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Warning(s): Angst, fluff, smut(??? probably not), violence, depression and anxiety, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, character deaths, language.
Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Meg Masters, Azazel, Leo Wyatt, Victor Bennett, Piper Halliwell, Phoebe Halliwell, Paige Matthews, Wyatt Halliwell (both child and adult), Chris Halliwell (both child and adult)
Summary: You lost your parents, now you believe you lost the Halliwell sisters. With knowing you are now in danger, you leave Victor Bennett behind with Piper's kids so they won't get harmed because of you. Little did you know, you were going to run into the Winchester brothers, for the first time in seven years.
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Pilot: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Wendigo: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Dead in the Water: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Phantom Traveler: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Bloody Mary: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Skin: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Hookman: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Bugs: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Home: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Asylum: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Scarecrow: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Faith: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Route 666: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Nightmare: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
The Benders: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Shadow: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Hell House: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
Something Wicked This Way Comes: Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
This has nothing to with Supernatural, but I don’t really care. Because I just feel really moved by this and have for the longest time.
For several years, I’ve struggled with wondering whether or not God was real. I questioned him so many times, all because I’ve continuously lost so much. My faith was so broken, and because of this I ended up falling into sin so many times.
Now, I’m doing all that I can to get closer to him. I’m trying to, anyway. There are still moments where I wonder if he’s even there, there are still moments where I wonder if he’s actually listening. I’ve fallen asleep crying a whole bunch as of lately, with a broken heart. I always feel so empty inside by the end of the night. And every single time I question this, I feel horrible. I don’t want to continue questioning whether or not God is real, nor do I want to continue questioning whether or not Jesus is real.
These last few months have really changed my beliefs, I know that they’re real now.
And for those of you questioning whether or not they’re real, let me tell you about the amount of times I’ve pulled my car into the church parking lot late at night just to talk to him, and to talk to Jesus. Let me tell you about the amount of times I went out onto my back deck late at night just to talk to him, and to talk to Jesus. You may not see them, but boy oh boy, how you can feel them.
When you get that tingling sensation down your spine, and goosebumps all along your arms.. When you feel all warm and fuzzy not only on the outside, but on the inside, too. That’s how you know. They’re with you.
There are many times where you are going to feel like your life is absolutely falling apart, and you feel as though you have no one to talk to.. Believe me, you do. And no, you don’t have to get on your knees to pray in order to talk to them.
You can talk to them like they’re sitting right beside you. You can talk to them like they’re in the car with you, at a restaurant with you, an arcade, or at a movie. You can just talk to them like they’re your best friend, because that’s who they are.
They are your best friends.
They are the ones who, at the end of the day, are cheering you on for all the good things that you do when you feel like nobody cares. They are the ones you can count on for absolutely anything.
You can never trust another human being with your life, but you can trust them.
I learned this yesterday.. March 4th, 2023.
When I felt like I couldn’t trust anybody, that’s when I realized they were still there. Through thick and thin. I know that they love and care for me like nobody else, and I know that I can trust them with absolutely anything. They are there.
But what I’ve learned is that you have to be willing to give your love back to both of them. Your relationship with them should never be one sided. They want you to obey God’s commandments, they want you to be faithful. They will never stray from relationships with us, because that’s just not who they are, nor who they ever will be. They stay, they’re loyal. They're so so loyal, and they’re patient, and they’re forgiving.
They will forgive you for any mistake you make, for any sin you may fall into. But you’ve gotta do your best to not fall into that sin again. If you’re sorry for the mistakes you make? Prove it. Say better. Do better. Be better.
Allow God to continue to build you up, allow him into your life. I know it’s hard to believe in something you can’t see, but trust in the fact he’s real. There have been countless miracles in my life that have led me to believe in him, that have led me to let him in. And I’m beginning to realize now that that's the only guarantee of a happy life.. If you just let him in.
Warning(s): Little bit of angst, Sam is a sweetheart, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff
Summary: Y/N and the boys head to Oklahoma to investigate a recent spate of insect-related deaths around a new housing development. Y/N opens up about her dark thoughts after the brothers learn about her allergy.
Word count: 4439
Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist
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The bathroom was right next to the room you were planning on spending the night in, so the running water of the shower should’ve been louder to you. But you couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. It’s not like you could help it, though. Certain things make you nervous, and when you get nervous you tend to have a panic attack. As of right this moment, you were focusing on your breathing while you could hear your own heart beating in your ears. Just by the sound of it, you were able to tell that it was beating pretty fast. Of course, you found yourself focusing less and less on your breathing when thoughts about you and the brothers getting caught by the cops and arrested for breaking into an empty home started swimming around in your mind.
You’ve been arrested before, and it was something you didn’t want happening ever again. Along with bugs, cops made you more nervous than any other supernatural being that was out there. Back in San Francisco, whenever you drove around in the streets, you would do your best to keep yourself at the speed limit whenever you saw a police car around. And you would stay like that for a few miles until you were sure it was safe to go a couple over. You’ve always been a good girl, obeying the laws was something you never planned to stop doing. It was like second nature to you. Now that you were driving around with the Winchester brothers, you were sure to be caught breaking a lot of rules with them.
Your breathing was becoming heavier, jagged even. And you didn’t even realize that tears were now escaping and running down both sides of your face.
Try thinking happy thoughts, Y/N. You thought to yourself. This is what Piper taught you the first time you had a panic attack around her. The sisters aren’t really dead. You’re with them again, and you’re safe.
It wasn’t working, though.
For some reason, it just made things worse. And before you could stop yourself, you let out a sob that was sure to catch the attention of the younger Winchester, who was just across the hall from the room you were staying in. You sat yourself on the floor and hugged your knees to your chest before you began to rock back and forth. Out of everything in your life, a panic attack is what’s going to kill you. At least, that’s what it felt like. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment just as Sam was starting to make his way into the room to see what was going on with you. Concern flashed along his facial features when he spotted you on the ground. The state you were in was all too familiar to him. Because he, too, had dealt with a panic attack before. And with the knowledge that you have them had him worried.
The man stepped forward, before crouching down to the level you’re at. He muttered out your name in a soft tone of voice, reaching out to take one of your hands into his. This caused you to open up your eyes to finally look in his direction. “You’re having a panic attack?” He asked just to confirm it, when you nodded your head, he gave a small smile. “Okay, I know this is going to sound really lame, but I’ve had panic attacks before. And this has really helped me before. I’m going to list off three things I see around the room and I want you to repeat them. Can you try to do that for me?”
You didn’t really know if you could. Because talking while you were going through something like this was never easy for you to do. But Sam was willing to help you with this, and you knew that you had to try for him. So, you squeezed his hand as hard as you could and nodded your head, earning yet another smile from the man before he pointed towards something just a few feet away, beginning to list things off for you to repeat.
“Duffel bag.” He said, before pointing towards you so that you could repeat the word.
“D-duffel bag..” You stuttered out, watching as he pointed over to your makeshift bed for the night.
“Blanket.”
“Blanket..”
You didn’t think this method would work, but you found your breathing becoming a bit better. But there was still one more thing to be listed off that you needed to repeat for everything to be better again. Sam had you repeat the word window before having you say all three words a couple of times. After a few moments of doing this, you could feel everything becoming okay again. The very last thing he wanted you to do, was to give his hand a good squeeze to let him know that you were all right. The man wouldn’t have minded if you crushed all of the bones in his hand, as long as you were fine. Because god knows that it’s hard to get a good grip on anything during a panic attack.
You did what you were told, squeezing it as hard as you could. At first, you thought you weren’t doing much. But the painful expression that slowly came to his face was a clear indication that you were doing exactly as he wanted. A smile stretched across his lips soon after you released his hand. “Atta girl.” He said, you could hear in his voice just how proud he was and you couldn’t help but smile yourself as you watched him take a seat on the floor right next to you. “Now that the panic attack is out of the way, how about you tell me what made it happen in the first place?”
Your lips parted open as you looked over at him, you wanted to tell him what set off this panic attack, but you also felt like he was going to laugh if he found out. You shut your mouth again, and ran your hands over your face. “It’s embarrassing.” You said, chewing on your bottom lip. Sam raised a brow, wondering how exactly it was. “Because I’m scared of so many things when I’ve been dealing with the supernatural for years. You’d think that by now, you’re used to the things that would scare you as a kid.”
“You never get used to it, Y/N.” Sam pointed out. To this day, he still had some fears of his own. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in this life or not, there’s still something you’re going to be afraid of.”
“Yeah, but it’s not just one thing for me.” You admitted to him, “I have multiple fears. Tarantulas and airplanes are just two out of three at the top of my list.”
The younger Winchester raised a brow up in curiosity. “What’s the third one?” He questioned you, but you just remained silent, bringing your knees impossibly closer to your chest as your gaze drifted back down to the ground. Sam couldn’t help but give you a sympathetic look. “Would it help if I told you what I’m afraid of?”
You looked over at him and for a moment, you just stared. You didn’t think that a guy like him could be afraid of anything, but then again, everybody had a fear of something. Even the Halliwell’s, the most powerful witches, had fears. “What are you afraid of?” You asked him.
“This is probably the lamest thing any man could be afraid of,” He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head at what he was about to admit to you. “But I’m afraid of clowns.”
If you were in your younger years, you would be laughing your head off. But you understood exactly how he felt. Little kids were always taught that clowns were good and that they existed to make people laugh on rainy days. And because of the smiles on their faces, they believed it to be true. Of course, they’ll never really understand the darkness some people hold after putting on a costume. “That’s not lame at all, I can’t blame you for being terrified of them.” You said. When he looked back over your way, all it took was a small smile from you to figure out another one of your fears.
“You’re afraid of clowns, too?” He asked. You nodded your head. “How and when did that fear come to life?”
"I had to have been around thirteen or fourteen.. " You trailed off for a moment as you let out a chuckle of your own from what you were about to tell the man. "There was this.. this man dressed up in a clown costume right outside my bedroom window. He had to have been in his forties.. my dad called the cops, and it turned out he was a registered sex offender." You admitted to him. "I wasn't supposed to eavesdrop, but I heard everything that the cop told my dad and I thought what if I hadn't screamed for my parents? I probably wouldn't even be here today."
"But you are." Sam pointed out, reaching his hand out again to take yours. You gave him a small smile when he gave it a gentle squeeze. “You are, and that’s all that matters.”
“It’s kind of ironic, because those cops helped us out. And saved my life.” You said. “But now I’m afraid of them, too. But they’re at the bottom of my list. Thunderstorms and bees come first.”
The younger Winchester was happy that you were opening up about your fears to him. It gave him knowledge of what he might’ve had to keep you safe from in the future, but, and this was after remembering how you said you had many fears, a smile twitched at the ends of his lips. “Wow..” He trailed off for a moment, you raised a brow up, wondering what was wrong. “When you said you were afraid of a lot of things, you weren’t kidding.”
Obviously, you could tell that he was being a tease. But you still gave him a playful shove that had him almost losing his balance as he burst into laughter. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but even that wasn’t going to be enough to stop the grin that stretched across your face. Tension may be high between you and Dean, but you were sure glad to know that your best friend was there.
~~~
When you started hunting with the brothers, you didn’t realize you were going to be waking up so early in the mornings almost every time you worked a case. You had been woken up by a decent sleep by the younger Winchester, letting you know that there was another death that was announced on the police scanner. You’ve done everything in your power to get yourself to fully wake up and not be so tired for the day to come before you started getting ready as he went to inform his older brother of what he learned.
It took you fifteen minutes to get dressed for the day before the three of you headed to the address Sam had gotten from the scanner. It was pouring rain by the time you had gotten outside and you cursed yourself for not having an umbrella on you, luckily Sam was gracious enough to share his with you.
When Sam pulled the Impala up to the house the death had occurred, you were quick to notice that the body was being wheeled out of the house on a gurney and to the back of a car the corner’s had driven here. You waited for Sam to get out of the passenger side and to open up his umbrella before you got yourself out of the car, immediately taking cover from the rain. You stayed as close as you possibly could to the younger Winchester as the three of you walked up to Larry, who was just finishing up a phone call before he had hung up and turned his attention onto you. He seemed rather shaken up over what had happened not even twenty four hours ago. “Hello, you’re uh.. back early.” He greeted the three of you as he shoved his phone back into his coat pocket.
“Yeah, we were taking a drive through the neighborhood.” Dean said, letting a little white lie roll off his tongue.
“What’s going on?” Sam was quick to ask the man standing in front of you.
Larry pressed his lips together in a thin line as he looked back at the gurney that was now being shoved into the back of the vehicle behind him. It took him a few moments, but he finally spoke. “You guys met, uh, Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?” He questioned, turning his gaze back to you.
You nodded your head at the familiar name. “The realtor.”
“Well, she, uh, passed away last night.” Larry explained, leaving the three of you taken back by the news as Dean asked what happened. The older man just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, letting you know he didn’t have any of the answers for himself. “I’m still trying to find out. I identified the body for the police. Look, I’m, I’m sorry, this isn’t a good time.”
Sam nodded his head in understandment, “It’s okay.”
Larry excused himself from this conversation as he turned around and made his way up to the house again. The three of you waited for a few seconds for him to be out of hearing range before you could discuss the next plan of action.
“You know what we have to do right?” Dean asked in a hushed tone, bringing his gaze up to you and his brother.
You nodded your head and let out a sigh. “Yeah, get in that house and see if we have a bug problem.”
~~~
Sirens wailed as a cop car drove away from the house when they decided their work was done here. You and the boys double checked to make sure that the coast was clear before you made your way around to the side of the house to see if there were any open windows that you could crawl through in order to get into the room Lynda had died.
You climbed up the fence after Dean was able to get a grip onto the side of the house. You made the mistake of looking down at the ground because you almost lost your balance, but you were quick to steady yourself before you managed to grip onto the side of the house as well. You climbed up behind the older Winchester with Sam close behind, making sure that you didn’t accidentally lose your footing the whole way until you got up to the roof safely.
Lucky for you, there was a window right where Dean was waiting for the two of you. He had opened it up and made sure that you got inside first, all before coming in after you. Sam was the last to slide himself into the room before he turned around and shut the window. You looked down at the ground to the outline of where Lynda’s body had ended up on the floor seconds after crashing right through the glass door of the shower.
“This looks like the place.” You muttered underneath your breath as Dean slowly made his way into the bathroom. You could hear the sound of glass crunching underneath his feet before he crouched down near a towel that was laying on the ground. He lifted it up off of the wooden floor and you flinched back when you could see quite a few dead spiders falling off of it. Dean threw the cloth down and shook off his hands after realizing what he had just touched.
“Spiders.” He noted, dragging his gaze from the floor and up to his brother. “From spider boy?”
“Matt.” Sam corrected his brother, before falling silent. He thought to himself for a few moments before finally answering his brother with a, “Maybe.”
You rolled your eyes at how unsure the younger Winchester seemed to have been. You were growing impatient with how long this case was taking. You hated the fact you had to even deal with bugs, so you just wanted this over with.
~~~
With the knowledge of Matthew still being in school, you and the brothers decided to pull up to the bus stop that was in his neighborhood, where you presumed he got dropped off every day after school and waited for the bus to arrive. It was only a couple of minutes until the bus finally arrived and made a stop to let a couple of the students off so they could go home.
But your gaze was fixated on the boy the three of you were here for; as soon as Matt stepped off of the bus, you furrowed your brows when he crossed in front of it and walked across the street, going down a completely different path than his home.
Something didn’t sit well with you as you spoke up. “Isn’t their house that way?” You questioned, pointing in the direction of the boy’s home. Sam let out a sigh as he muttered out a yeah, confirming your suspicions to be true. “Then where’s he going?” You asked, the curiosity was clear in your voice.
It seemed that the boys were both wondering the same thing as they both stepped out of the car. You followed behind in their actions and shut the car door behind you before following them as they trailed behind Matthew. You found yourself growing rather interested when you and the brothers had followed the boy into the woods. You were just now barely catching up to him just in time to see a grasshopper crawl right onto his hand. You watched with a raised brow as he examined it, like it was the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on.
“Hey Matt.” Sam spoke up as the three of you made your way closer to him. The younger boy immediately turned his attention onto you, a look of fear etched over his facial features. “Remember me?” “What are you doing out here?” Matt questioned the younger Winchester, a bit of hesitance clear in his voice.
You gave him a small smile as you shoved your hands inside of your jacket pocket. “We wanted to talk to you.” You answered his question in a soft tone of voice.
Matthew looked over the three of you with suspicion as realization struck him that you weren’t exactly who you said to be. “You’re not here to buy a house, are you?” He questioned. You inhaled a deep breath as you looked over at the older Winchester, who only shook his head no to answer the young man’s question. This sent the poor kid into a fright. “W-wait. Are you serial killers?” The three of you couldn’t help but chuckle at his question.
“No, no.” Sam reassured his wandering mind. “No, I think you’re safe.”
“So, Matt, you sure know a lot about insects.” Dean spoke up, bringing all of your attention back to the reason why you were here. Matt shrugged his shoulders, brushing it off as though it was no big deal as his eyes trailed up to the older man.
“Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?”
“I heard she died this morning.” Matt said, you furrowed your brows when you noticed there was no hint of emotion in his expression.
“That’s right.” Dean said, explaining to the kid the details of how she passed away. “Spider bites.”
Sam gave his brother a look from what he was trying to do, as if to let him know to back down before he turned his attention back onto the kid. “Matt, you tried to scare her with a spider.” Sam said, it seemed like he didn’t want to put any blame onto this kid, because maybe it was all just one big coincidence, but he was the only person in the neighborhood with a passion for insects.
You watched as Matt’s face fell into a look of realization from what the younger Winchester was implying. “Wait, you think I had something to do with that?”
You shrugged your shoulders, “You tell us.”
“That whole thing with the tarantula was a joke.” Matt defended himself from your accusation. For a second, you thought maybe Matt wasn’t behind all of this, but what he said next had you even more curious. “Besides, that wouldn’t explain the bee attack, or the gas company guy.”
“You know about those?” Sam questioned.
“There’s something going on here.” Matt told all three of you, having no clue of what was happening here himself. “I don’t know what, but something’s happening with the insects. Let me show you something.”
Matt reached over and grabbed his backpack, flinging it over his shoulder before walking past the three of you. You followed him as he began to lead the three of you to a different area in the woods.
“So if you knew about this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?” Sam questioned the boy in front of you, knowing if Matt had mentioned anything, it could save so many lives. “He could clear everyone out.”
But it seemed as though the poor kid already had that plan, only it completely failed. “Believe me, I’ve tried, but Larry doesn’t listen to me.” He explained to you. Deep down, you knew how the kid had felt. A lot of the time, your parents didn’t exactly listen to you when you had something important to tell them. It was almost as if what you would say was invalid. After all, you were just a kid. Sam furrowed his eyebrows at what Matthew had admitted, wondering why. “Mostly? He’s too disappointed in his freak son.” Matt admitted to the pain he had been feeling for a couple of years. You could hear the hurt in voice.
Sam let out a scoff, knowing the feeling all too well. “I hear ya.”
“You do?” Dean questioned his brother.
Sam turned around to give the older Winchester a look, before deciding to ignore his question as he turned his focus back onto the kid. “How old are you?” He asked.
“Sixteen.” Matt answered.
“Well then don’t sweat it.” Sam said, deciding to give the kid a little heads up for what is about to come in the future. “Because in 2 years something great is gonna happen. College. You’ll be able to get out of the house and away from your dad.”
“What kind of advice is that?” Dean asked his little brother. You hadn’t been around their whole lives, but you could tell that they were both referring to their own family “Kid should stick with his family.”
All four of you stopped in your tracks as Sam turned to give his brother a look from what he had said. You could tell that Dean was a bit disappointed with what his little brother was trying to say, but he kept quiet to himself as Sam turned back to ask Matt a question. “How much further?”
“We’re close.” The brothers faced each other one more time and your eyes jumped in between the both of them, watching as they exchanged glares with one another. It was only for a few seconds before Sam turned back around and followed behind the younger boy.
You looked back at the older Winchester, a concerned expression plastered on your face when you saw the look on his own. But you didn’t stop to talk to him about it, you just began following behind the others again.
It took a few more minutes of walking throughout the woods until the four of you eventually found yourselves in a large clearing. You all stopped so you could take a look around at the trees surrounding you. The only sounds that you could make out over the sounds of your own breathing were the insects. You found it rather interesting how loud they seemed to be.
After a few moments of silence, Matt finally turned to you and the brothers to explain to you what we were here for. “I’ve been keeping track of insect populations.” He said, his lips curled into a small smile from what he was about to say next. “It’s, um, part of an AP science project.”
“You two are like peas in a pod.” Dean muttered a remark directly to his brother, which earned him a look of disapproval from you.
Meanwhile, Sam ignored the older Winchester as he kept his attention on Matt. “What’s been happening?” He questioned.
“Well, a lot.” Matt admitted, “I mean, from bees to earthworms, uh, beetles. You name it. They’re congregating here.”
“Why?” Dean wondered.
Matt shrugged his shoulders. “No idea.”
While the boys were communicating, your attention was on what looked to be a raised patch of grass. “What’s that?” You couldn’t help but ask with curiosity in your voice as you turned to look back over at the brothers. But it seemed as though neither of them had a clue as Dean started heading over to it. You followed behind and you soon found yourself cringing when you noticed almost a dozen worms slithering around into the soil.
Dean couldn’t help but to lightly tap his foot onto it, raising all of your suspicions when it created a sinkhole. Beginning to grow curious himself, he crouched down to take a closer look, before looking over to his right when he could see from the corner of his eye a stick laying a few inches away from him. He picked it up off of the ground, making sure that there weren’t any insects crawling around on it before he stuck it deep into the hole he had created to see if there was anything he could find.
“There’s something down there.” Dean finally spoke up to the three of you after he felt the stick tapping against something hard. He tossed the stick to the side and you had to look away when he reached his hand into the dirt. He groaned in disgust when he felt a few of the worms touch his skin but that wasn’t even the worst part of it when he finally pulled out a human skull. Of course things had to get weirder.
Warning(s): Little bit of angst, Sam is a sweetheart, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff, there’s a fucking Tarantula in this part
Summary: Y/N and the boys head to Oklahoma to investigate a recent spate of insect-related deaths around a new housing development. Y/N opens up about her dark thoughts after the brothers learn about her allergy.
Word count: 6357
Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist
Whiles likes are appreciated, feedback is what keeps me writing
Sam Winchester sat on the hood of the Impala outside of a bar in Oklahoma, reading over the newspaper he had picked up at a gas station a few miles from here. While his older brother went in to earn some cash by hustling, he was looking for anything that could possibly be strange enough to look into as a case. During the free time, he eventually came across an article about the death of a man that had to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was a part of the construction crew, and his coworker had found him in a ditch with his brain completely gone.
With his lips parting open, the younger Winchester looked back and into the Impala as if he were about ready to say something about the possible case to you. You were always the second opinion when it came down to certain things like this. Because if it were the both of you saying that this looks enough to be your kind of thing, Dean would be convinced. Unfortunately, you were asleep in the backseat with your head leaning gently against the window he rolled up for you and the jacket he had taken off of himself to wrap around your body.
It nearly slipped his mind that you fell asleep almost half an hour ago, but he had done these things with the knowledge that it was pretty chilly outside, and with it being a bar, he also knew how loud it was going to be for you. He was especially thankful that he had rolled your window up when someone had gotten onto their motorcycle and drove away, their engine revving as loud as it could as they did. This had to have been the first time you’ve slept so peacefully, and he didn’t want it ruined by some jackass on a motorbike.
Okay, well. Maybe he wasn’t a jackass. Nobody can control how loud their engine is.
Sam shook his head, letting out a soft sigh as he brought his attention back onto the newspaper. But it was only for a split second until he saw out of the corner of his eye that his brother was coming back out of the building with a huge wad of cash in his hand, waving it around with a proud expression on his face from the amount he had earned. And the younger man took this as an opportunity to give the man a little piece of advice. “You know, we could get day jobs once in a while.” He said.
“Hunting’s our day job.” Dean reminded his brother. “And the pay is crap.”
“Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams?” The younger Winchester listed off the things that didn’t sit well with him. “It’s not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.”
“Well, let’s see, honest.” Sam watched as Dean held out his left hand, “Fun and easy.” The hand with the wad of cash was held out and as if it was a scale, he made a gesture that indicated taking it easy outweighed honesty. “It’s no contest. Besides, we’re good at it. It’s what we were raised to do.”
“Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.” Sam remarked.
Dean dropped his gaze down to the cash he had earned and began to count how much of it there was. “Yeah, says you.” He muttered underneath his breath, keeping his focus solely on the cash for a few moments, before looking up and allowing his gaze trail over onto you to see your sleeping body. “Have I really been gone that long?”
Sam followed his brother’s gaze, finding his own landing right back onto you, and he knew exactly what the older man was talking about. “Yeah, you have.” He muttered, before looking back at Dean. He could see the way his brows furrowed as he kept his eyes trained on you, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the jacket that was laid on top of you.
Looking back at his little brother, he arched a brow up in curiosity. “Did you give her your jacket?”
“Yeah, and?” Sam was quick to give him a reply with another question, his tone a bit snippy. “It’s chilly out, she looked cold, and you were inside. I had to keep her warm somehow.” Dean gave the younger man a glare from the snarky attitude, but Sam paid no attention as he pushed himself off of the hood of the car and made his way around to the front. “Anyways, I think I found something; Oasis Plains, Oklahoma- not far from here.” He placed the newspaper down onto the hood of the Impala as he began to read off of the article he was skimming through, giving his older brother the information he had found. “A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob.”
Dean’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Huh?”
Sam rolled his eyes at the lack of knowledge he had for certain things. “Human mad cow disease.” He explained.
“Mad cow.” Dean repeated, muttering the two words underneath his breath. Sam watched as he placed his hands down onto the hood of the Impala, his forehead crinkling as he asked, “Wasn’t that on Oprah?”
That came as a shock to the younger man. “You watch Oprah?” He asked as his right brow arched up in curiosity.
A look of embarrassment filled Dean’s face as he licked his lips, hating the fact that he had just admitted his biggest secret. “So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?” He questioned, bringing the topic back to the case.
“Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear.” Sam explained to him, before bringing on the strange occurrence with the victim that had just recently suffered from it. “But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less.”
Dean shuddered at the thought. “Okay, that’s weird.”
“Yeah.” Sam had to agree on that one as he nodded his head to his brother’s comment. “Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin’ much nastier.” He theorized.
Dean pursed his lips as he nodded his head, now understanding that there was serious work to be done. “All right. Oklahoma.” He clapped his hands together as he headed to the driver’s seat, ready to get this case started. Sam went over to his usual seat in the car. “Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money.” Dean commented, sounding rather disappointed as he opened up the car, slipping himself inside.
Sam followed in suit and the engine roared to life before the Impala began to move. As the bar was beginning to become nothing but a small spec in the mirror, the younger Winchester turned his head to the backseat, taking notice that you were still asleep. He almost wanted to wake you up to let you know about the case ahead, but after hearing the soft sound of your snores, he decided against it.
~~~
You didn’t know what was going on the following morning when you had woken up, but Sam had filled you in on what was going on and where exactly you were headed. After hearing about it, you had made the bold suggestion of going to speak to Dustin’s partner, knowing it could lead to some answers you need. And you were happy to have the brothers agree. You were pulling up just outside of the gas and power company he and his partner worked and you could immediately see a man about to slip into his vehicle. You noted that it might have been your guy.
The three of you slipped out of the Impala and you followed the boys as Sam asked if he was Travis Weaver. And sure enough, he had confirmed that he was the man you were looking for. But it seemed that Dean still wasn’t too sure it was him. “Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?” He asked, slipping out a little white lie that couldn’t hurt anybody.
Travis’s face scrunched up in confusion as he looked over the three of you, “Dustin never mentioned nephews. Or.. a niece.” He said, bringing his gaze over to you.
You could feel yourself becoming flustered, hoping what came out of your mouth wouldn’t screw your covers up. “I’m not really a niece..” You let out a nervous chuckle, “I’m this guy's girlfriend.” You said, nudging Dean’s side with your elbow, watching from the corner of your eye as his lips stretched into a small smile. But you knew that it wasn’t real. “But uh.. he sure did mention you. He said you were the greatest.”
A smile slowly stretched across the man’s lips at what he had heard as the brothers mumbled out a yeah, happy to know his partner had admired him. “Oh, he did? Huh.”
“Listen, we wanted to ask you…” Dean jumped back into the conversation, putting his attention onto Dustin’s death. “What exactly happened out there?”
“I’m not sure.” Travis admitted. “He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh.. by the time I got back…” He paused for a moment, leaving you to push further, asking him what he had seen as your brow raised up in curiosity. Travis swallowed thickly from the image that would be scarred in the back of his mind for a long time. He shook his head. “Nothin’. Just Dustin.”
“No wounds or anything?” Sam asked.
“Well, he was bleeding… from his eyes and his ears, his nose.” Travis said, shrugging his shoulders at what all seemed to be nothing more. “But that’s it.”
“So you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?” You asked, finding yourself wanting to know more. You felt bad for continuing to throw more questions at him. But the more you know, the better.
Travis couldn’t help himself but to shake his head no and shrug his shoulders once more. “I don’t know.” He said. “That’s what the doctors are sayin’.”
“But if it was, he would’ve acted strange beforehand, like dementia, loss of motor control.” Sam listed off things that could hopefully come to Travis’s mind, seeing if his partner had suffered through any of it. “You ever notice anything like that.”
“No. No way.” Was the answer you were dreading to hear, before he asked a question of his own. “But then again, if it wasn’t some disease, what the hell was it?”
“That’s a good question.” You said, shaking your head as you continued on. “Can you tell us where this happened?” You asked, knowing that maybe you could get the answers you were all looking for where his death was. You watched as he nodded his head, mumbling out a simple yeah before giving you the address to this place.
~~~
It took a little under an hour to get to where everything had gone down, thanks to the address Travis had given you and the brothers. You had pulled over across the street from where Dustin and Travis have been working on for a couple of months before the three of you all got out of the Impala and headed over to the construction site, and the sinkhole where Dustin had fallen into, which was surrounded by police tape.
“Huh.” Dean couldn’t help but comment on this whole situation, asking you and his brother for your opinions on the matter. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know.” Sam said, bringing his knowledge on the disease into the matter. “But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me.” You remarked, letting out a slight scoff as the three of you ducked down underneath the caution tape to take a good look into the hole. You brought out your flashlight, switching it on and shining it down the dark sinkhole, hoping to find whatever was down there as a question came to your mind. “So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?” You asked, still not understanding of the disease Sam had explained to you and Dean almost a thousand times.
“No, there’d be an entry wound.” Sam explained the gruesome details. “Sounds like this thing worked from the inside.”
Dean switched on his own flashlight and shined it down into the sinkhole, seeming to get the crazy idea of going down there. “Huh. Looks like there’s only room for one.” He pointed out the obvious fact, switching off his flashlight and shoving it back inside of his jacket pocket. “You wanna flip a coin?” He asked.
You watched as he ducked underneath the caution tape once more to get to the coil of rope that Travis seemed to have left after the tragic event he had witnessed. You stood up, brushing the dirt off of your pants before crossing your arms over your chest, letting out a sigh at how idiotic he was being at this moment. “Dean, we have no idea what’s down there.” You reminded the man, worry coursing through your body of what could happen.
But Dean didn’t listen, he still picked up the rope and headed back over to you with it held tight in his hands. “All right, I’ll go if you guys are scared.” He said, before looking up at the both of you. “Are you scared?”
“Flip the damn coin.” Sam remarked, knowing his brother was only challenging him.
Letting out a chuckle, you watched as Dean grabbed a coin from his jacket pocket. “All right, call it in the air.. chicken.” He teased his little brother, which earned an eye roll from the younger man. You watched as Dean used his thumb to flip the coin into the air, but before it could land, Sam caught it in midair.
You raised a brow, wondering what the hell he was doing.
“I’m going.”
“I said I’d go.” Dean argued.
“I’m going.” Sam repeated.
Dean shrugged his shoulders, knowing there was no fighting his brother on this. “All right.”
With that put out there, Sam took the rope and began to tie it around his waist. But before he went down into the hole, he decided to give his brother a warning. “Don’t drop me.”
Even if he did, I’d push him in, you couldn’t stop the thought from popping up in your mind.
~~~
It didn’t take very long for Sam to call up to you and Dean to let you know he was ready to be pulled back up. You thought maybe he had found something interesting that had caught his eye while he was down there, but what left you disappointed was when he showed you a dead beetle as he told you and his brother there were a few more down in that hole. Now, you were sitting in the backseat of the Impala that was speeding down the black top, resting your head between the two front seats as Sam rolled the beetle around in the palm of his hand. You shuddered at the fact he was touching it.
“So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground.“ Dean broke off the silence that seemed to have fallen between you as he kept his attention on the road ahead.
Sam tore his gaze away from the insect and brought it over to his brother. “There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there.” He explained to you the disappointment of his findings before observing over the beetle once more. “Y’know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it’s usually dead meat, but-”
“How many did you find down there?” Dean cut his brother off to ask him a question.
"Ten.” Sam answered his brother as he pressed his finger right against his hand near where the beetle was.
You were doubtful at the answer Dean was being given. “It’d take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude’s brain.”
“Well, maybe there were more.” Sam said, turning his head to look back at you.
Dean wasn‘t buying into any of it, though. “I don’t know, it sounds like a stretch to me.”
“Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before.” Sam listed what might possibly help the three of you with this. But you and Dean kept silent as you tried your hardest to look back on any of the newspaper articles you’ve read. The older Winchester, though, seemed to have had his eye on something right across the road. "What?” Sam questioned.
You lifted your head up a bit more and followed Dean’s line of vision to several red balloons. It seemed like you had just passed a sign for an open house, which meant free food and that was something the older brother couldn’t pass up.
“I know a good place to start.” Dean finally spoke up as he read over a sign that passed by, Models Open. New Buyers’ BBQ Today! “I’m kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how ‘bout you two?” Dean suggested, but you and Sam just gave him looks of disapproval, to which he responded. “What, we can’t talk to the locals?”
“And the free food’s got nothin’ to do with it?” Sam asked in a curious tone of voice. It was clear he was trying to hide his amusement as he shook his head.
“Of course not. I’m a professional.” Dean said, your lips curled into a small smile as Sam muttered out a right. And in just a few seconds, Dean was pulling over a couple of feet away from where the balloons were. You let out a sigh and stepped out of the car, walking down the street with the brothers as Dean spoke up. “Growin’ up in a place like this would freak me out.”
“Why?” Sam questioned.
“Well, manicured lawns, “How was your day, honey?” I’d blow my brains out.” Dean let out a scoff as he gestured to the lawns.
“There’s nothing wrong with “normal”.” Sam told him.
“I’d take our families over normal any day.” Dean replied, not even pausing for a moment to think about it.
You listened as the two of them talked about this. Sam was right, you were telling yourself. There is nothing wrong with living a normal life. You knew because for a while, you were living a normal life. Aside from the fact you were adopted, you still went camping with your parents, you had birthday parties where you had been able to invite your friends, you got your driver’s license at a normal age and you even went to college.
When you were with the Halliwells, you still considered yourself normal. Although there were countless demons showing up to the manor, you were still able to get a job and you were able to live in a house and call two of your favorite little boys your nephews. Now, you’re constantly on the road, chasing after the Supernatural and sleeping around in different motel rooms.
You wouldn’t mind having a normal life again, one where the three of you didn’t have to deal with the Supernatural. You wanted to find a house, possibly one you all could share. This weighed heavy on your mind as the three of you got up to the door. Dean knocked on it and the three of you waited for a few seconds until a man dressed up in a fancy suit and had graying hair answered the door.
“Welcome.” He greeted you with a smile on his face.
“This the barbeque?” Dean asked, after all three of you had returned the gesture.
“Yeah, not the best weather, but…” The man trailed out as he reached over to shake Dean’s hand. “I’m Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are… ?”
“Dean.” The older Winchester introduced the three of you. “This is Sam, and that’s Y/N.”
Larry had just finished shaking Sam’s hand as he went to shake yours, you gave him a small smile as he did so before he dropped his arm to his side. “Sam, Dean, Y/N, good to meet you. So, you are interested in Oasis Plains?”
“Yes, sir.” Dean answered with a grin.
“Let me just say- we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” What Larry had said left you struggling to keep yourself from laughing as Sam and Dean slowly realized what the developer meant. You certainly understood why he’d think the three of you were in a relationship, but you couldn’t help finding it funny that he thought the brothers were together.
“We’re brothers.” Dean clarified, pointing over at Sam with his thumb before gesturing over to you. You forced yourself not to let your eyes widen at the little white lie he slipped out of his mouth. "I’m actually uh.. engaged to Y/N.”
Larry grew embarrassed when the older Winchester had corrected him of his mistake. You cleared your throat and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, speaking up to keep the awkwardness back. “We’re looking for a place to buy.”
“Great, great. Congratulations! Come on in.” Larry said with a smile, grateful for the change of subject. He stepped aside to let you all in before leading you all the way to the backyard. You were quick to notice that there were other people out here, too. But they were too busy chattering to even notice you.
“You said you were the developer?” Sam asked once you had stepped outside.
“Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels." Larry explained as you looked around the place, you were immediately feeling out of place when you realized everyone here was dressed up all nice while you and the brothers were wearing casual clothing. “And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We’re the first family in Oasis Plains.'' You and the brothers followed the man over to a blonde woman that was dressed in a pink button up and a black and white pattern skirt. You watched as he placed a hand on her lower back as he introduced her to the three of you. “This is my wife, Joanie.” Names, handshakes and smiles were exchanged before Larry continued talking to her again before he had to take off someplace else. “Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses.”
“Right.” Joanie agreed with a grin as she brought her gaze back to the three of you. You gave her another small smile.
“Will you three excuse me?” Larry excused himself from the group, giving you another smile before moving his way around all of you and heading off into another direction.
His wife seemed just as welcoming as he was. “Don’t let his salesman routine scare you.” She said, her smile still plastered onto her face. “This really is a great place to live.”
Out of nowhere, another woman with dark hair neatly pulled into a tight bun joined into the conversation. You didn’t know why, but her energy overwhelmed you as she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Lynda Bloom, head of sales.”
“And Lynda was second to move in.” Joanie said, although she kept smiling, the tone she was using was giving you a different message. “She’s a very noisy neighbor, though.” She added on, before leaving the three of you alone with Lynda.
The woman in front of you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “She’s kidding, of course. I take it you are interested in becoming homeowners.”
“Well…” Dean started to speak, but couldn’t find the right words to say.
“We- well… They…” You stuttered.
“Y-yeah, well…” Sam continued.
“Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” Lynda had said the exact same thing Larry had a few minutes ago.
“Right.” Dean let out a chuckle, you bit your lip as he found himself giving up in telling people he and his brother were not dating, and that this wasn’t a three way relation.. “Um… I’m gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey?” His last words were directed at Sam.
You didn’t really see what happened next, but the older Winchester started walking away back towards the house. You watched as Sam turned his head to look over his shoulder, only when he turned back to face you and Lynda did you realize what had been done. From the awkward smile that stretched across his lips, you knew that his brother had smacked him on the ass just for show. He wasn’t going to bother continuously telling people that he and his little brother weren’t in a relationship.
~~~
At this point in time, you were beginning to wish that you had gone into the house with Dean to talk to Larry. As Lynda continued telling you and the younger Winchester about how great the houses were, you found yourself growing annoyed with each passing second. She might’ve not been noisy, but she sure was a talkative person. At first, you were invested in what she was trying to sell you and Sam, everything about the homes in this neighborhood sounded amazing and if you weren’t a hunter of the supernatural, you’d actually think about looking into buying one.
But you eventually tuned her out when she started going on about the steam showers. Not to be rude or anything, you were far from wanting to do it just because. But it was due to the fact that you had caught a glimpse of something moving around on the table. And when you looked down, you froze up at the sight of a tarantula slowly crawling towards her hand. Out of fear, you reached a hand up to the younger Winchester’s arm, your fingers grasping into the sleeve of his jacket. You hated spiders more than anything, and though it might’ve not been on you, just the sight of it sent chills down your spine and goosebumps all along the skin of your arms.
It seemed Sam had taken notice of it, too. But that wasn’t all he noticed. Unlike you, he had trailed his eyes up behind Lynda to see a young, teenage boy letting out a laugh as he watched what was happening. Right after you had clung onto him, he gave the lady a warm smile, telling her to excuse the two of you for a moment so that she would move away before the giant spider could each touch her skin. What he had done next, you considered it bravery. Of course, you still didn’t like it.
“Wait, what are you doing?” You asked him as he stepped forward to the Tarantula, bringing his hand down to gather it into his palm. He glanced over his shoulder to raise a brow up at you. “It’s a giant spider!” You quietly hissed at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pick it up.”
“Wait a minute- are you afraid of spiders, Y/N?” He questioned you. You’ve dealt with much scarier things, you had to get rid of ghosts, dealt with an exorcism and even got captured by a wendigo. But what terrified you the most were bugs, especially the ones that had eight legs. You couldn’t help shuddering at the way it crawled onto his hand.
“It’s so hairy, and it has eight legs.” You pointed out. “How does that not feel weird to you?”
“Shortcake, it just tickles.” He said. “What are you so afraid of?”
You didn’t answer his question right away, mainly because you didn’t hear it as you were too busy focusing on the nickname he had called you. You haven’t heard him call you that since high school, when he realized he was just a bit taller than you. Not to mention, strawberries were your go to fruit. You always brought your lunch for school from home, and in your lunch bag consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a gatorade and a bag of strawberries with a small tub of whipped cream. He was sitting with you for the first time in the cafeteria after the two of you had gotten closer, and that’s when he had come up with your nickname.
With so much time being passed, you thought he had forgotten all about it, but he didn’t. And that made you, and for some reason, your heart, happy.
You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him gently nudge you with his elbow, making sure to keep the tarantula away from you. You looked up at him with a blank expression on your face, your brow arched up. “What?” You asked him. He playfully rolled his eyes before repeating his question, what were you so afraid of. “I guess I’m just afraid that it’ll bite me. I’ve always been told that tarantulas can be poisonous.”
“Wild ones can be, but little guys like these won’t do much damage to you.” He explained. But even though he was trying to calm your nerves about spiders, you were still terrified of how it looked. You had to look away once the two of you reached the teenaged boy, who you now noticed was rather pleased about what had gone down. “Is this yours?”
The kid looked defeated after realizing he was caught, as his hand reached out to take his pet back from the younger Winchester. But he wasn’t afraid of either of you getting angry at him, he was more afraid of his father and what sort of punishment the man could potentially bring him. “Are you gonna tell my dad?”
“I don’t know.” Sam said, not knowing who this kid was talking about. “Who’s your dad?”
The kid let out a scoff from what he was hearing, as if he should’ve known better. And you snapped your gaze towards him from what he said next. “Larry usually skips me in the family introductions.”
“Ouch.” You said, surprised by what the kid had just called his dad. For him to do something like that, they must have a pretty tough patch in their relationship that just can’t be fixed. “First-name basis with the old man sounds pretty grim.”
Of course, you couldn’t judge him for what he did. Because you’ve done it, too. When you first found out you were adopted, you freaked out. You yelled at your parents, told them how much you hated them for keeping it a secret from you. And your dad made the mistake of telling you to calm down. You had called him by his first name, and that was the moment everything had gone down south. You still felt guilty to this day, especially after remembering how you watched as the look in his eyes turned into a heartbroken one, and you didn’t care.
“Well, I’m not exactly brochure material.” The kid muttered underneath his breath.
“Well, hang in there.” Sam spoke up again, giving him a piece of advice. “It gets better, all right? I promise.”
“When?”
You looked over to the younger Winchester to see that his lips were parted open, ready to give the kid an answer. But all of you were bringing your attention behind you when you heard Larry call out his son’s name in a disappointed tone. He and Dean were walking towards the three of you, the older man going over to Matthew’s side, giving him a look of disapproval before turning his attention onto you and the man standing next to you.
“I am so sorry about my son and his… pet.” You watched as he looked down at the tarantula, obvious signs of him not being too happy were showing. He didn’t feel comfortable with his son collecting so many bugs, and he especially didn’t feel comfortable with him letting his own spider loose just to mess with his job.
“It’s no bother.” Sam reassured the man that it was no trouble. After all, Matthew was just a kid. “It’s no problem at all.”
But Larry still didn’t seem so pleased. “Excuse us.” He said, placing his hand on his son’s arm before leading him back to the house.
“Remind you of somebody?” Sam asked his brother after he had come up to the two of you moments after they had left. You glanced over at them, and even though you couldn’t hear him, it was clear that Larry was yelling at his son about the stunt he had pulled. This was no place to bring something like that. Dean was confused when he looked back at him. Sam rolled his eyes at what his brother wasn’t getting. “Dad?”
Dean let out a scoff at what the younger Winchester was implying. “Dad never treated us like that.”
“Well, Dad never treated you like that.“ Sam corrected him as he let out a laugh. "You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don’t remember?”
“Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes, you were out of line.” Dean said, his voice becoming low.
"Right.” Sam let out a scoff at what Dean was saying. “Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bow-hunting.”
“Bow-hunting’s an important skill.”
“Whatever.” Sam muttered underneath his breath, before bringing the topic back to what Dean did. “How was your tour?” He asked.
“Oh, it was excellent. We’re ready to buy.” Dean answered, flashing a small smile at the younger Winchester as you and Sam both let out a chuckle before listening as he continued on. “So you might be onto something, because it looks like Dustin Burwash wasn’t the first strange death around here.”
“What happened?” You questioned.
“About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry’s surveyors dropped dead while on the job.“ Dean explained. "Get this, severe allergic reaction to bee stings.”
Sam nodded his head at that fact. “More bugs.”
“More bugs.” Dean confirmed.
“Oh, yay. More bugs.” You mumbled out sarcastically as you began to feel something crawling on you. But you knew it was because of what you had to deal with on this case.
~~~
Night had fallen by the time the three of you had come back; Sam was behind the Impala as he drove through the neighborhood, giving Dean time to look through his father’s journal to see what he could find on this kind of thing. You were looking out the window, trying to keep yourself from falling asleep because of how quiet it was becoming.
“You know, I’ve heard of killer bees, but killer beetles?” Dean wondered out loud what seemed all out of sorts to him as he kept his attention on the pages of his father’s journal. “What is it that could make different bugs attack?”
“Hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations.” Sam pointed out to his brother.
“Yeah, but I didn’t see any evidence of ghost activity.”
Sam let out a sigh, knowing you were right about that. “Yeah, me neither.”
Dean looked up from the journal in front of him as a thought crossed his mind. “Maybe they’re being controlled somehow," He said. “You know, by something or someone.”
“You mean, like Willard?” Sam questioned, raising a brow up.
“Yeah, bugs instead of rats.” Dean said.
“You know, there have been cases of psychic connections between people and animals- elementals, telepaths.” You said, bringing your gaze away from the window and shifting around in your seat as you leaned forward, resting both of your elbows on the front seats.
“Yeah that whole Timmy-Lassie thing..” Dean trailed off from what he was saying as he went back to skimming over the pages of his father’s journal. But it was only for a few seconds until something- or someone crossed his mind as he looked back at his brother. “Larry’s kid…he’s got bugs for pets.”
You shrugged your shoulders, beginning to think he might be onto something here. “He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula.”
“You think he’s our Willard?” Sam asked.
You let out a sigh, “I don’t know.”
The car fell silent for a moment, all before something had caught the older Winchester’s eyes. “Oh, hey, pull over here.” You lifted your head up to take a peek at what Dean was looking at as Sam did what he was ordered to do, pulling up in the driveway of an empty Oasis Plains home. You let out a soft sigh, knowing if you got caught breaking into this place you’d be in jail for life.
“What are we doing here?” Sam couldn’t help himself but to ask as Dean out of the car and headed over to the garage door.
“It’s too late to talk to anyone else!” Dean told his brother.
“We’re gonna squat in an empty house?” Sam asked, clearly not on board with this plan.
You watched as Dean lifted up the garage door and motioned for Sam to pull the car up inside of it. “I wanna try the steam shower. Come on.” But Sam hesitated for a moment, leaving Dean to become annoyed with him as he shouted the command one more time. “Come on!”
Dean looked around the neighborhood to make sure nobody was coming out of their houses to see the crime we were about to commit. Sam pulled up into the garage, and as he did, he reached his arm out of the rolled down window to punch his brother right in the gut for what he was making him do. You leaned back in your seat and let out a soft laugh for the action that you should’ve told him was uncalled for as Dean winced at the pain before shutting the garage door.
hi darling! i have a request. sam winchester x petite female reader
she’s always kinda trailing behind him, latching onto him when she’s scared, asking him questions. one day he gets really frustrated and raises his voice at her, she gets very frightened and flinches, he stomps away and eventually goes to apologize. it ends up with her saying “i’ve always felt same around you but you really scared me sam” and ends in fluff
Request: hi darling! i have a request. sam winchester x petite female readershe’s always kinda trailing behind him, latching onto him when she’s scared, asking him questions. one day he gets really frustrated and raises his voice at her, she gets very frightened and flinches, he stomps away and eventually goes to apologize. it ends up with her saying “i’ve always felt same around you but you really scared me sam” and ends in fluff By: @sizekinkshawty I hope you enjoy(:
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Petite fem!reader
Summary: Y/N has always felt safe around the younger Winchester. That is, until he snaps at her for asking a question he didn’t like all too well. This leads to admitting some unsaid feelings towards each other.
Warning(s): Angst, language, Sam being a scary giant teddy bear for like- five seconds, a little bit of fluff
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The Winchester brothers saved you a couple of years ago, right around the time all of the Leviathan’s were walking around the earth after getting loose from purgatory. They figured you weren’t going to be safe on your own, and due to the fact that you had no family, they took you under their wing and let you ride along with them. But they never once allowed you to join them on the cases they worked. You were always left in the motel room they’d check into for a couple of nights, making sure that everything was safe from all of the supernatural entities that could possibly want you dead; the brothers salted the windows and the base of the motel door, and they set not just one, but multiple demon traps, blocking any kind of evil spirit or demon from entering.
They even set up traps for Leviathans, and gave you a gun full of silver bullets for any shapeshifter that walked right in. Sam and Dean knew that it was probably a little too much, what they were doing to go out of their way to protect you. But they couldn’t take any risks. At least then they’d know that you were safe. Of course, all of that changed when you all found out about the bunker. In fact, they eased up on it, because they knew now you being here alone was going to be safe. Well, at least one of them knew.
Over the last couple of years, you’ve found yourself growing attached to the younger Winchester. Because even though his older brother stopped going all out on making sure you were protected, he never did. He just wasn’t as much of a pest as he used to be about it. Every now and then, he’d ask if you were doing okay, reassuring you that he was just in the next room over if you needed anything- you always found comfort in knowing that he chose the room right next to yours just for the sole purpose of you knowing you could rush right over whenever you got scared. He even made sure to call and check up on you whenever he and his brother were on a case that had them out of the bunker for a few days.
Because of this, you took it upon yourself to cling onto him every time something terrified you. He didn’t mind it, of course. He never minded being the one to protect you. You were so small and fragile, it always had him afraid that something, or someone could easily snap you like a twig. What really started getting to him, though, was when you began following him around like a lost puppy while he did research, asking questions about what weapons killed what monster. You also wondered what kind of creatures they’ve defeated in the past before you came into their lives.
Sam, being the nicest one out of both him and his brother, didn't say anything, but answered all of the questions you had to ease your mind. But when he finally found himself coming undone, it happened to be the day when you asked about joining them along for a case, just to see how it'd go. He wasn't able to stop the laugh that escaped past his lips, before he answered with a flat out, no.
"Why not?" You questioned him. "I know everything I need to, and I'd be safe-"
The sound of a hardcover book roughly slamming against the top of the library table cut you off, making you flinch; Sam had thrown the book he was planning on reading for research down out of pure frustration. He never meant to, hell, he didn't even realize what he was doing until it was too late. "Dammit, Y/N, I said no!" He screamed at you. You felt like a little puppy cowering back in fear, with its tail in between its legs and a whimper coming from them. "No means no, why can't you get that through your fucking head?! You've been asking me so many questions these past few days, it's actually driving me insane. Now I've got a question for you- can you leave me the hell alone?!"
He didn’t realize how much damage yelling at you was going to do until he had actually done it. At first, it took him a minute to process what he had actually done, but then he saw your face and the way your expression had fallen into a terrified one, your eyes glossing over with tears. With a guilty conscience, the younger Winchester opened up his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say to make it all better. And to make matters worse, the deep voice of his older brother coming from behind had him freezing up in place.
"Y/N, why don't you go to your room?" It came out as a question, but you knew that Dean was giving you an order. You could see the disappointment etching his facial features. But he wasn't upset with you, he was upset with his little brother. You bit down onto your bottom lip, before doing what he asked and walking away, leaving him alone to talk to Sam. "What the hell, man? You know better than to yell at her."
“I know, I know I do.” Sam said, letting out a sigh as he pulled out a chair from the table and took a seat. He propped his elbow up on the top and ran a hand down his face. “It’s just- she’s been asking so many questions these last couple of weeks and I-”
“And what?” Dean cut his little brother off, “You thought that was a good enough reason for you to yell at her the way you did? We want her to know that she’s safe, Sam. But that can’t happen if you’re throwing books around and being a complete asshole.”
“You obviously didn’t hear what she had to ask today.” The younger Winchester mumbled, Dean raised a brow in curiosity, wondering what it was that sent the man off the edge. “She asked about hunting, if she could come on a hunt with us. I told her no, but she just wouldn’t take it for an answer and I-” His words cut off when he found himself getting choked up, his eyes stinging with tears that he had to blink back just so they wouldn’t escape. “I just snapped.”
The older Winchester examined his brother’s facial expressions carefully, and it didn’t take long for him to realize why he was getting so emotional. Sam was always afraid of people getting hurt around him, but he’s never once shed a tear unless it was for another reason altogether. “You like her, don’t you?” Sam didn’t say a single word. But he didn’t have to. All he needed to do was drag his gaze elsewhere for the older man to know. “Now I get it.”
“What do I do?” Sam asked his brother.
“You already know what to do, you’ve got to apologize.” Dean pointed out. He began making his way out of the library, but before he did, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face his little brother. “And if it makes you feel any better, as crappy as I am when it comes to romance, I know that she likes you too.”
Sam watched as the older man walked away this time, leaving him in a rather confused state of mind after hearing what he had to say. There was no way you liked him, how could a girl like you like a guy like him? Whether or not that was the truth, though. He knew that his brother was right about one thing- he had to apologize to you.
~~~
The younger Winchester was standing out in the hall in front of your bedroom door, hesitant on just reaching out a hand and knocking on it. He's been there for ten minutes, and the guilt that was sitting in the pit of his stomach was just getting worse when he could hear you crying. And it was at this moment that he was going to be beating himself up over what he had done to you for months.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he finally knocked on your door. But his lips fell into a frown when he heard you speak, "If you're Sam, don't come in." You said, your voice coming out broken.
He raised his hands in a surrendering motion, as if you were standing right in front of him. "Okay, then I won't come in." He said. "I'll just stay out here." With that being said, he sat himself down on the floor and leaned his backside up against your door. "Y/N, I'm sorry.. I never should've yelled at you like that. I didn't want to, either."
"Then why did you?" You asked, speaking loud enough for him to hear.
"It's just- you've been asking so many questions. And I know, that's not a justifiable reason, but then you asked about going on a hunt with Dean and I.." Sam let out a soft sigh. "Not only was I frustrated when you didn't listen after I said no, but I was also panicked.”
For a moment, he thought that he could hear the shuffling of feet across the floor on the other side of your bedroom door, but then it all fell silent. Either you had moved closer to listen to what he had to say with much more interest, or he was going crazy. But he eventually got his answer when you spoke up again, wondering why he was so panicked. You sounded much closer than you did before. "Everyone I've ever loved or cared for in a certain way has ended up dead. I didn't want you to end up just like them." He explained to you. "I like you, Y/N/N. And as of lately, knowing that you’re safe is the only thing that keeps me sane."
A few moments of silence lingered in the air, and just when the younger Winchester thought he had ruined his friendship with you for good, he found himself nearly falling backwards when you opened up the door without warning. After managing to catch himself, though, he got himself up to his feet and just stood in front of you, his gaze locked onto yours as you looked right back at him. “You really scared me today, and normally I always feel safe around you.” You said. You watched as his face fell into a saddened expression, he nodded and glanced down at the ground, avoiding your gaze until he heard what you said next. “I still do. And honestly, I think it’s because of how much I like you, too.”
Sam’s lips stretched into the widest smile you’ve ever seen on him. And before you knew it, he was stepping forward, and bringing you into a tight embrace. He’s hugged you many times before, but it’s never been anything like this. This time, he was breathing in your scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around his own. You never knew that just a pair of arms could make you feel so protected and loved, you never knew that just a pair of arms could feel like home.
Warning(s): Violence, angst, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff
Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of supernatural deaths that appear to be morally driven. During the case, Y/N finds herself remembering her grief over the death of her parents.
Word count: 8696
Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist
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You've only ever been to one party in your entire life. And it was the one that was forced by an old friend of yours that had an apartment complex right across from yours back when you were still in college. The music that played always seemed to be too loud for you, and it was completely crowded. It wasn't so great for your anxiety. You were always too focused on your studies, trying to get into your dream job, you became a bit anti-social.
You could feel your anxiety rising as you squeezed yourself from a group of people that were around you. You found yourself gripping onto the younger Winchester's arm so that you wouldn't lose him in the crowd. As you were doing so, you noticed a few boys were flashing you flirty smiles as you passed them. Sam turned his head and glared when he heard one of them let out a cat whistle.
“God, these guys have no respect for women.” You muttered, loud enough for Sam to hear. “This is why I hated going to these kinds of things.” You could hear the man letting out a chuckle from what you said, his head shaking as the two of you continued making your way through the crowd of college students.
"You've been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" You could hear Dean say to his brother when the two of you finally met back up with him. His eyes gazed around the bodies that were spread around the place.
"This wasn't really my experience." Sam admitted.
"Let me guess- library, studying, straight A's." Dean said, Sam just nodded his head. "What a geek." He muttered underneath his breath, looking at the both of you. "Did you two do your homework?"
"Yeah, it was bugging me. I mean, how is this whole thing tied with Lori?" You asked, walking as the brothers followed behind you. You pulled out a rolled up paper and handed it to Dean. "I think I came up with something."
He grabbed it, unrolling the ends a bit more and read what he saw. "1932- 'Clergyman arrested for murder.' 1967- 'Seminarian held in hippie rampage."
You tapped a finger on the paper and looked up at him. "There's a pattern here." You said as you all stopped in front of a doorway, unaware of a pool game happening right across from you. "In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who promptly preached against immortality and found himself wanted for killings he claimed were a work of an invisible force, killings carried- get this- with a sharp instrument."
"What's the connection with Lori?" Dean asked.
"A man of religion who only preaches against immortality." You said, Dean nodded his head. "Except for saving the whole town, he's trying to save his only daughter."
"Reverend Sorenson." Dean finished, glancing at the paper for a few seconds before looking at you and Sam. "Do you think he's summoning the spirit?"
"Maybe." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. "Or you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"
"The spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them." Dean said.
"Without the reverend even knowing it." Sam finished, sighing to himself.
"Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight." Dean said, giving his attention to his brother. You looked around the place until your eyes caught sight of the same group of guys, still giving you flirtatious grins. You gave them all a fake smile, before lifting a hand up to flip them off, before you focused back onto the case you and the brothers were talking about.
"So, what are we going to do?” You asked the older Winchester
"You and I are going to see if we can find an unmarked grave." Dean gave you an answer you weren’t all that comfortable with. But before you could protest, he was grabbing at the sleeve of your jacket and pulling you along with him.
You bit down onto your bottom lip and looked back at Sam, who had a look of empathy on his face as he watched the two of you walk away.
~~~
With a flashlight in your hand and a shovel in the other, you navigated the way through the cemetery as Dean followed by your side with the duffel bag on his shoulder and another shovel in his other hand. You shined the light on several grave markings as you made it deeper into the cemetery. You stopped for a moment and looked at the handful of markings that were in front of you, but none of them were what you wanted.
You and Dean walked side by side for another minute into the place until your boyfriend wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you back. You looked over to Dean and opened your mouth to speak, but a rustling noise in the distance caught your attention as you looked around the cemetery to see if there was anyone around besides the two of you, but you were alone.
You continued on for another few minutes, but with a bit more caution. As you got deeper into the place, you feared that you weren't going to find what you came out to see. But when you shined on a tombstone with a rather familiar symbol, you smiled. "There it is." You said to Dean, he looked over and nodded.
Both of you walked up to the grave and dropped your belongings, getting ready to dig. You took off your jacket and threw it to the side before you started shoveling for what felt like forever. You were almost there when you saw Dean stop and lean against the side of the grave.
"That's it." He muttered, catching his breath. "Next time, I’m watching the chick's house."
Yeah, probably so that you could check her out, you bitterly thought to yourself as you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
You shook your head, before shoveling a few more times until your shovel scraped across something wooden. You slammed the metal part down until the old wood cracked and shattered, revealing a skeleton. "Hello, preacher."
~~~
Dean dusted off the dirt from his pants after crawling out of the freshly dug grave. You stood on the level ground as you leaned yourself against the shovel and watched as he stood up and headed over to the duffel bag and took out salt, lighter fluid and a box of matches in order to burn the bones.
You threw the shovel to the ground and walked over to him. You leaned over and grabbed the container of salt and lighter fluid from his hands. Standing over the grave, you shook out a good amount of salt over the bones before you squirted a large amount of lighter fluid over the body next. You threw the containers to the duffel bag again and took the matches that were in Dean's palm. You popped open the small box and pulled out a match, before scraping the top part over the side of the box until a flame ignited. You tossed the match into the hole and watched as the fire burned the ashes.
You and Dean watched the fire a few minutes until you heard the sound of something ringing. It took a few seconds to realize that it was your phone. You dug inside your pants pocket and pulled it out, answering it with a hello. When the person on the other line spoke, you immediately knew it was Sam, and from his tone of voice, something bad happened.
He tried to explain that something attacked Lori's father while he was talking to her. He was now at a hospital in town and was waiting to be questioned by police. You let out a sharp sigh, mumbling an okay before hanging up your phone and shoving it back into your pocket.
You turned your head to see that Dean was staring at you, wanting to know who you were talking to. "That was Sam.. Lori's father was attacked." You said, watching as his face dropped into concern. "He and Lori are fine, she's a bit shaken up, but that's it. But we need to go."
~~~
You and Dean made it back into town just an hour after the sun finally rose. You made it to the floor where Lori's father was staying at after lying to the nurse at the reception desk saying you were her sister. You opened the double doors and headed into the hall, but you and Dean were stopped by two officers.
"Sorry kids, this ward is closed off for a patient." The first officer spoke up, putting up a hand to stop the two of you from going any closer. Your eyes scanned around the place until you saw Sam standing at the end of the hall with another officer.
"It's all right. We're with him." Dean explained, pointing over at his brother. He tried to walk again, but both of the officers still wouldn't let you through. One of them placed a hand on Dean's chest to keep him from trying to break through, but that wouldn't stop him from drawing attention to himself. "That's my brother. Hey, brother!" Dean shouted, his voice echoing through the hall.
The officer that was standing next to Sam turned his head to look at Dean. He nodded his head and gestured for the two of you to come forward. "Let them through." He said just loud enough for all of you to hear from the other end of the hall.
The two officers stepped out of the way after getting the command. You flashed a polite smile as Dean muttered a thank you with a fake grin before bolting down the hallway as you followed along. Sam was walking over you now after being dismissed by the other officer.
"You okay?" Dean asked when both brothers came into a safe distance from everyone. You noticed that the officers down at the other end of the hall were walking away. All three of you walked for a few more seconds. Sam muttered a yeah while walking in sync with Dean. "What the hell happened?"
"Hookman." Sam said, turning his head slightly as if someone was trying to drop into the conversation. But we were the only three.
"Wait, you saw him?" You asked, disbelief rising in your voice.
"Damn right." Sam explained in a whispered tone, stepping in front of you and Dean. You all stopped near a wall of the window that overlooked the hospital parking lot. "Why didn't you two burn the bones?"
"We did." You said, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration.
"Are you sure it's the spirit of Jacob Karns?" Dean asked, looking at you and Sam.
"Sure as hell looked like him. And that's not all." Sam said, your ears perked up to see what else he had to say. His eyes quickly glanced around at the hallway before dropping his gaze. "I don't think the spirit is latching onto the reverend."
"Yeah, the guy wouldn't send the Hookman after himself." Dean muttered, cautiously glancing over his shoulder when he heard the sounds of someone from behind. But it was just a nurse entering a patient's room.
"I think it's attaching onto Lori." Sam said. "Last night she said she found out that her father is having an affair with a married woman."
"So what?" Dean asked.
"So, she's upset about it. She's upset about the immorality of it. She was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished." Sam explained.
"Okay, so she's conflicted. And the spirit of preacher Karns is latching on to her emotions and doing the punishing for her." You thought out loud.
"Right. Rich comes on too strong. Taylor tries to make her into a party girl. Dad has an affair." Sam began to list off the people that were attacked by the spirits. Each one of them was going against some sort of religious belief.
"Remind me not to piss this girl off." Dean muttered, his voice dropping when a doctor walked past the three of you, but he never broke eye contact from the folder that he must have been reading.
"But, I don't get it. I burned those bones. Dean and I buried them in salt. Why didn't that stop him?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as you looked up at Sam, you noticed that he was staring at the window.
He turned his head and shrugged his shoulders. "You must've missed something."
You thought to yourself for a few moments, wondering if you actually had, but looking back on it now, you shook your head. "No, we burned everything in that coffin."
"Did you get the hook?" Sam asked, your eyebrows furrowed.
Dean looked away from the window that he was staring at and gave his brother a confused look. "The hook?"
"It was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was a part of him." Sam explained, you sighed to yourself.
"So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power." Dean trailed off on the idea, walking in small steps.
"So, if we find the hook..." You muttered.
"We stop the Hookman." The brothers said in perfect sync, both of them sharing smiles.
You furrowed your brows at them. "You two really need to stop doing that."
~~~
Later that afternoon after a quick nap and a change of clothes, the three of you were back at the library. You rested your head on the palm of your hand as you tried your hardest to keep reading the material in front of you.
"Here's something, I think." Dean said, you glanced up to see that he had a pen cap stuck between his teeth. He took it out as he began to read from the book that was in front of him. "Logbook, Iowa State Penitentiary. 'Karns, Jacob- personal affects, disposition thereof.'"
"Does it mention the hook?" You asked, leaning over the table to see the pages of the book were stained as the ink was beginning to fade.
"'Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnbas church.'' Dean read, his fingers tracing down the page.
"Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?" Sam asked, you nodded your head. "Where Lori lives?"
"That's why the Hookman has been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the past two hundred years." Dean said, dropping his gaze back to the book. He placed the pen cap back to his mouth as he continued to read a bit more.
"But if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone would have seen it?" You asked, confusion rising in your voice. "I mean, a blood-stained, silver-handled hook?"
Dean grabbed the cap out from between his lips and put it back on the pen. "Check the church records." He muttered to himself as he got up from his seat and headed somewhere else.
A few minutes later, he came back with several other old looking books. All of you grabbed one and opened them up, getting ready to do more research. You sat back at the table as Dean and Sam took other spots. You dusted them off before you began to go through the documents.
It took a while for someone to find something, but Sam was the first one to speak up. He began reading off what he found in the book that was opened in his lap. Your eyes jumped up from the book you were reading. "St. Barnbas donations, 1862. Received- silver-handled hook from state penitentiary reforged." Sam sighed to himself, looking up from the book and shook his head. "They melted it down, made it to something else." You slammed your book shut in frustration.
~~~
Darkness had fallen when the three of your pulled up to the church. Dean parked the car and shut off the engine before you all stepped out of the vehicle and started heading up to the building that was a few yards away.
"All right. We can't take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire." Dean explained, you all stopped in front of the car as you looked at the church for a few moments.
"I agree." Sam muttered. "Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in."
"All right, take your pick. I'm going to the church. Who wants to tag along?" You asked.
"I'll take the house." Sam said. You nodded your head and watched as he started walking to the home.
You were about to head over to the church until Dean spoke up to his brother. You froze as Sam stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at his brother. "Hey. Stay out of her underwear drawer."
Sam turned around to give his older brother a glare just as you grabbed the oldest Winchester by his free arm that wasn't carrying the bag and dragged him to the church.
Both of you headed inside and began to search around the place to find anything that even looked like silver. You had found a decent amount of stuff before bringing it down to the basement. You watched as Dean threw different things into the fire as you gave him belongings when he threw them in.
A creaking sound from above caused both of you to stop your actions. Your head turned to the top of the stairs to see a dark figure looming in the doorway. As it began to approach the two of you, you realized it was just Sam.
"I got everything that even looks silver." Sam explained, heading downstairs and throwing his small bag full of belongings on the floor next to the stove.
"Better to be safe than sorry." Dean said.
The three of you dropped into a comfortable silence as Dean continued to put a few more things into the fire until something stopped the three of your. Floors creaking above you had you all looking up in a panic. You waited for a few seconds, hearing the sounds of someone still walking.
"Move, move." Dean ordered, bolting to the salt gun as you and Sam followed behind to check out what was coming from upstairs.
You all quickly ran up the steps, Dean was the first one out to inspect what was going on. He stopped when he saw Lori sitting in the pews and lowered the salt gun and nodded over at Sam, knowing that he could get this under control. He turned around and stepped back to the basement, closing the door behind him. You and Sam were left alone with Lori, who was just across the room. From the sounds that you were hearing coming from her, you knew that she was crying as she prayed, and it reminded you of the same night of your father’s funeral, only a few hours later where you had snuck into the church it was held at to grieve.
~~~
Never in your life did you think you’d be doing this.
Praying was something you normally never did, especially sneaking into a church to do it. Not even at your lowest. But tonight- tonight was different. You had buried your father hours earlier, making you realize that he was really, truly gone. You were never going to see him or your mom again, and you were taking it much harder than you thought you would. Just hours before your apartment set on fire, you were telling them how much you hated them for keeping the fact that you were adopted from you. Now you were sitting here, hoping they’ll hear you as you prayed to them.
You knew that heaven was real, and you believed that there was a God listening to every word you spoke as you poured your heart out. But you didn’t know if your message was being passed onto your parents. Maybe they just didn’t care, and they had a right not to. After all, they were dead because of you, you left them back in your apartment when a demon was on your trail and now they were dead.
You blame yourself for everything that had gone down that day. You couldn’t help thinking that it was you who should’ve been killed, not them.
Your parents did everything for you, protected you when you were feeling unsafe and loved you when you were down. They were the ones who fed you, and got you into a really great school, and even when you were so angry with them after finding out you were adopted, they still told you how proud of you they were when you got into college. But you were so blinded by anger, that you became ungrateful towards them any time they tried to help you out with something.
That was one of the many things you regretted the most.
And now that you had lost your parents, the idea of being killed by something evil wasn’t so bad. You were such a horrible daughter, that maybe being hunted down by a demon was a punishment you deserved.
You sat at the very back of the church, your hands still intertwined together even after you were finished praying. You just let out a sob, one that made the heaviness in your heart just a little easier to bear. When you had your first ever heartbreak, they’d always tell you how crying would make things better after denying the fact you were even hurting so many times. And they were right.
It didn’t mean that you were going to be happy afterwards, but it did calm the heavy feeling down.
The sobs that wracked throughout your entire body were so loud, that you didn’t hear when the double doors to church opened up. And the footsteps that followed were quiet enough that you ended up jumping out of fright when you felt somebody’s hand being gently placed onto your shoulder.
To your relief, it was Phoebe.
But the look on her face was quick to make you feel guilty. She looked worried, and that’s because she was. She’d spent the last couple of hours looking everywhere for you when she realized you were nowhere to be seen in the house. Luckily, she managed to figure out a way to scry for non-magical human beings just a few days after she and her sisters allowed you into their home. With there being a demon after you, neither of the sisters could take the risk of leaving you alone. Even if there wasn’t a way to kill him yet, they would rather die trying to figure it out.
After all, you were their innocent.
“Phoebe, you scared me.” You said, your voice coming out as a whisper, as though there was somebody or something else in the building with you.
“You scared me, too.” She said. You scooted over so that she could take a seat down on the bench next to you. She examined your facial features, a concerned expression clouded over her face when she took notice of the tears that were still helplessly flowing down your cheeks. “Honey, what are you doing here? More importantly, do you realize that breaking into a locked church is illegal?”
That last question was supposed to get a laugh out of you. But all you could manage was a broken smile before you were bursting into tears again. Phoebe let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace as she pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I was such a horrible daughter.” You were a blubbering mess, clinging onto her like she was going to die, too. “I was utterly and completely horrible.”
Phoebe shushed you after hearing what you were saying. “Don’t say that, you weren’t.”
“I was,” You said, pulling away from her hug. You wiped at your eyes and shook your head. “You don’t understand it, because you weren’t there. But I was so horrible. And now they’re dead, and it’s all my fault.”
“Just because a demon killed your parents, doesn’t mean it’s your fault, Y/N.” Phoebe tried to reassure you, but you shook your head.
“That demon was after me, and I was out of that apartment while they were still there.” You snapped at her without even wanting to. She understood, though. Grief came with a whole mix of emotions, she would know.
Phoebe let out a sigh with the knowledge that she wasn’t going to be able to come through to you, making you believe that it wasn’t your fault. She also knew what it was like to blame yourself for the death of a loved one, because she’s done it before when Prue died. And it didn’t take until actually seeing her again in spirit form to realize it wasn’t her fault at all.
As she was thinking about this.. an idea suddenly clicked into her mind and she was standing back onto her feet. “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” She told you. You gave her a blank stare as you tried your hardest to blink away your tears, and she gestured for you to follow her. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go.”
~~~
“Come on, Y/N.” You found yourself being gently shaken from your memory, and you were now gazing back into Sam’s eyes, which had a look of concern. He knew something was wrong, but he also knew that there wasn’t any time to pry you for any answers at the moment. “We’ve gotta get out of here.”
You were rather confused when he pulled you and Lori in front of him, not realizing that it was in case the spirit you were trying to get rid of was right behind all of you. You began mindlessly walking forward to the front doors of the church, with Lori put right in the middle. When you reached the double doors, you placed a hand onto the door knob and turned it, opening up the door slightly, but you didn’t expect anything to be on the other side.
You let out a scream when you took notice of the Hookman, lifting up his arm to swing his hook down at you, but you blocked yourself from any sort of harm to your body by quickly slamming the door shut. Of course, that didn’t stop the hook from breaking through the wooden doors.
Sam was quick to grab a hold of your arm and drag you backwards, away from any harm. He had already pushed Lori in front of him, and she began running as fast as her feet could carry her with you and the younger Winchester following close behind. You kept a firm grasp on his hand so you didn’t end up losing him as you all ran throughout the church until you found a door. Lori opened it up and headed inside the room, you were yanked forward in front of Sam, allowing you to follow in behind the younger girl before he popped in.
He tried to close the door before the spirit could reappear, but it was faster than all of you. You and Lori both let out a scream of fright when the window glass broke from how hard the hook punched through it. You tried to shield Lori with your body from an attack as you watched Sam dodge a swing that was aiming for him. You had to move again when Sam stumbled backwards while the spirit tried to hit him again. But the hook ended up hitting the wall, breaking off a chunk of wood.
You tried to compose yourself and figure out what was going on, but everything was happening so quickly. You pushed your body against the window, Sam and Lori were backed into a corner but it seemed that the spirit was going into a completely different direction with the younger Winchester now out of the way.
You let out another scream, having to dodge the swing of his hook when you saw that it was coming straight at you. Sam was rather confused by the sudden change of victim this spirit was making, but he had no time to question it. He was quick to rush forward and push you out of the way when the spirit tried taking another swing at you. He jumped in front of you, accidentally pushing you to the ground before the metal pierced his forearm and he let out a cry of pain.
Before you could get back up onto your feet, you were screaming out Sam’s name when you found yourself being dragged throughout the hall by an invisible force. Everything stopped when you eventually ran into a rug. You inhaled a shaky breath from what was going on, and you could feel the panic rising as you watched Sam and Lori rush into the room to try and help you up from the ground.
“Why is this thing coming after me?” You asked the man.
“I don’t know,” Sam admitted, grabbing a hold of your hand to try and lift you up. “But let’s get going.”
Before you had the chance to get onto your feet, the spirit reappeared in front of Lori and Sam, and before either of them could react, he somehow flung the both of them across the room. Sam landed against a bookshelf, as he dropped back to the ground, the shelf went along with him, pinning him to the floor. Meanwhile, Lori’s back roughly landed on the wooden floors and her head hit the top of a step.
You had to push yourself to back away from the spirit, who was now looming over you and walking towards you. When you felt your back pressing up against something, you knew that you had nowhere else to go, and you watched in fear as the spirit lifted up its hook and got ready to swing down at you. You closed your eyes and turned your head, preparing yourself for the pain that was about to come any second now.
“I command you to stop!”
A familiar voice filled your ears, it was a voice you didn’t know you’d ever hear again. But it was there. She was there, even though you couldn’t see her.
The spirit of Penny Halliwell was somewhere in this room, and she was now grabbing the Hookman’s attention off of you. Seconds later, you could see him flying all across the hallway. And you presumed it was the telekinetic power she still held.
“You will not touch this young woman, do you hear me?!”
Her voice was booming, and the spirit had vanished away. But as you were beginning to get the feeling he was going to come back any second now, another voice reassured you as it whispered into your ear.
“Don’t worry about him now, grams has got him.” You’ve only seen, and heard her voice a couple of times, but for you, it was enough to know that it was Prue. You let out a sigh of relief as tears welled up in your eyes. She was far from done helping you. “You guys didn’t burn the right silver. Look at the chain around Lori’s neck.”
You did as you were being told, turning your head to look over at the younger girl, who was just now recovering from the injury she had to endure. Your gaze trailed down to the chain that was around her neck, taking notice of the detail. It was silver and the one charm that it had connected onto it was in the shape of a hook, you knew that it had something to do with this evil spirit.
"Lori, where did you get that chain?" You asked her.
"My father gave it to me." She said, not sure how to properly answer your question. You couldn’t help but wonder where he had gotten it. "It was a church heirloom. He gave it to me." She explained, but you didn't have much time to hear about the back story.
"Is it silver?" You asked her another question, even though you already knew the answer. You just wanted to confirm that it actually was.
"Yes." She said.
Without even asking for it, you leaned over and ripped the chain right from her neck. You pushed yourself up to your feet and began running down the hallway. The younger Winchester called out your name in a panic, wondering what in the hell you were doing with this spirit coming to get you. But with Penny and Prue handling things, you knew that you were going to be okay.
You rushed down to the basement, and the second you came into Dean’s line of sight, he was asking you what was going on up there. But you didn’t have the time to answer him at the moment, you passed by him and went straight for the fire, throwing the necklace right into it. It took a few moments, but you watched as it finally began to burn into ashes.
You hoped that this necklace was the key to wrapping up this case once and for all. And when you heard the younger Winchester calling out to you and his brother that he was gone, you looked over at Dean with a proud smile. “You missed one.”
~~~
It didn’t take much for you to realize that the church was a wreck due to what had happened. The four of you did your best to clean up and fix as much as you could, but there was so much damage to the structure of the building itself that you weren’t going to be able to get done for yourself. And whoever else comes into the place aside from Lori was going to think somebody had broken in. You knew that Dean hated dealing with the police, but calling them was the only way to not get into any trouble. Not to mention, his little brother had a serious wound on his forearm that could’ve gotten infection if not treated properly.
You sat in the back of the ambulance with the younger man, watching as his injured arm got stitched up and bandaged. When it was over, he thanked the paramedic for what he’s done. You raised a brow up at him when he began to slightly adjust the medical wrap so that it was more comfortable when the man turned his attention away for a few moments. He headed up to Lori to see if the young girl was doing okay, she had a mild concussion from hitting her head, but it was nothing major. Aside from the fact she was completely shaken up, she was doing good.
“Do you think she’s going to be okay?” You questioned Sam, even though you knew the answer would’ve been no.
You spend so long getting to know people, either falling in love with them, or looking at them like they’re family. And then they’re just ripped out of your life by something so evil, you didn’t even know something that bad could exist in this world. Sometimes, you can’t help but feel like it’s your fault for those losses, and it’s heartbreaking. Lori lost both her boyfriend and her best friend not even a week apart from one another. And to top it all off, she nearly lost her dad. Sure, he might’ve done something awful, but at the end of the day, he’s the one who raised her. He put the plate of food in front of her during dinner time, he made sure she was doing well in school, he was simply there.
What happened this week was going to stick with her forever and change her life for the worse, you just knew it. Or maybe- just maybe, something good will come of it. Just like something good came out of your own experience.
“I don’t know if she will be.” Sam gave you an honest answer. He fell silent for a few moments as his gaze trailed over to you. “Are you?”
Your head snapped up to look at him, your brows furrowing in curiosity from what he was asking. “What?”
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because, this whole time you’ve been kind of… you know, out of it.” The concern was clear in his voice, and in his facial expressions. You bit down onto your bottom lip and lowered your gaze towards the ground. You didn’t know what to tell him, or how to even explain to him that this case has given you such a huge trip down memory lane and you weren’t doing okay. You just wanted to remain silent, but what he said next caught you off guard. “And to be honest with you, I saw a couple of other people back in that church- an older woman, and lady who looked to be young enough to be her granddaughter, but old enough to be a mom. At first, I was worried, but then they got the hookman away from you. It was like they knew who you were, and wanted to keep you safe.”
You stayed silent for a few moments, not really knowing how to explain what exactly he saw. You knew that you couldn’t keep the Halliwell’s a secret forever, but you also knew that the brothers wouldn’t look at you the same way if they found out about them.
Then again, maybe the younger Winchester would be understanding. Because that’s how he’s always been, especially towards you ever since you showed back up into their lives. So, you decided to be up front with him. “Those hunters I told you about the time I ran into you guys again.. They aren’t really hunters.” You admitted in a soft tone of voice. You watched as Sam arched a brow up in curiosity as he wondered who these people actually were. You inhaled a deep breath, holding it for a second before letting it out as you continued. “They’re witches.”
“Witches?” He repeated you, wondering if what he heard was correct.
You nodded your head, giving him a small smile. “But they’re not bad, honest.” You reassured him. “In fact, they’re the ones that got me out of my burning apartment. This… demon with yellow eyes had set it on fire when I left my parents inside for a couple of hours. Because I was still so angry at them for not telling me I was adopted. I never got to see my mom, but I did watch this demon kill my dad before I got orbed out.”
“‘Orbed out.’?” Sam couldn’t help but question the odd term, and you didn’t blame him. If you hadn’t seen the power for yourself, you would’ve thought it was insane. “What does that mean?”
“It’s kind of like teleporting, only- it’s much more different.” You explained to him, before going on to tell him more about the sisters. “They all had different kinds of powers. Piper, the oldest, she could freeze time and blow things up. And then there’s Phoebe, she had premonitions, could levitate and feel what others were feelings. And Paige is the youngest.. The one I had the most in common with, really. She had the power to orb. She could go anywhere she wanted to and if she focused on something hard enough, she was able to get things to her without having to walk over and grab it.”
You kept an eye on the man’s facial expressions the entire time you talked about the family you lost. It looked to you like he was disappointed that you hadn’t told him, and you were almost afraid of what he was going to say when his mouth parted open the slightest as he got ready to speak. But he wasn’t disappointed one bit, no. If he had to use one word to describe how he was feeling at that moment, it would’ve been intrigued. And there was another huge part of him that was relieved. It was every so often that the younger Winchester thought of you, and wondered where you were and how you were doing.
With all the monsters out in the world, he constantly questioned your safety, along with the few others he had met during his time on the road before he headed off to college. And this whole time, you were living your best life with a few witches there to protect you through it all. All though he was grateful they did, he almost felt… happy that they were gone. Because if you hadn’t lost them, you wouldn’t be sitting next to him on the back of this ambulance at this very moment.
But even with that feeling, he still had another question that was now burning at the back of his mind. “What exactly happened to them again?”
“So, everyone likes to call them the Charmed ones. And because they’re the most powerful witches, demons were constantly after them.” You explained to him, and he listened to every word you had to say. “The last demon they fought, though.. He was pretty powerful. And one day, they had me take Piper’s two sons and go to their father’s apartment.” You chewed on your bottom lip, your eyes tearing up as you recalled the dreadful memory of the sister’s saying goodbye to you. And that was before the one last group hug you were ever going to share with them. “They told me they weren’t going to make it. And then they left to go fight that battle, and during the middle of the night, I just-.. Packed up my things and left.”
“Why did you leave?”
“Because they weren’t going to be here to protect me from that demon anymore.” You admitted. “And I knew that if I stayed with those boys, they wouldn’t be safe if he found me there. I left to keep them safe. And then I just kept moving from motel room to motel room.”
Yet another long moment of silence fell between the two of you. But it was nothing like before.
You couldn’t help the small smile that twitched at the ends of your lips when his left hand found its way to yours, gently taking it into his before giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to protect you if anything bad happens.”
The smile on your face grew as you gave his hand a squeeze back, letting it be a silent way to say thank you for what he had said. Seconds later, you watched as he got to his feet and began heading towards the Impala, leaving you in your own thoughts again. Now that you were alone, you were beginning to recall the time Penny made the same exact promise the younger Winchester had given you.
~~~
The sound of laughing and chatter is what filled your ears the minute you took a step back inside the Halliwell residence. With it being three minutes until eight o’clock, you didn’t expect anyone to be having company over. Then again, everyone living under this roof was an adult, which meant that there wasn’t exactly a curfew on what time guests couldn’t be over. You shrugged off your jacket, and hung it over your forearm as you followed Phoebe down the now familiar path straight to the kitchen, where everyone was enjoying a cup of tea while they sat around the table.
“Piper, Paige, I found Y/N and I think-” Phoebe went silent, stopped in her tracks the moment she got into the room, and you nearly bumped into the back of her when she did. For a split second, she had a look of complete shock on her face, before it grew into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen her wear. It was almost like she was a little kid, looking at the largest piece of candy that’s ever been created. “Grams.”
You stepped a bit more into the kitchen, your ears perking up at what she had called this person. Your gaze instantly landed on an older woman, who seemed like a rather sweet one as she stood up to allow her granddaughter to walk right into her open arms and pull her into a hug.
“What are you doing here?” Phoebe asked the older woman as she pulled away, a smile still stretched across her face. She didn’t seem to be complaining about what was going on.
“I just came down for a visit, I can’t go without saying hi to my girls every once in a while.” The older woman said with a sweet smile of her own. “Besides, I heard there was someone new living here and I just had to meet her.”
“But Grams, you’re nothing but flesh and bones right now.” Phoebe pointed out, almost like she was in complete denial over what she was seeing. “How is my hand not going right through you?”
You arched a brow up in wonder of what she was talking about, but you didn’t say anything. You just stood quiet as a mouse while Phoebe reunited with her grandmother. “I guess being the grandmother of the Charmed ones has its perks.” The older woman said in a rather proud tone of voice. “But this can’t last for too long, I will have to go back to my spirit form in a few hours.”
“Spirit form?” Your voice was timid, but you finally spoke up for the first time, repeating the last couple of words this lady said in curiosity. You knew the Halliwell’s were witches with actual powers, and you knew a whole lot about demons, but you were still rusty on the idea of a few other things. Up until a couple of weeks ago, you didn’t even know anything supernatural existed. And you especially didn’t know you were standing in the presence of someone who was once alive, but now dead. “What’s going on here?”
In that moment, everyone’s attention went onto you with the knowledge that there were still so many questions you were going to have that needed answering. You’ve never been told about their grandmother yet, just like you’ve never been told about Prue or their mother. And if you were going to be living here, you were going to need to know everything that went on around this house.
“This is Penny Halliwell,” Piper introduced her grandmother to you as she rose to her feet. “Our grandmother. She passed away a few years ago.”
“She-” You almost repeated what was said again, in utter shock by what you were hearing. “But how is that possible when she’s right here?”
Piper and Phoebe exchanged glances, before the oldest Halliwell sister pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and gestured for you to take a seat. This was going to be a lot to take in, and they just wanted to be prepared for what they would expect might come. You chewed on your bottom lip, a nervous habit you picked up over the years. Your parents always told you that your lips would dry out if you kept doing it, and that you’d end up getting a sore. You listened to what they were saying, tried your best to break out of the habit, but you eventually grew into making it something you did whenever you were nervous. You hated doing it, but it was hard to stop.
Letting out a soft sigh, Piper sat herself down in the chair next to yours. She gave you a small smile, before she began talking. “You know about how we’re witches, and you also know about demons.” She said. “Well, witches and demons aren’t the only supernatural beings that exist. There’s so much more. Vampires, werewolves. You name it. Spirits, like Grams, exist as well.”
“But since this is a family full of witches, now and then the family that’s passed away, like myself, get to spend a few hours here on earth for important things.” Penny added on to what her granddaughter was saying. “Like you, and what you’re going through.” You furrowed your brows as you looked up to her, wondering what exactly she meant by that. “You girls think I just came down for a visit? I came for another reason too, and that reason my dear, is to let you know that I’m watching over you now.”
“What, you mean like a whitelighter?” Piper asked her grandmother.
This earned a laugh from the older woman as she shook her head. “Not quite.” She said. “After the elders heard about this demon that’s after her, they realized that there wasn’t any way to stop it. It’s way too powerful. So they had assigned me, along with your mother and Prue to look out for her when the three of you can’t. Basically like a guide.” Her gaze dropped down to look you in the eyes for what she was about to say next. “Sweetie, I promise you, I’m going to keep you protected.”
A small smile twitched at the ends of your lips as you aimed it up at her, you didn’t know her, and she didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know her, but you were thankful that she was there to keep you safe. You were also grateful that her granddaughters were there to keep you safe. Who knew a few strangers would care so much? About you, of all people.
You weren’t anything special.
At least, that’s what you always thought.
“Speaking of Prue,” Phoebe spoke up, breaking the small silence that fell between all of you for a few moments. You switched your gaze onto her, wondering what she was going to say. “When I was coming in here, I was going to say that we should try summoning her so that Y/N could meet her.”
“Who is she anyways?” You questioned her, your face scrunching up in confusion.
“She’s our older sister,” Piper answered you before Phoebe could even open up her mouth. “A demon killed her way before Paige even came into our lives. And her powers were actually very similar, she had the power to move things with her mind.”
“And she was able to astral project.” Phoebe added on to what her sister was saying, a small smile stretching across her lips as she recalled the memory of walking in on her oldest sister trying to move a fork with her telekinesis while astral projection mode. She had a lot of great memories with her, despite the fact they were at each other’s throat in the beginning when they first became witches. Prue wasn’t happy about being one, yet her little sister made them this way.
You frowned when you saw that Phoebe’s eyes were beginning to become glossy with tears. You didn’t doubt that she missed her sister, you missed your parents just as much. “I know how you’re feeling, when you told me that you blame yourself for your parents death, I blamed myself for my sister’s.” She explained to you. You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down, you could feel your eyes stinging with tears of your own as she continued talking. “But eventually, I realized that it wasn’t my fault. At the end of the day, you can’t stop things like that from happening. And you’ve gotta realize that, too. Preferably sooner, rather than later.”
A small laugh escaped past your lips from what she had said. And for the first time when she placed a hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze, you placed your own hand on top of yours. “I’m ready to go meet Prue.” You told her. And the sisters were more than happy to lead you up to the attic, where you would’ve met their deceased sister for the first time.
hi i hope you’re doing well :D i haven’t watched supernatural in FOREVER but somehow i managed to dream about dean yesterday .... isn’t that funny? anyways, i miss dean and i was hoping u could do a x reader with him! just a cute fluff jealous dean if that’s alright :D i really wanna laugh and at the same time gush 😊
Request: hi i hope you’re doing well :D i haven’t watched supernatural in FOREVER but somehow i managed to dream about dean yesterday .... isn’t that funny? anyways, i miss dean and i was hoping u could do a x reader with him! just a cute fluff jealous dean if that’s alright :D i really wanna laugh and at the same time gush 😊 By: @malfoys-demigod I hope you enjoy(:
Pairing: Dean x reader
Summary: Y/N has been spending more of her time with Miracle, and Dean isn’t having any of it.
Warning(s): Fluff, little bit of humor, little bit of language, spoilers for season 15 if you haven’t watched yet.
Ever since Miracle had been let into the bunker, you were a mushy gushy mess. It wasn’t every day that you were able to see a dog, and with the life you and the Winchester brothers were living, it wasn’t safe for a pet to be roaming around your home. But with Chuck now gone, and the monsters were rarely popping up, your husband, Dean, seemed to have been a little relaxed about having one. He never seemed like an animal person over the years that you’ve known him, so you were a little surprised when this four legged fur baby came running in with a wagging tail and a smile on its face. Your new dog was even able to sleep on the bed, right in between you and the older Winchester.
That was, until your husband found you growing really attached to the dog. Your cuddles with him would be only for a short amount of time, right up until your dog would come scratching on your closed door, signaling for you to let him in. You would do it, even after being asked not to, and you’d go right to giving all of your attention to him. Dean would never dare say anything, though. He knew how much you loved dogs, and how often you’ve dreamt of having one. Just seeing the smile on your face whenever you were petting Miracle was enough to keep him going through the day.
But he decided that enough was enough when your anniversary had rolled around. You might’ve gone out to eat and sat on the hood of his car while you watched as the sun went down, but the second you got back home, your attention was back to the dog. Dean wanted to end the night loving up on you, but instead he came into your shared bedroom only to find that you were sitting on the floor with Miracle, teaching him all kinds of tricks.
“Good job, buddy!” You praised him when he had done one of his tricks correctly; shaking paws. Sure, it wasn’t much, but it sure was enough for you to feed him a treat and give him a good belly rub while you continued on with your praise in the baby voice you’d always use when you spoke to him. “Who’s a good boy?” You asked him, your lips stretching into the widest smile when you could see one of his own. “You are! You’re a good boy!”
With narrowed eyes, Dean folded his arms over his chest and quietly huffed. Damn dog is stealing my girl. Was he really jealous of a dog? Of course he was. But he wasn’t going to admit to that.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Your husband finally spoke up after a couple of minutes of just lingering in the doorway. He never caught your attention at first, up until now. You stopped petting Miracle for a moment and raised a brow up at him. “Sammy isn’t doing too well.. You know, his depression has been bad today.” He lied to you.
And of course, you knew that he was, because he’s been out all day with Eileen. “De, your brother didn’t get back home until an hour ago.” You reminded him. “I even got to talk to him before he went to bed and when I did, he seemed perfectly good to me.”
Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course you just had to talk to his brother tonight. So, if that lie wasn’t going to work, he was going to try a different approach. “Okay, maybe Sam isn’t depressed.” He said. “But maybe Cas wouldn’t mind taking him off of our hands for a bit.”
For a moment, you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even blink. All you did was stare at him like he had two heads.
“Dean.. Cas is in heaven.” Again, you reminded him of recent events.
“He-” You watched as your husband tilted his head, pretending he was confused about how this all happened. “He is?”
You slowly nodded your head. At first, you wondered why he was acting like this, but then you had a rather suspicious feeling of something that had the ends of your lips twitching into a small smile. “Are you jealous of Miracle?” You asked him, your own head tilting in curiosity. Of course, this had the man letting out a fake laugh as he shook his head.
“Me? Jealous of a dog?” For a moment he was acting as if you were the insane one, but then his laughter stopped and his face fell into a pout, his bottom lip sticking out and he did his absolute best at the puppy dog eyes Sammy always pulled whenever he was in trouble, or was trying to get somebody to listen to him. “Yeah.” You couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle at what the man had just admitted, before you pushed yourself up to your feet.
“Why are you so jealous of a dog?” You asked.
“It should be clear why I’m so jealous, Y/N.” Dean, like a little kid, whined before stomping over to the bed and flopping down right onto it. You folded your arms across your chest and sat down on the edge right next to him. “Ever since I brought him into the bunker, it’s been Miracle this, Miracle that. I was able to tolerate it, but tonight’s our anniversary, and just when I thought we could end the night with some sexy time, you’re in here shaking paws with the damn dog!” You opened your mouth to say his name, but you found yourself being cut off as he continued with his rambling. “And lately, I’ve just been thinking, what does he have that I don’t have? Is it because he’s more handsome? Does he give better kisses? Better cuddles? Why do I have to compete?”
“I shouldn’t have to compete, though. Y/N, Miracle eats, he sleeps, goes number one and two on the grass and sometimes, when he’s up for it, likes to play.” Dean said. “I do that too, so why am I just not enough?”
“Dean, you do know that he’s a dog, right?” You reminded him. But you were finding this more hilarious than annoying.
“You don’t know that, though!” He suddenly blurted out as he quickly sat up. “For all we know, he could’ve been a prince, but a witch cast a spell on him that turned him into a dog. I mean- he was a stray and didn’t have a collar on him when I found him.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re forgetting that the only reason you found him was because everyone on earth had vanished, Dean.” You said. But that still didn’t get rid of the frown that was stretched across his face. You leaned in close to him, gently nudging your nose against his cheek as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Baby, Miracle might be a good boy, but you’re my best man. Not only are you my husband, but you’re my best friend, too. No dog could ever take your place.”
It took a few seconds, but your husband’s lips slowly turned into the widest grin. “You promise?”
You hummed happily, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I promise.”
“Okay, now I’m feeling better.” He said, turning his head to face you. You couldn’t help but smile at him all before he cupped both sides of your face into the palm of his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Unfortunately for Dean, Miracle started barking, and the man pulled away to say just one more thing. “Hey, you stole my wife from me, I’m stealing her back for the night so don’t you go yelling at us.”
Somehow, it seemed that Miracle had understood everything the older Winchester had said. You could hear him whimper as his tail tucked in between his legs and he walked out of the room, leaving the two of you to go back to kissing.
Miracle was heartbroken.
Because little did you know, he actually was a prince.
Character(s): Y/N Winchester, Miracle, Paige Halliwell, Cordell Walker, Clint West, Crystal, Stella Walker, August Walker, Liam Walker, Bonham Walker, Micki Ramirez, Trevor Strand, Abeline Walker, Bret, Captain Larry James, Geri Broussard, mentions of Emily Walker, mentions of Ruby 2.0, mentions of Samuel Campbell, mentions of Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (brief), Hoyt Rawlins
Pairing: Cordell Walker x Vampire!reader
Warning(s): A shit of angst, fluff, violence, language, smut(?), mentions of character death, lies and betrayal, mentions of suicide.
Summary: (What if Dean wasn’t the only one that was killed at the end of season 15? What if it were Sam, too?)
With the Winchester brothers gone, Y/N didn’t know how to continue on with the fight. Of both monsters and her depression. But just when she’s about ready to get Miracle into a good home so that she could find a way to end her own life, she gets a visit from Paige. Her time protecting others just wasn’t up yet, she realizes that when she’s assigned to look after a troubled family down in Texas that had lost someone dear to them. Only issue is- Cordell Walker looks just like Sam.
First two chapters coming to my Patreon August 14th.
Preview
Slamming the door shut behind you, you shrugged off your jacket and draped it across the bed of the motel room you’ve been staying in for the last few nights; silent tears were streaming down both sides of your face as you dropped yourself down onto the floor at the end of it. You’ve been warned that the family you were looking after was troubled, you’ve even been warned that the father of the two teenage kids had recently lost his wife- their mother. And you were most definitely warned that the man was a ranger going undercover as a criminal who enjoyed robbing banks as a way to get by. But what you didn’t know, was that he could’ve easily been the long lost twin of Sam Winchester. He wasn’t, though. You knew that he wasn’t. But they looked so much alike, from the face all the way down to the tips of his toes. The only difference? His hair was much short, and the clothes he wore were not even close to being the same. Not to mention- he had kids.
Warning(s): Violence, angst, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff
Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of supernatural deaths that appear to be morally driven. During the case, Y/N finds herself remembering her grief over the death of her parents.
Word count: 2555
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Everything you ever went up against during your time with the brothers, you knew about. And you knew exactly how to get rid of them, too. But this- what the younger Winchester was telling you, you didn’t know about. You didn’t even know if it was real. The way Lori had described her experience made it seem like she was talking about the Hook Man, something that has been an urban legend for years. You didn’t know if you believed that this legend was actually true. Then again, you’ve seen a lot of things over the last few years that you never knew existed.
You remained silent as you and Sam followed behind the older Winchester as you all walked down the aisle of books about all kinds of folklore in the library. You knew that you couldn’t really say anything, because you knew this ghost could actually be real. Dean, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a believer. “So you believe her?” He asked his little brother, who made the confession that did. “Yeah, I think she’s-” You’ve been so quiet, it seemed that your boyfriend forgot that you were even around the two of them at the moment. That was, until he turned to look back at his brother and took notice of the look you were giving him. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he was about to say when he cut himself off so abruptly and looked forward, muttering, “Nevermind.”
As much as you wanted to deny that Dean wouldn’t hit another girl, you knew what he was about to say. Or maybe you didn’t, and you were just overthinking too much. You’ve been doing it more often, trying to focus on his behavior with other girls around ever since you heard what the shifter told you. If you were being honest with yourself, though, you were trying to get a good enough reason to break up with him before you could get hurt.
"Look, guys, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this." Sam had spoken up before things got too tense, and he stopped in his tracks when Dean turned to a right and went down an aisle. "She heard scratching on the roof and found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car."
Dean stopped and looked at his brother. "Bloody body suspended? That sounds like-"
“Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” Sam finished his brother’s sentence, the disbelief in his voice was clear.
"That's one of the most famous urban legends.” Dean said, not believing what he was hearing himself. “You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man."
"Every urban legend has a source,” You spoke up for the first time since getting here, glancing over at the older Winchester for a moment. “A place where it all began."
"What about the scratches and the tire punchers and the invisible killer?" Dean questioned.
"Maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all." You said, coming up with a possible theory. "What if it's some kind of spirit?"
~~~
All three of you had grabbed a table after talking to a librarian about their public records. You watched as she headed over with a large box and smiled at the three of you, placing it down on the table. "Here you go." She said as she pushed it over to you. "Arrest records going back to 1851." She turned around and grabbed another box, your smile faltered at how much material you were going to have to sort through.
You coughed when Dean blew off some of the dust that had collected on top of the box. He looked up at the librarian and smiled. "Thanks." He said. She smiled once more before walking back to her desk, leaving the three of you alone. "This is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean remarked to Sam, blowing off more dust before opening the lid.
"Welcome to higher education." Sam said, opening up his lid and beginning to sort through the papers.
Time slowly slipped by for the three of you as you indulge yourselves in the papers. Sam stood at a row of books and Dean went through a couple of files. Meanwhile, you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes open so that this job could go by faster. If there was one thing you didn’t miss about college- it was the constant studying, and all of the reading your professors had you do. You shouldn’t have stayed there, you almost regretted it with the knowledge of what your life is like now.
Your eyes had fluttered shut for a few moments, but they were quick to open back up again when Dean threw a file to the table and sighed to himself, startling you in the process.
"Hey, check this out." Sam spoke up after what seemed like an hour of silence between all of you. Both you and Dean got up from your seats to see what he had found. "1862- A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. He was so angry over the red-light district in town that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes." Sam pointed to another piece of paper that he had found, reading the information. "Some of the deceased were found in their beds, sheets soaked with blood, other suspended upside down from limbs of trees as a warning against the sins of the flesh. "
Dean pulled out another piece of paper that was tucked underneath another one. Your eyes landed on what was a drawing of a prosthetic arm. "Get this- the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook."
Sam leaned down, scoffing at the location. He looked up at the two of you and nodded down. "Look where all this happened."
Dean looked down. "Nine mile road."
"Same place where the frat boy was killed." Sam said.
You looked down at the paper and glanced up at Sam with a smile. "Nice job, Dr. Venkman. Let's check it out." Sam scoffed, hiding a smile as he closed the case files and packed them up.
~~~
It was night by the time the three of you pulled up to Nine Mile Road, which was as creepy as it sounded. You stepped outside of the car and walked over towards the trunk as Dean opened it up, looking around before giving Sam a shotgun.
"Here you go." Dean said, still leaning down to grab something.
"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good." Sam commented, lifting up the gun so he could inspect it a bit further.
"Yeah, rock salt." Dean stood up straight and gave Sam a few bullets so he could load them into the gun.
You crossed your arms over your chest. "Hmm. Salt being a spirit deterrent. Smart."
Dean grabbed some rope and handed you a flashlight, "Yeah." He closed the trunk and began walking "It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down."
Sam cocked the gun back and began to follow behind his brother. "That's pretty good. You and Dad think of this?"
"I told you, you don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." Dean remarked, you scoffed and followed behind the boys. Suddenly you heard the sound of branches breaking. Sam brought the gun up and began to look around the place. "Over there, over there." Dean whispered, subtly pointing across the spot where all of you were standing.
You stepped behind Sam, finding yourself clutching onto the back of his jacket in fear from what might be lurking around in the trees. It was all silent for a few moments, and the younger Winchester still stood with his finger on the trigger as he waited for what you thought was the Hook Man to come out. But it wasn't what you expected when you saw another gun and someone shouting orders.
"Put the gun down! Now!" An officer shouted, walking further into the opening. You jumped as you raised your hands and slowly dropped to your knees. "Hands behind your head!"
"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, okay." Dean panicked, dropping the rope to the ground and doing what he was told along with you and Sam.
"Get down on your knees! Come on, do it! On your knees." The officer commanded. All three of you knelt down on the ground with your hands above your head. "Get down on your bellies. Come on, do it."
You sighed to yourself as you laid down on the ground as you were told. "He had the gun." Dean muttered, quickly giving a dirty look at his brother.
~~~
You stepped outside of the police station into the morning daylight, a glare was spread across Sam's face as you followed behind Dean, who was in a good mood for being able to get us all out of there. Of course, it didn't happen without making Sam look like a fool.
"I saved your ass." The older Winchester reminded Sam again as the brothers both caught up to walk with you down the street. "I talked the sheriff down into a fine, dude. I'm Matlock."
"But, how?" Sam questioned.
"Told him you were a dumb ass pledge and that we were hazing you." Dean explained.
"But, what about the shotgun?" Sam asked, raising his brow.
"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt." Dean said in a sarcastic tone. "You know, typical Hell Week prank."
"And he believed you?" Your voice was lined with shock.
"Well, he looks like a dumb-ass pledge, doesn't he?" Dean asked in a sarcastic tone. Knowing he was talking about Sam, you rolled your eyes. You didn’t have a sibling, but you were glad about it. Now with knowing how much they pick on each other.
When the three of you got up to the Impala, you wrapped your fingers around the door handle to the backseat. But before you could even get the chance to open it, you glanced behind you to see several police officers rushing out of the building to jump into their cop cars and turned on their sirens. Seconds later they were gone. You all looked at one another with curiosity, before getting yourselves into the Impala.
~~~
You all followed the police to a sorority home. You looked out your window to see a handful of officers walking around the place to see if they could find the suspect that seemed to have murdered one of the girls living inside of the home. And a few of them stepped inside to attend to the body.. As you observed the place, your eyes landed on Lori, who was sitting in the back of the ambulance. When she caught sight of the three of you, Dean continued driving to make it seem like you were just passing through the neighborhood, but slowing down to see what the commotion was about.
Little did she know, the Impala was pulling behind the house a couple minutes later.
Dean cut the engine after he parked next to the sidewalk, right behind a fire hydrant. You stepped out of the car and did your best to be quiet as you shut the door. You and Sam stood watch while Dean headed up to the small hill that the house stood on. You watched from the corner of your eye as he approached closer, you turned around and followed behind.
You squeezed behind a line of bushes and past a garage, sneaking into the back of the line behind Dean and Sam. "Why would the Hookman have come here?" Sam whispered. "This is a long way from nine mile road."
"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else." Dean theorized.
Your eyes landed on two girls dressed in pajamas that stepped outside to see what was going on. You all jumped back to the house and tried to keep quiet from anyone seeing you. Curiously, you looked up to see a window above you and you tapped Sam on the shoulder, pointing up. He nodded his head, getting what you were thinking.
You climbed up to the top with the help of the younger Winchester, looking down at the crowd below when you saw Sam and Dean make it to the top of the balcony. Sam walked over to the window and quietly opened it, before slipping himself inside. Dean looked around before following his little brother, but he had a bit more trouble.
"Try and be quiet, will you?" Sam hissed.
"Me be quiet? You be quiet." Dean argued.
You rolled your eyes and sighed to yourself, before slipping yourself inside the window and managing to get in there without making much noise. You quietly closed the window behind you and walked up to the boys. Looking through the crack in the closet, You saw an officer walk around the bedroom before heading out into the hall. Sam pushed the door open, letting it creak before hiding once more just in case the officer heard the noise, but he didn't.
You stepped out into the bedroom and looked around to see that there was a bed that was taped off. The covers were soaked in blood as yellow markings were put on certain places. But your eyes trailed up to the wall that was right across from the bed to see something was carved into it as blood oozed from it.
"'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend." Sam said, reading what was sketched on the wall.
"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man, all right." Dean said. "It's definitely a spirit." He said, tapping his nose. You sniffed the air a few times, before your nose scrunched up.
"I've never smelt ozone this strong before." Sam commented, glancing around the bedroom.
As Dean headed over to the window to see the commotion going down below, you glanced down to see a symbol was carved right below the writing. "Hey, come here." You said to Dean after you tapped Sam on the shoulder as you pointed to the drawing. "Does that look familiar to you?" The brothers nodded their head.
~~~
"It's the same symbol." Sam said, holding the photocopy of the information you had found at the library. You all leaned on the hood of the Impala as you observed the paper. "Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns."
"Let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn his bones, and put him down." Dean suggested.
"'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an old North Cemetery in an unmarked grave.'" Sam read, slapping the paper.
"Super." Dean muttered, getting off the car and heading to the driver's side of the car.
"Okay, so we know it's Jacob Karns, but we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why." Sam said, leaning on top of the roof as he watched his brother pluck off a ticket from the windshield wiper.
"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your friend Lori has something to do with this." Dean suggested, heading back into the car. You followed behind, wondering what he was getting at.
