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The Unknowns: Nineteen

This is a continuation for The Unknowns. A one shot turned into a long ass Prologue. Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Four.Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven. Part Eight. Part Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen.

Dean x Psychic!reader

Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.

Word count: 3545

Lines borrowed from season two episode one, “In my time of dying” in Bold.

I stood leaning against the porch railing staring out into the junkyard. The sun was hovering just above the horizon inching its way down, its last rays reaching my face with a gentle warmth.

A soft buzz in the back of my mind soothed and amazed me at the same time. I could still feel Dean. No emotions or anything else passed through the bond but I knew he was alive and right now that was everything.

Whatever Pamela had done, the static and the oppressive sense bearing down on me were dampened, tucked away under a heavy blanket. But Dean was still here. I closed my eyes and tugged on the buzz. I sighed as the hum spread, vibrating down my neck then out along my arms, soft and comforting like his energy was brushing down my arms to settle in my hands.

Darkness fell and I opened my eyes. What little was left of the light was being swallowed by the cars and trucks at the outskirts of the junkyard.

“I’ll get him to see reason.” I glanced over my shoulder, Jess was standing at the front door watching me. “I’ll kick his ass if I have to, or you know, just deny him certain things.”

I forced a soft laugh but her sadness swept through me matching my own. She meant well but the thought hurt her just as much as it hurt me. “I knew this would happen. I wanted to tell him and I couldn’t wait for the day when you two would be together again but I feared it too. You shouldn’t deny yourself anything. We both know it wouldn’t do anyone any good. Thank you for the sentiment though.”

She walked over to my side, “you gave us a chance to be together. That fact alone will bring him around.”

I glanced at her as she leaned her arms on the railing facing out toward the yard but her eyes were darting toward me. “I know but I don't think things could ever be the same.”

“We survived a good amount of shit we probably shouldn’t have. I think that gives us a better chance than most.” She reached over and closed her hand around mine, “come on, let’s get some sleep.”

I looked at the woman that had changed so much in such a short time but that’s what this world did. You either adapted or died and Jess just wasn’t the type to give up. “Okay.” I turned with her and didn’t drop her hand. It felt too good to release.

We walked upstairs and into the room where I had slept fitfully earlier. I was nervous that I wouldn’t sleep well without him but Jess squeezed my hand. I studied her, “did Pamela show you some spell to read my mind or something?”

A sad smile curved her lips, “it’s all over your face. I barely know him and I miss him, I can only imagine what it’s like for you but I think… it’s kind of like how much I missed you only magnified by a thousand or you know the heat of the sun.” She grinned, “something like that.”

I never knew what it would be like to have a sister until the few days I spent with Jess after I returned her soul. She was perfect in so many ways and I had been so happy for Sam until it hit me that I would have to lie to him about her. Then I realized how hard it must be to lose someone like her. I had been so mad at the situation in the beginning even though I knew it had to be done. I had felt the demon that night and he felt so much stronger than when I was a kid. He felt even stronger now.

We brushed our teeth side by side but remained quiet. It was comforting even though our connection didn’t have that buzz it had when I had first returned her soul. Our connection had settled into a normal zone like the one I had with Sam but hers would always be a little more. Pamela said the effects from taking on her soul would lessen but they would never be broken until death. In a way, our souls had linked for that night that hers resided alongside mine and even though hers didn’t intertwine like Dean’s had done, a small filament would always remain from that contact. Like Sammy was my little brother no matter what we were going through at the time, Jess would always be my sister.

Back in the bedroom, we changed in silence and I crawled into the bed. “You’re staying with me, right?” I hadn’t thought about it until that moment, how much I didn’t want to be alone tonight.

She smirked, “and miss a chance to sleep with you? Never.”

I chuckled, “if Dean ever hears you say that…”

She raised her brow as she climbed in beside me. “Oh, he’s one of those, huh?”

I rolled to my side and watched her, “a man? Yes.”

“You know, I never got to figure out if Sam was one of those…” Her gaze dropped, “he was never completely open, you know? And the crazy reasons I had thought…” She chuckled and I grabbed her hand.

“He wanted to tell you, he wanted you to know all about him but he was afraid. Not only of what he could bring to you but I think a part of him was afraid you’d think he was crazy and not believe him. He always wanted normal so badly, but maybe now that he has you, our sort of normal won’t be so bad.”

Jess smiled, “normal is boring.”

I giggled picturing Sam’s expression, “I can see him rolling his eyes now.” I rolled to my back and looked up at the ceiling. “There was this one time when we tried to have one holiday that was normal. It was this big surprise my mom, Dean, and I had tried to do for him. My mom had been cooking all day and sat down to play cards with us for a break. The look on his face throughout that whole day smelling everything that was cooking and even helping my mom with a few things, it was worth... everything.” My vision blurred and I blinked it away. “We tried again a couple years later in this crappy motel and even though it was all store bought food, it was the only time everything went as we planned which honestly was a fluke.”

“That first time was the day your dad died, wasn’t it?” Jess was quiet.

I nodded, “he suffered so much loss by such a young age. I still remember the way he hugged my mom when she finally realized my dad was gone. Even then he always wanted to help people, to ease their suffering.”

Her fingers brushed my cheek and I turned my head toward her. Her eyes glistened, “so did you. He said you were the strongest person he’d ever known.”

The tear rolled down the side of my face and absorbed into the pillow, “because I had them.”

The look in her eyes shifted with the dull echo of her emotion in my chest, sorrow morphing into determination with such a strong sense of love bolstering it. “And now I have you and you have me too.”

Sam couldn’t have chosen a better person to stand by his side and a better fit for our world. “It’s kind of insane how well you fit in with us. Most people would run away screaming.”

“I may have screamed a little in the beginning. In my head anyway. But then when you live inside someone else for a night and your body survives a fire… it’s kind of hard to be surprised by things anymore.” She smirked.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it or hold it back, it burst out of me like a wild hostage. Jess lost her battle with holding it too. We lay side by side cackling like psychos trying to breathe and crying all the while. Maybe we were insane, but at least we had each other.

I finally gained some control again and stared at the ceiling. My chest ached and I raked in as much air as I could to soothe it. My cheeks ached too but for some reason, it didn't really bother me. Those good aches never did.

Soft murmurings rose from the wall beside me and I looked at Jess. She heard it too.

“Downstairs, maybe? Bobby and Pamela?” Jess whispered as she sat up and leaned toward me. I pressed my ear to the wall, “can you make out what they’re saying?”

I shook my head, “it's too muffled.” I pulled away, “sounds clearer when I’m not pressing my ear to the wall.”

Jess looked around the room and got off the bed, “a vent.” She moved around looking behind the dresser at the head of the bed and then ducking down to look under us. “There.”

I climbed off the bed and we pulled it away from the wall. We knelt down in front of the small rectangle vent.

“You’re not protecting her anymore by keeping her in the dark. She needs to know before someone else gives her their version of it and tries to use her.”

Jess glanced at me and whispered, “Pamela?”

I nodded as other questions flew through my mind. My eyes widened at the voice that echoed up through the vent.

“What is it with you guys thinking it’s some birthright?”

I felt Jess’s stare and glanced at her, “my mother.”

“It’s not but it’s information that could be used to push her to do something. What if Azazel tells her? Would you rather he corrupted it for his own purpose?” Pamela’s voice was agitated, her frustration hit me like a hammer which only meant it was much worse downstairs but my mother’s anger was still more sledgehammer.

“She would never believe him!”

“How are you so sure? If he told her we lied and never wanted to tell her? He could spin it any way he wanted because she wouldn’t know the truth.” Pamela kept full control of her volume, unlike my mother. It was only when Pamela got real quiet that shit was getting lethal. She kept her voice level because she knew my mother and was trying to keep her calm but my mother’s voice had already raised in volume and next would be pitch.

“Like the truth is any better! You know what it did to them! They became obsessed with a ghost story!” And there’s the pitch raise.

“We need to tell her. If we don’t, I can promise you someone else will and if they change it to suit their needs, we’ll never know what our baby girl is walking into!” Pamela’s voice had changed slightly, turned gruff yet airy.

My mother gasped and a loud thud reverberated through the vent. A chill invaded my body and something familiar flickered in my chest, it was heavy and made it so hard to breathe.

“You’re not protecting her by doing this, you’re cutting her off at the knees and serving her to them on a silver platter!” Pamela’s voice had risen. It wasn't like her at all and only twisted the feeling in my chest.

My mother let out a strangled sob and Bobby’s low timber vibrated through the vent but his words were too soft. Footsteps faded until it fell silent. Too silent.

My heart was pounding and roaring in my ears. My face was wet and I sucked in a tortured breath. Something just happened and I had no idea what, but I felt... I felt my father.

Jess touched my shoulder, “what… was that? What do you think they were talking about?” Her voice shook and I wondered if she felt it too as I looked into her confused gaze.

I pushed off the floor and rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and skidded to a stop in the study. It was empty. Completely and unnaturally empty. Absolutely nothing lingered.

Jess grabbed the doorframe as she slid to a stop but didn't say a word, just scanned the area before walking into the study.

I still couldn’t breathe and my chest began to scream. I walked around her, through the house, and out the front door. Bobby stood on the porch leaning against the railing. “Hey, kid.” He glanced my way and did a double take, “you okay?”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was nothing. Bobby strode to me and wrapped me in his solace. My lungs finally filled with an agonizing breath. The odd sounds echoing off whatever was nearby finally registered in my head. It was sobbing, maybe keening was the better description, and it was all coming from me.

I had never been able to turn everything off like that but maybe it wasn't me. The thought seemed to make it heavier. Bobby’s arms tightened, he was holding me up. Instead of fighting it, I leaned against him, soaking his shirt but he didn’t say anything. There was no need for calming words and he seemed to know that.

Ever since I met him, the one thing that never changed was his all consuming calm. For a man who had lost his life and was forced into a new one, he was always sure in his place. The fact that he never had any children to blanket with the love he had inside was a crime against nature itself. From the moment Pamela introduced him to me, I knew I was always meant to meet him and to know him because I needed him in my life. I could never explain it and I didn't want to.

I wanted my dad and I craved Dean so much it physically hurt. A pain in my chest like hot gashes tearing down my chest. If I couldn’t have them, I wouldn’t ask for anyone other than the sanctuary I was enclosed in. The one I was free to let go in knowing I would never be turned away.

When I finally got a hold of myself, the pain in my chest dug in deeper, gouging harder. I choked out, “what is going on?”

“You and me both, kiddo.”

“It hurts so bad. I… I can't breathe.”

“Just deep, calm breaths. You can do that. One breath at a time.”

But the pain only increased, like my chest was being crushed in a vise. “Bobby…” I looked up into his eyes begging for help and tried to suck in air but my lungs wouldn't inflate. Panic flooded my system kick-starting whatever had shut it down. “Something’s… wrong.”

Bobby pulled away scanning my face and then looked down. I grabbed my sides gasping for breath against the vicious pain engulfing me. Bobby yelled something but I barely heard him.

Suddenly, hands were on my face but then I couldn't feel them. Everything was being sucked away, that buzzing was gone but so was Dean’s simmering hum. Unnatural silence. That was really starting to piss me off. Then it was just dark.

The loud ringing jolted through the black haze and I cracked my eyes open. My chest ached but I could finally breathe.

“Is that her phone?”

“Pama...la?” My throat felt like sandpaper and everything was still fuzzy.

I felt Pamela come closer and Jess’s voice followed, “who is it?”

I snatched my phone from the nightstand hoping it was Dean, I needed to hear his voice. “Hey,” I croaked.

“Thank god, Y/n, you guys need to move, the demon was in my dad, we got him out but… Dean needs a doctor.”

“You should've shot me! You could've ended this!” John’s voice pierced my aching head.

“Christ…” I rubbed my head but then Sam’s words sunk in. “What's wrong with him?” But I already knew, I grabbed my chest as I stared at Pamela, “it's his chest, isn't it?” He was weak… tired but it was there, his hum. Pamela’s eyes were closed and she laid her hand on my chest, her lips moving but she was silent. I sucked in a deep breath as the energy surged into my chest. “Sam, what happened?”

“The demon…” smashing metal and glass screamed through the phone. I ripped it away from my head and stared at it. The screeching filled the room and I couldn't breathe yet the energy still thrived, surging through my veins, frantically infusing my muscles.

When the silence finally hit, it was too much. I sat up and screamed their names not caring who answered as long as someone did.

I jerked toward Pamela and saw Jess standing at her side staring at the phone in my hands. I looked back at it and the pain in my hand registered, I tried to loosen my fingers but they wouldn't respond. Pamela pressed the speakerphone button then uncurled my fingers.

I met her gaze but everything was wrong. I couldn't feel anything. “I can't…” I couldn't even complete a sentence or a thought. The silence was too thick, too long, too unbearable. Fucking unnatural silence!

“He can't be.” Jess. My gaze shot to hers, the tears filling her eyes. It couldn’t be so cruel… this couldn't be the way… I flinched at the metal screeching and stared at the phone.

“Back. Or...” the phone line crackled then Sam’s voice was back, “I swear to God.”

Jess let out a cry and covered her mouth. I leaned toward the phone and closed my eyes, listening as hard as I could.

“You won't, you're saving that bullet for someone else.”

The cock of a gun racked my brain like a searing whip. “You wanna bet?”

Static blared from the phone and then the line dropped.

“Sam.”

Pamela was moving before any of us, rushing from the room. Jess shook her head and looked at me, “can we track his phone if it's dead?”

I shook my head and regretted it. Grabbing it, I replied, “I don't think so.”

“Dean’s. We might get lucky. Or John’s, he was there.”

Bobby hustled from the room and I pushed myself to my feet. My muscles singing at finally expelling energy but I tripped over my own feet.

Jess grabbed me and wrapped her arm around my back, “we’ll find them. We have to. This is definitely not how this ends.”

At least I wasn't the only one thinking about how fucked up that would be. But the pain radiating from my chest wasn't filling me with confidence.

We were halfway down the stairs when the angry voices caught my attention. Jess was worrying her lip, nervous anticipation rattled through me but it was laced with determination. She knew what the fighting was about and I had been off in my own world.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and my mother was storming toward us. “You will get back in bed right now! You are in no condition…”

“Condition?” I choked out as heat lashed out to my arms from my chest, I dug my fingernails into my palms, “I'm going to Dean. I will always go to him no matter my condition.” I spat out the last word and she flinched but she wasn't done. She was never done. I growled, “I'm going and you cannot stop me.”

Her eyes flashed and her fear rippled out. “I forbid it! This is a trap!”

Pamela shouted, “she bonded with him!”

“YOU WHAT?!” My mother roared and stared at me like I'd just committed a cardinal sin. If she believed in those.

I raised my chin, “we did. And I'm going to him, I will do whatever it takes to save him.”

“How did you…” the color drained from her face and she turned to Pamela, “how did they..?”

I stared at my mother but felt nothing. She rarely shut everything down like that and I couldn't remember the last time because I had gained control of my ability so long ago.

“You've seen their connection since before they were teens. No one thought a bond could be a possibility anymore but they did it. There's nothing you can change now. She’s weak because he is and she will only continue to get worse if he does. I've seen it once before and I'm not going to watch it get worse. We’ll be back. Jackson will take you to the next safe house. We’ll see you again soon.” Pamela left no room for argument and glanced at Jess and I then tilted her head toward the front door.

We started forward and my mother stepped aside without another look in my direction. I threw up the wall knowing I wouldn't be able to handle the disappointment or whatever else she was feeling right now. I could deal with her later but I didn't know if I could deal with Dean’s loss. That wasn't a question I needed to be answered.

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