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Pilot (Part 3): Water Under the Bridge

A/N: A year without posting she comes back with part three! ….Yeah, I’m deeply sorry everyone that I’ve been gone for so long. Life was kinda kicking my ass. I do want to make it clear that I will be continuing this story, it’s still a passion of mine. With that said, I want to thank everyone that stuck with me since the beginning. Thank you, truly, for putting up with me. Please enjoy part three! Word count is: 4,374

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Knowing Sam was now on board with the search, Dean popped the trunk of the Impala and the spare-tire compartment. He propped it open with a shotgun as he dug around the clutter in the arsenal.

“All right, let’s see, where the hell did I put that thing?” Dean voiced to himself.

Sam and you moved closer towards the trunk to get a better view of what he was searching for. Always the curious one, Sam decided to ask something that has been bugging him since his brother told him the news of their father. “So when Dad left, why didn’t you go with him?”

Dean didn’t bother glancing up from his work. “I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.”

Raising your eyebrows, you couldn’t believe what Dean said. Was he not going to mention that you worked cases with him? Granted the two of you had a sort of falling out and he was probably only informing Sam what he was doing when their Dad disappeared. But still. It stung a little that Dean neglected to tell his little brother that tidbit.

Sam shifted on his feet. “Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?”

Turning towards Sam, he gave him an incredulous look. “I’m twenty-six, dude.”

You rolled your eyes. “Great, and I’m twenty-one. Now that we established that we’re all adults, can you show us the case?”

With a chuckle from Sam and a glare from Dean, the older Winchester pulled out some papers from a folder. He explained how each report was about men who had all gone missing on the same five-mile stretch of road in the past twenty years just outside of Jericho.

Dean picked up a hand held tape recorder and pressed play. “Dean,” John’s voice cut through the static, “something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what’s going on. It may… Be very careful, Dean. We’re all in danger.”  

Turns out there was an EVP on the recording. “All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got,” Dean said.

The woman’s voice cracked through the recorder and eerily whispered. “I can never go home.”

Wanting to look over the case some more you took the files from Dean before he could put them back in the trunk.

“You know, in almost two years I’ve never bothered you, never asked you for a thing,” Dean started as he leaned against the now closed trunk.

That was your cue to give the brothers some time to talk. With papers in hand, you leafed through them as you walked trying to find any kind of connection. This proved rather difficult when the cool crisp air finally hit you. The missing person reports couldn’t even distract you enough from the shivers that kept coursing through your body. Your short trek through the empty parking lot ended quickly and you found yourself heading back towards the boys.

“It’s a law school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate,” Sam stated slowly, completely done with whatever they were discussing.

Dean nodded his head and smirked. “Law school?”

“So we got a deal or not?” Sam waited patiently for a response he never received.

***

Currently, you were occupying the front seat of the car as Dean stopped for gas and Sam rifled through Dean’s cardboard box filled with cassette tapes. You bolted at the opportunity to sit in Dean’s normal spot so you could catch up with Sam.

“That’s awesome Sam. You’re a shoo-in.” You playfully punched his shoulder in congratulations.

His lips twitched into a sheepish smile. “Well, I’m not a lawyer yet.” Sam paused his digging through the cassette box to fully face you. “So how are you, (Y/N)? You’ve been kinda quiet.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I’m alright, maybe a little tired.”

Sam tilted his head to the side as he watched you. Even after all these years apart he could still detect when you weren’t yourself. “I hope you’re not pushing yourself too hard on hunts again, (Y/N).”

“Quite the opposite actually.” A nervous laugh escaped through your lips. “I’ve been taking a break from hunting.”

Obviously not expecting that, Sam’s brows shot up in surprise. A bunch of emotions flickered across his face until he settled on confusion.

You cut him off quickly as you saw Dean walking out from the gas station mart. “I’ll tell you later.”

Sam sported a pouty frown but nodded regardless.

“Hey! You two want breakfast?” Dean asked with a granola bar sticking out of his mouth and an array of junk food in his arms as he walked up beside the pump the Impala was parked at.

Sam glanced at the unhealthy food choices and rolled his eyes. “No, thanks.”

Dean held up the items directing his gaze at you this time. The car door squeaked open, alerting to him that you wanted breakfast. The granola bar he was holding in his mouth was tossed in your direction, effectively hitting you in the face.

“Seriously, Dean?” You scoffed, moving out of the car to pick up the granola bar off the ground.

“It got you out of the front seat, didn’t it?” He smirked as you slipped into the back of the car.

Still looking at the box of cassette tapes, Sam cut off the comeback you were thinking of giving Dean. “So how’d you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?”

“Yeah, well, hunting ain’t exactly a pro ball career,” Dean replied as he filled the Impala’s gas tank. “Besides, all we do is apply. It’s not our fault they send us the cards.” He placed the nozzle back on the side of the pump after the tank was filled.

“Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?” Sam retorted, letting the box rest on his lap while he shifted himself back into the car and shut the door.

“Uh, Burt Aframian.” Dean climbed into the driver seat, placing his soda and chips down next to him. “And his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.”

“Hector is a nice name, we should start calling you that,” You teased from the backseat.

A short laugh escaped Sam before he turned to the box on his lap. “I swear, man, you’ve gotta update your cassette tape collection.” He shook his head.

Dean spoke with a mix of hurt and disbelief. “Why?”

“Well, for one, they’re cassette tapes. And two,” Sam held up each tape for every band he named. “Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?”

Snatching that last plastic case from his little brother, Dean popped the tape from its cover and into the player.

“It’s the greatest hits of mullet rock,” Sam said with finality.

Not wanting Sam to think you agreed with him, you leaned over the front seat right in between the two brothers and cranked the volume almost completely up. Returning to your original spot, you managed to send Sam a mischievous wink.

The older Winchester couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s face. “Well, house rules, Sammy.” He grinned, starting up the car. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” AC/DC’s “Back in Black” blared from the speakers as Dean dropped the empty case back in the box.

“You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It’s Sam, okay?” He corrected, struggling to be heard over the music.

Dean whirled one of his fingers around his own ear. “Sorry, I can’t hear you, the music’s too loud.” He smirked as he drove off to the sound of Brian Johnson’s vocals and your laughter.

***

Laying your head against the Impala door you watched the scenery and a sign that read “JERICHO 7” whizz by, as Sam wrapped up his phone call.

“Thank you,” Sam spoke, shutting his phone before sharing what he learned. “All right. So, there’s no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that’s something, I guess.”

Dean glanced at his brother for a split second before directing his gaze back on the road. Your eyes flitted between the brothers trying to gauge what they were feeling based on this news. If it weren’t for the music playing, the car would have been dead quiet.

“Check it out,” Dean announced, nodding his head towards the bridge that was ahead. Several policemen and police cars milled around the area. The Impala pulled to a stop and the three of you just watched the scene on the bridge for a couple of minutes. The car shuddered to a stop when Dean turned the engine off and reached for the glove compartment. Upon opening the compartment, Dean revealed a box which contained an outrageous number of ID cards with both his and John’s faces on them. As the older Winchester sorted through all the fake cards, you could’ve sworn you saw a card with Sam’s face that said “bikini inspector” on it.

After being deemed appropriate, Sam and yourself received the cards from Dean. Observing the I.D. you noticed it was an older picture of yourself by how young you looked. You huffed out a laugh at that. “The amount of illegal stuff I’ve done with you two assholes is gonna come back and bite me in the ass, I can feel it.”

“Shut up,” Dean replied with a scoff and an eye roll. He nudged his little brother who snorted at his terrible comeback, smiling in spite of himself. A final shake of the head and Dean voiced, “Let’s go.”

***

The bridge was bustling with officers, the whole place was crawling with men in uniform. Many of them were investigating the car above and some were below searching in the river. So many police officers in one area made you uneasy.

One officer, a Deputy, near the edge of the bridge leaned over and yelled down towards the murky water. “You guys find anything?” He questioned.

“No! Nothing!” The police diver shouted up as a response.

The officer turned his attention away from the water to the car sat in the middle of the bridge. Judging by the police tape surrounding it, you assumed it was missing person’s ride. A second Deputy was rifling around at the driver’s side of said car when his colleague approached him.

“No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It’s almost too clean.” He explained as the three of you approached, the boys exuding a lot more confidence than you. You let out a shaky breath, suddenly nervous. The months of not hunting finally catching up to you.

The Deputy outside the car decided to strike up a conversation. “So, this kid Troy. He’s dating your daughter, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s Amy doing?”

“She’s putting up missing posters downtown.”

You made a mental note of that name just as the boys and you approached the car. Dean took the lead and spoke first. “You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn’t you?”

The Deputy turned at the new voice. “And who are you three?”

Swifty, the three of you flashed your badges in unison. You shocked yourself by how smooth that went. Thank God for muscle memory.

“Federal marshals,” Dean explained, putting away his badge.

“You three are a little young for marshals, aren’t you?” The Deputy questioned suspiciously.

With a short laugh, Dean brushed it off quickly. “Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.”

Well, fuck. If he thought Sam and Dean looked young, you were screwed. You tried not to squirm under the scrutinizing gaze from the Deputy. Gathering yourself, you followed the older Winchester’s lead. “You did have another one just like this, correct?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. About a mile up the road. There’ve been others before that.”

“So, this victim, you knew him?” Sam threw in as his brother circled around the car trying to examine it.

The man nodded again. “Town like this, everybody knows everybody.”

Still looking at the car Dean asked, “Any connection between the victims?”

“Besides that they’re all men?” You added.

“No. Not so far as we can tell,” He responded with a shake of his head.

“So what’s the theory?” Sam questioned, moving over to stand beside Dean across from you.

“Honestly, we don’t know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?” The Deputy listed off the potential possibilities.

“Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys.” With a tight-lipped smile, you continued to stare straight ahead pretending that you didn’t just hear Dean say that. Trying to regain hold of the conversation you sent a desperate look towards Sam, hoping he could fix this situation. Unfortunately, Sam only made things worse by being very obvious and stomped on Dean’s foot. After you witnessed this happen, you could feel your eye twitch as you held onto the last of your composure.

“Thank you for your time. Gentlemen,” Sam smiled forcefully, starting to walk away with Dean on his heels and you in tow. You were still acting casual in case the Deputies were watching. No need to attract any more attention to yourselves.

“What the hell, De-” You started, but were cut off after Dean smacked the back of Sam’s head.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“Why’d you have to step on my foot?”

“Why do you have to talk to the police like that?”

“Knock it off you two!” You hissed, having had enough of their childish behavior. Walking ahead, Dean turned and stopped in front of Sam. This caused you to stumble into Sam’s back when he paused.

“Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on. We’re all alone on this. I mean, if we’re going to find Dad we’ve got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.” As Dean ranted, he had failed to notice a Sheriff and two FBI agents looming behind him. The older Winchester spun around after Sam cleared his throat and you kept throwing glances over his shoulder.

“Can I help you boys? Ma’am?” The Sheriff asked, brows raised and a nod of acknowledgment in your direction as he spoke.

“No, sir, we were just leaving,” You answered. The brothers followed behind you, as you lead them back to the Impala.

Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as you heard Dean mutter behind you. “Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.”

***

The next stop on the list was downtown Jericho. The three of you hoped to find Amy, the missing man’s girlfriend, and ask her what she knew. You were in luck because you had spotted her putting up missing person posters by the Highland Movie Theater.

Amy had agreed to answer some questions with her friend Rachel after you had convinced her that you were Troy’s Aunt and Uncles. At first, she was a little confused why Troy had never mentioned any Aunts or Uncles to her. Thinking on the fly, you reassured her that the three of you lived up in Modesto and weren’t around much.

“Oh, that makes sense,” she nodded. “We should talk somewhere more private.” All in agreement with that suggestion, the five of you made your way to the little diner that was down the street.

Sam slid into the small booth first, followed by yourself, and then Dean. Rachel and Amy settled opposite from the three of you.

“I was on the phone with Troy.” Amy began, “He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and… he never did.”

“He didn’t say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?” Sam asked.

Amy shook her head in response. “No. Nothing I can remember.”

While Sam was conversing with Amy, you couldn’t help but stare at her pentagram necklace. About to question her about it, you were silenced when Dean leaned forward and squished you more into Sam’s side.

“Here’s the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something’s not right. So if you’ve heard anything…” He prompted.

The two girls exchanged a knowing glance with each other, which indicated that they clearly knew something.

“What is it?” Dean questioned.

After another look from Amy, Rachel spoke up, “Well, it’s just… I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk.”

“What do they talk about?” The three of you asked in perfect unison. There was an awkward pause as Dean glanced at you and Sam. Shrugging your shoulders you gestured for Rachel to continue.

“It’s kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago…” Rachel explained, “Well, supposedly she’s still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.”

It was clear at that moment that this was definitely your kind of gig. Hopefully, the information the girls provided would be enough to aid the Winchesters and you in research.

***

The three of you made a beeline to the Library not long after the conversation at the diner. Idly spinning around in your chair, you watched Dean struggle to come up with any search results for “Female Murder Hitchhiking”. Dean tried again by replacing a few words, only to end up with the same lack of results. Sam finally lost his patience when Dean attempted another search for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Let me try,” He said, reaching towards the keyboard, only to be smacked away by Dean.

“I got it,” He assured before Sam completely pushed his brother’s chair away from the computer.

“Dude!” Dean protested, smacking his little brother’s shoulder. “You’re such a control freak.” He muttered. The boys continued to harass each other while you took the opportunity to scoot closer to the desk.

“So, I’ve been thinking. Angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” You started, gaining both Winchesters attention. Receiving a noise of confirmation, you continued. “Well, maybe it’s not murder.”

Sam nodded in understanding, realizing where you were going with this. Typing rapidly you replaced “Murder” with “Suicide” in the search box. The computer finally produced an article titled “Suicide on Centennial” after three excruciating minutes of loading. Turning your chair slightly you threw a cocky smile towards Dean. His only response was an irritated eye roll.

“This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river.” Sam scrolled through the newspaper article, eyes searching for more information.

“Does it say why she did it?” Dean asked, leaning closer trying to see the computer.

“Yeah,” Sam replied, “An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing. Both die.”

“Jesus,” You murmured.

Dean hummed as Sam quoted part of the article. “'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn’t bear it,’ said husband Joseph Welch.” The man mentioned in the paper was pictured next to the Sylvania Bridge, which you recognized as Troy’s crime scene.

“That bridge look familiar to you?” Dean knowingly asked.

“Let’s check it out,” You announced, automatically standing.

***

The Sylvania Bridge at night was a stark contrast to the one you visited during the daytime. There was no longer any police officers yelling or blocking off access to the bridge. The three of you were currently stopped near the side of the bridge. You could clearly hear the roar of the murky water below as you leaned over the metal railing.

“So this is where Constance took the swan dive,” Dean commented.

Sam turned to look at Dean as you continued to try to make out anything through the fog that appeared. “So you think Dad would have been here?” Sam asked.

“Well, he’s chasing the same story and we’re chasing him,” Dean responded, moving away from the railing and slowly making his way across the bridge. Sam, eager to figure out what’s next, closely followed his older brother with you not trailing far behind.

“Okay, so now what?” Sam questioned.

“Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while.” Dean answered. Sam immediately stopped walking, Dean and yourself pausing too.

“Dean, I told you, I’ve gotta get back by Monday-”

“Monday. Right. The interview,” Dean interrupted.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I forgot. You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? You think you’re just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?”

“Maybe. Why not?” Sam shrugged.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you’ve done?”

“No, and she’s not ever going to know,” Sam said seriously, taking a step closer to Dean.

“Well, that’s healthy,” Dean retorted. “You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you’re going to have to face up to who you really are.” The older hunter turned and started walking away from Sam. You watched silently as the discussion quickly turned into a heated argument. For a moment you considered intervening but thought better of it.

“And who’s that?” Sam asked, a couple of steps behind his older brother.

“You’re one of us,” Dean said like it was obvious.

Sam stormed in front of his older brother, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “No. I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life. (Y/N) doesn’t want this to be her life either.”

Dean’s eyes flickered in your direction for a brief second before he focused his attention on Sam. “You have a responsibility to-”

“To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren’t for pictures I wouldn’t even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone. And she isn’t coming back.”

As true as Sam’s point might have been, it was still a shock to hear. A gasp flew from your lips as Dean suddenly grabbed the front of Sam’s hoodie and shoved him against the metal pillar of the bridge.

“Guys, that’s enough!” You shouted, finally leaving your spot and hurrying over to where the two men stood. “Knock it off, Dean,” You hissed, attempting to get him to let go of his younger brother. He didn’t budge at your words. With a huff, you decided to try to pry his fingers off with force.

Dean was silent as your nails clawed at his hands; he was too preoccupied glaring at Sam. “Don’t talk about her like that,” He growled, breaking the silence, not before releasing his brother’s hoodie and stomping off.

Ignoring the fuming Dean, you directed your attention to the younger hunter. “You okay?” You asked Sam, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He nodded at you in response.

“Sam. (Y/N),” Dean called.

Turning around to face the direction Dean was, your eyes scanned along the bridge for what he could possibly be looking at. Then you saw it. Or rather her. Lightly smacking Sam on the arm, you pointed out what could only be described as an apparition. There in all her glory was Constance Welch. Despite the obscuring fog, you could tell it was her based on the picture from the article you read. Her face was blank, partly covered by a mass of tangled dark hair. Her long white dress whipped against her ankles and the railing she stood on.

For a brief moment, her empty eyes bore into yours as if she was trying to say something. Without a sound and no hesitation she let her body fall off the bridge and plummet into the awaiting river below.

The three of you raced over to where Constance previously was, searching to find a trace of her. “Where’d she go?” Dean asked, eyes straining to see in the dark.

“I don’t know,” Sam mumbled.

You sighed, “I think she’s gone, guys.”

As if responding to your statement, two bright headlights were shone at the three of you, illuminating your silhouettes against the otherwise dark bridge. The Impala’s engine suddenly roared to life, startling you. Glancing at the boys, you noticed they were just as confused as you were.

“What the f-” Dean trailed off quietly, drowned out by the constant rumbling of the car.

“Who’s driving your car?” Sam directed at his brother. Wordlessly, Dean dangled the car keys between his fingers, jingling them slightly to prove he had them. He slipped them back into his jacket pocket as his and two other pairs of eyes continued to watch the car with increasing worry.

With a jolt, the Impala surged forward, its intent to run the Winchesters and you over.

Panic flooded through you, the beloved Impala which you considered a safe haven was possessed and speeding towards you. With a rough tug on your jacket, you were pulled out of your thoughts and into motion.

“Go! Go!” Sam yelled, prompting Dean and yourself to run even faster.

You sprinted across the bridge, a couple of steps behind the hunters. Your hair blew rapidly behind you as the cold wind stung your cheeks. Sam and Dean would occasionally look back to see where the car was, while you focused on getting away from said car.

Literally running out of options, you stupidly went the only way you could at this point: off the bridge. The Impala was licking at your heels just as the three of you vaulted over the side of the railing.

Flinging your body sideways, you blindly made an attempt to grab the railing last minute. The rusty metal dug deep into your hands, cutting them like a knife through butter. You screamed as you lost what little grip you had on the railing as the weight of your body pulled you down.

Frantically you reached for something, anything, to latch onto. You had to force your eyes to remain open, otherwise, you weren’t sure you’d be able to open them again.

Your body collided heavily with an iron pole, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You landed painfully on your back an instant later.

From somewhere above, you vaguely heard the car’s tires squealing to a stop, having achieved its goal.

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No rush or anything..I was just wondering if you have been able to write anymore. Loving it so far!!!!!

I’m so sorry I’ve been M.I.A. lately, life got kinda hectic with school and work. I’m working on the third part right now…I’m not sure when it will be ready to post. However, I’m on spring break right now, which means more time to write!

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Pilot (Part 2): Unexpected Stop

A/N: Holy shit you guys, thanks so much for all of your support and lovely messages! Sorry this took me a little longer than anticipated, I was really busy with work and school. Without further ado, enjoy the second part! Word Count is: 2,146

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For the next couple of hours the two of you drove mostly in silence, letting the music do most of the talking. It was nice to be on the road again, feeling natural to be in the car with the wind blowing through your hair. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you were back in the saddle already. You made a promise to yourself to stay away from hunting for a while after what happened on the last hunt, and after the fight you had with Dean about leaving. To say that you were surprised when he called to ask for your help was an understatement.

Not wanting to dwell on what happened, you directed your attention to the scenery outside. That’s when you realized you had no idea where you were off to. “Hey, where are we going?” you asked, nudging Dean’s side with your elbow.

Dean tore his eyes off the road and turned to look at you. A smirk graced his face when he answered, “California. We have one more passenger to pick up.”

You raised your brows in confusion, “Who are we picking up?”

There was a brief pause before Dean responded with a simple and quiet, “Sam.”

If you were drinking something, you probably would have done a spit take. “What?” you asked in disbelief. “Dean, you can’t be serious.”

“What am I supposed to do (Y/N)?” he questioned with a sigh. “I have no clue where my Dad is and I’m sure Sam would want to know too.”

“I highly doubt that. He went to college to escape all the hunting nonsense,” you stated matter-of-factly. “He’s not going to come, well, not willingly.” you added as an afterthought.

“I didn’t think you’d come with me, but here you are,” Dean argued, an overconfident smirk plastered to his face, thinking he won the argument.

You glared at him, not bothering to respond. There was a long silence between the two of you, the only sound was the soft rock flowing through the speakers. Dean must of turned the stereo down when you started the conversation.

"Listen," Dean hesitated after a moment, "I've been meaning to ask you something. Are you ready to go back to hunting?” His mind kept going back to the last hunt the two of you were on together. "I know hunting puts you on edge," he trailed off, trying to express that he wanted to know if you were going to be okay.

You cracked a smile from what he said. He finally understood that you needed that time off from hunting and subtly apologized. “I'll be good, thanks. Plus, I know you would miss me if I didn't tag along," you teased.

Finding that funny, he snorted, "Miss your annoying ass? Yeah right." Leaving it at that, you turned to look at the landscape blurring by as Dean focused his attention onto the road.

***

The two of you arrived at Sam's apartment complex at an ungodly hour. You were unable to convince Dean to wait to talk to Sam. To make things worse, it was far too late to call and let him know that he'd be receiving some unexpected company.

“Two windows in a day, this must be a new record for us,” you commented as Dean worked on opening the window. Why he wanted to climb through yet another window, instead of using the door was beyond you.

He managed to slide the window open without making too much noise. Gesturing towards it, he repeated what you said earlier, “'You first.'"

Rolling your eyes, you smoothly slipped through the cracked window feet first, resting your butt on the ledge before scooting off. Not bothering to wait for Dean, you wandered through the dimly lit apartment.

Scanning the area for any signs of life, you questioned whether or not this was even Sam’s apartment. While you were avoiding the outlines of furniture, someone grabbed your shoulders from behind and pushed you into the wall, pinning you hands behind your back. You emitted a gasp as your face scratched the rough brick. Turning your head as far as your neck would allow, you saw a tall silhouette of a man. Shit.

The figure peered at you, squinting through the darkness. You felt the grip fall from your wrists. "(Y/N)?" the man hesitantly asked. Letting out a breath from realizing it was Sam, you pushed off the wall and turned around to face him.

Not even getting the chance to greet Sam, Dean had come up from behind his little brother and placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. The action sent Sam back into self defense mode and caused the two brothers to attack each other. Staring wide-eyed, all you could do was watch slack-jawed at the scene unfolding before you.

The fight lasted almost a minute before the brothers tumbled to the floor, Dean pinning Sam down with a hand on his throat. Dean’s voice cut through the heavy panting before anything could escalate further. “Whoa, easy, tiger.” he smirked at the shocked look on Sam’s face.

“Dean?” Sam paused, craning his head to look at you still standing by the wall. “(Y/N)?”

Dean’s laughter confirmed that it was truly him, while you stayed quiet, offering a silent apology.

“You scared the crap out of me!”

“That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.”

Dean shouldn’t have said that because Sam used that as an opportunity to flip the two of them over, so that Dean was now beneath him. Mumbling out an “Or not,” Dean struggled to get free. Sam tapped his leg twice, the one that was holding his brother down. That earned Sam a “Get off of me,” paired with an eyeroll. You shook your head as Sam got to his feet and helped Dean onto his own.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” he questioned, glancing between the two of you.

You were unsure how to answer him, letting Dean handle it. “Well, I was looking for a beer.” Goddammit Dean. You slapped your forehead with your palm, completely done with the events of this night.

Sam probably had to physically restrain himself from throwing another punch at his older brother. “What the hell are you two doing here?” he repeated.

“We need to talk,” Dean said, admitting to why you both were there.

At that, Sam raised his eyebrows. “Uh, the phone?”

“If I’d called, would you have picked up?” Dean interjected.

The conversation was cut short when a girl wearing short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt walked in and turned on the light. “Sam?” she mumbled.

All three of your heads turned towards the sleepy blonde. Sam spoke up introducing her, “Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica. And Jess, this is our friend (Y/N).”

Dean grinned appreciatively at Sam’s girlfriend, mostly staring at the crop top she was wearing. “Wait, your brother Dean?” Jess asked her boyfriend with a smile.

Dean moved closer towards her, speaking up again, “Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother’s league.”

That was your breaking point, you swiftly moved away from the wall towards where Dean was standing. You had reached your limit at Dean’s pass at his brother’s girlfriend. For the first time since you’ve arrived at Sam’s apartment you spoke up. “I’m so sorry about him,” you said gesturing to Dean. “It’s nice to meet you by the way,” you added, not forgetting your manners.

Jess smiled at you. “Just let me put something on.” she murmured, turning to leave.

“No, no, no, I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously,” Dean interrupted with a smirk. You elbowed Dean’s ribs hoping that would deter him from saying anything else to Jess, if not Sam’s glare would do the trick. “Anyway,” Dean continued, trying to get the conversation moving along. “We’ve gotta borrow your boyfriend, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.”

“No,” Sam voiced firmly as he made his way over to Jess and put his arm around her. “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”

“Okay,” Dean replied, exchanging a look with you, to which you shrugged. “Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”

“So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean ducked his head and looked back up. “Dad’s on a hunting trip. And hasn’t been home in a few days,” he admitted.

Sam’s expression didn’t change as he took in Dean’s words. Jess glanced up at him as he murmured, “Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.”

***

You and Dean clambered down the stairwell with Sam, who put on a pair of jeans and a hoodie before going out. The entire time down the stairs he ranted to the two of you. “I mean, come on. You two can’t just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.”

“You’re not hearing me, Sammy.” Dean argued. “Dad’s missing. I need you to help us find him.”

“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil’s Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He’s always missing, and he’s always fine,” Sam claimed.

Dean stopped, causing Sam to take a pause in his steps behind his brother. You stopped too, watching them bicker from the higher step you were on. “Not for this long, Sammy,” Dean murmured. “Now are you gonna come with us or not?” he questioned.

“I’m not,” Sam insisted.

Dean huffed, “Why not?”

“I swore I was done hunting. For good.”

“Come on. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad,” Dean started off down the stairs again, you and Sam following behind.

“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45,” Sam retorted back.

Dean paused in his steps beside the door. “Well, what was he supposed to do?”

“I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don’t be afraid of the dark.”

“Don’t be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what’s out there.”

“Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad’s obsession to find the thing that killed her,” Sam paused, shaking his head as Dean glanced outside. “But we still haven’t found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find.”

“We save a lot of people doing it, too,” Dean shot back.

There was a pause. You relished in the silence. You were feeling a headache starting from all the bickering.

“You think Mom would have wanted this for us?” Sam asked his brother. “And (Y/N), why are you here?” firing questions at you now.

Dean rolled his eyes and slammed open the door. You all exited to a short flight of stairs that lead to the parking lot. The sky was an inky black, and it was colder out than earlier as you responded to Sam. “Dean asked for my help. So I’m going to help you two idiots find your father.”

Sam barely acknowledged your words, moving on to make the next point to his brother. “The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.”

Everyone crossed the parking lot, arriving where the Impala was parked. You were tempted to get in the back and take a nap, but decided to lean against the door and watch the rest of the argument unfold.

“So what are you gonna do? You’re just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?”

“No. Not normal. Safe.”

“And that’s why you ran away.”

Your eyes snapped over to Dean when he said that, but he looked away from you and Sam. “I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that’s what I’m doing,” he uttered quietly.

“Yeah, well, Dad is in real trouble right now. If he’s not dead already. I can feel it.”

Sam was silent for a moment and you could tell that he was contemplating what Dean said.

“I can’t do this alone,” Dean murmured, holding his brother’s gaze.

“What am I, chopped liver?” you interjected into their conversation, being completely ignored.

“Yes you can,” Sam argued. “Plus, you have (Y/N) to help you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t-We don’t want to,” Dean corrected.

You pushed yourself off of the Impala and walked directly up to Sam. “Please Sam,” you begged staring up at him with puppy eyes.

Sam sighed and looked down at the ground, mulling over everything. When the youngest Winchester looked up again he asked with defeat, “What was he hunting?”

[profounddestinyhunter]

Hi there! I'm so hooked at your prologue right now but please take your time! Don't wanna rush you or anything. But I've been curious to ask what do you plan on doing different from the series so far? I know it's way early to ask since you just started but I'm really curious to see what you got to say!

Hello! Thank you dear, I needed to hear this right now. I’ve been working on the second part whenever I can between school and work, so I’m not sure when the next part will be up. Any who, I’m so glad you asked this! I plan on the reader having a different backstory than what we’ve seen in reader inserts. I don’t want to give too much away, but the reader won’t come from a random family I made up for you guys. This will impact the dynamic between you and the Winchester boys. Like you said it’s still early and things can change. Especially if you guys give me suggestions. Sorry this was probably really vague, I want to keep some things secrets for a little while… 

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AHHH YOUR PROLOGUE WAS SO GOOD! I'm super excited for the next part! I've got my eyes peeled! xx

OMG THANK YOU!!!!! I’m still working on the next part, I doubt I will be able to get it out tonight… I’m going to work on it at school tomorrow so it will be ready to post. Also, I’ve decided to use an update tag so everyone can track when I post parts if they wish. It’s going to be: pdh updates. I’ll put it in the tags so it’s ready for when I post. :)

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Hey! Just want you to know that you have another fan in me! Can't wait to read more of this story!!!

Woooo! Glad to know you guys enjoyed the first part and are eager for more! I’m working on part 2 as we speak!

[profounddestinyhunter]

Hey! You got a great start here, and I can't wait for more! You seem really great so far, and I am really interested in where you take this! Best wishes!

Hi, thank youuuu!!! I’m very excited to see where this journey will go, I have a bunch of ideas I’ve been playing with. I’m hoping to get some ideas from you all too, so we can make this as interesting as possible! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[profounddestinyhunter]

Hi!!! I just read the prologue and I'm totally in love with it!!!!! I can't wait for more!

Ahhhhh thank you! More will be out hopefully soon, i just started part 2. :)

[profounddestinyhunter]

Hi! I just read the prologue for your supernatural series and I love it! Are you willing to tag people at all? Because I don't want to miss any updates. :) Have a wonderful day! :D

Hey sweetie! Thank you, seriously, that means a lot to me. To answer your question, would you like me to make an update tag so it would be easier for you and other people to track when I update? Have a wonderful day as well, hope this helped! :)

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OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH! Thank you so much!!! This was so nice of you to send! I was so nervous posting the first part actually, so I’m ecstatic to hear you liked it! I can’t wait to start this amazing adventure with you all!! Also, feel free to send requests for the next parts!

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Pilot (Part 1): Prologue

A/N: Hi guys! This blog is going to be dedicated to inserting the reader into the Supernatural series! I was inspired by all the amazing Supernatural reader insert blogs. I’m going to put the disclaimer here stating that I’m not stealing their ideas, or anything like that. I also don’t own Supernatural, or the characters. I hope you enjoy the first part! Word count is: 1,446

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You shifted through your bag for your keys to your apartment. Once you found them at the bottom of your bag, you quickly looked around at the hallways making sure they were empty. You plucked the keys out of your bag and stuck the apartment key into the lock. After a moment of jiggling the lock, it finally opened. 

 With a sigh of relief escaping your lips you walked inside, closed the door, and turned the lock. You were on edge lately, well, more so than usual. You recently decided to take a break from hunting. You ran yourself ragged the last hunt you were on. So you rented out a crappy little apartment for a bit, against your hunting partner’s wishes. 

 He actually just called not too long ago, letting you know that he’ll be coming over later. He vaguely mentioned that he needed your help with something. That’s never good. If Dean Winchester needs your help with a case, you should be severely worried. While waiting for him you figured you’d take a long overdue nap. You walked into your bedroom, and flopped onto the bed after tossing your bag onto the floor. You didn’t bother changing clothes, since you were expecting company soon. Exhaustion eventually got the best of you, and you fell asleep within minutes. 

 ***

You awoke to something pulling you off the bed by your ankles. Before you had the chance to scream, you were flipped over and had your arms pinned to the floor. Hovering right above you was none other than your good friend Dean Winchester.

“Dean, what the hell?” you question the man. From your position on the floor, you could see him smirk.

“Hey (Y/N),” Dean said almost a little too happily. “Did you miss me?” he continued.

You mumbled some curse words under your breath. “Well, I sure didn’t miss all the heart attacks you’ve given me.” Dean released his grip on your wrists, and stood up. He offered a hand to help you up off the floor, which you gladly took. Once standing you shot him a playful glare. “Ever heard of knocking?” you asked.

The Winchester merely put his hands up in mock defense. “I had to make sure you weren’t rusty.”

You huffed indignantly, “That better not be the only reason why you’re here.” You started walking out of the bedroom with Dean towards the small kitchen.

“It’s not,” Dean assured. He was quiet for a few moments before he spoke up again. “Has my Dad contacted you at all?” he asked. You blinked, not expecting that at all. You shook your head no in response. Dean looked away, but you could still see his face. From the expression he wore you could tell that wasn’t the answer he was hoping for. Your brows furrowed in confusion, trying to connect the dots. Dean finally supplied you with, “My Dad's missing. He went on a hunting trip, and he isn’t back yet.”

“He hasn't called to check in, or anything?” you asked in disbelief. Dean turned his head to face you for the first time since the both of you had been standing in the kitchen.

He sighed exasperated, “(Y/N), I wouldn’t be here if he called me.”

“It’s great to know you missed me,” you teased. Dean just rolled his eyes at your joke. You hopped up onto the kitchen counter, your legs dangling against the cabinets. “Okay, I’ll bite. What do you want?” you questioned, knowing there was another reason the man was here.

Dean laughed quietly, “Alright, you caught me. I wanted to know if you’d come with me?” he shifted around on his feet while he waited for you to answer. You kicked your feet against the cabinets below you, contemplating whether or not you should go. He could sense your hesitation. “Please (Y/N). I need help finding my Dad.”

Honestly you felt bad. You had no idea that John was missing. But why should you help find him? This seemed more like a family affair. Then it hit you. Dean was asking you to come with him because Sam’s away at college. He would be the only other person that would care beside you, and you doubted Dean wanted to go snatch him away just to help find their father.

You slid yourself off of the counter and walked past Dean heading towards the bedroom. You looked over your shoulder at him. “Sure,” you agreed with a small smile. “Let me get my stuff.” As you entered the room you grabbed some articles of clothing. Seeing your duffel haphazardly tossed in the corner you snatched it, placed it on the bed, and put your clothes inside. The floorboards creaked as Dean approached the door and leaned on the frame.

“That was easier than I thought it would be,” he muttered to himself. Dean crossed his arms as he watched you move around the room stuffing items into your bag. You packed the last item in your bag, and zipped it closed. You hoisted the bag onto your shoulder and turned to Dean. Just as you were about to tell him you were ready to go, someone knocked on the door. You froze, knowing exactly who it was. “Who’s-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him to move forward. The two of you made your way to a small window off of the living room. With your arm you gestured to the window. Dean quirked a brow at you, as if not understanding. Huffing out a sigh, you yanked the window open after a bit of a struggle.

“You first,” you told Dean with a smirk. He glanced at you with suspicion and you rolled your eyes. Reluctantly he complied and put his hands on the rotten wood frame. Just barely, Dean managed to squeeze his body through the tiny window. He stumbled out onto the fire escape ungracefully and turned around. Taking your bag you pushed it through the window where it plopped on the metal landing. Ducking you slid yourself to the other side and joined Dean.

“Okay, are you going to tell me what all this,” he gestured wildly to the apartment the both of you climbed out of, “was about? Who was at the door?”

“My landlord. I still owe him money for the security deposit on this dump,” you answered with a growing smile.

Dean stared blankly at you for a moment until his mouth split into a beaming smile. His arm wrapped around your neck and pulled you forward. Messing up your hair with a noogie, Dean let out a laugh, “That’s my girl.” He dropped his arm from around you and moved to pick up your bag. “Come on, the car’s this way,” Dean said shouldering your bag and taking a couple steps down the metal stairs.

Before following him you turned and shut the window with a snap. Staring through the fingerprinted glass, you wondered if you were making the right decision. You couldn’t help but think if you were ready to go back to hunting just yet. Before you could dwell on the thought any longer, a car horn blared from the street. Glancing you saw Dean waiting for you in the Impala with an expectant look. With a small smile you descended the stairs and walked up to the car. With a quick pat of appreciation to the roof, you opened the passenger door and slipped inside.

Opening one of the compartments and reaching inside you pulled out two pairs of sunglasses. You passed one pair to Dean, which he put on instinctively and you slid the other pair on. Neither one of you could look at each without cracking a smile. As if on cue Dean was rolling down all the windows.

Buckling your seatbelt you took a chance to look at Dean. You tried to muster up as much control as you could before you said seriously with a nod, “Do it.”

Dean was in worse shape than you. The corners of his mouth twitched and he tried desperately not to laugh. He held up a cassette tape that he must of grabbed from the box under the passenger seat while you were still standing on the fire escape staircase. For dramatic effect, he slowly pushed the cassette into the player.

The car roared to life when the guitar started strumming through the speakers. Dean shifted the gear stick into drive, peeling away from the apartment building.

Risin' up, back on the street

You shook your head with a slight smile on your face. Back to the old grind.