#and bobby didn't put his foot down and take sam and dean from their dad

[midnightwinterhawk]

I am a day late for the sleepover Saturday asks, but... who in Teen Wolf would you ship Bobby Singer with?

I am over a week late for my response but when I tell you I haven't stopped thinking about this whole time it's been sitting here.. Literally thinking about it every day and I'm still not happy with the answer but,

I gotta go with Bobby and Noah John.

On one hand, I think they'd be terrible together because, you know, an officer of the law and crazy man with at least 20 fake IDs, hundreds of unlicensed and illegal weapons, and a disdain for rules.

But then.

They both fiercely love their kids. They'll do anything for them. Like, these two probably met when Stiles stumbled across something he shouldn't, Sam and Dean got involved somehow and John arrested them, then "FBI agent" Bobby came to town to bail them out.

Cue John and Bobby bonding over drinks about how much grief their kids put them through, John going on a tangent about "I don't condone working outside the law but sometimes that's the only solution", and it doesn't happen overnight but eventually mutual respect turns into a something more.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged: @spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

[6mommymilkers9]

With Death Comes Love

Pairing- Dean x Castiel

               Triggers- Character Death

   Summary- With Chuck defeated, Dean can finally be with his angel.

God, The Father, one humans looked up to for guidance and safety. Well that was all a lie; a lie Sam and Dean Winchester had to find out the hard way.

Through losing their loved ones, watching humanity and everything in it disappear right in front of their eyes. They watched as God, known as Chuck, destroyed everything they tried to fix and loved dearly.

But in the end, the Winchesters got the upper hand, they won.

As Chuck begged for Sam and Dean to kill him, to finish the untold story, they left with smiles across their faces, Dean wrapping an arm around his brother, but inside he was still hurting. Hurting because of a certain Seraph, Castiel.

The brothers had known Castiel for years, becoming family through all the fights, bruises, and multiple deaths. But to Dean, Castiel was much more than a friend. He wished with his whole being he could see Castiel one last time, but life wasn't too kind to him, so it was an unanswered prayer in the end.

Getting back into the infamous 67' Chevy Impala, Dean drove off with his brother, and Jack, Chuck's cries fading behind them. Giving a light, hearty laugh, Dean looked at Sam and Jack.

"We did it. We're free."

Sam smiled at his brother and patted his shoulder, nodding at his brothers words, Jack giving a shy smile as he sat in the backseat.

"Let's go home guys. We deserve a break; it's not everyday you defeat God." Sam spoke, his voice light, yet broad.

Dean didn't say anything, only putting the petal to the metal as he drove back to the bunker, safely putting away Baby as they went home, jogging down the stairs and taking off his cloth jacket, throwing it onto the map covered table, earning a huff from Sam.

"Can't you put that in your room or something? I just clean this place a few days ago."

"Come on Sammy, it's time to celebrate. Worry about the damned jacket later." Rolling his eyes, Dean started to walk away, the heavy steps of his books echoing, but he was stopped in his tracks as jack spoke up.

"Sam, Dean," He started, his baby blue eyes looking between the men he called his fathers. "I can't stay."

Sam and Dean looked at Jack, curiosity and confusion in their eyes.

"Why not? You're, well, you're him now, you don't have to leave." Dean retorted, furrowing his brows lightly.

Jack just gave a soft smile, shaking his head. "That's the thing. I am now God and I have work to do. There are many things Chuck broke that I need to fix."

Exhaling, Dean stood still as he looked down, knowing Jack was right. It wasn't like he could stay forever, he was his own person. "Okay kid. But if you ever need us, you know where we are."

Jack nodded, raising his hand, "Goodbye Sam, Dean. I love you both."

With that, Jack walked away, fading into the air as he took a step up the stairs.

Dean gave a sad smile, looking at his brother before continuing to walk to the kitchen. "Come on Sam we need a beer." Sam chuckled as he followed his brother, catching a beer his brother tossed. Untwisting the cap, Sam took a sip of the cool liquid, sitting down with his brother at the kitchen table.

"Who knew one day we would stop God. Remember when demons were our biggest enemy? Dad would be proud Dean, Cas would have too."

Putting down his beer, Dean gave an uncertain smile as he looked at Sam. "I know they would've Sammy. I just wish Cas was here." Sam nodded, watching as Dean got up from the wooden chair.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, Dean just looking at his brother for a moment before speaking. "To my room. Think imma catch some z's."

Before Sam could say anything, Dean left the kitchen, walking through the bunker until he got to room 11, his room. Closing the door behind himself, Dean sat at the foot of his bed, taking a sip of his beer as he let the tears fall. Tears that hid behind his eyes, but were now free.

With his body shaking, Dean put his beer on the ground as he held his face in his hands, thinking of only one person.

"Cas....Cas I'm so sorry. I wish I could tell you I loved you. But, but I waited too long." He sobbed, fighting the air in frustration as he collapsed on the ground, letting his emotions wrap around him like  a blanket. "You stupid angel! Why couldn't you just stay! I need you Cas!"

It continued like that for days, Dean wrapped in sadness while Sam tried to help him. The younger Winchester knew Dean was taking his death hard, so he drove into research, hoping hunting could help his brother like it had many times before.

"Dean, so get this," Sam started, getting Dean's attention as Sam told him the details of the hunt, and Dean agreed to go. That would be his down fall.

Now with a large nail rod through his chest, Dean looked into Sam's tearful eyes, trying to comfort his brother. "It will be okay Sammy. I will be okay. I love you so much baby brother." Those would be his last words as he took his last breath, Sam holding Dean's body as he cried.

Looking around, Dean took a breath, dusting his jacket. "At least I made it to heaven."

"We all did Dean." a familiar voice said, causing Dean to look over and find Bobby. He walked over to Bobby, confused, asking how he was in free in heaven, believing he was still in heaven's cell.

"Your boy Jack got me out and fixed this place up, and not only this place, he also brought someone out of the Empty." Adjusting in his chair, Bobby nodded to the direction next to him. "Speaking of which, that someone is over there."

Looking over, time seemed to stop as Dean saw was him, his angel.

"Cas." He whispered, running over to the angel, enveloping him into a hug, which Castiel reciprocated, earning a large smile from the cosmic being.

"I thought I lost ya man. I thought....I thought you were gone." Dean spoke, searching Castiel's eyes as if he were just a hallucination. Castiel shook his head, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder, which fit right onto the same handprint he gave Dean many years ago.

"I'm here now Dean. Jack has a way of annoying The Empty."

Giving a breathless chuckle, Dean grabbed Castiel's face into his palm, his heart beating quickly, even though he was dead. "Cas, what you said before you were taken, they have stuck with me, and I just want you to know, I love you too."

Smashing his lips onto Castiel's, he held the angel tight, with Castiel kissing him right back as if it would be the first and the last time.

Even if it took Dean to die to see Castiel again, Dean would've died a million more to see his lover again just for this moment to last and thankfully, it would.

[kunt-dracula]

Everybody Loves A Clown

Supernatural Rewrite.

OC, Sam, Dean

TW: Cursing...that's about it.🤣

I pull my leather jacket on as I bound down the staircase, denѕe boots thumping against the old wood. I call out to Sam—repeating his name when I receive no response. He must be out in the yard with his brother.

I make my way into the kitchen upon hearing clinking plates.

"Sam outside?"

Bobby doesn't look up from his aggressive scrubbing of a cast iron pan. "Nope. He and Dean left."

I raise my brows. Hm. Guess they caught wind of another case. Hey, if it means I don't have to drag them along with me on mine, I'm not complaining at all.

Without asking any further questions, I hoist my backpack further on my shoulder "Well, guess I'll see Ellen and Jo by myself."

"And while you're there tell those boys that the next time they eat here they gotta wash the dishes. At least then they wouldn't be completely freeloading."

I twist my body back to Bobby. "I thought you said they left?"

Bobby shuts off the faucet. "They did leave. They went to the Roadhouse."

"What!? Dammit, I told them to wait!"

Instantly becoming angry I spin on my heels and rush to the door, swinging it open. I hear Bobby yell something behind me, but I can't hear him over my feet stomping against the gravel in addition to my heavy breathing.

I yank the other strap of my backpack on the other arm, securing it. Since the case was in-state, I decided on riding my bike.

I throw my leg over the pillion of my 2005 Triumph Rocket III and drop my weight onto it. Keeping it up is pricey; hell the bike itself is expensive, but I managed to do both for free.

-

How I got this piece was I took it from the leader of this werewolf biker gang. After I killed him and a few of his goons, I looted them for some things. They were too nice to go to waste. The dead gang members didn't have much honestly. There were three of them—with the exception of the leader— and I only got a little less than three hundred bucks. But the leader...oh man, a holy grail.

I couldn't boost the fairly nice house from him. But not only did I get this motorcycle off him, but I also got this badass 2005 Dodge Ram 1500—as well as some nice jewelry. I could tell it wasn't his, so I instantly concluded that he had done some stealing himself. Not being aware of who the owner was I pawned the jewelry off under a false alias and got a few stacks for it.

Shoving my right foot against the kick-start lever—undoubtedly using more than likely with more force than necessary—the bike roars to life. Fairly new motor purring loudly, vibrating vigorously between my thighs.

I snatch my helmet off the front of the bike—almost forgetting to put it on—pushing my head into it. I kick up the kickstand with the heel of my boot, and peel through the yard, leaving a trailing cloud of dust behind me.

*12 MINUTES LATER*

Upon turning into the parking lot, I spot the beat-up, poorly maintained minivan I gave Sam the keys to earlier this morning. It was the only functioning car Bobby had. It was bad off, but I had fixed it up to where it'd get you where you needed to be.

Haphazardly parking my bike, I shut off the engine and remove my helmet—hanging it from the right handle. 

The wood groans under my weight as I ascend the few steps to the paint chipped door. I push it open, only a fraction surprised at what I see.

Jo was holding a rifle on Dean, who was holding his nose, and Ellen had a handgun pointed at Sam.

"See this is why I told you to wait." I couldn't help but sound 'matter-of-fact.' Hell I told them, but they didn't listen, and I knew how Ellen and Jo were with strangers showing up unannounced.

Four pairs of eyes instantly snap to me. "Hi Ellen," I nod "Jo."

"Hey sweetie, don't mind us, just some guys wandered in, looking to score probably." Ellen narrows her eyes at Sam who was looking back and forth between the 9mm pointed at his face and me, a pleading look in his eyes.

I shrug my bag off, setting it on the table. "They didn't come to steal. I know them. They're Sam and Dean, or dumb and dumber—which is quickly becoming a good replacement."

"Sam and Dean? Winchester?" Her face softens. I nod, confirming.

"Son of a bitch." She mutters.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Jo asks.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." She lets out a laugh, lowering the gun. Jo slowly does the same. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." She gives Dean a smile.

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean questions, nasally. She fills a hand towel with ice and offers it to Dean, without saying a word.

"Bobby called said you had a case for me. You needed help with something?"

"Yeah," she leans an elbow against the bar. "Demon. Heard he was closing in on it."

"He? He who?"

"John Winchester. I actually called you when he didn't return my calls."

"Ah. I see." Aware of where she kept files, I rounded the bar and slid the file cabinet drawer open. Flicking through the row of folders until I found what I needed. I open the Manila folder and frown. A lot of the writing from these newspaper articles are small. And I don't have my reading glasses. My vision is really good when pin pointing objects or when something's out of place but if it's words? Sometimes I catch hell. Glancing over at the drying rack an idea pops into my mind, and I lift a small shot glass from the rack.

"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean demanded.

I slam the drawer closed with my hip. "The same way you do, genius. She's not new to the world of hunters." I circle my way back from behind the bar. I'm rewarded a dirty look from the man.

"I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad, a long time ago. John was like family once." Her lips curl up into a small smile as she reminisces.

"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?" Dean questioned, skeptical. Ellen's response was a mere shrug. "So why exactly do we need your help?"

"What's with mister moody over there?" I glance up from the open folder in my hand to see Jo slinking to stand next to me. She mirrors my position of leaning back against the hard wood of the bar.

"Their dad got off'd by a demon a few days ago," I whisper back, my eyes falling back on the newspaper article. "I'm not sure they know it was a demon though. Dude reeked of sulfur, but I'm pretty sure I was the only one that could smell it." I run the glass, rim-down across the page, the words becoming magnified.

"Have you told them about your 'abilities'?"

"Hell no! I barely know them. The only reason I'm around them is that Bobby wants me to. The old geezer's suddenly scared something's gonna happen to me."

"Well, you are like his daughter Essie." God, I hated when she called me that. "From what you've told me, he doesn't have anyone except you." I huff. I'm getting lectures left and right.

"Ash!" Me and Jo can't help but jump at Ellen's abrupt shout. Ash, who was asleep on the pool table jerks up with a start. Honestly, I'm not surprised I didn't notice him before. I've been coming here for years, and I'm so accustomed to seeing him drunkenly sprawled out, I just consider him furniture. "What? It closing time?" He grumbles, looking around in a daze.

"That's Ash?" Sam questions in disbelief.

"Yep." I walk past him, plucking the thick folder from its spot on the table in front of him before he has time to react.

"He's a genius." Jo smiles, pushing off the bar and walking behind it. I snicker.

"No," I grab the glass of water from the bar and saunter over to where he was. "These guys and I need your help with some info." I slide the water to him, and he looks up at me, his lips spread in a lazy smile. Here it comes.

"Well for you I'll help any way I can, Darlin'." As always, his eyes almost instantaneously fall to my breast. He goes to lean an elbow on the table but, misses and begins to fall until I grab his forearm--steadying him. "See I'm fallin' for you." I can't help but break into a smile at his cheesy flirting.

"Stop flirtin' with Essence and read the damn notes." Ellen scolds, but it's obvious she's amused as well.

"You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean states.

Ash smiled. "I like you."

"Don't doubt him." I did the same when I first met him, and he shocked the hell outta me. "Just give him a chance." I add.

"Alright. This is about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it." Dean watches as Ash opens the folder and skims through it.

"Come on, this crap ain't real. There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this." Ash scoffs.

"Apparently so, their dad seemed to be able to do it." I shrug.

"There are non-parametric, statistical overviews, prospects, and correlations, I mean, damn!" He wheezes.

"These are omens." A piece of paper catches my eye, I drag my fingers across the lines.

"Basically if you can track these, you won't have much of a problem tracking the demon behind it." I glance up at the boys to see a mixture of both impressed and confused expressions. 

"Yeah." Ash nods in agreement. "You know like, crop failures, electrical storms...You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun." he trails off, picking up another sheet.

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me," he ponders briefly. "Fifty-one hours." He stands to leave.

"Hey, man?" Dean stops him.

"Yeah." He turns to face us again.

"I, uh, dig the haircut."

"All business up front, party in the back." I chuckle as he flips his hair and shrugs before leaving the room.

"Hey, Ellen, what's that?" Ellen looks back at the space behind her before looking back at Sam.

"Well, that's Essie's police scanner she left here a year ago and never took it back." I scrunch my face.

"Hey now, first of all, I left it because I got a new one. Secondly, I left it so you could be more aware of what's going on and keep tabs on things."

With Ellen's folder still in my hand, I move over to the bar and slide on the stool next to Sam. "Hey, look at this, " I open the folder and place the first few pages of the article between us. I could see that in big red marker it had written on it:

COUPLE MURDERED

CHILD LEFT ALIVE

MEDFORD, WISC.

"Read over this again. I already did but, I don't have my reading glasses, so my vision is fucked up when It comes to words. You might see something I missed." He nods and grabs the sheets.

I fixate myself with something I have no problem seeing clearly. Photos of the victims, their information, etc.

The bar was all-around quiet. Except for Dean and Jo who were having an indistinct conversation on the farther side of the room, next to the windows.

"So uh," Sam starts. "How have you been. Its been what... five or six years since we last saw each other?" He asks with humor.

"Seven actually," I respond dryly, not lifting my eyes from the photos. "We were freshmen." I flip one and move to the next. "As for me, I've been fine. Grown accustomed to being alone." I murmur adding a shrug, more than likely to keep from visibly cringing at the statement I had unintentionally let slip from my lips. I could hope he hadn't heard me, but I already know he has by the way he's looking at me. Although I've still failed to make eye contact with the guy I can still feel his eyes staring at the side of my face.

"Dean," I call him over, not quite because I wanted too but, I needed to change the subject before it progressed any further. "Come take a look at this." At this statement, Sam leans closer to me, and Dean stands next to me, leaning his body against the bar. I frown at the uncomfortable closeness. "Too fucking close." I shake my head. They both mumble a 'sorry' and put some distance between them and me.

I roll my eyes. "A few murders not far from here Ellen caught wind of. And with my expertise, this damn sure looks like a hunt."

"Since when are you an 'expert' in hunting?" I turn my head towards the eldest and shoot him a harsh glare, before shifting my expression into one of smugness. "Since I saved your tight ass—not once but twice since we met less than a month ago." I slide off the stool and brush past him to the table I left my bag on, but not before gauging the look on his face. I can tell Dean's taken aback by my response at the way his brows furrow deeply. He clears his throat, crossing his arms. "So what's your point?"

"My point, Sweetcheeks, is that we're taking the case." I stuff the folder in my bag and pull out my Mossberg 500 12 Gauge Shotgun. Although I had intended on riding my bike to—what I thought was a nearby town in South Dakota but is actually a town in Wisconsin, I should go and swap out for my truck. Another good reason is the center of what's going on isn't really familiar to me at first mention, so who knows what and how many of it am I going to need to take it out.

"No, absolutely not." He protests. "You're not tagging along with us. Give me the folder." With my instincts, I hear his heavy feet approach me, and I turn, gun in hand. I grip the pump and flick my wrist harshly, gun clicking as it cocks. He immediately stops in his tracks.

"You really wanna try taking it from me?" I tilt my head. He's highly annoyed but shakes his head regardless. "Smart boy." I smile and the bag over my shoulder, shotgun still in my right clutch.

"Now come on," I pat his stubbled face with my hand and walk past him yet again. "Got a lot of work to do."

[carrotcakesblog]

All Hell Breaks Loose (1/?)

The reader makes a deal to save Sam

"Well, this isn't creepy," you scoffed as the Impala came to a stop by a creepy forest. Dean and Bobby got out of the car first. You sat in the back and watched them examine their surroundings. "It looks like the rest of the way's on foot," Bobby broke the silence he then turned around and opened the door for you. "Hurry up, let's go (Y/n)," quickly you got out and shut the door after yourself.

Bobby and Dean already had the trunk open getting their weapons ready, Dean looked up when he heard you walking to them. "(Y/n), catch!" He tossed you a shotgun which was already loaded. He turned to look at Bobby, "Let's go." Dean started walking away first, leading the way.

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There was miles and miles of trees. The more time that past the faster Dean would walk. But finally a clearing came up and you could see old rotting houses. Out in the distance a figure could be seen, "Dean!" You rushed to his side, "Dean wait. Is that... Sam?" You pointed to the human figure that was holding a weapon in the air and knocked another person down. His gaze followed your finger and his eyes widened in surprise.

He turnd to look at you, "I-I think it is!" Dean bolted off in his direction with you and Bobby hot on his tail. "Sam!" You called out for your best friend. The figure didn't hear you, "SAM!" Dean tried. The figure turned around. It was Sam.

Sam limped over to you guys. "Dean." He smiled wih exhaustion. The guy you saw earlier with Sam got up and lunged at him with a knife of some sort, "Sam, look out!" You yelled but it was too late. Sam's body lurched forward when the knife entered his lower back as he grunted in pain. "No!"Dean cried out.

All three of you went into action. The man pulled the knife out and Sam fell to his knees then started to run away. "Sammy, no!" You slid on the muddy path and fell on your butt next to him.  Dean fell to his knees just in time to catch his little brother from falling over. He gripped the front of his shirt tightly making his knuckles turn white. Bobby didn't stop and ran after the guy. "No. Sam." Dean pleaded, Sam went limp into his arms. "Woah, Sam. Sam, hey." Slowly Dean lowered him to the ground. "Dean, w-we need to put pressure on the wound." You reached out but Dean snapped, "you think I don't know that?!"

With shaky knees you stood back up, Sam's head lulled to the side, "Sam! Look at me, Sam!" Dean started to shake his limp body. He looked right into his eyes that were losing life fast, "Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You'll be good as new." He tried soothing him, "Huh? We're gonna take of you. (Y/n) and I. We got you. That's our job, right?"

You knew it was too late. You were too late. You raised a hand to cover your mouth and choked back a sob. Your best friend was right there in front of you, dying and there wasn't anything you could do about it. You had met the brothers a little before they found there Dad when you helped them on a hunt.

"I have to watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother. Sam?" He gently held his face in his shaking hands, tears started to pour down your face. Sam didn't open his eyes anymore. Dean shook him a little, "Sam? Sam! Sammy!" You couldn't look anymore so you tore your eyes away, this wasn't supposed to happen. "No. No, no, no. Oh, God." Your body shook as you listened to Dean's heart break. "Oh, God." You mumbled and turned around to see Dean clinging on to his little brother and tears daring to spill out. "Sam!" You sobbed and hugged both of the brothers.

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Reluctantly, you and Dean helped put Sam's lifeless body onto an old mattress. Dean paced around in the kitched while you sat at the table looking into the room where Sam laid. Bobby had gone out to get something for Dean but you didn't hear what it was since you were crying still when they were talking, but now you were just hiccuping.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention. It was Bobby. He waltzed in holding a container of food for you guys, "I brought this back for you guys," he handed you the container which you took. Bobby lookdd over at Dean, "No thanks, I'm fine."

"You should eat something." Bobby spoke, "I said I'm fine." Dean's voice lowered showing that he was being serious. Dean turned around and picked his beer up off the table taking a big gulp. You held the food in your arms deciding that you wouldn't open it yet. Bobby watched Dean closely when he drank the beer, when he put it down Bobby looked down at you then back to him.

"Dean..." he warned, "I hate to bring this up. I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time... We bury Sam?" Dean clenched his jaw in anger and turned his head to look at Bobby and said one word, "no." Dean sat down in the seat next to you and stared at his beer.

"Guys, can we please not do this right now?" You begged. You didn't want them to argue. Bobby ignored you and kept talking. "We could uh maybe..." He trailed off and Dean spoke up, "what? Torch his corpse?" Your mouth fell opened and you stared at Dean. "Guys-" you tried but Bobby leaned on the table to get closer to Dean. "I want you to come with me. The both of you" Dean shook his head, "I'm not going anywhere." Bobby scoffed, "Dean, (Y/n), please."

"Bobby-" you started again, tears started to prick at your eyes. "Won't you cut me some slack?" You tilted your head to the side, "I think Bobby is right. We shouldn't be alone." Dean scowled at you, Bobby put a hand on your shoulder. "I gotta admit. I could use your guy's help." Dean scoffed and looked away from you too. "Something big is going down... End-of-the-world big." Dean snapped, "WELL, THEN LET IT END!" You flinched at the tone of his voice. Bobby grabbed under your arm and pulled you up to stand next to him. "You don't mean that..." Your voice cracked. Dean jumped out of his chair to stand in front of you. He towered over you. "You don't think so?" He asked you. Your fidgety fingers started to play with the hem of your t-shirt. You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes. He brought his face closer to you, "you don't think I've given enough?" You looked up at his eyes, "you don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it... All of it. And if you know what's good for you,  turn around and get the hell out of here." The tears tried to come out but you held them back, "Dean I-" you reached out to grab his hand but his smacked your hand away harshly, you retracted your hand and hissed in pain. "Go..." He started to breathe deeply when you didn't respond, he took a step back, "GO!" he pushed you roughly and you stumbled back not expecting that. Bobby stepped in front of you defensively.

A dry laugh escaped your lips and you wipped away the gushing tears. Snatching your bag off the table you made a bee line for the front door not even daring to turn around.

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That night you found yourself at a crossroads by yourself. Inside your duffle bag was a little box, a box that held items to summon a crossroads demon. "I'm sorry Sammy. I am so sorry." The tears hadn't stopped since the argument with Dean. When you left the house you parted ways with Bobby. You had been walking for hours when the idea popped into your head. You searched your bag for your cellphone to call Bobby but then you remembered that you never picked it up off of the table where you were sittin. You were going to do it with or without Bobby so not much later you found the crossroad.

"Please forgive me." You sobbed. Setting your bag down on the side of the road you took the tiny box out. Dean and Sam had told you about crossroads demons before and how dangerous they were. But you couldn't care less. All that mattered at the moment was saving Sam. You couldn't stand to see Dean so broken. They just lost their father not so long ago and now he has to lose his brother? You could never understand how they felt because when you were a baby your parents had given you up. No one ever adopted, you just went from foster home to foster home.

The wet ground made it easy for you to dig the hole that you needed to bury the box. Once you covered it you stood up wiping your hands on your dirty jeans. You looked around expecting to see something but there was nothing. "Did I do this wrong?" You asked out loud, "What the hell?!" You brushed away angry tears.

"Easy, sweetie. You'll wake the neighbors." A voice spoke behind you. Your head snapped behind you, a beautiful lady stood behind you. She wore; a tight fitting black dress that showed off her bust, and her dark brown hair was curled and styled nicely.

She flashed you her bright red eyes. "(Y/n), it's so good to see you. You look very nice." She took slow steps to you. "Look at you. Gone and got your best friend killed and your other pushed you away. Now you're all alone. It's too sweet." She smiled, she walked to stand behind you but you didn't move. "I know why you called me."

"Oh, yeah?" You turned around to face her, "yeah, you're just like their dad. Following his footsteps. I expected Dean to make a deal... but you. That's even better." You folded your arms over your chest, "Let me guess. This has something to do with little Sammy. You want Sammy back from the dead and you're offering your own soul?" She eyed you up and down.

You nodded, "all you gotta do is bring Sam back. Give me ten years. Ten years then you come back to get me." She tilted her head. "You must be joking." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "but that's the same deal you give everybody else-" "You're not everybody else. Why would I want to give you anything. Dean anything?" She moved closer to you. "Nine years?" "No." "Eight?" She walked backwards. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no." You chuckled nervously.

"Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer. Five years or no deal." She smiled and laughed. "Then no deal." You scoffed, "fine." "Fine. Make sure Dean buries Sam before he starts smelling up the joint. Wait. I forgot. He kicked you out." You frowned at the thought of Dean burying him.

"Wait!" She stopped where she was. "What do I have to do?" You asked. "First of all, quit groveling. Needy girls are such a turnoff to other guys." She stood before you and let out a sigh, "look. I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for your Dean. He's like a little... puppy. He's just too fun to play with. I'll do it, only because I know how much they mean to you." She smiled again, "You'll bring him back?" You questioned her.

"I will." She nodded. "And because I'm such a Saint, I'll give you one year and ONE only." Your eyebrows shot up, "and here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotten meat in no time. So... that's a better deal than their dad got. What do you say?" She leaned in closer to your face, waiting for you to kiss her. To seal the deal. You nodded your head, she put a hand behind your head and kissed you on the lips.

You pulled away and when you opened your eyes she was gone. You fell to the ground and hugged your knees. For the first time in a long time you let it all out. You cried so hard that it hurt and you couldn't see. Never did you think that this was how you were going to die. At least Dean had Sam back.

After who knows how long you stumbled back to your bag and shut it. You sat there for a few minutes just staring into the distance. No more tears came out and your eyes burned. Rubbing your eyes one more time you were on your way. You didn't know where you were going but you really didn't want to go back to them yet. You knew that Dean would still be mad you. Besides, you didn't know how to get back to him and you had no way of communicating with him, with anyone. You were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by many fields. The sun started to slowly come up telling you that you've been gone for a long time.

All of that happened around ten months ago

Ever since the deal you never saw the brothers again. For a while you were homeless but you ended up stealing someone's car. You also decided it was best not to get in contact with anyone, including Bobby. You hopped from place to place savings people, hunting things, the family business. That's what John used to say.

You never thought that being by yourself would be so bad. Hunting was never the same and you missed your two best friends dearly. Even if they tried to look for you, you only had a few months left. It would do no good. The brothers probably hated you by now, you made a deal, which knowing Dean he would find a way to get you out of it. But then Sam would die again.

Since you were always on the road you met many hunters. A lot of them talked about the Winchester's. From what you heard they were starting to become very famous. They also accidentally opened the gate of Hell, letting many Demons and other bad things into your world.

Right now you are working on a hunt. You had heard from other hunters about a haunted house called 'The Morton House'. The legend goes that every four years, supposedly, the house becomes the most haunted place in America. Some people call it the 'Leap Year Ghost'. They said that the ghost returns at midnight just as February 29th begins.

That really caught your interest so you drove a black pick-up truck to the house.

The house was surrounded by chain link fences with warning signs. You used your flashlight to scan your surroundings before you jump the fence. The house looked as if it had been abandoned for a long time, the windows are bordered up, the siding of the house is falling apart. Everything is just a big no no.

"Why do people still come here?" You mumbled to yourself. You adjusted your duffle bag full of rock salt bullets, salt, gasoline, matches, ans Iron crowbars. The leaves crunched loudly under your combat boots. Your bag hung on your left shoulder, a loaded shotgun in your right hand and a flashlight in your left.

When you made it to the front door you could hear what sounded like whispering. "Ghost already? That was quick." The door squeaked loudly when you opened it. Taking a few steps in you noticed how messed up the house was inside. It looked like a tornado ran through the house destroying everything in its path. Something could be heard rumbling outside making you freeze in your spot but as soon as you heard it, it was gone. Turning around you shut the door quietly.

A table stood in one of the corners in the room covered in papers and random things. Scouring through the papers you could hear the front door creaked as it opened again. You slowly turned around and had your shotgun ready to shoot.

The whispering started again. A man walked into the room. Quickly you shot your gun but nearly missed, he ducked and covered his head. That's when you noticed he was holding a flashlight and a... camera? "Oh my God! Oh my God! I almost got shot!" He started to yell. You dropped your bag when you saw that he was just a human like you. Other people stepped into the room behind him.

"Ghost don't shoot people, dumbass." Someone spoke up behind him. "I'm sorry. That was me. I-I thought you were a ghost." You put your shotgun down. There was four different guys and a girl. Some of them looked pretty young.  Especially the girl. "Say. What are you kids doing here?" You asked. They all shined their flashlights on you blinding you. You used your free arm to block the light.

The guy in the front spoke up first. "What are YOU doing here? This place is haunted." You laughed, "you think I don't know? Why do you have cameras?" They looked at each other then back to you. "We're the Ghostfacers. We hunt ghost and get it all on camera for our fans." Another guy spoke. "Fans? Are you hunters?" "In a way." "This is very dangerous, you know that right?" They all nodded.

"That's why you should get out of here. Haven't you heard of the legend? Let the professionals handle it." You burst out laughing. "Ah, you guys are funny." You wiped away a tear. "Let me handle this. I know what I'm doing. Just get your butts home and don't come back."

You picked your bag back up. "No. We're staying. You can help us." You looked at the first guy and shook your head. "No, you guys can help me." You stepped closer to them, "I'm (Y/n) by the way." You held your hand out for the guy you almost shot. He put the camera really close to your face. You frowned and pushed it away. "Can you not?"

"I'm Ed, the leader-" he gestured to himself, "this is Harry." He pointed at the guy with a light strapped to his head, "that guy is Spruce, there's Maggie my adopted sister, and that's Corbett." Everyone waved at you.

You dragged a hand down your face, "What have I gotten myself into? I am only here to make sure you kids don't get hurt." You groaned. "This is going to be awesome! Another girl on the team!" Maggie happily cheered. "So what's the plan?" You asked with a sigh. "We have to set up camp." Harry answered you. "Camp?" You asked. He nodded his head, "yeah you know so we can all of our cameras." You scoffed then looked away.

"Moments like these make me miss the Winchester's." You mumbled. Harry pushed a camera in your face, "what did you say? The cameras couldn't hear you. Say it again please."

"Alright everybody. Ghostfacers, let's line up. We'll set up camp right here. This is command center one." Ned order, everyone stood in a circle, including you. Well you just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. "We'll call this the Eagle's Nest." Ned whispered loudly.

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[thekillingjoke-haha]

Just Like Him

Double Square: Locked in a Room/Closet Together & Quote

Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace and @spnquotebingo

Paring: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Side Characters: John Winchester(mentioned), Sam Winchester,Bobby Singer, Castiel, Werewolf pack.

"I can't you believe you got us into this, Winchester." Y/n quietly hissed at the man she was face to face with in the dark of a wardrobe of the mutts they we're hunting. It went down hill after they found the packs home which was one of the largest houses in town. A whole ass family of werewolves lived here and they all just got home every single one of them. "Why are you blaming me?!" He harshly whispered back.

Y/n rolled her eyes as the loud noises of a party or feast down stairs shock the floor beneath them. "You said the pack can't be that big. Let's just go in and see if we can gank em." She said mocking his deep voice. "Now were stuck in a closet while are guns are under the bed." The women pushed up on his chest since she was well past aggravated. "Hey at least we can know what were up against." He said with a smirk as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

The oldest Winchester was glad that they barley had any room or he would have silently been beaten to a pulp. "Do you have your phone? We need back up...there must be around triple the amount of a normal pack has." She muttered to herself. Dean looked at her sheepishly and the anger in her eyes grew brighter. "I left it in baby." He said with a wince. "Y-you left it behind? I'm going to rip a hole in ya before those flee infested mutts can!" Y/n whispered yelled trying to move her arms in vain.

"What about your phone?!" He said trying to shift the blame on her. "Well since you don't remember. You threw my bag into our room breaking it!" She sighed heavily her temper was only rising. "I can take em on,Y/n." Dean defended. "No you can't." She said resting her head on the wall of the wardrobe.

Foot steps made there way up the stairs sound like a couple sets. The noise stopped outside of the room and both hunters strained their eyes to hear them. "I smell something off,Claudette." A young male voice said along with light sniffing. "Clark you're being foolish no one is dumb enough to come here." A female voice scoffed. Y/n looked at Dean and mouthed the words 'Dumbass' making him mouth a 'Fuck you' in return. The foot steps went into the room. "It doesn't smell right in here." The man said walking around. Looking at Dean he had a stupid look on his face and that made her eyes widen as she shock her head. His lips moved counting down from three.

When he got to one the wolves was right in font of the closest doors when they slammed open knocking him on his ass. "CLARK!?" The female said in shock as she rushed over to attack the hunter on top of her pack mate. Dean has wrestled the the now shifting wolf towards the bed and slipped his hand underneath it grabbing his revolver. The barrel was pushed against his chest and was fired. "YOU HUNTER SCUM.!!" She yelled attacking him. Y/n stepped out of the closet and swiftly moved to the other side of the bed to get her shotgun. The women was about to rip into Dean's throat with her claws when the pump of the shotgun made her freeze before she was shot and her body went limp.

Blood painted his face and clothes as he let out a huff,but that was short lived as the rapid stomping of feet rushed up the stairs. "Dear Chuck I hate you." She groaned as the door busted almost of the hinges. There was several werewolves in the doorway and more behind them. Dean and Y/n fought for as long and as hard as they could,but they were out numbered more then they ever have been before. Instead of them getting their hearts ripped out they were both knocked unconscious.

Y/n was woken up by the shouting of Dean. He thrashed in the shared binds uncontrollably trying to get the tall man in front of him to move away. Looking up she can see that another stood before her,but her eyes widen when his sharp fangs dug into her arm. She howled in pain as she regained her senses quickly after that. "Don't worry darling. We'll make sure your well feed." Who can only be the alpha said as the few mutts with them left them tied to a metal pillar in the center of the damp room. They didn't turn the oldest Winchester with their gagged teeth they wanted him to suffer in a different way.

"Y/n/n I'm gonna get us out of this and get you a cure." He said with such confidence,but it only made her angry. "Shut the fuck up! We're in this because of you and you have no one else to blame,but yourself." Her E/c eyes glistened with ushered tears that he couldn't see. Dean was stunned at the back lash. "If you could have just listened to anyone...ANYONE!!! but yourself for two fucking seconds we could have been prepared. You're acting just like John." She paused to breath as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Can't expect help. Have to be all macho and the best there is. Look where that got him!!! Hated by all hunters,putting people he cared about in danger,and getting himself killed." Y/n left the tears slip past down her heated face.

It was Dean's turn to get defensive. "Don't compare me to my dad. I'm nothing like him!" He shouted even though at times he kind of was. "I didn't compare you to him. I said you were acting like him." She said sighing. Y/n contained a groan of pain as she felt her a new set of teeth form within her mouth. "D-dean...you're nothing like John. You've proved to be better man then he ever was,but when you think that only you can carry the weight of the world it puts you in a mind set that you must be the savior." A pained grunt left her throat as her nails were shoved out and replaced with claws. The moon shined through a small slit for a window it was late at night that the sun will soon rise again.

She wanted no needed to confess something to Dean before she turned she couldn't go being pissed at him. "Y/n tell me what to do. What can I do?" He sounded like he was the one who was pained. "I need you to get out of here and live. I'm running out of time and as long as I don't eat a human you'll have a chance to get me cured." She said with a toothless smile there was still something she had to get of her chest before he escaped. Straining her ears she can hear that what was left of the pack was gone to get a large enough meal. "I love you,Winchester. If you come back and I'm too far gone put me down cause I know you will." She said as she used her new claws to cut the ropes. It fell limply on their waists and Dean stood up as Y/n stayed seated.

He handed her her shotgun and he took his own weapon. "I-I love you too,Y/n/n. You'll pull through this you're a Singer." Dean said as he left her behind slipping through the window. He was going to make her proud he didn't listen to her before,but he'll make sure that her words won't fall on deaf ears. Dean went back to their motel room and used his phone to call Sam and Bobby before he prayed to Cas. After the two hunters and angel arrived hours later it was time to save his childhood crush ever since John took them to Bobby's house.

[After Dean left. Back to Y/n]

The moment Dean climbed out of the basement she stood up and went up to the door it was lock. She smiled showing her sharpened teeth grabbing the doorknob she crushed it in her hand making it impossible to unlock. Hours after the impala's loud engine faded away she hear the teen wolf wannabe bastards come back. Y/n sat back down at where she first woke up. She would be damned if she became one of the things she hunted since she was nine.

The door shook violently before the slab of wood was knocked down kicking up dust after it fell down the stair. Spinning the shotgun in her hand she looked up at the dozen werewolves in front of her. "Let's dance." She said with a smirk as her E/c turned golden eyes gleamed with a new fight. Fighting was tough since they've all have feasted on human flesh and were more resilient to her attacks. Y/n had her arms and legs pinned as she thrashed viciously making the supernatural bastards sweat.The alpha of the pack leaned over her head. He tisked at her as he tilted her head to look at him. "Soon pet all that fights gonna leave you. Just take your first meal and be as strong as us." He said brushing his fingers down her cheek. "My what big eyes you have" He teased looking into her eyes. "Better to see you lifeless corpse." She hissed. "What sharp teeth you have."A deep chuckle came from his throat as she tried to bite as his fingers.

He stood up as his ears twitched along with the others. A wolfish grin pulled on her lips as she heard the front door get smashed in. "I think you have company." She said as several of the wolves in human form ran off. "We're not done here pet!" He snapped. "Yes. Yes you are." A voice said from the staircase. Dean stomped down the stairs as havoc continued just a floor above them. He shot the few wolves that stayed in the basement with silver bullet killing them easily in their human forms. The alpha snarled and shifted with the lack of full moon and charged at the oldest Winchester. "I don't need a bloody pack at my defense to make you suffer!" The now fully shifted werewolf lunged forward and started to fight Dean.

Y/n dragged herself to the nearest wall and pulled herself up. There were claw and bite Mark's littering her body she was bleeding so much and was already trying to fight the animalistic urges that started to over power her. It was getting harder and harder especially with the scent of humans near. A spine chilling growl came from the corner of the room. "Dean! How about that cure?!" She yelled fighting herself to not attack him as he fought. "Bobby's looking for the sire and you'll be back to telling me off." He said in response.The wrestling match went on,but it went down to a hand to hand match when Dean's gun was thrown across the room. With quite grunts and heavy breaths the women with (h/c) got up fully and used all the strength left in her to jump on the back of the mutt and fight. If she was going to lose any battle it was going to be on her terms and she refused it to end with the person she loved dead and heartless.

Dean was shocked for a moment before he made his move to grab his gun. He check it and it was empty tossing it aside he looked around for anything with silver that's when he saw it. ~"Hello?! Y/n are you listening?" The young blonde groaned. "Tell me what you're doing again?" The teenager layed across his friends bed as he watches her organizing quarters. "It's for emergency's." She said with a giggle as she puts another roll of coins in the small bag. "What kind of emergency would need hundreds of dollars worth of coins?" He argued sitting up with a sigh. "One day you'll be thankful for thousands of pieces of silver." ~The largest smile grew on his face as he grabbed the bag and Y/n's shotgun and put the now custom bullets of condensed quarters in the barrel. Cocking it he rushes over and shoots the werewolf in the back. Using the second shot he had he fired it in his chest killing the alpha.It was silent for a moment before he pushed the now lifeless body out of the way. Y/n layed there panting and bloody. "Y/n/n I got you. SAMMY! BOBBY!" Dean yelled at the end. Multiple sets of foot steps came down the stairs the older hunter held a syringe of yellow liquid. Pushing the plunger down the hunters sat in silence as they waited for any sign that it worked. Cas came over and healed her wounds as she shot up gasping the claw and bite marks gone.

[Time Skip because filler is boring]

Y/n rested in her bed at the bunker. Her father went home and Cas went off to heaven after she was safe. Dean sat by her side talking with her. "You know Winchester. At times you can act just like John,but I sure do love it when you take down that soldier act and become a hero...my hero." She said with a fond smile as she brushed her hand through his hair. Dean chuckled leaning into her touch as his mind wondered even if he was different from his father,but that still didn't change the fact that when it came to protecting the one's they love they'll do just about anything. Maybe he was just like him.

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Five more to go woah!