journal and his laptop for that.
“Arkansas it is then.”
Dean turns up the volume when the first tunes from Cliff Williams’ guitar comes through the speakers. Putting the pedal to the metal, he joins in with the drums and he can’t help but nod his head slightly on the beat. Bon Scott’s peculiar scratchy voice belts out the first verse and the driver gladly joins him. He doesn’t care that his brother shakes his head disapprovingly. There’s just no way he can let AC/DC’s Highway To Hell go by without singing along.
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the Promised Land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
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