A/N : Another super old flash fic, Originally posted April 4th 2016.
The last thing you remember was being on the ground, barely breathing, your insides on the outsides. Dean hovered over you crying. Then it all went dark…
You opened your eyes, it was too bright. You put a hand over your eyes to try and block some light out. You turned to the side and saw someone sitting there reading. You sat up slightly, squinting into the light. “.. Chuck.. is that.. you?” He smiled and put the book down. “I thought I was..”
“Dead?” he cut you off. You nodded. “You were.”
“And.. now?”
The bunker was quiet. But your feet brought you to the library. You smiled as you watched them work.
“Y/N!!??” They got up and ran to you.
“But.. you were dead!? We gave you a hunters funeral.. how..?” Sam was confused, Dean didn’t care.
You smiled. And behind you, were beautiful white wings.
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Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.
Word Count: 795
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“Such a dick,” Dean grumbled after hanging up on Ketch.
“And?” Sam prompted.
Dean turned around to face you and Sam. “He says he hasn’t seen mom in over a week.”
“But mom called two days ago, said she was working a case with him.”
“Which means he’s lying,” you supplied.
“But why would he—" Sam was cut off by his phone ringing. You watched his conversation with Jody, taking in the heartbreaking nuances of his expression. He thanked her and hung up. You were almost too scared to ask who had died. It seemed like everyone kept dying lately. You weren’t sure you could handle another death.
Dean had no such qualms and asked, “Who?”
“Eileen.”
And your heart broke for Sam. You hadn’t met Eileen. Somehow, you’d always been on another hunt when she came around. But you’d heard stories from the brothers and seen Sam’s face light up whenever her name was mentioned. Goddamn it, you thought he could finally have a bit of happiness in his life. Someone to call and just shoot the shit with when he wanted to talk to someone besides you and Dean. Someone that made him smile in ways that you and Dean couldn’t. He finally had someone besides you and Dean. And now she was fucking dead too.
“How?”
You weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer to that question, and you especially didn’t want Sam to be the one to answer. But you couldn’t move. “She was, uh, mauled by a wild animal in a wooded area that doesn’t have animals that do that. In South Carolina.”
“I thought she was in Ireland,” you piped in. If she was in the states, you would have wanted to meet her. You would have driven hours just to meet the woman who put that spark back in Sam Winchester’s eyes.
And now you would never get the chance to thank her for bringing Sam that kind of happiness he’d been missing.
Sam shrugged, fighting back tears, and turned away to gather himself without you and his brother watching. You felt absolutely wrecked, just seeing the way Sam seemed to shrink, curl in on himself. His hand jerking over his hair, not knowing what to do with himself.
Eyes starting to water with grief for a great hunter’s death and your friend’s mourning, you turned to Dean. His eyes were trained on the floor for a moment before raising to yours. You jerked your head towards Sam, indicating that Dean should take the lead on this. He took a deep breath and nodded.
“Sam.”
“Dean, that’s the second hunter death we’ve heard about in two weeks.”
“I know.”
Where was Sam going with this? You understood that he didn’t want to deal with Eileen’s death. At least, not with an audience. But he sure moved on really quickly from emotions to logic. Back to the case. Treating this like a case was probably how he was trying to keep his sanity.
And if that’s what he needed right now, then you would help him.
“But two doesn’t make a pattern,” you pointed out, furthering the discussion. Getting everyone back into the investigative frame of mind.
“Three would.”
“Meaning?” Dean prompted.
Sam paused for a second, seeming to gather the courage to say his next words. “Mom’s a hunter. And no one knows where she is.”
If Mary was dead, the odds that Sam would get through this were slim to none. Losing Eileen and his mother so close together? Sure, he was a Winchester and he had thick skin when it came to death. But Sam had to have a breaking point somewhere. You just hoped he never had to find it.
“We should get going.”
“Going where?” Dean asked you.
Treat this like any case. There was a victim. You had to find cause of death. “South Carolina. We have to, uh, we have to—”
“Cause of death,” Sam choked out, taking a few deep breaths. “And we should burn her body. Send her off the right way.”
Dean left the room first, jerking his head towards Sam. Apparently it was your turn to feel out how Sam was handling this. So as soon as the door shut behind Dean, you took a few steps towards Sam. “Sammy?”
His breathing picked up, pushing you to close the rest of the distance and pull him into your arms. “Hey there, Sam. You’re gonna… We’ll get you through this.”
He curled his large body around yours and allowed himself to be held. He allowed you to comfort him. There were no tears, but those would come. Late at night when he was alone, that’s when he would really break down.
Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader, John, Dr Stein, Ted Bundy.
Word count : 1,282
Warnings : canon violence. some angst and some fluff.
Part 12 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
“Don’t do this to me, Dean.” You begged him. “You promised.”
“You really shouldn’t take your eyes off your opponent.” Bundy chided.
“Dean-”
“No resonating.” He growled.
“Guys!” Sam was practically screaming.
“Ready or not.” Bundy singsonged, the last of the bandages falling away. “Here I come.”
“Dean?”
“No.”
“Guys!”
“Time to die.” You could practically smell his breath as he rushed you.
“I said enough!” John screamed from behind him, Stein tsking him and shaking his head for interfering.
Bundy turned, sneering at John. “You’re not my type, get lost.” He swatted John, knocking him back.
“You need to trust me, Dean.” Silence. “You promised.”
“I will not hurt you again. I will not be the reason you die.”
“If you keep doing this I will die!” You screamed.
“And it will be a beautiful death.” Bundy grinned, attention back on you again.
“I thought you trusted me. I thought we were partners, a team. Was it all a lie?” Your hands started shaking again, chest pain coming back and you felt like you might throw up.
“Stein?” John glanced over as he got up. “What’s going on?”
“Panic attack.” He answered calmly. “She has anxiety, didn’t you know? She’s afraid of being left alone again.”
“I ca-” Your breath started coming in heavier. “Please..” You dropped to your knees.
“No, I didn’t..” John got scared as he watched you drop to your knees. “We need to step in.” He started for you, but Stein held him back. Bundy rushed you again. “Stein we need-”
“Wait.”
Just before Bundy reached you, Dean changed, standing tall in front of you. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Sam out of your hand and raised him up. “Stay away from my meister.” He growled, pulling the trigger and shooting Bundy right between the eyes.
His head flew back, and his body followed. The sound that came out of him was inhuman. Dean kept shooting, all the rage and emotion he was feeling coming out shot after shot. It wasn’t until the tell tale signs of black ribbon and smoke circled around and disappeared into a soul that he finally let his brother go, Sam falling from his hand and transforming back into his human form before he could hit the ground.
“Get your soul, Sammy.” Dean turned and started away.
“Dean?” you cried, still with your eyes squeezed shut.
“I’m sorry. But I’m not ready to try again yet.”
John hurried over, wrapping his arms around you. “Hey, we’re here.. I got you.” He pulled you tight against him and tried to help ground you again. “They had your back, as promised.” He ran his hand over your hair. “Dean kept you safe, Sammy got his first soul. It all worked out, princess. It’s done.”
“Dean?” You knocked gently on his door. He had locked himself in there when you got home last night, not a word to anyone, and as far as you knew, he hadn’t come out. You were starting to wonder if he had left while you slept, but when you gently opened the door, you saw him lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. “Dean, come on-”
“Maybe you should find another weapon.” He mumbled.
You froze, starting to feel the anxiety hit again. “What? W-why?”
He shook his head. “I resonate with you, I could kill you. I don’t, it could get you killed. What kind of a weapon am I? Maybe I really am meant to be alone.”
“Don’t you ever say that again.” He turned and looked at you, anger and fear fighting each other on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. “You did what I asked of you, Dean, just not how I asked it.”
“I almost-”
“You had my back. You proved to me once again that I could trust you with my life. I shut down and you stepped up. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead.” you threw yourself on him and hugged him tight. “Thank you.”
Reluctantly, his arms went around you. “If it wasn’t for me it wouldn’t have happened.” He mumbled, holding you tight, as if afraid to let go.
“I was having a panic attack, Dean.” his brow furrowed, and he tilted his head to look at you. “I couldn’t beat him with you two. Sam said I was shaking, and I was. I was starting to feel the strain, I was getting tired, and the only way I could think to beat him, you refused. And it wasn’t that you refused, Dean, I expected that.” You shifted and looked up at him. “I was scared you were right, I wasn’t ready. I was scared I’d get you both killed.”
Dean pulled your head back down against his chest and kissed the top of your head. “We’ll figure something out.”
“I- I already talked to Dr Stein. Your dad and Lord Death agree it’s a good idea.”
“Oh?”
“I’m going to try resonating with you guys one at a time.”
“Sweetheart-”
“I’ll start with Sam, if you want.” You looked up at him again. “I don’t want to push you, but it’s something we need to do, we need to see if maybe it’s trying to handle both of you at once. Because if I can at least resonate with one of you…”
“Yeah, okay.” Dean nodded. “Sammy has better control, always did. Start with him, and I’ll keep watch.”
“You just want to get out of class.” You teased.
“Oh, is it going to be in the mornings again?”
“You know damn well it will be. He has remedial classes to teach in the afternoon.”
“Sweetheart, we are the remedial class.” He laughed.
Sam found you curled up with Dean and asleep. He let out a heavy sigh. “How you holding up, kid?” John asked. He had come over for diner, wanting to check in on everyone.
Sam shrugged. “Fine, I guess. I should be happy, I got my first soul, but..” he motioned to the scene in front of him.
“Did you know she has anxiety?”
“What?” Sam asked, looking up at his father confused.
John nodded. “She's terrified of being alone. Stein told me. Makes sense why she'd want two weapons.”
“That can't be right.” Sam looked back over at you. “She's always been alone, since her parents died.. she's done everything on her own…”
“But she's not anymore, and she's afraid it'll happen again. That she'll lose the people she cares most for and wind up alone. Just like Dean is. Your mother…” John sighed. “It hurt Dean. He hasn't let anyone close since. Only you.” John looked to his youngest. “They need you, Sammy. Go on.”
Sam looked back at his father who motioned into the room with his chin. And without any words, Sam knew what to do.
Moving forward, he climbed into Dean's bed behind you and wrapped his arms around you. When you stirred and glanced back at him, his voice was soft and soothing. “We'll never leave you.”
You gave him a nod and snuggled back down, “Thank you, Sam.”
Dean opened his eyes and gave his brother a confused look. But the look he got in return told him Sam would fill him in later. With a content sigh, Dean closed his eyes once more and fell asleep to the warm feeling of being surrounded by the two people that meant the most to him in this world.
With a smile, John slowly walked away from the door. He locked the front door with his key as he left, never had he been so happy to return home to an empty house.
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Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader, John (Mentioned)
Word count : 1,105
Warnings : Jealousy
Part 8 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
John argued that you should take some time off, but after insisting that you were fine, you were back in school the next day. Mostly, you just wanted to sleep in your own bed tonight, and if you were well enough for school, you were well enough to go home. You were thankful for John’s watchful eye, but you hated sleeping in someone else's home.
News spread fast about the Colt Patterson .36. You and Sam brushed it off like it was nothing, but Dean seemed to find a new found confidence and popularity in it. Especially with girls.
You and Sam had just walked out of class and were moving down the hall, you had your book against your chest, and his was held in his hand, which swung at his side as he talked. “Wonder what kind of training we’ll be doing now..” He rambled.
You chuckled softly at Sam, still rambling away as he tried to work out some way to prepare. “It’s not an exam, Sam, you can’t study for it.”
“Do you think he’s really going to cut us open?” He asked, eyes wide and you burst out laughing.
The two of you moved through the crowded halls, Sam smiling at the sound of your laughter, but your laughter died when you glanced up ahead of you.
Leaning against the wall was Dean, talking to some girl in his class. The way he smiled at her, the way she touched him gently and bit her bottom lip, you wanted to punch her. You didn’t even realize you had stopped walking. Sam’s voice sounded far away, until it didn’t.
“Y/N? You okay?” He was a few feet ahead of you, coming back with concern written on his face.
“Just tired.. I think I’m going to go home and take a nap.”
“Do you need me to-”
“No, it’s okay. Can you get my work for me? So I’m not missing anything?”
“Yeah of course…” He nodded.
You got up on your toes and kissed his cheek. “Thanks Sammy.”
“No problem..” He watched as you walked away, ducking your head and clutching your book tighter to your chest when you went past Dean. With a sigh, he turned and headed for class.
Dean had glanced over just in time to see you kissing his brother’s cheek. He quickly returned his attention back to the girl talking to him, smiling suggestively at her and making her blush and bite her lip again.
“Did you even sleep?” Sam asked the second he saw you were on the couch. When he got closer and saw your face, his brow furrowed. He dropped his bag and reached his hand out for your forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
You pulled your head back, and swatted at his hand. “I’m fine, just tired. And yes, I napped a little.”
“Are you sure?” Sam sat next to you. “You got hit pretty hard with our wavelengths, there’s no telling-”
“I’m fine, Sam. I promise.”
“Okay because dad wasn’t thrilled to find out you came home.”
You groaned. “He knows?” Sam gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded. “I’m surprised he didn’t storm the place and drag me back to casa del Winchester.”
“I had to talk him out of it. Told him you just needed to nap. You better not be making a liar out of me and getting sick.” He teased threateningly.
“No promises.”
Sam smiled at you for a moment as your attention went back to what you had been watching. “Dean’s gone out-”
“I didn’t ask.”
“I know. Usually you do.” He pointed out.
“Usually we have things to work on.” You turned to look at him. “If I can’t even make it through a day of school, I won’t be training anytime soon. So what does it matter where Dean is.” Sam watched you and you could see his mind working, figuring you out. “Did you get my work?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Good. Show me what I missed.”
Dean walked in and saw you and Sam eating at the table. “How was school today kids?” Dean smiled as he sat down.
“Fine.” Sam answered.
“Wouldn’t know. I left.”
“What?” Dean’s brow furrowed. “You left?”
“Mhm.” You nodded, and he looked to his brother then back to you. “I only got through two classes.”
“You left before lunch? I saw Sammy this afternoon. Why didn’t you tell me, I would have come with you.”
“You were busy.” You took a bite.
“Busy with what? I haven’t been busy-”
“I’m fine, Dean. Okay?” You stood up. “Really. I was just tired, I came home to nap. Don’t worry about me.” you placed your plate on the counter and headed for your room.
Dean watched you quietly. “Did I do something?” He looked to his younger brother who shrugged.
“How was your date?” Sam asked.
“It was alright.” His eyes went back to your closed door and he sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me she came home?”
“She walked right past you, Dean. I figured you noticed.”
You took a couple days off, at John’s insistence. He’d check in on you around breakfast time, then Sam would come home with your work in the afternoon. And since he wasn’t needed at home, Dean was out usually until evening.
Friday night was no exception.
Sam had been helping keep you on track with school work all week, and when you finally closed your book, you smiled at him. “Thank you, Sam. You didn’t have to sit here and do all this with me.”
“I wanted to.” He smiled. “It’s been nice spending time with you.” You blushed a bit, looking down at the book on your lap. “Can I be a little selfish and hope that whatever is bothering you keeps bothering you?”
When you looked up, he was giving you such an innocent smile that you smacked his arm. “Jerk.” you chuckled. “Nothing’s bothering me, I’m-”
“Fine.” He answered for you. “I know you’re not. Not really. I’m not an idiot. Just, promise to tell me if it bothers you too much, okay? We’re partners.” You gave him a soft smile and nodded. “Good.” He licked his lips, hesitating for a brief moment before he took a chance. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours, and for an instant, you froze. It wasn’t a bad kiss, though it was inexperienced, you were just shocked. And before you could even really react, it was done. Sam was pulling away, and getting off the couch.
You didn’t even register the sound of the front door closing.
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Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader
Word count : 1,230
Warnings : Jealousy
Part 9 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
You barely talked to Dean all weekend. Half of the time he wasn’t even home anyways. It bothered you, and you knew it showed. Sam could see something was bothering you so there was no way Dean wasn’t see it. Not unless he was flat out ignoring you.
Come Sunday night, you were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Sam was in his room, and Dean was in the shower. You were enjoying the quiet, and not having Sam looking at you like he was trying to figure you out.
When you didn’t notice Dean walking across the house in just sweatpants, he dropped onto the couch next to you. “What did I do now?”
“Who says you did anything? Feeling guilty about something?”
“You barely talked to me all week.” He pointed out.
“You’re barely home.” You countered, eyes still on the tv.
He watched you for a moment. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re pissed off I have a girlfriend now..” A smile spread on his lips. “Are you jealous?” He pushed at your arm.
“Yeah, Dean. I’m so jealous of you dating a girl, who a week ago, didn’t give a shit that you were alive.” You shook your head, shooting him a glare. “I’m totally into the power hungry needy girls. How’d you know?”
His smile faded. “You don’t even know her…”
You shook your head. “You’re right, I only know what I hear. I hear you’ve liked her for over a year, but she ignored your very existence. I’ve seen you try and say hi to her, and get literally ignored.” You looked him in the eyes. “I’ve heard the shit she’s said about you, to her friends, in the bathroom. And I’ve noticed, that all of a sudden, you’re in her line of sight. Must be a coincidence it happened just after the rumors started about The Colt, right?” He stared at you with a look you couldn't read. “No, you’re right. I don’t know her at all.” You turned back to the tv.
Dean sat there oddly quiet. When you glanced at him, you could tell he was pissed. Pissed at you for saying all that. But he was also processing.
“Any idiot could have seen it.” You muttered.
“What? That you’re jealous, or what a moron I apparently am?” He shot.
“That you would possess the power of the colt.” You shot him a glare like he really was a moron. “You’re brother is a Taurus. Your father is a Remington 870. Down the line, Dean, how many people were a Colt right off the bat? You. You and one other. Plus Samuel Colt himself. Three in all of history.”
“So what? You snagged me up for my power too?” His anger at you was starting to really show, it was coming through in his voice now. “Maybe I should find a new meister who appreciates me for me.” Dean stood at those last words.
“God, you really are an idiot.”
He turned to say something, to yell or give you shit, but you stood, cutting off all thought as you pulled him into a kiss.
He stood there, frozen. “I always saw how great you were, Dean. It had nothing to do with the Colt.” You turned and walked away.
Dean just stood there in silence as your footsteps moved away from him. Then he turned and followed you. “What the hell was that?” He demanded as he stormed into your room and shut the door.
Sam stood in the kitchen, his eyes downcast. He had gone out to grab a drink of water, and neither of you had noticed he was there. But now he knew what had been bothering you. He had suspected, but he tried to tell himself he was wrong. But there was no denying what he saw.
Sam turned, and headed back for his bedroom with the bottle of water in his hands.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You put your hair up, getting ready to get in bed.
“No!” Dean grabbed your arm and spun you around. “And don’t tell me I’m an idiot!”
“Well you are.” You chuckled.
“I- I have a girlfriend.” He motioned back towards your door.
“Then why are you here?”
“I live here!”
“No, Dean. Here.”
“I-” He shook his head. “You can’t do this to us. I saw you, kissing Sammy. Twice..” You watched as his facial expression changed slightly, the anger gone and replaced with something else.
“Dean, were you jealous?”
“You can’t kiss my brother and then screw with me like this.” He glared, the anger coming back to mask everything else. “I have enough fucking trust issues.” He turned, pulling open your door and stormed out, slamming his own bedroom door behind him.
The next morning, at breakfast, no one uttered a word. Not until you were grabbing a sweater and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Dean demanded.
“School.”
“You’re not ready.” He shot you a glare over his bowl of cereal. You flipped him off as you left. He shook his head when the door slammed shut.
Around lunch time, you opened your eyes to find yourself in the nurse's office, Sam nearby. “What the hell?”
“You passed out.” Sam answered quietly. “Had to carry you in.”
“Thanks.” You shifted, trying to sit up.
“It’s what a weapon does for their meister.”
The way he said that froze you. Rolling your eyes you groaned. “What’d I do now?” Sam stayed quiet. “Come on, Sam. Don’t start this shit again.” Your head dropped back against the pillow again. “I swear to god-”
“Do you like Dean?”
You looked over at him. “Of course I do.”
He gave you a sad chuckle. “And here I was thinking you might like me..” He closed the book he had been reading.
“I do.”
He shook his head. “It’s me, or Dean.”
“Why is everything one or the other with you two?” He looked at you. “I didn’t choose between you as my weapon, I’m not choosing between you two for anything else, Sam.”
“I won’t fight my brother for a girl.. Not even you.”
“No one asked you to. What the hell is going on?”
“I kissed you.. And you kissed him. Did you not consider how that might hurt me?”
“Sam, I-”
“I told you you weren’t ready for this.” Dean stormed in, pointing at you angrily.
“Know what I’m not ready for? Being a meister for you two.” Dean stopped in his tracks and Sam just looked down. “It’s literally destroying me! And all I wanted, all I asked for, was partners. Nothing more. Do you really think I wanted this?” You were asking Sam, so Dean glanced at him. “Do you think this was my plan? Get between dysfunctional at best brothers? I’m sorry that the bonds are what they are. If I could, I’d save you trouble, but I can’t. Not unless I walk away as your meister. Is that what you want? Because it would save me so much fucking heartache.”
“I-”
“Get out.” You told them both. “Figure it out yourself. I have enough to deal with right now, okay? I can’t even make it through a fucking day.” Sam bowed his head and started out.
“Sweetheart-”
“Go, Dean. Go find yourself a new meister. Hell, ask your girlfriend. Just get out.”
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Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader, John, Sid.
Word count : 1,455
Warnings : Training day. True powers are revealed.
Part 7 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
You were smiling with John, until you realized where you were heading. You stopped dead before you could even get to the gate. “Why are we here?” You were looking up at the iron wrought words ‘Hook Cemetery’. “I thought we were going to see Sam and Dean. John, why are we here.”
He stopped and turned back, taking in the look on your face. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”
“I- I can’t go in there..” His brow furrowed. “I haven’t gone in since..”
“Since your parents were buried.” He realized and you nodded. You had been pretty young still, when they died, and terrified of the cemetery. You had gone in for the burial, and every time you tried to visit, you’d freeze up at the gate. “That’s where Sam and Dean are, sweetheart.” Your eyes went from his, to beyond the iron arch.
“You said they were training.”
“They are. Come on, I’m with you, you won’t be alone. I promise.” Your eyes went to his again, and there was a moment of silence before you took a step forward. He gave you a soft smile and fell in step beside you.
“Please don’t leave me alone in there..”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He put an arm around your shoulder and lead you through, along a small dirt path.
You could hear fighting in the distance, and then it came into view. Broken tombstones, massive holes in the ground. Dean was panting, his body hunched from exhaustion but he still managed to hold a defensive stance. He was covered with sweat, and had a bit of blood. “John..” You gasped at the sight of him.
“They need to figure it out, sweetheart.” He held you back for the moment.
“Ready Sammy?” And then they were charging, which was odd for someone to do using a gun weapon. Their shots were all dodged with ease. Dean was slowing down, and so was Sam. You watched them switch a few times, just to end up with Dean hunched and panting again, keeping his eyes on the much larger man before him.
“Sid is the best teacher the academy has.” John reminded you. “Even now, even like this. He’s been doing remedial lessons for Lord Death, so I called in a favor. Asked him to help the boys cooperate a bit better. Must be working, they aren’t dead yet.” He chuckled, but the smile fell when you shot him a glare.
“What’s wrong?” Sid cocked his head a little. “Why aren’t you working together?” The large man stood still, his own tombstone tucked under his arm and aimed at the boys. “You have to establish a connection between the souls-”
“You’re giving advice to the enemy?” Dean cut him off.
“I’ve always been an enthusiastic educator. That’s the kind of man I was.” Sid shifted his stance. “And now, I’ll teach you how to die.” He jumped up into the air, his tombstone moving above his head with such ease that you gasped, and before you could yell out a warning, it was too late. “Living End!”
With those words, the tombstone came crashing down with brutal force, wind and dirt flew into your face blowing your hair back. “Dean!” You started to run, but you still couldn’t see him through the dust cloud.
“No wonder you two can’t keep a meister.” You could hear the zombie teacher’s deep chuckle.
You skidded to a stop next to Sam, who was looking down at his brother. Dean lay on the ground, chest heaving and blood running down his head. “They have a meister.. If they want me.” You answered quietly.
“What’s that, little girl?”
“I said they have a meister!” You screamed turning towards him.
“Of course we want you.” Sam answered, helping Dean sit up.
“No one else could handle us.” Dean winced, hand going to his forehead.
“Ding Dong! Dong Ding!” A sick smirk curled it’s way over his sickly dead face. “Looks like class is back in session.”
“Dean, can you fight?” You were still glaring at the zombie teacher who, again, tucked his own tombstone under his arm and aimed it at the Winchester boys behind you.
“I’d die fighting for you.” He muttered, grabbing his brothers hand and getting pulled up.
“You better not die today.” You warned him. “Or I’ll be pissed.”
“How do we kill a dead man?” Sam asked you. “How’d he even get like this?”
“Dr Stein.” Dean answered. “Guys a nutjob. He’ll cut you open before you even realize he’s around.”
“We don’t kill him. We slow him down and survive long enough to subdue him.”
“Been trying that, sweetheart. Ain’t working out so well.”
“But we didn’t have our meister, Dean.” Sam pointed out.
“And you two idiots didn’t even fully adjust your souls wavelengths to each other.”
“We’ve never had to..” Dean glanced to his brother. “We’re family, we’re compatible-”
“Not enough to do serious damage, not with you fighting it. That’s why it’s so hard to work with you, Dean. You push away, hard to adjust to.” You turned to him. “Let us in. Just try, for me.” Dean swallowed and nodded. “Ready Sam?” Sam gave you a nod. “Alright, let’s do this.”
Both brothers quickly transformed and you gripped them tight. “We really trying this?” Dean asked, weary.
“What do we have to lose.” Sam answered.
“Alright boys, let hit this asshole with everything we’ve got.”
“I was never the kind of man to hold back!” Sid yelled, charging.
“Soul Resonance!” As you yelled it, you felt Sam open up immediately, and the sparks of your soul resonating with his began. Dean, was more reluctant. You were almost fully resonating with Sam when he finally opened up, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. You could hear screaming, your screaming, the sheer force of it all too much to bear.
John froze. “They’re really doing it…” He muttered, and watched as his sons began to transform. He expected canons, most gun types transformed to canons. But what he saw when the brilliant gold began to die down had him running. “Sid! Get out of the way!” His arms flailed, trying to warn the zombie. “She won’t be able to control it!”
Sam’s once Taurus model frame changed completely. And while Dean had always been a Colt, he had changed as well, to a band new form. A form long lost somewhere down the Winchester line that no one expected to ever see again.
Sid skidded to a stop as John screamed. Before you could react, before you could even truly see their new form, they were powering up, and you couldn’t stop them. Before you could even think to, they fired a shot so powerful that you were sent flying back, landing harshly against a tombstone and slumping to the ground, both Winchesters no longer in your hands, not that you were conscious to notice.
Sid scrambled up the side of a massive hole where he had previously stood, while John ran back towards you once he saw the zombie teacher still moving. “Stein would like to get his hands on those boys of yours, John. Once he hears what they can do.”
“Stein will have to get through me.” He growled as he searched for where his sons had landed.
Your eyes slowly began to open, all you could hear was arguing. “Lord Death-”
“I understand your concern, John. But if what you and Sid say is correct, they need Dr Stein to help them until they get better control.”
“Dean, she’s awake.” Sam came into view, and then so did Dean on the other side.
“What happened?” You tried to sit up, only to fall back again with a groan.
“I’m sorry.” Dean said quietly. “It’s my fault..”
“It’s no one’s fault.” You heard Lord Death tell them. “Help her sit up. John, I will leave you to tell them while I get a hold of Stein.” John nodded, and Lord Death was no longer visible in the large mirror.
“Stein?” Sam and Dean each took a hand, Dean’s hand going to your lower back as they helped you sit. “Where are we?” You looked around confused.
“Dad’s.” Sam said softly.
“Weren’t sure how long you’d be out.” Dean gave you a smile.
John sighed. “The three of you don’t resonate souls again, until Dr Stein tells you to, do you understand?”
“Bu-”
“No buts.” John shook his head at you. “I don’t care what kind of situation you’re in, you do not do it unless he tells you.”
“John, what happened?”
“The Colt Patterson .36.” John answered softly. “Nothing will survive it. And you’ve got two of em.”
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Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader.
Word count : 1,114
Warnings : Stubborn Dean.
Part 2 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
“Dean?” He wasn’t answering, and was jamming up “Dean!”
Sam started running, and changed. “Y/N!” You grabbed hold of him and fired a few shots and got all the targets, but just barely before they reached you. “Come on, Dean. I already did this course ten times over, it’s your turn.”
You took a deep breath, bent over for a moment, hands and guns on your knees. Suddenly, there was a pain in your right hand. “Ow!” Your hand shot out, letting go of Dean, who transformed back and walked away. “Dean!” He didn’t answer as he simply left. You sighed and Sam transformed as well, as their father came in.
“We told you he’d be difficult, sweetheart. It’s been two weeks. Its time-”
“No.” You shook your head, eyes on the door Dean had walked out of. “I’m not giving up on him.”
John chuckled. “And they say Winchester’s are stubborn.” He shook his head. “We can’t let you out there until he works with you. You and Sammy-”
“Sam.” He corrected.
“The two of you could get out there, start collecting-”
“I’m not going out there without Dean.” You walked away, frustrated.
“What are we going to do, Dad?”
“I’ll talk to Lord Death. You talk to that bullheaded brother of yours.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why are we doing this?” Dean grumbled, bringing a box up the stairs to the apartment that you lived in. “Since when can we live on our own? Since when do you even trust me to?”
“You have a meister now, Dean. You’re in the EAT program, you have the right to an apartment, and you can finally ride that motorcycle of yours around town.” Dean when to open his mouth. “Without you getting in trouble.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Besides, Lord Death and I agreed this might be what you need to finally get the stick out of your ass and stop fighting her.”
“Maybe I don’t want to. When will she just give up?”
“Listen, boy.” John stopped his son just outside the door. “I don’t know what your problem is, Dean, but that girl is giving you a shot. Take it.”
Dean rolled his eyes just as Sam came up behind them. “I got it.” Sam said, and put down the bag he was carrying and opened the door. Dean kicked it further open, John growling at him as it hit the wall. Sam just shook his head and followed his brother in.
“Welcome, guys. Rooms are over there.” you smiled from where you stood in the dining area. “It’s not much.. But it’s home. I hope you like it.”
“Whatever.” Dean mumbled, moving past to where you had pointed to and your smile faded. Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother as he followed.
“You made lunch?” John stopped, boxes in hand and looked over the table.
“It’s nothing special.” You looked at the sandwiches already on the table and the places all set neatly for everyone. “Just soup, sandwiches, and I bought a pie for desert. I’m still learning to cook, so I’m not even sure if the soup is good-.”
He smiled. “It’ll be perfect.” You blushed softly and nodded a thanks as Sam called out. “Right. Better get these boys moved in.”
“Do you need help?” You asked as he started towards the boys rooms.
“No.” Dean growled as he headed back past you and out.
“Oh.. Okay.. I’ll.. keep my eye on the soup then.” You bit your bottom lip and headed back into the kitchen.
“Jerk.” Sam shot at his brother, as he caught up.
“Bitch.”
“Boys!”
Opening your eyes, you looked at the time. It was barely 3am. You could hear a noise from outside your room and got scared. You silently got out of bed, and moved towards your desk. Unplugging the lamp, you gripped it tight in both hands and moved towards the door. Taking a deep breath, you eased it open and stepped out, following the sound.
“If you’re going to beat me with that, hurry up and get it over with.” You froze realizing it was Dean sitting on the couch and watching tv.
“Sorry..” you apologized softly and put the lamp down. “Guess I'm not use to someone else being here.. Can't sleep?”
“Does it matter?” he mumbled, eyes still on the tv.
“What are you watching?” You moved closer and he shrugged in response. “Mind if I join you?”
“It’s your house.”
You sighed and dropped to sit next to him. “It’s yours too, Dean.” You were looking at your hands in your lap, hoping he would just look at you, anything. But he didn’t. It was an awkward silence for a few minutes. “Why do you hate me?” You looked up at him.
He took in a deep breath, trying not to roll his eyes. “Why do you want me? I was fine on my damn own. If you didn’t want to get paired with Sam-”
“What?” You looked at him genuinely confused. “Dean, you’re amazing. I just know you are.” He looked at you. “I mean sure, Sam is calm, and calculating, always in control. But you.” You smiled. “You’re wildfire, Dean. And smart, I can see it, you calculate every move before you make it. I don’t know why you keep fighting every meister who tries, but if you would let someone in, you’d be a death weapon in no time. I don’t understand how you aren’t already. You could be so much more powerful than your dad if you wanted.”
“Since when do you believe in me? Why me? Why the sudden interest?”
“It’s not sudden.” You blushed looking away from him and down at your hands again. “I-I’ve been wanting to ask you to be my weapon for a while. I… I just didn’t think you’d agree. You fight everyone. I just saw a chance to try, and I took it. If you really don't want me as a meister…”
He watched you for a minute. “You hold me wrong.” You looked up, and he sighed. “I ignored you and jammed because you were holding me wrong. I hate being held like that. I hate being held period, but especially like that.”
You smiled softly, your eyes lighting up. “Show me. Teach me. Please. I know how Sam works, he’s so simple to figure out, but you.. God I can’t figure you out.. Please, let me learn.”
“I’ll think about it. Now shut up and watch the damn movie. It’s a good one.”
“I thought you didn’t know what you were watching?” You teased and looked at the screen. “A western?”
“I said shut up.”
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Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278 @haelyn @aubreystilinski
Pairing : Winchesters, Reader. Cas, Mentions of others, and Daddy comes home.
Word count : 1,425
A/N : NOTE THIS IS AN UNFINISHED SERIES! I’m not sure when or if it will be finished. I wrote this a long ass time ago.
Part 2 in Your fathers daughter.
Sighing you dropped into a chair in the war room. Sam came in behind you "You alright?"
You shook your head. "I'm tired of this Sam." You looked up at him. "I'm glad it's over. I was brought here to help, I barely did that. But she's gone. So is Chuck, and I'm still here. Why? I want to go home, Sam. I miss my kid. I miss my spouse. I just want to go home."
Dean sighed from the doorway. It was over, in a sense. The Darkness had been dealt with, though not how it had been planned. You had kept up a strong front the whole time. Playing your part like a good little soldier, even though you were far from it. You were a mom for Christ sake, yet here you were, still playing soldier to help them after months. He watched as you sighed one last time before getting up and heading to your room.
"I'm worried about her." Sam said softly, after hearing the sound of your door echo towards them.
"Me too Sammy. Me too."
You sat on the edge of your bed. It had been months. You felt bad, the boys were dealing with their mother coming back from the dead and leaving again. Sam seemed alright, but you could see right through Dean. He was keeping a brave face for you, and you were putting one on for him. It was a vicious cycle, both of you exhausted by the end of the day.
If Amara could bring Mary back for Dean, why couldn't Chuck send you back? Or at least bring your family to you. You were starting to resent him. When you let it be known, it had started an argument of sorts with Cas.
"We still need you, I do not think you were ever meant to leave here, this is your home."
"That is my home Cas!"
He shook his head. "This is. This is where you were born, where you belong. And we still need you. We need your help with Lucifer.. Maybe-"
"Then he could have brought them to me." you ground out before storming off.
You felt bad for getting mad at him. He was right, it turned out you inherited much from your father, not just his wings. They did need you. It was the only reason you were still at the bunker.
Months of research seemed to get you no closer to home. Sam had told you about how Balthazar had got them to an alternate universe, but he didn't know if it had been yours, or if yours was the only other one. There were no guarantees, but they were willing to send you through if you wanted. No matter how much they needed your help, they would do that for you.
Dean had told you about how his grandfather had jumped through time. Maybe the men of letters had something buried they hadn't come across yet. You poured through every spell you could get your hands on in the bunker, and more you found researching elsewhere. Nothing you found could guarantee where you ended up. And without a sure thing, you wouldn't leave knowing they needed you. You didn't want to spend your life hopping from place to place, searching, knowing you could end up back here and find them dead.
Sighing, you laid on our side, curling up your legs. You just needed some rest.
You woke up, realizing you were moving. "Wha-"
"Time to eat." Came Sam's deep voice from above you.
You looked up, realizing he was carrying you up the hall in his arms. "You could have just woken me up, you know." You chuckled.
You felt his chest rumble with his own chuckle. "I figured the smell would wake you up just fine."
You furrowed your brows, but as you got closer to the kitchen, you could smell it. Dean was cooking. Not only was Dean cooking, but he was making your favourite. Your mouth started to water, and Sam laughed as he headed in. Dean turned, a soft smile on his face. "Good nap, sweetheart?"
You nodded and Sam finally put you down. "Thanks guys."
"Anything for our girl." Dean smiled and motioned for you to sit. All this was as much for Dean as it was for you, even though he wouldn't admit it. You gave him a soft smile as you sat down.
After a meal of epic proportions, Dean went all out, Sam insisted on a movie, beers and junk food. Anything to keep you from shutting yourself in your room for a bit. Anything to see you smile for a minute longer. It worked, it always did.
Sam smiled at his brother over your head as you all sat around laughing at the movie on the screen. They didn't just need your help with Lucifer, they needed you, period. You helped hold them together when Dean started to crack after Mary walked out the door. Dean was so focused on you when you were around, he forgot about his own pain. He was glad you hadn't chosen to go through with the spell without any guarantees. He didn't think Dean could stand to lose you too. Hell, he didn't think he could either if he was honest. Gabriel's daughter or not, they loved you like family.
When the movie was over, you kissed them both on the cheek saying good night, and thanking them again for tonight. You stopped in the kitchen for a bottle of water before heading to your room. You heard Dean make his way past first, and figured Sam was cleaning up.
As you got into your room, you left your door open, and put the water bottle down on the night stand before getting on your knees on the side of the bed. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes.
"Please, Chuck. I pray every night hoping you can hear me. I just want my family. If you won't send me back, bring them to me." Tears ran down your cheek, as they did every night. "Even you couldn't live without family, Chuck. Please don't do this to me. I just want my family.. Please." You started to sob as your face went into the soft blanket on your bed and your shoulders shook.
Sam's heart broke as he stood in your door way. He sighed and headed for Dean's room. "Praying again?" Dean asked when he heard Sam.
"She's breaking, Dean. She's getting worse." He looked at his brother, sadness written all over his face. "I'm looking everywhere. Every night, anything that could get her back to them."
"I swear, when I see him," Dean ground out. "I'll kick his ass. I'll beat the shit out of him. I don't care how much we need her here. Who the fuck does that douche bag think he is just walking away from her like that."
"God, Dean." Sam sighed. "I don't know what to do here." He licked his lips. "We're doing everything to hold her together. What more can we do? You call on Cas, he comes running. She begs and prays for Chuck, and nothing. Cas have any idea where he is?"
Dean shook his head. "No. But he's also busy hunting Lucifer.." Dean shrugged.
"I just want my family." You sobbed again, hoping beyond hope that he'd finally hear you. Finally grant you your one wish in the world. Little did you know, he had. And he did, though not how you expected.
"Hey Sugar. Wow, you've grown up."
You gave a start, pushing away from the bed and to your feet. You stared at the man suddenly in you room. His golden eyes watching you with some much love. "DEAN!" You screamed. "SAMMY!"
You heard their feet come running up the hall, and the man chuckled softly. "You really got close to Bevis and Butthead didn't you." He smiled.
"Gabe!?" Came Sam's shocked voice as the came in the door, guns drawn.
You looked from them, to the man who had appeared. "In the flesh." He smiled. "Dad heard her crying out for family. He's not sure where she was plucked from exactly, we hid her pretty well, and to be honest, I don't even remember which universe it was. Balty might though." He turned back to you.
"You're.." Your voice trailed off as his wings came into view.
"Daddy's home, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Now let me see those wings."
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