#but i got very stiff and uncomfortable the second that episode shifted and we saw the 1940s style clothes with the armbands and ghettos

[waywardaardvark79]

Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2, Episode 1: In my Time of Dying

Summary: Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Language, Show level violence. 

Word Count: 16,187

A/N: Hey, guys! I’m back!! I wish I could give out a rough outline for this season, but with everything that is going on I’m afraid that is going to be hard to do. I’ll try my best to get the next episode out as soon as I can. Tags open. 

Sam was barely awake.  His head was still thrown back against the seat as he swallowed, the coppery taste of blood sliding down the back of his throat causing his stomach to churn. He felt blindly around the spot on the seat next to him until he felt his fingers come into contact with the metal he was desperately searching for.

Sam pulled the Colt into his lap, his fingers curling around the grip as he listened. The sounds of approaching footsteps alerted him to the threat outside, and he tightened his grip on the Colt. Moments later the demon that was driving the truck that struck the Impala pulled the drivers side door off at the hinges, and Sam weakly lifted the barrel of the Colt from his lap and pointed it at the man.

"Back, or I'll kill you, I swear to God." Sam rasped out, willing to sacrifice the last bullet to protect his family.

"You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else." the demon said as he looked down at Sam, who was cocking the gun.

"You wanna bet?" Sam asked, the demon smiling at him before throwing back his head, a black cloud pouring out of the truck driver's mouth seconds later.

"Oh my God!" the truck driver cried out, looking at the destruction before him as Sam dropped his head back in relief and uncocked the gun.

"Dad?" Sam asked, getting no response from John.

"Did I do this?" the truck driver asked, completely horrified at the accident he had caused.

"Dad! Y/N? Y/N! Dean? Dean!!" Sam cried out, panic in his voice, his cries growing more desperate with each name and the silence that followed.

Sam tried his best to look around as a rescue helicopter descended on sight, you, John, and Dean still unconscious. The paramedics rushed to the car and started to load the four of you onto stretchers.

"Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate is 95." one of the paramedics called out, Sam trying desperately to see who they were talking about.

"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam demanded, his heart pounding in his chest.

"You have to stay still!" the paramedic urged, the scene of the crash in chaos as the paramedics did their best to assess the damage.

"Female. Early twenties. Unresponsive. BP is 87 over 54. Heart rate is 186 with rapid respiration's." the paramedic called out, your injuries appearing to be the worst.

"Are they even still alive?" Sam asked, desperate for information as the paramedics loaded the four of you up, his question going unanswered.

Dean sat up in bed and worked the stiffness out of his jaw, taking a moment to find his bearings before slowly sliding his legs off the side of the bed so that he was sitting on the edge. It took him a moment to stand up, his legs a little weak, one hand grasping the rail of the bed for support until he was stable. He looked down at the white t-shirt and blue pants he was wearing, relief washing over him once he realized that he was in the hospital.

He looked around the room, and was a little shocked when he didn't see you or Sam anywhere. He stood still for a moment, trying to think of the last thing he could remember before waking up a few moments ago. He remembered everything that happened at the cabin, and the way you held him in the backseat. He could remember you telling Sam to hurry, and Sam saying that the hospital wasn't far away.

After that it wasn't so clear. He could remember Sam talking, but he couldn't remember what he said. He wasn't really focusing on Sam's words. He was too busy listening to you whisper that everything was going to be okay while you ran your fingers through his hair.

He took an unsteady step, his chest tight with worry. He knew that you and Sam wouldn't leave him alone, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened. He slowly stumbled towards the door and grabbed the frame of the door for support as he looked out into the hallway.

"Sam? Singer? Dad? Anybody?!" he called out, his voice raspy from disuse, as he looked both ways down the empty hallway.

That nagging feeling of dread was ever present as he stepped out into the hallway, one hand on the wall for support. Dean continued to call out for you and Sam, his panic growing as he continued to get no response. A loud banging at the end of the hallway stopped him in his tracks, the sound bringing everything back.

He remembered the sound of the impact, the sound of metal crashing together, and the way the tires screeched down the highway. He could remember the way you tried to hold onto him as both of you were being tossed forward, and the complete despair he felt when he felt your hold on him loosen. He could remember wanting so badly to call out for you, but the darkness took over before he could.

"No, no, no." he muttered to himself, the accident playing over in his head as he made his way towards a set of stairs, determined to find his family.

You slowly blinked open your eyes, the flickering fluorescent lights above you forcing you to close them again. You raised your hands to your face and rubbed your eyes before pushing yourself up into a seated position, and swinging your legs off the side of the bed.

"Fuck." you hissed, the feeling of the cold floor on your bare feet a shock to your barely awake system.

You forced yourself to stand, and shifted uncomfortably back and forth on your feet until you got used to the cold while you looked around the room. It was a hospital room, and judging by your white t-shirt and blue pants, and the fact that you woke up there, you were a patient.

"Shit." you mumbled under your breath as you made your way towards the door, Dean and the accident suddenly popping into your head. "Sam? Sam?! Dean? De?!" you called out as you looked down the empty hallway.

"Excuse me." Dean said, standing in front of a nurse's station. "Hi, I, uh, I think I was in a car accident. My Dad, my brother, and my girlfriend...I just need to find them." Dean said, the nurse he was speaking to paying him no mind. "Hello?" Dean asked, snapping his fingers in front of her, the nurse acting as though he wasn't even there.

Dean took a few steps back, his mind racing. He looked frantically around, the people around him blind to his panic,  before rushing back upstairs to the room he woke up in.

Dean ran into the room, and skidded to a sudden halt when he took in the sight in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times, unsure if he could believe what he was seeing. Dean forced himself to take a few steps towards the bed, pure shock on his face as he looked down at his intubated body.

You finally stumbled back to the room you woke up in, all of your attempts to talk to anyone proving unsuccessful. You braced yourself in the doorway, your knees going weak when you spotted yourself.

"No. No. No." you whispered as you rushed to the side of the bed, your hand shaking as you reached out for yourself.

You were laying there completely lifeless, the room filled with the beeping of numerous machines, and the hiss of a ventilator. Your face was completely devoid of color, and you couldn't help but think that you had seen better looking corpses.

You let out a slow ragged breath, your eyes darting back and forth between all of the tubes and wires keeping you alive. You took a step back, your mind racing before settling on one final thought. Dean.

Your own well being took a back seat as you rushed out of the room. He was in that backseat with you, and you couldn't stop the flood of horrible images that entered your mind. You could only hope and pray that he was better off, and that the two of you and Sam could find a way to get you out of this.

Dean was still reeling from the shock of seeing his unconscious body. He finally snapped himself out of it. He had more important things to do. He had to find you, Sam, and John. He had to find his family.

Dean turned towards the door, a feeling of relief washing over him when he saw Sam standing in the doorway, "Sammy! You look good, considering." Dean said, Sam breathing heavily as he looked at Dean's body.

"Oh, no." Sam breathed out as he walked into the room, a grim expression on his face.

"Man, tell me you can hear me." Dean said, getting no response from Sam. "How's Dad? Is he okay? And Singer? Where's she?" Dean asked, looking behind Sam at the doorway, almost as if he were expecting you to walk in any second. "Come on. You're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!"

"Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like." the doctor said to Sam as he walked into the room, Sam turning to face him.

"Thank God." Dean sighed. "Maybe that's where Singer's at." he said, hoping that you were just watching over John.

"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked, glancing over at Dean's body.

"Well, he sustained serious injury...blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early stages of cerebral edema." the doctor said, Dean listening closely as the doctor explained his condition.

"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked, the doctor pausing a moment.

"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up." the doctor said, Sam shaking his head.

"If?" Sam asked, the news crushing him.

"I have to be honest." the doctor started, Dean speaking over him.

"Oh, screw you, Doc. I'm waking up." Dean said, determined to make it.

"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard, but you need to have realistic expectations." the doctor said, Sam fighting back tears.

"Come on, Sam. You and Singer go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?" Dean asked, Sam still looking at the doctor.

"And Y/N? How...how's she?" Sam asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"What? No." Dean said, his worst fear coming true.

"I'm afraid her condition is far worse." the doctor said, trying to think of a way to break the news gently to Sam.

"No. No. No." Dean quietly repeated, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.

"She's...she suffered massive internal damage. Frankly, I was shocked that she was still alive on arrival. The trauma she suffered was so severe, and we...we did everything that we could for her. But, you should know that the only thing keeping her alive is the-" the doctor said, Sam's sharp intake of air cutting him off. "I can have the hospital chaplain come and talk to you."

"N-no, that's okay." Sam muttered, Dean staring at the doctor in shock.

"I know this is a very difficult time for you and your family. I want to offer you my sincerest of condolences." the doctor said, making direct eye contact with Sam as he extended his hand.

"Condolences?! She's not dead!" Dean yelled, as the doctor shook Sam's hand.

"Like I said, I know this is a very difficult time, and you don't have to make the decision right this minute. But, perhaps you would consider organ donation.

"Get this fuckin' clown outta here, Sam!" Dean yelled, Sam blinking back tears.

"Organ donation?" Sam asked, the doctor nodding.

"I know it's a difficult decision, and it's one that you should discuss with your father. She did suffer internal damage, but I believe your sister could still save-" the doctor started, Sam interrupting him.

"She's...she's not my sister." Sam said, the doctor giving him a puzzled look. "She's, uh, my brother...she's my brother's..." Sam tried, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he fought back tears. "She's my sister-in-law."

"I see. Does she have any family that we can contact?" the doctor asked, Bobby entering Sam's mind.

"Um...she..." Sam said, shaking his head.

"What the hell are you doing, Sam? Don't let them carve her up!! She's gonna be fine! She's gonna be...fine. You can't let them do that to her." Dean pleaded, the doctor waiting for Sam to continue.

"I'm sorry." Sam finally said, clearing his throat. "I think I just need a minute."

"No need to apologize. I understand." the doctor said, giving Sam a small nod before turning to head out of the room, Dean watching him go.

"Come on, man. You can't listen to that guy." Dean said, Sam staring straight ahead.

"Dean! De?!" Dean heard from the hallway, Sam not moving as he rushed to the door. "Dean!"

"Singer?!" Dean called out as he stepped into the hall, spotting you a few doors down.

"You...you can see me?" you asked as you walked towards him, your heart breaking when he nodded.

"God, it's so good to see you." he said, pulling you in for a hug, his hand tangling in the back of your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

"Dean, you know what this means, right? We're...we're-" you tried to say, Dean cutting you off.

"We're gonna be fine. I just heard the doc say so, and we've got Sammy. He's not gonna let anything bad happen. You know that." Dean said, you pulling back to look up at him.

"I don't really think it's up to Sam anymore." you said, Dean shaking his head.

"We're gonna be fine. You hear me? Fine." Dean said, determined to find a way out for the two of you.

Sam walked out of Dean's room before you could say anything else, and you and Dean followed after him as he walked down the hall. The two of you watched as he walked into a room, and both of you picked up the pace a little, eager to see how John was.

"He looks pretty good." you said, looking at John, who was sitting up in bed, one of his arms in a sling.

"Yeah." Dean breathed out, obviously relieved as he reached for your hand and held it tightly in his.

"I...I can't hear you." you said, looking down at your joined hands in shock.

"What?" Dean asked, looking over to you.

"I can't hear you." you said, Dean following your gaze. "I can't hear what you're thinking."

"Maybe it's just..." Dean said, trailing off as he tried to think of an explanation, John speaking up before he could say anything else.

"Here. Give them my insurance." John said as he awkwardly pulled his insurance card out of his wallet with his good hand.

"Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam asked, a slight smile on his face as he read the card.

"And his two loving sons. So, what else did the doctor say about Dean and Y/N?" John asked, Dean tensing up, not wanting you to hear the truth.

"Nothing. Look...the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know...I'll find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on them." Sam said, John nodding.

"We'll look for someone." John said, his tone not very convincing.

"Yeah." Sam said, John sighing.

"But, Sam...I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." John said, Sam giving him a confused look.

"Why not? We found that faith healer before." Sam said, you and Dean both anxiously awaiting John's reply.

"All right, that was...that was one in a million." John said, Sam beginning to get angry.

"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our asses?" Sam asked, his tone harsh.

"No, I said we'd look, all right? I'll check under every stone." John said, pausing a moment. "Where's the Colt?"

"And there it is." you said, a little annoyed at John's lack of concern.

"Your son and Y/N are dying and you're worried about the Colt?" Sam asked, shocked at John's question.

"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us, too. That gun may be our only card." John argued, Sam shaking his head, the Colt the furthest thing from his mind.

"It's in the car. They dragged it to a yard off of I-83." Sam said, John nodding.

"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside." John ordered.

"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out. He's gonna tow the Impala back to his place." Sam said, a sigh falling from your lips.

"Fuck. I don't want him to see this." you said, knowing what seeing you would do to him, Dean giving your hand a squeeze.

"All right. You go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security." John ordered, Sam looking at him for a moment before speaking.

"I think I've got it covered." Sam said in an annoyed tone before turning to leave, John stopping him before picking up a small piece of paper.

"Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need. Have Bobby pick them up for me." John said, as he handed Sam the paper, Sam quickly reading over it.

"Acacia? Oil of abramelin? What's this for?" Sam asked, you shaking your head.

"Protection." John lied, you knowing the real use of those items.

"Hey, Dad? You know, the demon...he said he had plans for me and Y/N, and children like us. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" Sam asked, John looking directly at him.

"No, I don't." John lied once again, Sam turning to leave a few moments later, shutting the door behind him.

"Well, you sure know something." Dean said as he stared at his father, the two of you now alone with him.

"Yeah, he does." you mumbled, deciding not to tell Dean about what you thought John was up to just yet.

"Oh, man. Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam said, looking down at the mangled Impala, Jake and Bobby walking towards him.

Bobby looked around Sam, searching for you. "Where is she?" he asked, Sam not telling him how bad the wreck was when he talked to him on the phone.

"She's, uh...she's in the hospital." Sam said, finding himself unable to tell Bobby just how bleak the situation was.

"The hospital?! Boy, why didn't you say so?" Bobby asked, Sam looking down at his feet. "Is she okay?"

"Bobby, I-" Sam started, Bobby cutting him off.

"You get this back to the house. I'm going to the hospital with Sam." Bobby said, Jake shaking his head.

"Look, this...this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap." Jake said, running his hand over the twisted metal.

"No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this." Sam said, Jake jumping in once again.

"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging." Jake said, Sam taking a step towards him as Bobby looked at the car.

"Listen to me. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." Sam said, trailing off as he thought of you and Dean.

"Okay. You got it." Bobby quietly said to Sam before turning to Jake. "Get this outta here."

"Yeah." Jake said, patting what was left of the hood a couple of times before walking back to the tow truck.

"How bad is it?" Bobby choked out once Jake had walked away.

"Bobby, she's-" Sam started, Bobby cutting him off, too afraid to hear what he would say.

"You should have called sooner. She needs me, and I'm not there!" Bobby yelled before turning to walk away from Sam.

"Bobby, I'm sorry." Sam said, following after him. "I didn't know what to...would you just wait a minute?"

"Wait a minute?" Bobby asked, turning to face him, Sam shrinking back a little. "I think I've waited long enough." Bobby spat, taking all of his anger out on Sam.

"It's just...here, uh Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him." Sam said, handing over the list to Bobby, a frown appearing on Bobby's face when he read over it.

"What's John want with this?" Bobby asked, a pit forming in his stomach.

"Protection from the demon." Sam answered, Bobby giving him a look. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, uh-" Bobby started, stopping short as he tried to think of something to tell Sam.

"Bobby? What's going on?" Sam asked, Bobby sighing heavily as he folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket.

"Come on. I'll tell you on the way." he said before walking away, Sam quickly following after him.

John was sitting silently by Dean's bed, both you and Dean standing nearby. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked over at Dean, who was growing more frustrated by the second.

"Come on, Dad. You've gotta help us. We've gotta get better. We've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" Dean asked, as he paced.

"Dean." you said, taking a couple of steps towards him.

"No, it's not fair." he said to you before turning his attention back to John. "I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had, and you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? Watch us die?! I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?!" Dean asked, you walking closer to the door thinking you heard something.

"What the fuck?" you asked yourself before looking back at Dean.

"What is that?" Dean asked, hearing it too, the two of you rushing out into the hallway to see a spirit suddenly whoosh past.

"Holy shit." you said, Dean looking over his shoulder at John.

"I take it you didn't see that." he said, John not responding.

"Come on." you said, taking his hand before pulling him down the hallway.

The two of you stalked the spirit down the hallways, and finally saw it dart into a back hallway. Dean rushed ahead of you, the sound of a woman calling out making you both run faster.

"Help! Help!" she cried as she lay on the floor choking.

"Hey! I need some help in here!" Dean yelled as you dropped to your knees next to the woman.

"I can't...breathe!" she said, in total panic.

"I...I can't do anything." you said as you watched the woman pant loudly, trying desperately to draw a breath. "Dean." you said, looking up at him, the woman going silent as Dean looked on helplessly.

Sam stormed into John's room with a duffel bag, both you and Dean meeting him at the door. Dean stepped to Sam's side and immediately started to try and talk to him.

"Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man. There's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring us back, and we've got to hunt this thing. Sam!" Dean snapped, frustrated.

"Come on." you said, reaching out for him. "We'll figure it out." you added, Dean turning to face you.

"You're quiet." John said, Sam turning, fuming as he hurled the bag onto the bed.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam asked, John looking at him puzzled.

"What are you talking about?" John asked, Sam shaking his head in frustration.

"That stuff from Bobby..." Sam started, you grabbing Dean's hand and pulling him towards the door.

"Come on. Let's go try to see what we can find." you said, not wanting Dean to hear what the items were for.

"You don't use it to ward off a demon. You use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam asked, Dean staring at John, waiting for his reply.

"De, come on." you urged, Dean refusing to budge.

"I have a plan, Sam." John said, the statement seeming to enrage Sam.

"That's exactly my point! Dean and Y/N are dying, and you have a plan. You know what, you care more about this demon than you do saving your own son!!" Sam yelled, Dean trying to speak up.

"No, no, no, guys. Don't do this." Dean pleaded, his plea falling on deaf ears.

"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for them." John argued.

"How? How is revenge going to help them? You're not thinking about anybody, but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!" Sam fired back.

"Come on guys, don't do this!" Dean tried again.

"De, we can't stop this one." you said, Dean looking at you, silently begging for your help.

"You know, it's funny...I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now, if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened." John said, you shaking your head.

"It was possessing you, Dad. I would have killed you too." Sam said, John looking directly at him.

"Yeah, and your brother and Y/N would be awake right now." John said, Sam taking a step back.

"That was a low fucking blow, John, and you know it." you said, taking a step towards him, wanting to protect Sam so badly.

"Shut up, both of you!" Dean shouted, Sam and John continuing to argue.

"Go to hell." Sam seethed.

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake. I knew I was wrong-" John started, Dean yelling over him.

"I said SHUT UP!!!" Dean screamed, smacking a glass of water off the table, the glass flying off the table before crashing to the floor.

"Holy fuckin' shit. You just..." you said, looking down at the broken glass, both Sam and John looking at each other confused.

"Singer, I full on Swayze'd that mother." Dean said, looking at the glass, a stunned expression on his face.

"Yeah, you fuckin' did." you said, looking up at him, Dean suddenly crumpling over in pain, his form flickering.

"De? Dean?!" you asked, crouching down beside him, nurses and doctors running by the door. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on? Are you okay?"

"What is it?" Dean asked, looking out into the hallway, your focus still on him.

"I don't know. Hey, look at me." you said, grabbing his face, John speaking up before you could say anything else.

"Something's going on out there." John said, jerking his head towards the door, indicating for Sam to go check it out.

Back in Dean's room monitors were frantically beeping as doctors and nurses surrounded the bed, and started to try and resuscitate him.

"All clear." one of the doctors called out, everyone stepping back as he administered a shock.

"No." Sam said, huddling in the doorway, tears in his eyes as he watched.

"Still no pulse." one of the nurses said, the doctor nodding.

"Okay, let's go again. 360." the doctor ordered, the nurse charging the paddles.

"Charging." she said, Sam crying and fidgeting in the doorway as you and Dean came up behind him, both of you seeing a ghostly figure floating over Dean's body.

"You get the fuck away from him!" you yelled, both of you  running into the room.

"Get back!" Dean shouted, Sam blinking, a confused look on his face, almost as if he heard something.

"Get the fuck outta here, asshole." you said as both you and Dean latched onto the spirit momentarily before being hurled back, the spirit quickly soaring out of the room.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." one of the nurses said, both you and Dean running out into the hallway, looking for the spirit, the spirit nowhere in sight.

Sam sighed in relief and backed out into the hallway. You and Dean were still searching for the spirit while Sam watched the doctors and nurses work. Dean glanced back over his shoulder to see Sam standing there, and reached out for you. He took your hand, the feeling of not being able to hear him still odd to you, and the two of you walked back over to Sam.

"Don't worry, Sammy. We're not going anywhere. We're getting that thing before it gets us. It's some kind of spirit, but we could grab it. And if we can grab it-" Dean said, you cutting him off.

"Then, we can fuckin' kill it." you said, Dean nodding as Sam looked over to where you and Dean were standing, an odd expression on his face as the frantic beeping of monitors sounded down the hall.

"What now?" Dean asked, as he looked down the hall.

"Shit." you said, taking off, Dean quickly following after you.

"I need some help in here!!" Bobby yelled, running out into the hall, a terrified look on his face.

You skidded to a stop in front of Bobby, your breath hitching in your throat. You had never in your life seen him look so scared, so unsure of what to do. This man always had the answers. He always knew what to do, and he always kept a calm, cool head under pressure.

"Singer, what are you doing?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder at you before running into your room, knowing there was no time to waste.

You didn't even register what he said to you. You were too busy looking at Bobby. You didn't recognize this man at all. You watched as he continued to yell for help. The stampede like sounds of oncoming footsteps caused you to turn around to see a team of doctors and nurses rushing towards your room with the crash cart.  You heard Dean yell something from your room, but you couldn't leave Bobby's side, not when he looked like that.

"Sir, sir, you have to stay back." one of the nurses said when Bobby tried to follow them inside, Bobby craning his neck as he tried to see what they were doing, tears staining his cheeks.

"That's my kid in there." Bobby said, his statement going unnoticed.

"Why'd you have to come, old man? I never wanted you to see this." you said, reaching out for him, your hand hovering over cheek.

"Come on, Kid. You can't do this to me." Bobby quietly pleaded, your heart breaking. "I'm so sorry. I was supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to..."

"Don't do that. This isn't your fault. You hear me?! This isn't your fault!" you yelled, the spirit rushing from your room.

"We've got a pulse." one of the nurses announced, Bobby letting out a ragged breath.

"I...I couldn't leave him alone. I know he doesn't even fuckin' know I'm here, but I just couldn't...I couldn't fuckin' do it." you said, knowing Dean was behind you, your eyes following Bobby as he walked into your room.

"Sir. Excuse me, sir. You really can't be in here." one of the nurses said, stepping in front of Bobby.

"That's my daughter. You're not keeping me out." Bobby said as he pushed by the nurse.

"You're her father?" one of the doctors asked, Dean recognizing him as the one who spoke to Sam earlier.

"I am." Bobby said, the doctor nodding as you and Dean walked into the room.

"Sir, I had a conversation with her brother-in-law earlier today. Did he tell you what we discussed?" the doctor asked, Sam now standing in the doorway.

"We haven't got the chance to talk about that yet." Bobby said, glancing at Sam before turning his attention back to the doctor.

"Sir, I understand that this may be difficult to hear, but-" the doctor started, Bobby interrupting.

"Just spit it out." Bobby said, the doctor taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Sir, your daughter is fighting very hard, but the amount of head trauma she suffered isn't something that you come back from. I'm am afraid at this point our most optimistic outlook for her is for her to be in a permanent vegetative state. However, at this point that is a stretch. Now, there are some tests that we could perform if you would like us to, but at this point I think our next step is to discuss organ donation. Sir, your daughter could save lives, and-" the doctor said, Bobby cutting him off.

"Get out." Bobby ordered, his tone harsh.

"I understand that this is difficult, but-" the doctor tried, Bobby quickly interrupting again.

"I said get out." Bobby said, you stepping to his side, the doctor quickly leaving the room.

"Bobby." Sam said, Bobby pulling up a chair to the side of your bed, Dean taking your hand in his, trying to comfort you.

"You should have called me sooner." Bobby said, gently picking up your hand, being careful of the IV placed there.

"I know." Sam said, feeling incredibly guilty. "I...I didn't know what to say, or how to tell you. I...I didn't want to believe it."

"Come on, Singer." Dean said, trying to pull you towards the door. "Let's go see if we can find that-"

"Just a minute. Just give me a minute." you said, your focus on Bobby.

"We're gonna figure this out, right? I mean, they don't know what we do. There has to be something we can do." Sam said as he stepped to Bobby's side. "Bobby?"

"Yeah." Bobby said, his voice cracking a little.

"I'll, uh, I'll give you some time. I'll go see what I can find." Sam said, his hand giving Bobby's shoulder a squeeze before he turned to leave the room, leaving you and Dean alone with Bobby.

"I wanna stay...just for a little while." you softly said, Dean nodding.

"Yeah, okay." Dean said, watching you closely. "We'll stay as long as you want."

Staying for just a little while was unrealistic, and Dean knew that. He couldn't make you leave though, not when he knew how important being there was for you. Dean looked at the clock on the wall, and noticed that the hand was coming up on a new hour. He turned his attention back to you to see that you were still entirely focused on Bobby.

No-one had spoken, not you or Dean to each other, or Bobby. All three of you sat in silence. Bobby sat like a solemn statue, his grief freezing him in place. He still had a hold of your hand, and you thought to yourself that you would give anything in that moment to know what he was thinking.

"He thinks I hate him." you whispered, your eyes glassy. "I'd give anything to tell him that I-"

"Hey, don't do that. We're gonna be fine." Dean said, you finally turning to look at him.

"De, you heard what the doctor said." you said, Dean shaking his head.

"I don't care what the doctor said. You don't get to give up. Sam's gonna find a way out of this." Dean shot back, frustration in his voice.

"I'm not giving up, but I'm also not living in some fuckin' fantasy world." you said, Bobby speaking up before Dean could argue.

"Kid, I know you're in there somewhere, and I need you to listen to me." Bobby said before clearing his throat. "You got to hang in there. I need ya to fight, Kid. I need ya to fight as hard as you can. You're the only good thing I got left. You're the one thing that I'm proud of, the one thing I know I did right."

"I can't." you said, shaking your head. "I can't fuckin' see him like this, but I don't want to leave him. I can't leave him alone." you added, trying your best not to cry.

"I know." Dean said, turning his head when he heard a voice calling out.

"What the fuck?" you asked, turning towards the door. "You hear it, too?"

"Yeah." Dean said, the two of you walking out into the hallway.

"Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" a girl asked, Dean looking to you.

"Now what?" he asked, you shrugging your shoulders.

"Fuck if I know." you said, the two of you watching as the girl continued to panic.

"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" she begged, Dean taking your hand before the two of walked towards her.

"Can you see us?" Dean asked, the girl looking at the two of you in shock.

"Yeah." she replied, taking a few steps towards the two of you.

"All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?" Dean asked.

"Tessa." she answered, her voice shaking a little.

"Okay, good, Tessa. I'm Dean, and this is Y/N." Dean said, introducing the two of you.

"What's happening to me? Am...am I dead?" Tessa asked, looking between you and Dean.

"That sort of depends." Dean said, you shaking your head.

"And what he means by that is pretty much. You're livin' on borrowed time, and time is fuckin' running out." you said, not sugar coating anything, Tessa's eyes wide with horror.

You, Dean, and Tessa stood outside of a hospital room. The three of you looked in at Tessa's body, her body hooked up to different machines just like you and Dean. A woman was sitting by her bedside, holding her hand, and you had to look away. The scene reminded you too much of the one back in your room, your guilt for leaving Bobby alone weighing heavily on you.

"I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy." Tessa said, her eyes glued to her body.

"Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications." Dean said, Tessa glancing over at him.

"It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream." Tessa said, shaking her head, refusing to believe that it was real.

"It's not a dream." you said, walking away from the room.

"Then what else could it be?" she asked, desperate for an answer.

"You ever heard of an out of body experience?" Dean asked, Tessa raising a brow at him.

"What are you some new agey guy?" Tessa asked, you huffing out a small laugh.

"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names...bi-location, crisis apparition, fetches...I think it's happening to us." Dean explained, you jumping in.

"And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death." you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall.

"So, we're going to die?" Tessa asked looking between you and Dean, you shrugging your shoulders.

"No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, and we can snap right back in there and wake up." Dean said, trying to give her some hope, a grim look on your face because you knew that you weren't getting better without some serious intervention.

"What do you mean you felt something?" John asked, Sam now back in the room with him.

"I mean, it felt like, like Dean and Y/N. Like they were there, just out of eye-shot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it...but do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think their spirits could be around?" Sam asked, John pausing a moment.

"Anything's possible." John said, Sam nodding, his mind zeroing in on an idea.

"Well, there's one way to find out." Sam said, turning to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" John asked, Sam looking at him over his shoulder.

"I gotta pick something up. I'll be back." Sam said as he continued to walk towards the door.

"Wait, Sam. I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know that Dean and Y/N are okay." John said, Sam nodding before leaving the room.

"I gotta say, I'm a little impressed." Dean said as the two of you and Tessa walked down the hallway.

"With what?" Tessa asked, looking over to him.

"With you. Most people in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me." Dean said, Tessa shrugging her shoulders.

"Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first, but now...I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing." she said, you glancing over at her, her calm demeanor a little off putting to you.

"So, you're okay with dying?" Dean asked, Tessa shaking her head.

"No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen. It's out of my control. It's fate." she said.

"Huh. Well, that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting, no matter what." Dean said, subtly looking at you.

"Sounds a little like denial to me. I mean, if it's your time to go, then it's your time." Tessa said, Dean huffing out a breath.

"No, he's right. Fuck fate. Life is a messy, ugly, shit show most of the time, but I'll be damned if I'm going out like this. You can't let-" you said, an announcement over the PA system cutting you off.

"Room 237, code blue. Dr. Kripke to room 237, code blue." the voice announced, both you and Dean taking off.

"Where are you guys going?" Tessa called out, Dean glancing back at her.

"Just wait here." he said, the two of you running down the hallway to room 237, the same spirit that was after you and Dean hovering over a little girl as the medical staff was trying to resuscitate her.

"Get away from her!" Dean yelled, both of you lunging at the spirit that quickly vanished, the nurses stopping resuscitation attempts once it was gone.

"All right, let's call it." the doctor said, you shaking your head in frustration.

"Time of death, 5:11 p.m." the doctor announced, everyone in the room looking solemn.

"God damn it." you spat before turning to walk out.

"At least she's not suffering anymore." one of the nurses said, Dean looking at the little girl with a stunned expression on his face.

"Come on. We were too fuckin' late." you said, stopping in the doorway as you waited for Dean to follow after you.

"I don't  understand." Dean said, you turning to face him. "Why couldn't we grab it this time?"

"I don't know." you breathed out, Tessa approaching the two of you.

"What's going on?" she asked, a blindingly bright light at the end of the hall catching your attention.

"You see that?" you asked, nodding your head towards the end of the hall before taking off.

"See what? Singer?" Dean asked, following after you. "See what?"

"The light." you said, coming to a stop in front of it.

"What light?" Dean asked, you completely ignoring him as you stared straight ahead at the wall. "Singer, what light?"

"That one. It's right fuckin' here." you said, the light so bright that it hurt your eyes, the power radiating from it practically buzzing through your entire body.

"I...I don't see anything." Dean said, staring at the drab wall in front of him.

"How can you not see that? It's so...." you said, trailing off as you took a step towards the light, one hand held out in front of you.

"What are you doing? Stop." Dean ordered, reaching out for you, a look of horror on his face, his hand closing around nothing as he watched you disappear into thin air. "Singer! Singer!!" Dean screamed as he pounded his fists against the wall, complete panic overtaking him.

"What the fuck?" you breathed out, your heart racing as you realized that you were no longer in the hospital. "Dean? Dean?!" you called out, spinning in a circle, Dean nowhere in sight.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself as you surveyed the area. It was beautiful, if you were into that whole nature thing. The grass was the greenest you had ever seen. There were trees as far as the eye could see, and a small stream was flowing lazily to the right of you.

You looked up to see a perfect blue sky, the sun shining down giving everything an ethereal glow. It looked like something right out of a painting. In fact, you were sure you had seen this very scene on the wall of plenty of motel rooms, or maybe it was from one of those picture perfect post cards that you would scan over in every little shop you stopped in. It would have one of those cliche greetings from paradise messages scrolled across it, and you couldn't help but think of it as a Garden of Eden knock off.

However, the perfection that lay before you was absent of any signs life. It was utterly silent, no chirping birds, no sound of a breeze rustling leaves, even the flowing stream seemed to produce no sound at all.

"I've gotta get the fuck out of here." you said, whipping around, hoping that the bright light you saw in the hospital would be behind you.

Much to your dismay the scene behind you looked exactly the same as the one in front you. The horizon didn't seem to have an end, and you knew that staying put was going to get you nowhere. You turned back around and started walking, determined to find a way out of there. There were people that needed you, and you'd be damned if you were going to stay there. You were going to do whatever you had to do to get back.  

Dean had searched the entire hospital for you. He had screamed your name until his throat was raw, and it was all for nothing. All of his efforts were fruitless. There wasn't a single sign of you, or the light you had seen anywhere. He had searched every square inch for some sort of hidden wall or trap door, and had basically driven himself to the brink of insanity trying to communicate with Bobby.

Dean finally went back to his own room, hoping that Sam would show up at some point. As he sat there alone, his own broken body his only company, he tried to think of a way to talk to Sam. He had to get a message across to him somehow, the thought of how he moved the glass running through his head as he sat there and waited.

"Hey. I think maybe you guys are around." Sam said, Dean looking up as Sam walked into the room with a brown, paper bag held under one arm. "And, if you are...don't make fun of me for this, but, um, well....there's one way we can talk." Sam added, as he pulled a box labeled "Mystical Talking Board" out of the bag.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean said, coming up behind him as Sam sat down cross legged on the floor before pulling the board from the box.

"Dean? Y/N? Are you here?" Sam asked, Dean shaking his head.

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." Dean said as he sat down across from Sam. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work."

Sam had his fingers poised on the planchette, and Dean hesitantly did the same, willing to try anything at this point even though he had little faith that it would work. Dean took a deep breath and concentrated on moving the planchette to "YES" on the board.

"I'll be damned." Dean breathed out, shocked that it worked.

"It's good to hear from you guys. It hasn't been the same without you two." Sam said, laughing a little in relief.

"Damn straight." Dean said as he placed his fingers back on the planchette and started to slide it.

"Guys, what?" Sam asked, trying to follow the message. "Sing...Singer's...g-o...gone. Y/N's gone?" Sam asked, a worried look appearing on his face as Dean slid the planchette to yes. "What do you mean gone? She was with you?" Sam asked, Dean getting frustrated at the rapid fire questions as he hovered the planchette over the word yes.

"Slow down, Sam." Dean said, trying to think of a way to explain what happened.

"Do you know what happened to her? Where did she go?" Sam asked, Dean sighing as he started to move the planchette.

"I-n-t-o...t-h-e...l-i-g-h-t." Dean spelled out, repeating some of the letters under his breath as he moved the planchette.

"Into the light? Dean, what does that mean?" Sam asked, the only thing he could think of being the myth of people going into a bright light when they passed.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered, frustrated that he couldn't get his point across.

"Dean, what? H? U? Hunting? What? Were you guys hunting?" Sam asked, the planchette sliding back to yes. "You were hunting, and Y/N went into the light?"

"Come on, Sam." Dean said, sliding the planchette back to yes before spelling out another word.

"D-i-s-a...disappeared? You guys were hunting, and Y/N disappeared into the light?" Sam asked, the planchette flying to yes.

"Now we're gettin' somewhere." Dean said, waiting for Sam to ask another question.

"It's in the hospital? What you're hunting? Do...do you know what it is?" Sam asked, once again firing off multiple questions.

"One question at a time, dude." Dean said, Sam seeming to get the message.

"What is it?" Sam asked, Dean sliding the planchette to the letters, R, E, A, and P.

"I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up, but it didn't touch her. It wasn't anywhere near her." Dean said as he finished spelling.

"A reaper. Dean, is it after you?" Sam asked, the planchette sliding to yes. "And it was after Y/N, too?" Sam asked, the planchette once again sliding to yes.

"But, it didn't get her, Sam. It didn't..." Dean said, Sam looking as though he was deep in thought.

"Did she go into this...light before it could get her, or....?" Sam asked, trailing off as Dean slid the planchette to yes. "Well, if it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it."

"Yeah, you can't kill death." Dean muttered, defeated.

"Man, you're, um....you guys..." Sam said, stopping short.

"We're screwed, Sam." Dean said, shaking his head.

"No. No, no, no, um...there's gotta be a way." Sam said as he stood up and started to pace. "There's gotta be a way. Dad or Bobby will know what to do." he said before quickly leaving the room.

"Dad." Sam whispered as he slowly pushed open the door to John's room and crept inside, trying his best to be quiet. "Dad?" Sam tried again, before noticing John's empty bed.

Sam grabbed John's journal and walked out of the room. He made his way down the hall towards your room, hoping that John was inside talking to Bobby. He pushed open the door to your room, John's journal tucked under his arm.

"Dad? Bobby?" he called out, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room, finally able to see that the room was empty with the exception of you.

Sam walked further into the room, and took a seat in the empty chair by your bed. He placed the journal on his lap, and leaned down, his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. He blew out a slow, frustrated breath, and hoped that Bobby would be back soon. He needed help, and he needed it fast. He didn't know how much time you or Dean had left, and he couldn't stand the thought of losing either one of you.

"I'm gonna figure this out." Sam quietly said before raising his head to look at you. "I don't know if you can hear me, but Y/N...you gotta hold on, okay? You just gotta....I can't lose you guys." Sam choked out, tears threatening to spill. "But, I just...I don't know what to do."

John pushed open the door to the boiler room, and walked inside carrying a duffel bag with his good arm. He walked through a dark and dripping hallway to a clean space and placed the bag down on the floor. John crouched down beside the bag and opened it before pulling out a box of white chalk. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling before grabbing a piece of the chalk and starting to draw.

Sam walked back into Dean's room with John's journal, and he sat down on the edge of Dean's bed. He had tried his best to compose himself after leaving your room, not wanting Dean to see him worried.

"Hey. So, Dad wasn't in his room, and Bobby wasn't in Y/N's." he said as he placed the journal on his lap.

"Where are they?" Dean asked, worried that they weren't there.

"But, I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something in here." Sam said as he flipped open the journal and started to leaf through it, Dean coming to stand behind him.

"Thanks for not giving up on us, Sammy." Dean said, Sam turning to a page that said "Reapers", Dean leaning over to read the page, his eyes suddenly going wide. "Son of a bitch." he breathed out before rushing out of the room.

Dean stalked down the hallway, checking every room until he saw Tessa sitting on a bed in one of the empty rooms.

"Hi, Dean." she said as he walked into the room.

"You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically, they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, uh, a pretty girl. You are much prettier than the last reaper I met." Dean said, stopping a few feet in front of her.

"I was wondering when you would figure it out." Tessa said, Dean shaking his head.

"I should have known. That whole accepting fate rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But, the mother and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out." Dean said, Tessa shrugging her shoulders.

"It's my sandbox. I can make you see whatever I want." she said, Dean scoffing.

"What is this like a turn on for you? Toying with me? Let me guess, you're the one who made Singer see that light. You're the one that did something to her. Guess you thought splitting us up would make it easier for you." Dean said, Tessa looking at him with sad eyes.

"You didn't give me much of a choice, Dean. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girls feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me." she said, choosing to not to mention you, Dean quickly getting angry.

"Your feelings? I don't care about your fucking feelings, and the only thing I want to talk about is what you did with Y/N." Dean said, Tessa rising to her feet.

"I didn't do anything to her." she said, Dean shaking his head, refusing to believe her.

"You're lying. You said that this was your fucking sandbox. You said you could make us see what you wanted. You made her fucking see that. I know you know where she is, and you're gonna bring her back right now, or-" Dean said, Tessa interrupting.

"It's true that I can make you see what I want, but I don't know where she is, Dean. I didn't do anything to her, and I can't bring her back. Bringing people back is not my job." Tessa said, Dean taking a step back from her, his heart starting to pound in his chest.

"God fucking damn it." you said, pushing your way through a thick mass of shrubbery. "I've had enough of this fucking hippie, nature bullshit!! I swear I'm going to burn this whole fucking place to the ground." you seethed, pain suddenly radiating from your foot. "Son of a mother fucking bitch!!" you screamed as you looked down at the cut on your foot, blood starting to drip down the sole of your foot.

"Hush now, child." a woman said as she stepped out from behind a tree, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

"Who the fuck are you?" you asked, jumping back, startled by her sudden appearance, the woman just standing there staring at you.

She was the first person you had come into contact with. Hell, she was the first sign of any living being you had seen since you got there, and you found yourself studying her closely.

She was beautiful by every sense of the word. She was tall and thin with long, flowing chestnut hair. Her vibrant blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you as she stood there staring, the long, sheer, white dress she was wearing billowing around her bare feet. She had an other worldly feel about her, and you found yourself growing more uncomfortable the longer you were in her presence.

"I asked you who the fuck you were, lady." you said, getting into a defensive stance, preparing yourself for a fight.

"I'm here to help you, sweet child." she said, continuing to walk towards you.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need a little more than that, lady, and I'm gonna need you to knock off the creepy fairy tale bullshit talk. You sound like you're straight out of a God damn Disney movie." you said, taking a few steps back.

"I'm here to show you the way, Y/N. I'm here to guide you home." she said, stopping in front of you.

"Show me the way? You're gonna get me out of here? You're going to take me back?" you asked, feeling hopeful for the first time since you got there.

"Back? You can't go back, Y/N. That's not your home. You're needed here. You have important things to do. You have to live up to your destiny, my child." she said, raising her hand to your cheek, you quickly swatting it away.

"My destiny? Fuck you, lady. You stay the fuck away from me. You're with him, aren't you? I should have fuckin' known." you said, backing away from her.

"With who?" she asked, following after you.

"Get fuckin' back!!" you yelled, the woman stopping in her tracks. "You're with him....the demon. Yellow Eyes. He already told me about his big fuckin' plans and the destiny bullshit, but you two can go fuck yourselves. I won't do a God damn thing for either of you."

"No, no, no, child. I'm not with him, not at all. That's why you can't go back. He's after you. He wants you, and I'm here to keep you safe." she said, you scoffing.

"Keep me safe? I think you're a little too fuckin' late for that. I mean, by the looks of everything I'm totally fuckin' screwed, so great job there you fuckin' nut job. Look, I don't have time for this bullshit. I have to get back. There are people there that need me, so if you're not gonna help me with that then get the fuck out of my way." you said, the woman giving you a sad smile.

"Child, you're needed here. We need you. There are grave matters we must attend to, and we have been waiting long enough." she said, reaching out for you, you quickly raising your hand in front of you, the ball of light in your palm appearing more powerful than you had ever seen it.

"Well, you're just gonna have to keep fuckin' waiting." you said before releasing the light, the woman suddenly flying back through the trees.

You turned quickly on your heel and started to run back through the trees, branches tearing at your clothes and scratching at your skin. You were so focused on getting as far away from her as you possibly could that you missed the sound of another pair of footsteps following after you.

You continued to push through the massive overgrowth of vegetation, the person trailing after you slowly gaining on you. You finally had to come to a stop, your lungs burning, your muscles aching with fatigue and overexertion. You stood there for a few moments, trying to get your wits about you, when you heard rustling behind you. You whipped around, your hand raised, ready to defend yourself, shocked to find that nothing was there.

You dropped your hand back to your side and let out a slow breath, fully convinced that your mind must be playing tricks on you. You turned back around, your eyes flicking through the trees, trying to decide what direction to go. There was a path to the left that didn't seem to be as dense, and you decided to head that way. Before you could even take a full step you felt a hand clamp over your mouth and a strong arm wrap around you from behind, effectively pinning your arms to your sides.

You started to struggle and thrash about wildly, trying your best to break free. The stranger tightened their hold on you, and lifted you off the ground. Your legs were kicking wildly in the air, and you could feel the strangers hold starting to slip.

"Please stop fighting. I just want to help you." a deep voice said, your muffled reply of fuck you coming out unintelligible. "You want out of here, right? I can help you. I can get you back to your home."

You stopped struggling, and the man carefully lowered you back down to the ground. He still had one arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand was still clamped over your mouth. Every part of you wanted to fight, but you forced yourself to remain still, hoping that this person would live up to their word and get you home.

"I'm going to let you go, but you mustn't scream. They'll hear you. She'll hear you, and if she does there will be nothing I can do to get you out of here." he said, you slowly nodding your head to let him know that you understood.

The man slowly released you, and took a step back. You whipped around to face him, and he took another step back with both of his hands help up in front of him, his way of showing you that he was weaponless.

His lack of weapons didn't really matter. You knew that he could easily overpower you if he wanted to. He already had. He was a big man, nearly equal in height with Sam. You knew he was strong before you had even laid eyes on him, and seeing his muscled frame only further proved your point.

You raised your eyes to his face, quickly taking in his chiseled features. He had a strong jawline, the same piercing blue eyes as the woman you encountered earlier, and a mass of perfectly curled blonde hair.

"Who are you?" you asked, taking another step back, the more distance you could put between the two of you the better.

"My name is Aislin, and I mean you no no harm." he said, his hands still held up in front of him. "I only want to help."

"Help? You mean, you can really get me back?" you asked, still a little unsure if you could trust him.

"I can." he said, taking a careful step towards you. "If you-"

"If I what?" you quickly interrupted, afraid of what he might say.

"She didn't offer you anything to eat or drink, did she?" he asked, you shaking your head.

"No, and even if she would have, I wouldn't have fallen for any of her Jim Jones Kool-Aid bullshit. I'm smarter than that." you said, Aislin giving you a bright smile. "Do you know what she wanted with me? She said that I was needed here, that I had a destiny to follow."

"No, I don't. I'm sorry. I wish I had answers." he said, you nodding your head, a little disappointed.

"Well." you sighed, pausing a moment. "I guess it doesn't matter. The only thing I care about is getting back." you said, Aislin watching you closely. "Why are you helping me? What's the catch?"

"I heard you say that you had people that needed you, and I...I understand what that's like." he said, pausing a moment. "And...this place...it isn't what it seems."

"Not what it seems?" you asked, Aislin nodding. "What is this place? I mean, where the fuck are we?" you asked, the sound of rustling causing Aislin to quickly look over his shoulder.

"There's no time to explain. If you want to go back we have to leave now. They're coming." he said, taking your hand in his, the two of you rushing off into the trees.

John finished the chalk symbol he was drawing and placed several candles and a black bowl around it before starting to in-cant in Latin.

He slid a knife across his palm, drawing blood and let it drip down into the bowl. He lit a match and dropped it in, the sand in the bowl flaring up before going out. John slowly stood up and looked around the room, a hand suddenly grabbing onto his shoulder from behind.

"What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?" a man asked, John whipping around to face him.

"I can explain." John said, the man watching him closely.

"Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me." the man said, John pulling out the Colt and cocking it.

"Hey. How stupid do you think I am?" John asked, the man's eyes suddenly glowing yellow.

"You really want an answer to that?" he asked as two possessed men in lab coats came up to take positions behind John. "You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things, but suicidally reckless wasn't one of them."

"I could always shoot you." John threatened, nodding towards the Colt.

"You could always miss." Yellow Eyes fired back, laughing. "And you've only got one try, don't cha? Did you really think you could trap me?"

"Oh, I don't want to trap you." John said, lowering the gun. "I want to make a deal." he added, an intrigued look sliding onto Yellow Eyes' face.

Sam was standing next to the window in Dean's room, his hands in his pockets, "Dean, are you here?" he asked, looking around. "I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you or Y/N, but I'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. You both just have to keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't...you guys can't leave me here alone with Dad. We'll kill each other. You two know that." he said, pausing a moment. "Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?"

Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration as he paced the room, "Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?" he asked, still trying to think of a way to find out what Tessa had done with you.

"How death is nothing to fear." Tessa said, stepping in front of him to touch his cheek. "It's your time to go, Dean. You're living on borrowed time already."

"Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but...you've gotta make an exception. You've gotta cut me a break." Dean said, moving past Tessa to stare out a dark window.

"Stage three: bargaining." Tessa said, Dean turning to face her.

"I'm serious. I've...I've got to get Y/N back, and my family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this...um, war, and they need me." Dean said, Tessa giving him a sad smile.

"The fight's over." she said.

"No, it isn't." Dean said, shaking his head.

"It is for you, Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance, but they're wrong. The battle goes on without them." Tessa explained, Dean taking a step back.

"My brother...Y/N...they could die without me." Dean said, Tessa cocking her head to the side.

"Y/N's time is up, Dean, and your brother..."she said, pausing a moment. "Maybe he will, maybe he won't. There's nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death."

"I think I'll pass on the seventy two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway." Dean fired back, Tessa chuckling.

"That's funny. You're very cute." she said, a smile on her face.

"There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground, and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do." Dean said, Tessa sighing.

"Well, like you said, there's always a choice. I can't make you come with me, but you're not getting back in your body and neither is Y/N. She may never come back from wherever she is Dean, and that's just facts. So, yes...you can stay. You'll stay here for years waiting for someone that may never come back. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent." Tessa said, trying her best to get through to him.

"What are you saying?" Dean asked, looking down at her.

"Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, and they can't move on. And, you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt." Tessa said, Dean walking to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"It's very unseemly...making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?" Yellow Eyes asked, him, John, and the two demons still standing in a circle around the summoning symbol.

"It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean and Y/N. You've got to bring them back." John said, Yellow Eyes smiling at him.

"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them." he said, John staring directly at him. "And, the girl? What do you want with her, John?"

"She's family. It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean and Y/N." John said, Yellow Eyes shrugging.

"Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me. But, still, you're right. He isn't much of a threat, and neither is your other son." Yellow Eyes said, John lowering his head and raising his eyes. "But, Y/N...she's special. You already knew that though, didn't you? You know the truth, right? About her and Sammy? And the other children?"

"Yeah. I've known for awhile." John said, Yellow Eyes nodding.

"But, Sam doesn't, does he? She doesn't know either. You've been playing dumb." Yellow Eyes said, John starting to get frustrated. "But, there are things you don't know, John. I don't think you know just how special our little Y/N is."

"Can you bring them back? Yes or No?" John asked, wanting to get back on track, tired of listening to Yellow Eyes monologue.

"No, but I know someone who can. It's not a problem." Yellow Eyes said, John nodding.

"Good. Before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure they're okay. Both of them, with my own eyes." John said, Yellow Eyes chuckling.

"Oh, John. I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" Yellow Eyes asked, John shaking his head slowly. "Fine."

"So we have a deal?" John asked, Yellow Eyes staring at him a moment before shaking his head no.

"No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot." he said, John giving him a puzzled look.

"With what?" John asked, Yellow Eyes taking a few steps towards him.

"There's something else I want as much as that gun. Maybe more." Yellow Eyes said, a wicked grin on his face.

"It's time to put the pain behind you." Tessa said from behind Dean as she stroked his hair tenderly.

"And go where? Will Y/N be there?" Dean asked.

"Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So, what's it going to be?" Tessa asked, Dean turning to face her, the lights starting to flicker, a familiar buzz starting.

"What are you doing that for?" Dean asked, Tessa looking around the room in panic.

"I'm not doing it." she said, both her and Dean turning to look at a vent in the floor, a black ichor beginning to pour out of it.

"What the hell?" Dean asked, Tessa's eyes going wide.

"You can't do this! Get away!!" Tessa cried, fear in her voice.

"What's happening?" Dean asked, Tessa screaming as the ichor flowed into her mouth, her eyes glowing yellow seconds later.

"Today's your lucky day, kid." she said as she placed her hand on Dean's forehead, Dean suddenly starting to convulse.

Sam was back in Dean's room, sitting on the edge of the bed as Dean gasped. Sam jumped up and watched as Dean woke suddenly, choking on the tube in his throat.

"Dean?" Sam asked before rushing out of the room into the hallway. "Help! I need help!!"

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." the doctor said as he stood at the end of Dean's bed and flipped through his chart.

"So, I can get out of my bed then?" Dean asked, aching to be by your side.

"I don't think that's wise. There are still some tests I want to run, and-" the doctor started, Dean interrupting.

"Listen, I've got somewhere to be, so unless you plan on tying me down I gotta go. Thanks for everything, Doc." Dean said before turning to Sam. "Let's go."

Sam walked to Dean's bedside and helped him get to his feet, the doctor shaking his head in disapproval as he walked out of the room, "Dean, are you sure about this? I mean, I'll go sit with her, and Bobby's there." Sam said as Dean walked towards the door.

"You're not stopping me." Dean said before walking out into the hallway, Sam quickly following after him. "So, you said a reaper was after us?"

"Yeah." Sam said, keeping a close eye on Dean.

"So, how'd we ditch it?" Dean asked, Sam letting out a sigh.

"You got me. All I know is that you said you guys were hunting a reaper, and Y/N disappeared into some kind of light before it could get her. Dean, you really don't remember anything?" Sam asked, Dean shaking his head.

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong." Dean said as they reached your room.

Dean knocked on the door frame, and Bobby looked up from the book he was reading before closing it and placing it on the large stack next to his chair. Dean walked into the room, and Sam quickly followed after him.

"Anything?" Dean asked, Bobby shaking his head in defeat.

"No, nothing. You're sure about what you saw? About the light?" Bobby asked as Dean pulled up a chair next to your bed.

"Bobby, I...I can't remember anything." Dean said as he sat down, his focus entirely on you.

"Hey, Bobby? How about we go grab a cup of coffee?" Sam asked, trying to give Dean a moment alone with you.

"Y-yeah." Bobby said, rising hesitantly from his chair, reluctant to leave you.

"Come on." Sam said, leading him from the room, Dean watching them go before turning his attention back to you.

Dean stuck his hand through the rail of your bed and took your hand in his. He sat there for a moment, trying to think of what he wanted to say, his thumb running slowly back and forth over your fingers.

"Hey, Singer." Dean softly said before brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face with his free hand. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I...I need you to hold on. I need you to keep fighting and make your way back here. God, I need you to wake up, Singer. Please just wake up."

"How much further?" you asked, Aislin still pulling you through the trees.

"It's not much further now. We can't stop. They're coming." he said, you forcing yourself to run faster.

The two of you kept running, the trees finally starting to thin as you came upon a clearing. The scene before you was unlike anything else you had seen while you had been there. The lush greenery was gone, replaced instead with a barren, rocky hillside.

"We have to go." Aislin urged as he pulled you towards the hill.

He motioned for you to go in front of him, and he moved behind you to help push you up the jagged rocks to the top. In your haste to get there you stumbled, small rocks scattering around you causing you to lose your footing. Aislin quickly grabbed a hold of you, making sure you were steady before pushing you on.

The two of you finally reached the top, and you looked down at the forest below you to see the woman you encountered earlier emerge from the tree line, a small army following after her.

You turned back to Aislin, watching in shock as he raised his hand, a ball of light glowing in his palm. He released his light, and the same bright light that you saw in the hospital appeared before you.

"Hurry. You must go. There isn't much time." he said, holding out his hand to you.

"Wait. What...what are you? We're...we're the same, aren't we?" you asked, taking a hold of his hand.

"We are." he said before suddenly pushing you into the light.

You stumbled over your feet, your arms coming out to break your fall. You quickly rolled over, the drab hallway of the hospital causing you to let out a sigh of relief. You were back. You looked up into the light and watched as it started to fade, taking all of the answers to your questions along with it.

"Aislin, wait!" you shouted, jumping to your feet, the light disappearing into nothing. "God damn it!!" you shouted, pounding at the wall with your fists.

You leaned your forehead against the wall, completely frustrated that the truth you had been searching for was ripped away from you before you even had a chance to learn it. You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, needing to take a minute to calm yourself. Suddenly Dean popped into your head, and you pushed yourself away from the wall.

"Dean?! Dean?!" you called out as you ran down the hallway, looking into each room.

You finally came upon Dean's room, and stopped just outside of the door. Part of you was afraid to see him. You could feel the panic start to set in. Your chest was growing tight, and your palms started to sweat. What if he hadn't gotten any better, or even worse, what if he was gone? What if something happened to him while you were gone?

You forced yourself to step inside, your entire world stopping when you laid eyes on the empty bed. You couldn't breath. You couldn't think. You couldn't move. You just stood there completely frozen, the empty room your own personal hell.

You couldn't help but feel like it was all your fault. If you would have stayed there you could have helped him, but you left. You left him all alone when he needed you.

You were tempted to go and find Sam, knowing that he was probably completely broken, but you couldn't make yourself leave just yet. It's not like you could even comfort him anyway, and you didn't think you could stand to see him like that.

So, you took a few shaky steps, pausing a moment once you reached the bed. You looked down at it, the sheet and blanket was thrown back. They hadn't even had time to ready the room for someone else. You sat down on the edge, and placed your hand on the middle of the bed, thinking to yourself just how close you must have been to getting back in time.

Then, the blaming started. You wished that you would have ran into Aislin sooner. You wished you would have ran faster. Hell, you wished you never would have went into that stupid light in the first place.

It's funny the difference a few minutes can make. If you would have gotten back sooner you could have helped, but no matter how hard you wished, how hard you prayed, you couldn't get those minutes back. They were gone, just like he was. So, you did the only thing you could think of, you waited.

It didn't take you long to figure out that the spirit you and Dean had seen was actually a reaper, and you were going to sit there and wait until it found you. There was nothing left to do. You had given up. You knew that you were never going to make it out of there in the first place. You had no illusions about that now, but you had hoped with everything you had that Dean would, that Sam would be able to find a way to save him.

But, life isn't fair and you very rarely got what you hoped for, especially with the life you lead. You knew it wouldn't be long. Your borrowed time had ran out long ago, and at that moment you thought anything would be better than dealing the void he left behind, even if that anything was death.

Your patience was starting to grow thin. You had no idea how long you had been sitting there. You couldn't tell if it had been hours or mere minutes, but you knew that you couldn't sit there any longer. If the damn thing wasn't going to take you, you were going to track it down and make it.

"All right, you son of a bitch!" you yelled as you walked out into the hallway. "You wanted me. Well, here I fucking am! Come and get me!"

You continued down the hall, your threats and pleas having absolutely no effect. You came to a stop outside of your room, the door slightly ajar. You thought about going in for a moment, wanting to see Bobby one last time, but you quickly decided against it. You knew that nothing good could come from seeing him like that, so you leaned yourself against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor.

A few minutes later you saw a nurse walking down the hall towards you, and you watched as she came to a stop in front of your door. She lifted her hand and knocked gently on the door, announcing her presence before she stepped inside.

"I'll just be a minute, sir. I need to check a few things." she said, you assuming that she was talking to Bobby.

"Do you need me to move?" a voice quietly asked causing you to quickly scramble to your feet.

You couldn't seem to get into the room fast enough, your body jerking to a halt when you saw him sitting there. The amount of relief you felt in that moment was indescribable. He was alive. Dean was okay.

"You scared the shit out of me, Winchester." you said, a smile on your face as you walked over to him.

You watched as Dean thanked the nurse before she left the room, his attention on you the entire time. He picked up your hand, being careful not to disturb the IV there.

"She said everything looked good." Dean said, you shaking your head.

"You know better than that, De." you said, a sad smile on your face, a gentle knock at the door causing both you and Dean to look up.

"How you feeling, dude?" John asked as he hovered in the doorway.

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive." Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"That's what matters." John said, taking a few steps into the room.

"Yeah, if you say so." Dean said, looking back to your body.

"She, uh...she any better?" John asked, Dean slowly shaking his head no. "Don't give up on her. If anybody could pull through this...it's her."

"Fuck. What'd you do, John?" you asked, watching him closely, part of you knowing that he went through with his plan.

"I'm not giving up, but I...I-" Dean said, John cutting him off.

"Trust me on this one, son." John said, you shaking your head.

"God damn it, John." you said, knowing for sure now that he went through with it.

"I'll give you some time, but I want to talk to you later." John said, leaving the room before Dean could say anything.

You were tempted to follow after him. You wanted to see if you could piece together exactly what the deal he made was for, but you couldn't leave Dean. So, you walked to the corner of the room, and sat down in the chair there. You pulled your legs up underneath you, and just watched him, completely content with just being in the same room with him.

"He's right, you know? If anybody can claw their way back, it's you. And, I don't care how long it takes. I'm gonna be right here, Singer. You hear me? I'm not going anywhere...cause it's you and me, okay? So, you get your ass back here. We need you. I...I need you. You don't get to check out on me. You got that? It's...it's you and me." Dean said, fighting back tears.

"It'll always be you and me. Even if I'm not here, De." you said, wishing he could hear you.

"Well, wasn't that sweet? I'm a little choked up." someone said, you looking to the door to see Tessa standing there.

"About fucking time. You know, I knew there was something off about you." you said as Tessa walked into the room.

"Oh, you have no idea." she said, her eyes suddenly glowing yellow, you scoffing.

"Am I supposed to be shocked?" you asked, Yellow Eyes smiling at you.

"You always were a smart one." he said, coming to a stop at the end of your bed, a few feet away from you.

"Well, it doesn't take a fuckin' genius to figure that one out. So, you get the Colt and the bullet then?" you asked, Yellow Eyes laughing.

"The Colt and the bullet was for lover-boy over there." Yellow Eyes said, you shaking your head. "No, for you we had to sweeten the pot."

"Look, you have the gun and the bullet. You brought Dean back. That's good enough. You let John live and leave me out of it." you said, Yellow Eyes chuckling.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Now, Y/N that's just not good business. A deal was made, and I fully intend to follow through with it. You know, you're not so easy to track down, and you've already made me look bad enough. John thinks I can't fulfill my end of the bargain." Yellow Eyes said, you rolling your eyes.

"Oh, boo fuckin' hoo. You think I give a shit about making you look bad? You might as well kiss your end of the fuckin' bargain goodbye-" you tried to say, Yellow Eye's boisterous laughter cutting you off.

"That's what I love about you. There's so much rage in you, and rage always wins. It's gonna smother that little light of yours right out." he said as he walked towards you. "You don't have a choice, Y/N. You don't have a choice in anything. Your destiny is set. I'll see you soon." he added, his yellow eyes twinkling as he raised his hand and placed it on your forehead.

The next thing you knew you were struggling to breath, choking on the tube in your throat. You looked over to Dean, your eyes wide with fear, the expression on his face mirroring yours.

"Help! I need some help in here!!" Dean yelled before quickly taking your hand in his. "Hey. Hey, Singer. It's okay. You're going to be okay." he said as a nurse ran into the room and quickly pushed him aside.

"You scared the hell outta me, Kid." Bobby said from his spot at your bedside.

"You should be used to that by now." you rasped out, the corner of Bobby's mouth turning up.

"Don't think I won't kick your ass." Bobby said, you huffing out a laugh.

"Maybe let her get out of here first." Sam said, a smile on his face as he walked into the room. "But, I might have to get in on that action."

"Save it, Samantha. Even on my worst day I could still take you." you teased, Sam laughing loudly as he looked over at Dean, who was standing off to the side next to the window.

He hadn't said much since you woke up. You were hoping that it was just because he hadn't had the time. Your room had been a chaotic mess. There had been doctors and nurses running in and out every few minutes, and the two of you hadn't had a chance to be alone yet. You looked over at him, and he gave you a small smile just as another doctor walked in.

"We want to take you for a few tests." the doctor said, looking down at your chart. "You're a real-"

"Miracle." you finished for him, the doctor nodding. "Yeah, I kinda got that."

"We just want to make sure that everything is okay. It shouldn't take long." he explained, Bobby rising from his chair.

"You do what you gotta do, Doc." Bobby said before turning to you. "No arguments."

"I'll let you know when we're finished." the doctor said as Sam and Bobby headed towards the door.

"Can I have a minute?" you asked, glancing at Dean before turning your attention back to the doctor, the doctor nodding before following after Sam and Bobby.

Dean watched the three of them walk out and waited a minute before speaking, "So, how...how do you feel?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Fine." you said, despite the feeling in your gut that something was wrong.

"I just...I..."Dean said, struggling to find the words, a nurse with an impatient look on her face waiting by the door.

"De, I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere, okay? It's you and me." you said, trying to reassure him, Dean quickly taking your hand as the nurse walked into the room, knowing that you would be able to hear everything he couldn't say out loud.

"You and me." he said, giving your hand a squeeze as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

"Me too." you said, when he pulled back, letting him know that you got the message.

"We really need to get you to CT." the nurse said in an inpatient tone.

"See ya when you get back." Dean said, giving your hand a final squeeze before stepping back.

"Go get some rest." you said as the nurse helped you into a wheelchair, Dean following behind the two of you until he reached his room.

"How's she doing?" Sam asked as Dean walked in.

"She's, uh, she's good." Dean said as he climbed into bed.

"Man, I can't tell you how good it is to have both of you back. You guys had me worried for a minute." Sam said, Dean huffing out a laugh.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Dean said, John appearing in the doorway.

"Y/N okay?" John asked, both Sam and Dean looking over to him.

"She's good. They're taking her for some tests now." Dean said, John slowly nodding as he walked into the room.

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

"I had some things to take care of." John said, Sam scoffing.

"Well, that's specific." Sam sarcastically said, Dean looking to him.

"Come on, Sam." Dean pleaded, not wanting them to get into an argument.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean.

"No." John said, Sam shaking his head in disbelief.

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asked, looking directly at John.

"Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I...I've made some mistakes, but I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" John pleaded, the expression on Sam's face suddenly softening.

"Dad, are you all right?" Sam asked, John's plea throwing him off.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you...uh, would you mind getting me a cup of coffee?" John asked, wanting to get Sam out of the room.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam said before leaving the room,  John watching him go, a slight frown on his face.

"What is it?" Dean asked once Sam was out of earshot.

"You know, when you were a kid I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen...I'd be...I'd be wrecked. And, you...you'd come up to me and you...you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye. You'd...you'd say, it's okay, Dad." John said, pausing a moment. "Dean, I'm sorry."

"What?" Dean asked, shocked by what he was hearing.

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put...I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy. You took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." John said, Dean taking a moment to process everything.

"This really you talking?" Dean asked, having a hard time believing that his father would actually say those things.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's really me." John assured him.

"Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked, John coming closer and putting his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay? Y/N, too." John said, Dean looking up at him.

"Yeah, Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me." Dean said, John giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"Don't be scared, Dean." John said before leaning down and whispering something into Dean's ear, Dean pulling back in shock once John was finished.

John walked into his room, and placed the Colt on the small bedside table before letting out a slow breath.

"Okay." he breathed out, knowing that it was time to fulfill his end of the bargain.

Sam was walking back to Dean's room with John's coffee in his hand. He glanced into a room, and saw John laying motionless on the floor.

"Dad?!" Sam called out, dropping the cup of coffee before rushing to John's side and kneeling beside him, screaming for help the entire time.

Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses were attempting resuscitation, this time on John. You, Sam, and Dean hovered in the doorway, you getting back from CT just in time.

"No, no, no. It's our Dad! It's our Dad!" Dean pleaded as a nurse tried to push the three of you out of the way. "Come on."

"Lady, you better back the fuck off." you said, taking a step towards her.

"Okay, stop compressions." one doctor said, Sam and Dean watching in horror.

"Come on. Come on." Dean pleaded as the nurse checked for a pulse.

"Still no pulse." she said, the doctor nodding as he stepped back from the bed, you looking away from the scene, unable to watch John fulfill his end of the bargain.

"Okay, that's it everybody." the doctor announced, Sam and Dean left speechless. "I'll call it. Time of death...10:41 a.m.."

A/N: I want to say a big thank you to everyone that took the time to read this. I am so sorry about the delay, and I truly appreciate the patience. I want to thank all of you for sticking with me, and I hope you know just how much I appreciate each and every one of you. <3 <3

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𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕  •  chapter 9  (Calum Hood AU)

HANGOVERS WERE SUCH a bitch.  Not only was my head pounding like a jackhammer, my body felt physically ill.  I could barely move when I woke up the next morning, not to mention the night before took a while to even remember.  I pieced together flashes until a succinct timeline began to form.  I remembered fruity drinks and loud music and a scratchy beard and a dark-haired boy that I kept pushing away whenever he reached out to help me.  As soon as I remembered Calum practically peeling the stranger off of me, my stomach twisted into knots.  It was humiliating, and my reaction to him didn’t help my case.  I didn’t necessarily regret having fun with a random guy in a club, but it wasn’t my finest hour for sure.  And though I was beyond irritated that Calum thought he had to save me, he deserved more of a thanks than I gave him.

But would I admit this to him in the light of a new day?  Absolutely not.

I couldn’t stay in my room forever, and I didn’t want to give Calum any suspicion that last night meant something or had rattled me more than it did.  My head was hurting way too much to study the details and figure out if Calum had any ulterior motives.  Besides, so what if he did?  I didn’t like Calum and he didn’t like me.

When I stumbled into the kitchen, surely looking like a zombie fresh out of a grave, Luke gave me a sympathetic smile.  

“Morning, sunshine,” he joked lightly as I grabbed a box of cereal and collapsed in the chair next to him.  His blue eyes were kind as he took in my awful appearance.  “Fun night?”

“You could say that,” I grumbled, blindly reaching into the box as I ate the cereal dry.  It was sugary and vaguely reminiscent of cardboard, but since I was hungover it tasted like the best damn food I’d ever had.

Hannah was sprawled across Ashton on the living room couch, and she gave me a half-hearted wave.  He was rubbing her shoulders and she looked half-dead too.  I bet her hangover was just as bad as mine.

“Why do we drink?” she groaned, rubbing her temples.  Ashton laughed and toyed with her hair, but she swatted at him.  “I’m serious, I always forget how much being hungover sucks.”

I took a big handful of cereal.  “Because being drunk is fun.”  It was true; I don’t think I’d ever laughed as much in one day as I did last night.  Sure, being drunk made me slightly stupid and naive, but at least I was blissfully ignorant.

“You would call what happened fun?”

My guard flew up as soon as Calum walked in.  His tone was sharp and accusing, and I grit my teeth.  I hadn’t told Hannah exactly what happened with the blonde guy; when she’d asked if I ever found him, I said I did and that he was a half-decent kisser.  I left out the part where he nearly took all my clothes off in a crowded club and Calum came in to save me.

My skin prickled as he sat in the chair diagonal to me, eyebrows raised in expectation.

I chewed slowly on the cereal, tentatively asking, “What?”

“You’re eating my cereal.”

Blinking in surprise, I glanced at the box.  It was the stupid frosted stuff he ate every damn day, and I had my hand buried in it.  Flushing a deep red, I handed him the box and swallowed the half-chewed lump of cereal in my mouth, choking slightly as it went down the wrong pipe.

“Sorry,” I wheezed, avoiding his gaze as per usual.  I had no idea what he thought of last night, and I wasn’t about to find out in front of all our friends.  They began to clear out one by one though, as Luke and Michael left for work and Ashton attempted to disconnect from Hannah who held on to him like a child.

“You’re girlfriend is dying and you’re just gonna leave?” she cried, dramatically throwing a hand across her forehead.  Ashton rolled his eyes and moved her legs off his lap.

“You’re not dying babe, you’re hungover.  And you have Calum and Scarlett to take care of you.”

Hannah pouted.  “Scarlett’s hungover too, so that leaves Calum alone to take care of both of us.”

“I don’t need Calum to take care of me,” I muttered, not even fully aware that I said the words out loud.  Fortunately I said it too quiet for Hannah or Ashton to hear, but Calum visibly tensed in front of me.

“Oh, really?” he fired back, jabbing his spoon roughly into the bowl of cereal before him. 

Leaning back with my arms folded, I forced my face to remain neutral.  “Really.  I don’t need someone coddling me, I can deal with things myself.”

This made him look up, and piercing brown eyes trapped my green ones.  He looked almost angry.  “And what exactly are you dealing with?”  His question left me floored, and I couldn’t help the surprised gasp that left my lips.  But then I straightened in the chair, controlling my shock.

“What are you talking about?”

He leaned closer so his words only reached my ears.  “I don’t believe this bullshit about being on a break from school.  We all know Hannah lied, so how do we know you aren’t lying too?”

“We should be respecting my damn privacy, because it’s none of your business.”  Panic bells were sounding in my brain.  I thought no one questioned my half-assed explanation for leaving school, but clearly one person saw right through the bullshit.

Calum exhaled through his nose.  “Whatever it is you’re trying to hide from just became my damn business last night when I had to save you from yourself.”

“I’m not hiding anything!” I hissed.  “And you don’t have to save me from myself, like I said I’m fine.”

“Bullshit,” he whispered, and we had both leaned forward to the point where we were only inches away from each other.  “You were drowning your sorrows in cheap cocktails and gross guys.  People who are fine don’t do that.”

My chest was rising and failing erratically, my heart pounding just as hard as the migraine in my head.  “You don’t know anything about me, Calum.”  

The intensity in his expression had me by the throat, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I wanted to.  From such a close proximity I saw the way his jaw was set, how his brows were low with concentration.  I also noticed the two small moles on his cheek, and how his hair had the gentlest of curls.  I wondered what he was noticing about me.

Finally, painstakingly, he replied, “You’re right.  I don’t have a clue.”  And then he leaned back, breaking the brief connection we’d had and leaving me with a wall of cold air between us.

“What are you guys bickering about now?” Hannah called distractedly from the living room as she flipped through channels.  Ashton had left and the three of us were alone.  Calum shrugged his shoulders, still watching me even after our conversation had been forced closed.

“Nothing important, apparently.”  

With that, he stood up from the table and left me alone.  I thought he’d disappear in his room, or even leave in his car.  But instead he went over in the living room with Hannah, and the two of them started watching some show they both liked.  I didn’t have work today, which meant I had nowhere to go and no reason to leave.  I thought I’d do something with Hannah, but with Calum suddenly very interested in spending time with her I couldn’t just steal her away.

I remembered what she said about being friends with Calum before anyone else.  The way they laughed and joked together about whatever they were watching made me wonder how she was so close to someone that was so cold.  But Calum and Hannah had some sort of understanding; they squabbled all the time, but were never mad at one another.  They could go from criticizing one another to laughing about it a second later.  I almost wanted to beg Hannah to tell me all of his secrets.  What made him tick?  Why was he so closed off to new people?  Was there something about me he didn’t like?

I almost felt like I was invading something private, and so I stood up to go back to my room.  But then Hannah waved me over.  “Come watch, this episode is so funny.”

Glancing at Calum, who was very pointedly looking at the TV, I slowly made my way over.  The only place for me to sit was next to Calum, as Hannah had stretched out on one side of the L shaped sofa.  He had his long legs resting on the coffee table, looking nonchalant and comfortable.  I tried to mimic my position to be just as carefree, but as I sat on a crooked leg I felt stiff and awkward.  Why did he have such an effect on me?  I couldn’t even sit properly in his presence, for god’s sake.  Sighing, I shifted uncomfortably, and I felt his eyes on me for a brief second.  But as quick as they came, they left.

For the rest of the day, we were an unlikely trio.  We’d binged nearly a whole season of a TV show, and then got so collectively sick of it we had to do something else.  Hannah said she wanted to make “something exotic” for dinner, so we spent the afternoon combing the cupboards for the proper ingredients.  The most exotic thing we could think of making was a box of pasta with miscellaneous vegetables in the fridge.

Cooking together was actually sort of fun, and I was reminded of making that damned grilled cheese with Calum.  A few times we locked eyes, and I was sure he was thinking of that afternoon as well.  Having Hannah with us diffused a lot of tension, and a few times we even shared a laugh.  The intensity of this morning had evaporated as the three of us worked on our concoction.

“Add garlic powder.  No dish with garlic powder could possibly be boring,” I suggested to Hannah as she went through all of the seasonings.  

Calum snorted.  “I always thought cilantro was the secret key ingredient.”  I smiled, stirring the tomato sauce as it bubbled in the small pot.

“You’re burning the mushrooms,” he warned me, and I let out an oh shit as I realized that the crackling sound in the background was my mushrooms turning to black.  I frantically scraped at the pan, hoping I could salvage them.  Calum came over to lower the stove-top temperature, and examined the wreckage.

“I think they’re done for,” he announced, and I sighed, hands on my hips as I rolled my lips into my mouth.  A smile played across his face as he dumped the burnt remains into the garbage.  “It’s alright, mushrooms are shit anyways.”

“Hey,” I protested.  “I like mushrooms.”

He chuckled, resting the pan in the sink to be scrubbed off.  “Duly noted.”

By the time dinner was almost ready the other guys had returned home.  Michael immediately said he could smell our burnt food from the driveway, and Luke questioned if what we were making was even edible.  Hannah angrily yelled at them and went on and on about how the three of us had spent all day kindly making them a meal and that they better shut up and eat it.

“I love when you get angry,” Ashton complimented as he gave her cheek a kiss.  Hannah waved him off.

“Can’t kiss now babe, I’m working,”  She was wiping down the plates and preparing them as if this was a cooking competition, while Calum and I leaned against the counter snacking on slightly burnt homemade croutons.

“You know, these don’t suck,” I said, referring to Calum’s handiwork with the croutons.  He’d chopped some nearly stale bread and seasoned them with a bunch of things, and seemed fairly proud when they’d come out of the oven.

“Thank you,” he accepted graciously, a note of sarcasm in his voice.  “I wish I could say the same about your mushrooms.”  I elbowed him with a small chuckle, popping one last crouton in my mouth before leaning forward and joining the others at the table.

Hannah presented everyone with a plate of our pasta, which sort of looked like a lump of penne drenched in sauce with a bunch of nondescript vegetables.  I took a seat next to Michael, and Calum took the one on my other side.  

Luke poked his fork at a fairly limp looking piece of broccoli.  “Yum,” he said with a wince.

Michael coughed slightly.  “You guys love you some garlic, huh?”

My jaw dropped.  “What, is it too much?  I swear I only sprinkled the stuff.”  Calum chuckled beside me.

“I told you cilantro was the better option.”  I was about to come up with a witty comeback, but then my phone went off in the living room.  I quickly went over and scooped it off the coffee table, thinking nothing of it as I answered.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Scarlett Mercer?”  I recognized the sound of the woman at the bank.  I’d spoken to her quite frequently in the recent weeks, since dealing with my parents’ accounts and what little savings I had required the expertise of an accountant.

I gripped the phone, lowering my voice so the others couldn’t hear.  “This is her.  Is anything the matter?”

“You received a bill in the mail recently, yes?”

Biting my lip, I responded, “Yes, from school.”

“And have you received the one regarding the pipes?”

My brow furrowed.  “Pipes?  What pipes?”

“At your parents’ house.  A pipe burst in the basement and now there’s no water in the taps.”

I huffed, confused at everything she was saying.  “I-I put the house on the market, it’s supposed to be sold to someone else.  It’s supposed to be someone else’s problem.”

“Well, unfortunately it hasn’t been closed on yet, so you are still the one responsible for fixing any damages.  No one would want to buy a house without working pipes.”

I didn’t appreciate the smart remark at the end of her explanation.  I was already worrying about paying off school and did not need another useless expense.  I hadn’t even thought of my old house in weeks, I thought someone had already bought it or it was being handled by someone else.

“Um,” I stalled, pressing my fingertips to my forehead as I fought to concentrate on her words.  The others were laughing and chatting enthusiastically in the kitchen, sending a stab of remorse into my chest.  “I-is there anything left in any of the accounts that I could use to pay for this?  It’s just, I’m at a new job and I can’t--”

“There’s nothing else to tap into, unfortunately.  The last amount went to finishing off hospital bill payments.”

“Right,” I said, panic bubbling up in my throat.  “I...how much time do I have?  It’s just, I have to figure out...some things before I can pay.”  Yeah, figure out where the hell I’m gonna get the money.

“It’s not a pressing issue, but the sooner the better would be preferable.”

I wanted to throttle this woman.  Which was it, not a pressing issue or the sooner the better?  I sighed, pacing across the floor to quell some of my nerves.

“Okay.  I will...call you, when I figure this out.  I’ll call as soon as I can.”  I didn’t wait to hear her reply, as I ended the call and dropped my phone onto the couch.  My head was spinning as I returned to the table, suddenly sick to my stomach at the sight of my half-eaten food.

“Everything okay?” Ashton asked, stealing a crouton from Hannah’s salad.  I nodded, not even really paying attention.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”  I ignored the way Calum’s hand stilled by his glass of water, obviously hearing my bullshitted answer and remembering how I’d said the same thing this morning.

I pushed the food around my plate until everyone else was done, and didn’t hesitate before fleeing to my room to be alone.  I knew Hannah wanted me to relax about schoolwork, but for some reason hearing from the bank just made me desperate to dive into studying.  It was a coping mechanism that definitely didn’t hurt anyone, just made me a little crazy and overworked.  But now more than ever I wanted to reconnect with school, and what better way than to learn about the fascinating field of psychology?

Only I couldn’t study if I couldn’t find my textbook.  I tore my room apart looking for the damn thing, finding only my notebook and a different textbook from my physics class.

“Where is it?” I murmured, pushing a hand through my hair as I left my room to check downstairs.  I thought everyone had gone to sleep, but when I heard someone in the kitchen it made me jump.  Calum was doing the dishes, alone and illuminated by only one light in the ceiling.

“What’s up?” he asked upon seeing my stricken expression.  I shook my head at his loaded tone and looked around the kitchen for the book.

“I can’t find my psych textbook, and I really need to study right now.”  I was well aware of how crazy I sounded, considering it was late and Calum knew I was bullshitting.

He didn’t say anything, just dried off his hands with a towel and left to go upstairs.  I rolled my eyes, wondering how I’d pissed him off this time.  Exhausted and defeated, I fell onto the couch and stared at the blank TV screen.  A day that had seemed to be going alright ended shitty, as things always seemed to end with me.  I didn’t think I’d ever catch a break, and knew that whenever I got comfortable something would come along to fuck it up.

“Forgot I had this.”  Calum’s voice broke through my thoughts and I looked up as he entered the living room, handing me the very textbook I’d lost.  I was so stunned it took me a second to actually take it from him, and once I did he casually stuck his hands in his jogger pockets.  “I was bored out of my mind the other day and thought I’d give it a go.”

I frowned, flipping through the freshly dog-eared pages.  “You felt like reading a psychology textbook for fun?”  I closed the cover and held the book on my lap.  Calum fell onto the sofa next to me, shrugging.

“It was fairly interesting, although I disagreed with a lot of theories.  That Adler guy has inferiority complexes all wrong.”

My eyebrows shot up, not quite believing what I was hearing.  “So you read it, but you also remembered a specific theorist and his ideas?”

Calum shrugged again.  “Like I said, light reading.”

I narrowed my eyes, looking back down at the textbook.  “You’re a lot smarter than you let on, huh?” I voiced aloud.  Calum didn’t appear particularly book smart, and I wondered if he was ashamed of it or wanted to keep it secret.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, and I frowned at his unsatisfactory answer.

“No, you should be proud of it.  Being smart is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Who ever said I was ashamed?”  His voice was freezing, and for a second I was worried I’d pissed him off.  But there was a glint in his brown eyes, and I shoved him lightly.

“Alright, wise guy.  If you’re so unashamed then why don’t you help me study?  Quiz me on anything.”  I leaned my head back against the couch cushion, eyes closed as I giggled.  Calum took the textbook from me, and opened to a random page to begin asking me questions.

I had my eyes shut most of the time to concentrate, but somehow I still knew he was smiling.

[darthlorddiamond]

Between the Silence

This is the sixth episode of the Black Diamond story, if you want to read the previous episode or follow the next ones you can check my Masterlist.

Summary: After a year of training with Egil, Diamond decides that it is time to confront him for his behavior with her, while at the same time, one of the members of the Scyre clan is kidnapped by the Claw Clan.

Words: 2,433

Reading Time: 10 min

Category: Bio, Smut

Warnings: Kidnapping, Smut (Oral sex receive, fingering, vaginal penetration)

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Between the Silence

Training with Egil began the day after our encounter with Balder. It had been a long time since I did any type of exercise so we had to start with the basics: physical conditioning, series of exercises to generate strength in my muscles, and a few times a week we practiced personal combat.

During these cycles, I met other boys from the clan, Porr and Torben were two boys older than me, Gosta, a girl my age and Siv, who was a girl about 5 years younger than me, the four of them already had time training with Egil. Within a few months of starting my training, Carr and Keldo joined, so we began to be a very close group of young people. Occasionally Phasma join our trainings, especially those of physical combat and short-range weapon handling.

Life in Parnassos is somewhat complicated, without a doubt, preparing ourselves as warriors would make a difference for the clan, since going out to get food can carry us sometimes in the territories of other clans and nobody wanted that something similar to what happened in the dunes would repeat itself. Curiously, from that same night, Phasma stopped talking to me and I noted that she avoided me as much as possible while we were in the same places, meanwhile, Egil had radically changed his behavior towards me, the most of the nights he locked himself in his room, so I chose to try to spend as little time as possible in our cabin, after all, that was his home and what I least wanted was to make him uncomfortable.

Over time, our group was already a basic defense force with knowledge of body combat, weapon handling, and tracking. Our bodies were molded and our muscles had become more toned and adapted to the conditions of life that Parnassos had for us. Egil had chosen us to form 2 groups, so we could start to take care of the basic tasks of the clan, such as finding food and monitoring our territory. In the first group were Carr, Torben, and Phasma; while the second were Keldo, Porr, Gosta, and I. Siv, being the youngest, was only in charge of carrying Egil's messages among all of us.

Before long, the roles of each of us began to be noticed more. Phasma started to develop great skills as the leader of his squad, while Keldo placed himself as the mastermind of all our missions. Carr, Torben, and Porr became the brute force of our teams, while Gosta was our best tracker and I focused more on everything related to the use of weapons. Ylva was right, in the Clan, we´re few, but together we were quite strong.

With my early morning departures from the cabin and the nights with Egil locked in his room, I started spending more time with the boys in our crew and it wasn't long before Keldo started to put me a lot of attention. At first, I didn't pay much care to the order of events, a few glances exchanged during our night watch shifts went on to become a hand on my waist as we spoke a few kisses to my front occasionally, there was no doubt that Phasma was not very delighted by this, so she set a clear line with me and the gap between us became more noticeable.

After a year of the night we faced Balder, I decided that it was time to confront Egil, the reason was that we simply couldn't continue with that awkward dynamic of avoiding each other as much as possible outside the training camp, so, one afternoon, I waited in the cabin for him to arrive with all the intention of speak with him.

The door of our cabin opened, letting in some of the warm afternoon air and the figure of Egil crossed the threshold, I sat in front the door in the main room, so there was no way Egil couldn´t see me "What are you doing at home so early?" without a doubt, he didn´t expect to find me there but he still didn't pay much attention to me, an act that made me quite uncomfortable "Waiting for you. We have to talk" Egil just snapped his mouth while he started walking to the kitchen, I turned my body to follow him with my eyes "I have nothing to talk about" I roll my eyes as he passed through the arch of the door "Of course we have to talk! You've been avoiding me for a whole year!" I got up from my chair and walked to the kitchen, obstructing the only entrance with my body.

Egil made no sound, just stood with his back to me while holding the sink with both hands. Suddenly, he turned around and with a firm step walked towards me, took me by the hip, and got me up from the floor to me sit at the kitchen table. He took me completely by surprise and for an instant I didn't know what to do, while he stood between my legs holding his hands to the edge of the table tightly at the sides of my hip, his head sunk between his shoulders "We have nothing to talk about Diamond, please don't make this more difficult for me" I was completely stiff, I didn't know what to do and my heart was pounding in my chest "I just want to know why you are avoiding me..." I whispered "I don't think I've done anything soo bad so you don´t speak to me in a whole year" tense atmosphere invaded me completely "Please... Don´t make this more difficult..." Egil's words were almost inaudible "I don´t understand Egil, make you difficult what..." and suddenly his hands gripped my waist and his lips fell on mine voraciously and desperately.

I took one of my hands to the nape of his neck, where I began to stroke his hair, while Egil's hands run over, in an unbridled way, on the garments of my upper part, unzipping it and discarding it to the floor. Once with my chest wast bare, Egil took a step back admiring me and also removing part of his clothing. As he took off his shirt, I could see his scars and the muscles in his chest and arms tighten, once he was over, he threw it to the floor with my clothes, and bent over me. His lips connect with one of my breasts and his mouth began to lick and suck my nipple, while one of his hands held strong my lower back and with the other try to undo the buckle of my pants.

I couldn't help but watch as my nipples were devoured by him and at the same time, feeling how my pussy got wetter and wetter, his mouth felt so hot on my breast and it was filling me with an indescribable pleasure "Egil!" I moan, throwing my head back when his teeth caught my nipples, the hand that was on my pants was already sliding over my pussy, rubbing it strongly over my panties "I asked you to leave..." he groan "I asked you to not make this more difficult for me...” he murmured over my breast, and slowly, he began to lower his lips over my abdomen, licking it and filling it with kisses, his hand left my pussy, leaving me with the need to feel more pressure.

I grab his hair by the nape of his neck and slightly force him to look at me, while his hands grab the hem of my pants and pull it down. "You were avoiding me, why?" a mischievous smile painted on my lips "You should be with someone of your age..." his eyes fixed on my breasts, my pants were already on the floor, ashamed, I saw him with a blush in my face "I've never done anything like this..." Egil just looked at me with his eyelids semi-closed, as one of his hands began to rub my slit over my panties "With more reason you should get away from me" only small moans came out of my mouth as he continued to press me "Egil!" I moaned louder when his fingers put aside my panties and began to rub my folds, opening them in scissors "I want you, and you are my teacher..." a louder moan came from my lips when his fingertips pressed my clit "...so teach me..." and without anything else to say, I release his hair and immediately he buried his head between my legs.

Egil began to lick my slit gently while his fingers continued to trace my folds, between moans the only thing I could do was see him between my legs, with his face shone with my juices, while he returned my gaze still eating my pussy "Sweet..." he whispered at my entrance, filling my body with vibration "Your little pussy is so sweet, I could do this every night" I bring my hand to his hair holding it tightly, by this point I was panting already "Don't stop!" and with those words he sank his tongue into my entrance while one of his thumb was pressing my clit. The kitchen began to flood in my moans, I threw my head back, while my hands held tightly to Egil's hair, pushing his head towards my pussy, I wanted more, I needed more "Take it slowly sweetheart..." Egil licked all over my pussy again as he gently pressed his fingers into my entrance "I have to prepare your sweet cunt well before doing anything else..." and removing his tongue from my needy folds he began to suck my clit as one of his fingers slid slowly inside me.

When I looked down, I had a vulgar print, Egil's face was covered in me, I could see how, with each one of his licks, threads of my juices mixed with his saliva drained from his tongue, his eyelids were half-open, and, suddenly, he inserted another of his fingers into my cunt and began to fuck it with a faster rhythm "No!" a growl came from my throat "I want you now!" the feel of his fingers inside me was wonderful, yet I wanted to feel more of him, so he removed his mouth from my slit and positioned himself between my legs. Even in the dim light of the kitchen, I could see his hard cock pressed in his pants "Are you sure?" he looked at me while caressing himself with one of his hands, my pussy was starting to get wetter by just seeing how Egil rubbed his cock so insistently, so I just nodded.

With a quick movement, Egil put down his pants and underwear letting his cock bounce-free, it was thick and so hard with veins very marked, head red in need and it was draining with pre-cum. With one of his hands, he guides the head of his cock to my entrance “I'll go slow, okay?" he pushed his cock just enough to stick the tip into my cunt "If you feel bad at any time I need you to told me” I nodded again, I had no words, I was desperate for him to fuck me, my whole body was on the edge of the emotion to feel his cock inside me. Bringing one of his hands to my hip, he started to sink his cock deeper into my pussy, I let out a small moan and closed my eyes, he just caressed my hip with his thumbs, inch by inch, I could feel how his cock opened the walls of my pussy for the first time and in return, how my pussy tightly squeezed his cock, Egil only drowned his growls in his throat, once completely inside me, he didn’t move, we wait a couple of minutes for my pussy to get used to him while he was stroking my clit and gradually began to move.

It was a new sensation for me, painful but pleasant, Egil's cock expanded all my pussy and rubbed all the indicated places. With one of his hands, he lay my body flat on the table and hold me by the waist, his movements becoming stronger. Neither of us said anything, just the sound of his hip colliding with mine, and our moans were hearing "More, please... Fuck me harder!" I broke the silence, his hands went down to my hips holding it tighter and his thrusts became faster, making my breasts bounce to the rhythm of his assault "You have a very hungry cunt..." the sweat of his forehead ran down his face "So tight..." a long moan came out from his mouth when my pussy began to contract on his cock, imprisoning him more "So tasty..." Egil increased the speed of his thrusts "So wet..." I could feel how a heat wave fill my pussy and a knot starting to made in my belly, I could feel his cock contracting inside me and his movements became more irregular, we both were almost near of reaching our peak when suddenly a piercing scream ripped in the distance.

Egil immediately took his cock out of me and I could feel how my pussy contracted in his absence, and, in seconds, he put his cock in his pants again together with all his clothes, and he quickly left while I got up from the table to put on my robes. Certainly, I was extremely frustrated at having disrupted our intimacy in that way, but it was obvious that something bad had happened in the clan, so I pulled my frustration out of my head as much as I could and left the cabin. 

When I reached the point of origin of the screams the entire clan had already gathered, in the center Gosta and Egil were holding Ylva, who was in a hysterical state, her cry was inconsolable and her screams tore through the night, her screams filled my heart with indescribable terror "What happened?" I asked Keldo holding his arm, who, without taking his eyes off the despair scene that was happening in front of us, responded to me with fury in all his words "The Claw Clan kidnapped Frey".

I was completely silent, watching how Gosta and Egil tried to contain Ylva in her madness, I couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time a feeling of emotion awoke in my chest. It’s half of 22 ABY, and it seems that the rest of the year will be quite interesting.

Note: I would like to especially thank @kyloren-theprince​, @thetorturerwrites​​ & @kylorengarbagedump​ who took time to read this first part of my saga and sent me observations with all the patience in the world.

[inyournightmares97]

Antipathy, part eight

In which Park Jinyoung, a possibly murderous cat hybrid, makes you question everything you thought you knew about yourself.

Warnings: Strong language, hybrid!Jinyoung and mainly just fluff. Also, Jinyoung with kids. That needs it's own fluff warning.

Word Count: 3.1k+

part one  part two  part three  part four  part five  part six  part seven  part nine

The morning wore on lazily. You slumped against the couch with a sigh while Minnie sat cross-legged on the floor watching episodes of some inane cartoon. The cartoon characters were getting up to all sorts of meaningless antics and you were personally still suffering from your hangover. Your head throbbed and you groaned as you leaned back against the sofa. Jinyoung, curled up next to you on the sofa, seemed concerned.

“Are you okay?” he asked you quietly.

You pouted. “I drank too much last night,” you whispered back miserably.

Jinyoung nodded in understanding. “I wanted to make you some hangover cures but I couldn’t find all the ingredients. And what are we going to do about lunch?” he gestured towards Minnie, who was singing along to the theme song of the next cartoon, clapping her hands whenever the character on screen told her to. “What do small children eat?”

You cursed under your breath. “Dammit, I forgot that my sister doesn’t let Minnie eat fast food anymore. We’re going to have to make something. You say there’s no ingredients at home?” Jinyoung nodded in response and you sighed. “Fine, then we’re going have to go out shopping. Minnie! Get up, we’re going to the grocery store!”

The girl turned and blinked at you. “But this episode’s not over-“

“I’ll buy you ice cream if you come without complaining,” you promised her simply. Minnie’s eyes brightened and she beamed and ran over to you, grabbing Jinyoung’s leg happily. He smiled down at her and let her wrap her arms around his legs.

“Jinyoung-oppa, let’s get ice cream! Do you like ice cream?”

He nodded and picked her up. “Of course, who doesn’t like ice cream?”

“What’s your favorite flavor? Mine’s strawberry. It used to be chocolate until last week, and before that I liked mint chocolate chip but now it’s strawberry because strawberry’s pink and I like the color pink!” she rambled on. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your wallet and keys. Jinyoung went into your study and emerged a few seconds later with a snap-back on his head. You blinked at him in surprise and he let out a small cough.

“Sometimes people get freaked out by the ears in public,” he muttered in explanation.

You blinked. “Uh, okay. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

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You noticed that Jinyoung was fidgeting nervously on the way to the grocery store. You glanced at his stiff posture in the seat and how he kept fiddling with the obviously uncomfortable snap-back on his head. You had to wonder if it was squishing his ears, and why he felt it was so necessary to wear it if it was uncomfortable. You glanced in the backseat to make sure Minnie was distracted, before blinking at him.

“Are you okay?” you asked. You watched him doubtfully. “Jinyoung, you don’t have to wear the hat.”

Jinyoung cleared his throat and turned to you, a hint of nervousness in his dark eyes. He held your gaze for a few moments before looking down at his lap and speaking quietly. “No, I’m fine. I’ve just never been to a grocery store before. I don’t go out to public places a lot actually. They don’t let hybrids leave the shelter premises, so I… I don’t have a lot of experience being in crowded places with a lot of humans.”

You blinked at him in surprise. “Not even with your previous owner?”

“He didn’t leave the house much himself, and he never let me leave either.”

You bit your lip and looked at him. You couldn’t help but feel curious about Jinyoung’s previous owner, this old man who had supposedly died. What kind of owner never even took their hybrid to places like grocery stores? Jinyoung’s behavior occasionally lead you to the conclusion that he hadn’t been treated very well in the past, even during his life before the shelters. But you didn’t want to pry. He kept shifting his snap-back and he was fidgeting so much that you knew this was not the time to discuss his past.

“Well, don’t worry. Supermarkets are pretty boring places,” your reassured him cheerfully. You noticed that your words relaxed Jinyoung a little so you kept going. “Just don’t eat anything before we’ve paid for it and we should be fine. Besides, maybe you’ll finally tell me what kind of food you like, huh? You’ve been pretty mysterious about it so far.”

Jinyoung bit back a smile. “I like everything you make.”

“Liar. I saw you struggling to eat the oranges I cut up the other day. I know cats generally don’t like citrus fruits and I was waiting for you to say something about it,” you admitted with a laugh. It had been rather funny to watch his expression as he struggled to eat one and then pretended he wasn’t hungry.

Jinyoung blinked. “That’s a little mean.”

“Just buy whatever food you want, Jinyoung. As long as it’s not too expensive or from the gourmet section; I don’t think my wallet can afford it if you took a liking to imported cheeses or something. And we should find something that Minnie will like too. That’s the challenge right now.”

“Okay,” Jinyoung smiled softly.

You parked outside the supermarket and Jinyoung hurried to help Minnie out of the backseat. She demanded that he let her climb up onto his back again so he agreed, hitching her up and following you into the store. You could tell that Jinyoung was tense as you grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it down the first aisle, but Minnie was humming happily and tapping a tune onto Jinyoung’s snapback with her fingers.

“Jinyoung-oppa, can I have a chocolate?” she demanded, pointing at one.

Jinyoung looked at you doubtfully. “I don’t know, can she have a chocolate?” he wondered.

“No. I already promised you ice cream, Minnie, eating chocolate too will be too much sugar in one go. You can choose your ice cream once we’re done shopping… but nothing else sweet.”

You turned back to face the aisle, trying to pick out some olive oil for the pasta you intended to make later but you could hear Jinyoung and Minnie behind you. The little girl was leaning down, whispering into Jinyoung’s ears not-so-conspicuously.

“She’s mean…”

“She is. She tried to make me eat oranges the other day,” Jinyoung’s voice whispered back playfully.

“Ewwww…!” Minnie squealed.

You stiffened, whirling around to scold them but they’d already started walking further down the aisle without you. You sighed and let them go, dropping things into the shopping cart that you needed. You needed to focus on feeding Minnie, and somebody had to be the harsh one. Jinyoung didn’t look like he was capable of denying Minnie anything. He was clearly smitten with her. You checked your shopping list and strolled the aisles grabbing other things you needed for a few minutes, before Minnie suddenly came running over to you at full speed.

“Look what we found!” she chirped happily, grabbing your jeans and tugging on them to get your attention. “Ears! Jinyoung-oppa got me ears!”

You were confused for a moment until she held up a small headband and showed you a pair of black Minnie Mouse ears; with the little red bow and all. Her face was flushed red with excitement as she rattled about how pretty they were. Jinyoung suddenly turned the corner, looking out of breath and his eyes wide.

“Minnie! Don’t run off like that, I didn’t know where you went!” he scolded, rushing over to pick her up.

Minnie pouted. “Sorry. I just wanted to show off the cat ears we found.” She turned to face you, her eyes large and hopeful. “Can we buy them? Can we buy them, can we buy them, please, pretty please?”

You exchanged a glance with Jinyoung and sighed. “Yes, okay, you can buy one pair.”

“Yes!” Minnie pumped her fist in the air. She squirmed until Jinyoung put her back down and then skipped down the aisle, clutching the Minnie Mouse headband to her chest and singing happily. You giggled at the sight of the adorable girl and then turned to Jinyoung, who had a slight frown on his face as he watched Minnie. You nudged him in the side.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m not sure whether I should break it to Minnie that those are mouse ears and not cat ears,” he admitted.

“Does it matter?”

Jinyoung turned to you sharply, with a slight huff. His arms were folded across his chest. “Are you kidding? Mouse ears are much rounder and uglier, they don’t have half the aesthetic or functional value of a cat’s ears. It’s a little bit insulting that she can’t tell the difference but she’s still a child so I suppose it’s forgivable. But those ears look nothing like mine.”

You chuckled. “How about we don’t break her heart? I’m not even sure if we could find a headband with cat ears right now and I’m not about to go around town searching.”

“Yeah, that’s understandable. She looks happy anyway.”

Minnie was dancing happily in the middle of the aisle, having placed the Minnie Mouse ears on her head with the price tag still hanging off them. She’d gathered a small audience of people who were commenting on how cute she was. An older lady passed by and gave you a slightly toothless smile. “You have such an adorable little daughter,” she said fondly, smiling at you and Jinyoung.

Your face flushed red and you cleared your throat. “Uh, thank you…”

“It’s so nice to see young couples like yourselves-”

“Yes, thank you,” you repeated a little forcefully, pushing your cart and walking away from the talkative woman. Jinyoung followed after you too, his own cheeks slightly pink. He might have been inexperienced but he was extremely sharp and he’d clearly picked up on the older woman’s assumptions. You pushed your cart until the spot where Minnie was dancing and grabbed her hand.

“Come on Minnie, let’s go get your ice cream and pay for that headband, okay?”

“Cat ears!” she corrected you indignantly.

You exchanged an exasperated look with Jinyoung, who was chuckling, and then nodded at the little girl. “Yes, okay, let’s go pay for your cat ears.”

“I’m going to look just like Jinyoung-oppa!”

--

You finally managed to finish shopping and lugged all the groceries back to your apartment with Jinyoung’s help. You had to admire how he managed to carry the heavier bags along with Minnie still clinging onto his back, but Jinyoung was clearly stronger than he looked. He finally sat Minnie back down in front of the television to resume her cartoons and came into the kitchen where you were unpacking groceries.

“Need help?” Jinyoung offered, taking off his snapback and setting it on the kitchen counter.

“No, I’m fine, you can go play with Minnie,” you reassured him lightly, turning to look at him. You gasped when you saw the state of Jinyoung’s black ears. They were squished against his head, flattened by the hat he’d been wearing and one of them was crooked. “Jinyoung! That looks so painful! You honestly didn’t have to wear the snapback if it was pressing your ears so badly!”

Jinyoung froze as you stepped closer to him and reached up to gently smoothen his ears with your fingers. He let out a soft purr as your fingers stroked the soft part of his ears and you gently unfolded them to sit straight on his head again. You sighed when you noticed that they were still crooked. “You don’t need to hide your ears in public. If people have a problem with the fact that you’re a hybrid then they’ll deal with it. I don’t want you wearing those hats anymore,” you scolded him. 

Jinyoung looked down at you, his gaze soft. “Okay,” he agreed quietly.

“I want you to be comfortable. You know that, right?”

He nodded, reaching out and pulling you into his arms tightly. Your heartbeat thudded as he nuzzled his head into your neck and let his nose brush your collarbone. Jinyoung’s grip around you was tight and comforting. It wasn’t your first time in his arms and you were starting to realize that you really enjoyed the feeling. It made you feel warm and pleasant, the way his strong arms wrapped around your waist and you could hear his soft heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around him as well, inhaling his soft scent before gently pushing him back.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said with a laugh. “I have to cook.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

You stared at him, shocked. Had you just heard him right? Did he just ask if he could kiss you? You gaped at him for a long moment, your mouth falling open lightly. You could tell that Jinyoung’s intense gaze was on your lips and he looked up into your eyes nervously. No matter how much you tried, words wouldn’t come out. Your heartbeat just kept thudding. “I…”

“I know you told me that what I did last night wasn’t okay,” Jinyoung muttered quietly, his gaze flickering nervously between your eyes and lips. His arms still held you in his grasp. “I just did it on instinct because I couldn’t stand Jackson’s scent on you. But then I remembered watching this one scene on a drama when you were in college last week and… well, the guy asked before he kissed someone so I thought maybe I just needed to ask.”

You tried to clear your mind. “Uh, it’s… it’s definitely a good thing that you asked, Jinyoung, but…”

“So I can kiss you?” Jinyoung asked hopefully, leaning forward. He looked disappointed when your eyes widened in panic. “Or was it the other thing that the guy said? Are you worried that I didn’t say that? Because I can say that too.”

“Huh? What other thing?”

“I love you.”

Your mind went blank. There was just something about the way this gorgeous, handsome man held you in his arms and looked down at you so adoringly while whispering the words I love you, that made you wonder if you were dreaming. This couldn’t be real. But Jinyoung was looking down at you patiently. His dark ears were crooked, his dark eyes expectant and his beautiful lips slightly parted as they stopped inches away from yours.

“Jinyoung, I… that’s not… I mean…”

“Help me understand,” he pleaded quietly, his warm breath brushing your face. “What can I do that will make it okay for me to kiss you?”

Nothing, you thought to yourself silently, heart sinking. Nothing will make it okay, because you’re a hybrid and you don’t really love me. It’s your natural instinct to obey me and respect me because I’m your owner. Nothing in the world could ever make this relationship normal or healthy.

You felt like you were ripping a part of yourself away as you gently placed your hands on Jinyoung’s chest and pushed yourself away from him. His eyes looked disappointed, arms subconsciously reaching out for you again before he forced himself to drop them at his sides. You wanted to cry at the look of hurt on his face. You cleared your throat and stepped back.

“It’s difficult to explain, Jinyoung. Maybe we should, um, hold off on kissing for now, okay?”

Jinyoung bit his lip. “But I want to understand-“

“Let me make lunch? Minnie’s going to start crying from hunger in a while and I don’t want to have to deal with that,” you said, trying to force your voice to sound light and casual. Jinyoung didn’t look convinced. His eyes scanned yours for a long moment, clearly searching for something before he dropped his gaze to the floor and nodded thoughtfully.

“Okay. If you don’t want me to do it then I won’t. I want you to be comfortable too,” he said quietly. “I’ll go sit with Minnie.”

--

The rest of the evening was slightly awkward, but you could tell that Jinyoung was still trying hard to enjoy himself and keep Minnie entertained. He came up with some fun games to convince her to eat the pasta and they played around until the little girl finally fell asleep, exhausted. By the time your sister came to pick Minnie up, she was out like a light and didn’t even stir when Jinyoung carried her all the way down to your sister’s car.

“Today was exhausting,” you muttered, once Minnie and your sister were gone.

Jinyoung smiled and shrugged. “I had fun.”

“You’re surprisingly good with kids. I would never have expected it of you,” you said with a laugh, nudging Jinyoung. His cheeks flushed a little pink and he looked down at his lap shyly. Part of you wondered if the Jinyoung that you’d dealt with during the first two days of his stay here even existed anymore. You couldn’t see any traces of his past self. You tore your eyes away from him and looked around.

“But damn, my apartment is always such a mess when Minnie comes over,” you complained.

You were flustered when Jinyoung leaned over and pressed his lips to your forehead lightly. His hand squeezed yours and he gave you a gentle, heart-warming smile before he spoke. “You never even treated your hang-over properly, and you have class tomorrow. You should go to bed. I’ll clean up here. I made most of the mess myself while playing with Minnie anyway.”

You bit your lip. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yup. Good night.”

You couldn’t help it; you wrapped your arms around Jinyoung shyly and gave him a quick hug. Your sudden rush of affection for him wasn’t coming out of nowhere. You realized how grateful you were that he helped you deal with Minnie all day, came out to the grocery store even though it made him nervous, and didn’t even question you when you told him not to kiss you.

“Thank you for being so amazing today,” you mumbled. You released Jinyoung and noticed that his eyes were wide, his entire face flushing a deep red as he gaped at you. He looked more flustered than you’d ever seen him and his mouth opened and closed like a fish before he finally choked out.

“That’s… that’s okay,” he muttered. You nodded and smiled at him, before turning to go into your bedroom. Just before you closed the door behind you though, you swore you could have heard Jinyoung whisper I love you. But when you whirled around to look at him, he was picking up stray DVD cases from off the floor with his back turned to you. Maybe you’d heard wrong.

Yeah, that was it. You’d heard wrong. He wouldn’t say something like that twice, would he? 

Did he even understand what it meant?