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Part Two: It’s a Gift Not From the Heart. (Like a Virgin S06E12)

Episode Summary: Ten days after regaining his soul, Sam wakes up with no recollection of the past eighteen months since returning from the cage. The reader anxiously wonders if the wall Death put up in Sam’s head, made with part of her very own soul, will be strong enough. Meanwhile, the Winchesters and the reader investigate a string of disappearing virgins and discover dragons are behind the kidnapping. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,912.

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You and the boys settled yourselves into a motel and gathered all sort of information you could learn about the most recent victims that seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. One vanished while walking home from school, another disappeared while in her apartment on the top floor, and—the most strange of them all—Penny, your latest victim, disappeared straight out of the sky while her boyfriend was left burnt to a crisp. You had to admit, whatever the hell was causing all of these girls to go missing, it was more of the weirder cases that you had taken on lately. And nothing like a head scratcher to make sure to ease all of you back into hunting a real monster on your own terms again.

You knocked on the front door of Penny's home she shared with her older sister sister for the last year and a half. You and the boys were dressed in your usual attire of formal wear and fake badges when the door open to reveal a young woman. You smiled politely at her and introduce yourselves like normal, tucking the badge into your pocket when you showed the woman to make sure she wasn’t letting any sort of stranger into her house. Penny’s sister seemed hesitant to welcome the three of you inside, feeling emotionally drained enough from seeing all sorts of police officers come through her door and being interviewed.

“We’d just like to ask you a few questions.” Sam said.

“Look, the cops already came by.” Penny’s sister admitted, not in the mood right now continue on a conversation she thought wasn’t going to help find her little sister. “So if you don’t mind—”

“I understand. Really, I do. I know how hard this must be.” Sam cut off the woman, empathizing with her about the emotional pain she was trying to deal with right now. You looked over to the younger Winchester to see him giving the same puppy dog expression like he used to in order to connect with people and make them feel safe. You didn’t realize how much you missed it until now. “We’d just like to figure out what happened. This will be quick. I promise.”

Penny's sister thought about it for a moment before she opened up the door wider, nodding her head for the three of you to come inside. Sam gave the woman a smile as he stepped in first, you followed behind a moment later. You and Dean stared at each other for a moment as the smallest smile began creeping at the ends of your lips at what you saw unfold.

Sam was intimidating by the nature of how he appeared; he was taller than most and trained like a soldier his entire life. One would think he would have ended up in a way like how he acted without a soul. But he didn't. He was always too empathetic for his own good and tried to do the right thing, and always looked for the good in people. Not to mention, felt guilt over the simplest of things.

Sam without a soul was a good hunter and did the terrible things that nobody with a conscious wanted to. But he was too dangerous for his own good. Sam, with that pesky soul in his body that took months to get, was exactly how he should be. He was back to his old self. And damn, did it feel good.

You and the boys followed behind Penny's sister and to a bedroom that looked rather...pink. The interior of the place was rather cute, but not at all what you were expecting for a woman in her early twenties to have. You examined the room as Penny's sister lingered in the doorway, not wanting to touch any of her things. Sam grabbed a picture off from somewhere and examined the photograph of a smiling Penny and a young man she was standing next to. He presumed it was Stan from the nature of their body structure.

“Penny was very shy. To herself.” Penny’s sister said, trying to give all of you a clear picture of what the young woman was like. You wandered over to her bedroom to see that her comforter was shades of pink and white, like her bedroom, and decorated with a cute teddy bear. “Not at all what you’d call adventurous.”

“Like flying through a lightning storm in a two-seater?” Dean asked.

“She was terrified of that thing. She just did it for Stan.” Penny’s sister explained to you and the boys. You raised your brow slightly as you repeated the unfamiliar name, wondering who that happened to be. "Her boyfriend. They were just starting to get serious. She didn't wanna seem, you know, not interested. I just wish I’d told her to stay home. We don’t even have a body to bury.”

The situation Penny's sister and her family were being forced to go through was terrible. You had a feeling the victims that were vanishing were in fact still alive. Well, that was the best case scenario you wanted to be true. Whatever took Penny and the other girls, you had a feeling it wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon. You and the boys needed to find out what causing all these disappearances before someone else could be taken, or worse, found dead.

+ + +

The girl next door; innocent and sweet, the one who stays out of trouble and does charity work on the weekends for the homeless or their local church. The type of girl every mother wants their son to bring home. Each victim that disappeared in town seemed like the type. They varied in age from being the young age of seventeen to Penny, who was the oldest at twenty-two. All of them were noted for being shy and sweet, none of which seemed like the type to do anything stupid to put themselves in trouble. It didn’t help you in the fact that you still didn’t know what was snatching them up. A demon who had a thing for the sweet ones, a ghost who could see all past that little facade to show who they really were. You had no leads.

You tossed the police file to the table as you let out a frustrated sigh from the lack of any sort of new information that you could find. You sat with your legs outstretched and propped up on one of the vacant chairs. Sam sat across the other side of the table with his laptop open as he did his own research. Dean was out for the past hour or so, leaving you and his brother to do your favorite task of research. If Sam had been without a soul, Dean wouldn't have trusted his brother to be alone with you for more than five minutes. However, Sam was back to his old self. He didn't have a single clue what you and him had done during his year without a soul. Far as he was concerned, it was just another afternoon spent with his best friend doing research.

The motel room door opened a few moments later to see that it was Dean, back from his own tasks, but he wasn't empty handed. Your stomach growled at the sight of the greasy paper bag he carried with a tray full of drinks. “What do you guys got?”

“Well, looks like those two other missing girls both baked cookies for the Lord. And before your mind goes straight into the gutter, it’s not code for kinky things, Dean.” You said, stopping the man from proposing any sort of ideas. “We’re talking church choir, bakes sales, promise rings clubs, the works. They were good girls. The thing that stumps me is that Penny wasn’t even a Christian.”

“I have another theory.” Dean said. He pulled out a small notebook from his back pocket. You wondered for a moment why it looked so familiar to you until the older Winchester told you what it was. “Penny’s diary.”

“Did you still that from her room?” Sam questioned his older brother, you could tell from his tone of voice that he was very much in disbelief at what the man had done. You tried your hardest not to smile at the kind of morals the man was suddenly sticking to.

“I love that you even ask me that.” Dean mumbled to himself with a bit of an amused smile.

“And why wouldn’t I?” Sam wondered. You reached for your drink so he wouldn’t see your own smirk start to to spread at the ends of your lips from how concerned the younger Winchester was acting at the idea of reading Penny’s most personal thoughts.

“No reason. So, girlnappings. What if it’s not about religion? What if it’s about purity?” Dean asked the both of you. You furrowed your brow as you thought to yourself for a second about what that could have possibly meant. When it finally clicked, your face dropped in a bit of surprise from this sort of cliched twist as you opened your mouth to make a presumption, Dean seemed all to eager to say it. "Virgins, guys. Virgins."

"Penny was twenty-two." Sam said, not believing what he was hearing.

“So? Some people want to meet that special someone. I lost mine when I was twenty-seven, all though that’s a whole other story. Penny had a pink room, for crying out loud. I doubt she even had her first kiss until just recently." You said. Sam gave you a bit of a confused look, wondering how you could jump to conclusions based upon how she decided to decorate her room. "I had pink walls when I was seven. Not to mention the teddy bears. She doesn’t seem like the type of girl who went out to the bars looking for a hookup. Unlike this one.”

"I enjoyed my time living the single life while it lasted." Dean defended himself against you. You scoffed as you bit down on the plastic straw before taking another sip of your drink. "And to be fair, I think the slate was washed clean after I came back from hell with you. No scars, nothing. I was also a—"

"Dude. For the hundredth time, you were not a born again virgin." Sam argued with his older brother as he rolled his eyes from the sort of logic Dean still was kept thinking was true.

"Touchy, touchy." Dean muttered underneath his breath. He opened up the journal and searched through the pages before finding the exact entry that lead him to this sort of purity conclusion. You watched as he pointed up a finger, as if getting ready to recite old world literature while, in fact, it was the inner workings of a twenty-two year old virgin. You pretended to look on with an interested face as you raised your brow. "Listen to this; 'I've decided I'm going to give Stan my most precious gift.'”

Dean read the last entry Penny had made before getting on the airplane her boyfriend had insisted on taking her along, thinking it was going to be the night where she would get the courage to give Stan her virginity. The older Winchester had given the reading a bit more feeling to it than he should have. You and Sam found yourselves looking over at each other from what had unfolded. Your nose wrinkled slightly as your lips stretched into a smile at what Dean recited. He was the farthest thing from a virgin. For some reason, it made you chuckle in amusement when Sam swallowed, acting as if he was trying his hardest not to become fully disturbed at what he was forced to listen to from his older brother.

“Wow.” Sam muttered. “That sounded really creepy coming out of your mouth.”

“I think I delivered it.” Dean said, giving himself credit as he flipped through the diary.

"I have to agree with Sammy on this one. You could have lead with the diary, you know. And not personally scarred us for life." You told the older Winchester. Dean glanced up to give you the least bit amused expression from your remark. "Anyway, let's say you're right. Who would want virgins? Are we talking sacrifices or something weird like that?”

"You got me." Dean admitted. "I've always preferred ladies with experience."

You scoffed, "And look how that turned out for you."

“Yeah. You gave me your ‘most precious gift.’” Dean said. “Call that a win for me, sweetheart."

You were about to reach for the case file you were reading previously before Dean arrived back, but your hand dropped back down to your lap from what you heard the man say. You furrowed your brow and gave him a look of disbelief at how stupid he could be sometimes. The oldest Winchester thought it was hilarious as a smirk spread across his lips and gave you a playful wink when his brother rolled his eyes at how the conversation was turning out. You let out a sigh and grabbed the case file, trying your hardest not to smile at how much you missed hearing Dean’s terrible humor and Sam’s distaste for it.

+ + +

The next morning you weren't the least bit surprised to be greeted with the news that there was yet another girl added to the list of victims from whatever was causing mayhem among young females in this town. However, unlike the rest of the women, your newest victim didn’t vanish in thin air. She was attacked on her way home from school and was recuperating in the hospital. You and the boys got dressed in your formal clothes and decided to pay her a visit. All of you hoped she might be able to help you lead the three of you in the direction of what hurt her and made the rest of these women disappear without a trace.

“It happened so fast.” Melissa tried to explain her side of the story from her hospital bed as she laid on her side. You could tell from her appearance alone, from her busted up lip and bruised upper cheek, she had been through some hell.

“It’s okay, Melissa.” Sam reassured the young woman. “What came at you? You can tell us.”

“It—It looked like, uh...a giant bat.” Melissa said. You found yourself growing baffled at what she was saying as you looked over at the boys to see what their reaction was from hearing Melissa’s description of her attacker. “You think I’m making it up, right? That’s what the other man said.”

“Well, we’re not that other man.” You said, turning your gaze back to the girl. Your lips stretched into a warm smile, giving her some encouragement to continue with her story.

“It came right at me. It was huge. I swear. That’s how I got this.” Melissa said. She proceeded to move around slightly in bed so she shifted her weight to her stomach and grab ahold of her hospital gown. You leaned over slightly to see there was two rather long scars down her back, almost identical to claw marks. You winced at how painful they must have been from how deep the wound appeared to have gone if they required stitches to close them up.

“So it attacked, and then what?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know.” Melissa admitted. “I passed out and when I woke up, it was gone.”

"Is there anything else that you could think of? Anything you can tell us, even if it doesn't seem important?" You asked her, hoping to get some more information out of her.

“Well, my ring got lost.” She said. You looked down to see that she was holding her ring finger where her lost belonging once was. "Or else that thing stole it, if that makes any sense."

“What kind of ring?” Dean asked.

“Gold. Promise ring.” Melissa answered the question. You looked back over at the brothers when you noticed the pattern seemed to have been continuing. If Melissa was still a virgin herself with a promise ring, it begged the question why she wasn't taken like the others. Maybe it had enough victims and wanted her ring for the sake of it being a sign of purity. Or maybe the thing you were hunting also liked shiny things.

“Promise ring. So, uh, from, like, a church, like a purity ring?” Dean wondered. Melissa nodded her head and asked him why. You sensed what the older Winchester was getting at as he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling awkward from what he was about to ask the young woman. "I gotta ask. Melissa, look, nobody is judging anybody here, okay? Believe me. But should you really be wearing that ring?"

Melissa looked at the older Winchester with a shocked expression at what he was insinuating. She tried to say that she was, Dean could see right through it as he raised his brow at the good girl act she was trying to keep up. You let out a sigh and gave her a serious look, wondering what the truth was. "Matt Barne didn't count."

You and the boys left the conversation at that before it could turn any more awkward than it was. Whatever sort of logic Melissa was thinking with was the dumbest thing you ever heard of, but it might have possibly saved her life. You tried to think of possibilities of monsters that liked to take virgins and attack ones that weren't. Gold was also a motive as well. You only left the hospital with scratching your head at how even more confusing this hunt was turning out.

“So, what, you think Batman tried to rape her?” Sam asked, trying to come up with some sort of explanation that would give the three of you a clue to what was going on here.

“Well, he does carry a lot of rage. But he rejected her because she was already dehymenated, huh?” Dean said. You shrugged your shoulders as you looked over at him, thinking that the man might have something going on here. The monster might have attacked Melissa not only for her ring, but because she was wearing it in a false sense of purity. "I think it just goes to show you that being easy is pretty much all upside."

You lightly pushed him from his tasteless remark as you shook your head in disapproval, yet the smile that spread across your lips told a different story. You looked over to see the Impala was getting closer in your view as all of you continued your journey through the parking lot. “So, what kind of thing likes virgins and gold?”

“P. Diddy?” Dean said, taking a wild guess.

"You know, it's comforting." Sam said. You began heading for the backseat of the Impala as you looked over your shoulder to ask Sam what he was talking about. "I died for a year, came back and Dean's still not funny."

“Shut up.” Dean defended himself. “I’m hilarious.”

“Of course you are. Don’t forget adorable.” You said. You reached out and lightly pinched Dean on the cheek, making the man flinch and back away before you could do it again. You chuckled to yourself from his reaction as you opened up the backseat door and slipped yourself inside for the ride back to the motel.

+ + +

You and the boys spent the rest of the afternoon gathering all the information that you had to try and figure out what you might be possibly dealing with. Sam stuck with research on his laptop as you and Dean pinned a map of the town to the motel wall and placed up pictures of the missing victims to the locations of where they disappeared along with where Melissa was attacked. You stepped back when Dean put up your last clue and placed your hands on your hips, wondering what could be responsible for all of this. Sam's research seemed to have gotten a possible lead, despite how medieval and out of the ordinary he was expecting to find.

“This can’t be possible.” Sam said. You glanced over your shoulder to see what was causing the man to suddenly become confused at what he discovered. "I Googled fire, claws, flying, stealing virgins and gold, and it all takes me to the same place. 'World of Warcraft' fan sites."

"Wait, wait. Are you telling me some guy who's living in his mom's basement is causing all of these disappearances?" You asked, cracking a joke yourself. Sam didn’t seem to think you were funny. “So, what are we hunting today? Demon with a gaming addiction? One who has a thing for virgins and gold?”

“Dragons, Y/N.” Sam said. Your brow jumped in surprise at what you hearing for a possibility to what was going on here. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked over at Dean, wondering what he thought of all of this. The both of you had seen your fair share of unusual things while hunting. You wondered if this would fit the pattern of the creepy and crawly. The younger Winchester didn’t think it was so likely. "See? Told you. Not possible."

"Actually," Dean said. "It might be."

“How?” Sam asked his older brother. “In what reality?”

“It’s been a strange year. We should get a second opinion.” Dean said. He pulled out his phone and headed over to the couch to take a seat. You headed over to the table to sit across from Sam as you occupied yourself for a moment to read over some police reports. Bobby's home phone rang a few times before the man picked up. "What do you know about dragons?"

“What? Nothing.” Bobby said. Dean pressed the older hunter for more information when he told the man that he was being serious here “Well, they’re not like the Loch Ness monster, Dean. Dragons aren't real.”

“Could you make a feel calls?” Dean asked anyway.

“To who, Hogwarts?” Bobby sarcastically suggested, not sure who he'd even ask for advice on something like this.

"Humor me." Dean said. He could almost imagine Bobby rolling his eyes in annoyance when he mumbled an agreement from the other end of the line. "You're a gentleman and a scholar."

“Yeah, yeah.” Bobby grumbled underneath his breath. There was a pause of silence between the two men for a moment before the older hunter spoke up, deciding to ask for an update about you and Sam. "Hey, how's Memento doing over there? He caught you in any lies yet? And what about Carrie? You seeing any sort of side effects from her?"

“Everything’s fine. Sam and Y/N say hey.” Dean said, keeping the conversation normal like always when he noticed you looked over in his direction for a moment at the mention of your name. You looked back down to your paperwork as you flipped to another page. Sam continued on researching like normal. Dean ended the call and stared at his phone for a moment, feeling slightly funny and guilty about how Bobby was handling all of this.

"You okay?" Your question made the older Winchester quickly glance up from his phone and back up to you. You gave him a concerned look from how he suddenly appeared. While he said that everything was all right, you had a sneaky suspicion of what it might have been. You would leave the conversation for later when Sam wasn’t around. “Bobby say anything?”

Dean answered with a simple, nope. You rolled your eyes when the man pushed himself up to his feet and headed across the room. While you didn't have concrete proof that dragons were the cause of all of this, you decided to take a crack at what research you might be able to find on dragons. You remained as you were from your spot at the table as time passed from the phone call with Bobby. You now had your laptop in front of you as you tried to research more information about dragons on different websites to try and pinpoint what they were and how to defeat one. If that was what you were up against. All of it felt like a bunch of nonsense.

The idea of hunting a dragon, the mythical creature that you remembered from your childhood fairy tales as being the obstacle that stood in the way of the brave knight who had to slay the beast and rescue the princess. You wondered in all of those fairy tales that the princess was a virgin herself. Might have explained the dragon element. One of the dragons you remembered from your childhood was from Sleeping Beauty. Maleficent, the evil queen, turned into a dragon to ward off Prince Philip who tried to rescue Aurora. Your entire life you thought that things like this were just part of tales and video games. And in the beginning of the year you would have never suspected of Alpha monsters or this little place called Purgatory. It turned out this year was for a lot of firsts.

“Dad never wrote anything about dragons. I promise.” Dean said. You glanced up from your laptop screen for a moment to see that he was talking to his little brother. Sam was sitting on one of the motel beds, flipping through their father’s journal for some kind of new information about the thing you were hunting. “I’d remember if I read The Neverending Story in there.”

Sam decided to flip through one more page to see if he could find anything useful. He found himself stopping for a moment and stared at a drawing of some sort that struck some weird sort of familiarity. "Hey, did we hunt a skinwalker lately?"

You felt yourself suddenly become frozen in your position at what you heard. Your eyes slowly moved away from the screen and to the oldest Winchester that sat across from you. You suddenly became overwhelmed with joy when you realized that you were sitting with your back to Sam, so he couldn't see your moment of panic before you pulled yourself together.

"No." You said. You turned around in your spot so you were now facing the man. “This is your first case you insisted on helping out since coming back. Why?”

“I don’t know. Just deja vu or something.” Sam said. You pretended to be the confused one here as Dean played a mean poker face, making the younger Winchester feel irked at this feeling that came over him. He thought about it for a moment or so, making the urge grow stronger. “Are you guys sure? I could have sworn—”

“You gotta remember your eggs are still a little bit scrambled. But, yeah. I'm sure." Dean said. Sam didn't seem convinced all that much about the feeling. But he left it alone. You let out a quiet sigh of relief and turned your attention forward, you went back to your research as Dean's phone began ringing once more. "Hey, Bobby. What do you got?"

“Can’t believe she didn’t jump right to mind. Dr. Visyak, Medieval Studies, SFU.” Bobby said, giving a source that might help lead all of you into figuring out how to stop these things.

“Dr. Visyak, SFU. Got it. Thanks.” Dean said. He ended the call after writing down the info on a piece of paper and ripped off the scrap. “All right, wrap it up, Nancy Drew. You and I are taking a little field trip.”

“What, what?” You asked. “Where are we going?”

“San Francisco. We’re going to try and figure out how to kill these things.” Dean said. You shut your laptop and pushed yourself up to your feet as he began grabbing his bag and jacket. “Sam, figure out where they are while we’re gone.”

“Did Bobby say where they like to park?” Sam asked, hoping for a helpful hint in the right direction to make his life easier. Dean lead with the unfortunate answer of no. “Great. Back to the lore.”

“Which says what, that they live in Middle-earth?” Dean asked.

"No, caves. It was one of the most consistent answers I could find during research. Might be a bit helpful, Sammy. And If you run into any trouble, call me." You answered the older Winchester with an actual answer as you headed for the door with your laptop in your hands. As you waited for the older Winchester, you noticed right away that Dean rolled his eyes. “What?”

"You two are such nerds." Dean said. Your lips stretched into a smile, taking it as a compliment.

“Thank you. Now, come my knight in shining armor.” You said. You dragged Dean out the door as you followed behind, not leaving right away before you said a quick goodbye to the younger WInchester. “Remember, if you need my help, I’m a phone call away.”

Sam noted your helpful offer, but he doubt you would be getting a phone call to or back from San Francisco. If anything Sam loved about hunting, it was research. He could get himself lost for hours trying to find the right answer. It was also something you felt comfortable leaving the man to do by himself. You also didn't mind the idea of spending some time with Dean and learning about some new information about dragons Call it a win-win.

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