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Dimensional Shift - Chapter 4 S4E1 (pt 2)

Story Summary: Maria was just a regular girl, worked at a gas station, wrote fanfic, and loved Supernatural. She even created her own supernatural creature for her writings. When the aurora borealis comes to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, one Halloween night, everything changes for her in ways she never expected. Will she be able to navigate this new world she's thrown into?

Word Count: 2725

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Angst, some Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: I broke S4E1 into a few chapters, so they weren't such a long read all at once with what was added to them.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 4 - S4E1 (pt 2)

Bobby and Maria woke early, with the sun, having some coffee and breakfast before heading out to Dean’s grave. They had a few hours before it would happen, so they began digging.

They didn’t pull his coffin out or even open it, not yet. Maria explained that because it was an angel that would be raising him, they had to get back from the area, as it would end up looking like a nuclear explosion had gone off around his grave. Bobby understood, so they went a good two hundred feet away, sitting on a log and drinking beer, waiting.

When it did happen, it was like lightning had struck Dean’s grave, and the shockwave knocked both Bobby and Maria off that log. 

“Looks like we weren’t back far enough,” Maria chuckled when she got up.

Bobby just looked at her and shook his head a bit before they walked over to Dean’s grave. Maria’s heart was pounding when she heard movement. Bobby’s eyes widened as he pulled open Dean’s coffin, astonished to see Dean alive and breathing. Although Dean looked just as stunned at first. Bobby looked from Dean to Maria and knew at that point her story from the day before had been the truth. Dean’s eyes followed Bobby’s as Maria was standing just above his grave, her arms crossed, holding onto her biceps, tears slowly falling down her cheeks.

“What did you do?!” Dean growled; hoarsily as he began climbing out of his grave, ready to seriously yell at her.

“Whoa there, she didn’t do anything. It’s a long story. Let's get you back to the motel room, and we’ll explain everything,” Bobby told him, holding his shoulder to keep him from lunging at Maria.

Dean was somewhat confused, but he didn’t believe Bobby either, giving Maria another glare, to which she looked away from him before walking back to her truck, not saying a word. What could she say that he’d believe at this point? As far as he thought, she made some kind of Demon deal to get him out of the pit.

Ever wonder what it’d be like to end up in your favorite television show? Yeah, definitely not like you’d picture it in your head, and Maria was attempting to come to terms with that. She was again having an internal battle between feeling like a fangirl and wanting to squeal while also wanting to just throw her arms around him, thankful he was alive.

“Bobby, what the hell is going on?” Dean almost demanded, his voice still hoarse.

“It’s not what you think, although the truth is gonna blow your mind,” Bobby answered as he handed Dean a bottle of water, which Maria had brought for him, knowing he’d be thirsty.

Dean and Bobby climbed out of the grave, and it did look like a nuclear explosion had gone off in the area, his grave the center point. Dean downed that whole water bottle, and Bobby handed him another one. Maria was leaning against the passenger door of her truck, her legs crossed at the ankles, her thumbs in her pockets, staring at the ground as the two of them walked towards her direction. 

Maria had gone from starstruck at seeing Dean in that coffin to feeling hurt to just wanting to disappear, thinking she’d made more of a mess by saying something to Bobby the day before. She did love Dean, but coming from an entirely different world, she had no idea how to act right now. She should have known that he would react the way he had; it was how he had reacted to not only her but also Sam and Bobby in her fanfic.

This time, Dean went up and hugged her, which threw her off, but she hugged him back, and that was when his scent hit her. She’d forgotten about how well she could smell, and her body instantly reacted to him, but she somehow managed to keep it to herself and not let it show. Maria put her arms around Dean, hugging him back.

“Look, I may be pissed, but I’m glad you and Bobby were here,” Dean told her, and his tone was softer than she had expected. 

For a moment, she almost wanted to ask what Bobby had said to him on the walk back to the vehicles but chose not to, not wanting to know, but figured it had something to do with how much the three of them missed him over the last four months, “I really didn’t do anything, Dean…” Maria whispered just before Dean broke the hug between them.

She had to think back to her world and how the ‘show’ went from this point on, where things were at and where they were headed, and how things would be different with her being a part of it now.

“Come on, let’s go see Sam,” Bobby spoke up, helping to break up the tension that had formed in that moment. So far, he was the only one who knew her new secret.

Dean rode with Bobby as Maria followed them in her truck, her mind still racing as she attempted to figure out how to calm her racing heart. She could still smell his scent on her from that hug. It had been one thing to write about being a Touched, but to experience the abilities firsthand was slightly overwhelming. “Well, if I ever get back, I’ll be able to write better,” Maria mumbled, smiling a bit. 

Then she wondered if she’d even want to return to her boring life where she only wrote about things like this and had lived more in her fantasy world and fanfics anyway, instead of real life. At that moment, she decided to embrace this gift she’d been given. She would enjoy it for as long as it would last, hoping it never ended. Even though she knew what would happen in this world, she wondered how much she could change for the better and if it was possible.

The reunion at the motel went how she had expected. Sam was happy to see his older brother alive again, but now, it was time to tell the brothers the truth of where Maria “came from,” hoping it wouldn’t change the dynamic that would have been there otherwise. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her nerves shot, but Bobby sat next to her on that motel bed, his arm around her shoulder, encouraging her. She suspected that Bobby had said something to at least Dean on the drive back to the motel, as Dean had been looking at her a little differently since they had gotten there.

Maria couldn’t even look up at the brothers; her gaze stayed on that ugly orange carpet of the motel room between the beds as she explained her world, what she did there, and that the place she was now was a show, sort of, but more like a fanfic she had written over six months ago. She didn’t want to see the reactions on their faces if they looked at her differently. Of course, being in the same room with Dean was hard enough for her, as his scent only seemed to permeate the air around her, which made her breath quicken, which she just said was her nerves.

“You’re serious, aren’t you…” Sam finally asked, perplexed and intrigued simultaneously, taking the words right out of Dean’s mouth.

“Yeah…” She replied quietly, rubbing her hands together between her knees.

“Well, you’re still my little sister, no matter what world you come from,” Sam told her, smiling before he sat next to her, giving her a side hug. 

“Ooff…” was about all she could manage before she smiled, chuckled a little, then hugged him back.

“Thanks, Sam, that means a lot to me,” she told him, closing her eyes momentarily. Sam had his scent, too, but it only made her think of how books smelled. The scent of death and sulfur was there now, too. The demon blood, she thought to herself, really had changed him, and her smile faded a little. She knew she couldn’t say anything to Dean, not yet, at least; it wasn’t time.

“So, you’re telling me that an angel named Castiel, pulled me out of the Pit?” Dean finally asked, annoyance, relief, and confusion written all over his face.

Maria sat up and looked over at Dean for the first time in what felt like hours now, and there were those green eyes she had only ever seen through a television screen. Seeing them in person, there was so much more life to them, the way the light in the motel hit them from time to time, almost making them sparkle for that moment, which made a small smile tug at the corner of her lips.

“Maria,” Dean said, somewhat annoyed, which snapped her from her thoughts.

“Yes, Dean, that’s what happened. Please don’t ask Pamela to look for him either. It will blind her because of his angelic light.” She replied, too honest for her own good.

“I was just about to suggest that,” Bobby said, slightly perplexed.

“I know…” she answered, looking down at the floor again, worried about how her words were going to change things, putting them in somewhat uncharted territory. Hell, the angels had to know what was going on, didn’t they?

“So, how do we get in touch with this Castiel character?” Dean asked, sounding annoyed, asking Maria more than Bobby. “Umm…” she wasn’t even sure how to explain it to him, not really, but at least tried.

A bowl or dish filled with various materials, most of them akin to leaves, herbs, or petals, set before a circular sigil. Four lines separate the sigil itself into four areas or quadrants. Each quadrant contains a different Enochian symbol or letter. Outside the circle, four other Enochian symbols are written. Four lit candles are placed atop the four quadrants, and four other objects are placed at the farthest points outside the circle. A trinket placed near the dish is also required. To complete the ritual, the summoner must set the materials in the dish on fire. Once the materials are lit, the angel appears instantaneously in the immediate vicinity. 

The four of them went back to Bobby’s, sifting through books to find what was needed. It took them a few hours since Maria knew how to focus their search efforts, being not of this particular world. They prepared everything and went to a barn resembling a metal hanger than what Maria would consider a barn. She was only partially looking forward to this. However, she worried because she knew how Castiel was in the beginning and the events that still had yet to unfold.

As soon as everything was set up, the bowl was set on fire, and sure enough, Castiel appeared just outside the barn, and he didn’t look happy. Angels didn’t show emotions, and Maria didn’t care for them much. In her world, on the show Supernatural, Angels were cruel, almost heartless creatures. Still, Castiel eventually came around, becoming kind and a part of the family with Dean and Sam, but that was still a couple of years away, and Maria knew this. Maria moved behind the table where the summoning spell was, knowing that Castiel could easily knock all of them out with just the touch of his fingers to their forehead, and she wasn’t about to have that happen.

“So you’re the thing that pulled me out of the pit. Why?” Dean asked, not wasting time with small talk, wanting answers.

“We need to talk alone, Dean,” Castiel said, moving to Bobby and Sam, touching their foreheads and putting them to sleep for now, “They are just sleeping.”

Maria had managed to avoid Castiel so far, which he seemed somewhat annoyed with. Every time he would get close to her, she’d move away quickly, even when he flew, which looked more like teleportation than anything to Maria.

“Hold still,” Castiel told her as he approached her again.

“I don’t think so. I want to be awake for this. Besides, I already know why you pulled Dean out of the pit, but he needs to hear it from you.” Maria retorted, dodging him again.

Maria’s words made Castiel stop and just look at her, blinking blankly for a moment. She also knew Castiel’s Angel powers wouldn’t work on her, not with what she was. She had to permit him and had no intentions of doing that either. At least, that’s what she hoped had carried over from her fanfic. She just didn’t want to explain much to Castiel, not right now. Castiel tried again, but again, Maria dodged him, using her cat-like reflexes and agility, and was now standing behind Dean, who had just been watching, finding the little interaction slightly amusing, even chuckling once.

“Fine,” Castiel said, and even though his tone was fairly monotone, it was clear he was annoyed. He was standing near the back of the barn as he looked over at Dean and Maria, “I’m not a thing. I’m an Angel of the Lord, and I raised you from prediction.” 

“Get the hell out of here. There’s no such thing.” Dean stated dismissively, as he still was having a hard time even believing that angels were real.

“This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith,” Castiel said.

Lightning flashed on the back wall of the barn. Maria and Dean saw the shadowy appearance of Castiel’s wings stretching across it. As soon as the light went out, the image disappeared. For Maria, she was in awe. It was one thing to watch it on TV, but to see it in real life, in front of her, was completely different. “Certain people, special people,” Castiel began, but looked directly at Maria when he said special people before he looked back at Dean, “can see my true form and voice, others cannot. It can be… overwhelming to them.”

“How about we don’t test that,” Dean stated, unsure he wanted to know.

“I hoped you might be one who could perceive my true visage,” Castiel stated.

“And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?” Dean asked as he nodded toward him, which made Maria chuckle.

“This? This is… a vessel.” Castiel said as he looked down at his body.

“You’re possessing some poor bastard?” Dean asked, disgusted.

“He’s a devout man, he actually prayed for this,” Castiel tries to assure.

“Well, I’m not buying what you’re selling, so who are you really?” Dean asked angrily.

“I told you,” Castiel said, frowning.

“Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?” Dean asked.

“Good things do happen, Dean,” Castiel replied.

“Not in my experience,” Dean said.

“What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved?” Castiel asked.

“Why’d you do it?” Dean asked, ignoring Castiel’s question completely.

“Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you,” Castiel replied.

Castiel looked over at Maria, sensing something was different with her, something more than just the fact that she was a Touched, but for now, it was not time to say anything to any of them. Angels had their own chain of command and right now, Castiel was a “good soldier” who obeyed faithfully, not questioning anything about where his orders were coming from. Then Castiel flew off, even if it did look more like he had just teleported away. 

Dean turned to Maria, “Okay, so I believe you on coming from another world now.”

Bobby and Sam began waking up before Maria could respond to Dean, and they went over to them.

“What’d we miss?” Bobby asked as Dean helped him to his feet.

“We’ll fill you in on the drive back to your place,” Dean told him before helping Sam up. Maria had cleaned up the summoning items and began loading them in the car, staying silent, feeling worried and unsure of how things would end up playing out because she’d already changed things. The three of them chatted a bit while they headed to Dean’s Impala, his Baby. Maria climbed in the back seat, behind Sam, Bobby to her left, while Dean drove. He told them both what had happened when they were out, thanks to Castiel.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 5 S4E2 pt. 1

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Shakedown

A/N: Chapter 8. The last installment of My Hiatus Story, Life Without You.    Season 14 premiere tonight! I'm excited, nervous, scared; just a myriad of emotions. Are you?

SERIES MASTERLIST

The joy of having Sam and Jack back in the Bunker was short-lived. Everyone was on edge, trying to come up with a viable plan to get rid of Michael while also saving Dean. Sam had called in everyone to help. Jody from Sioux Falls. Donna from Minnesota. Even Garth, the hunter turned werewolf (but still a hunter) and his wife Bess.  Everyone was on hand and eager to help save Dean.

Many ideas had been thrown about and each one had a flaw. Sam was getting agitated, Cas was getting upset, even Bobby was getting annoyed. I was put in charge of the nephilim, who without his grace, was in the mindset of a child.

Jack's endless questions and curiosity was time-consuming. And it fell onto my shoulders to be a somewhat mother to not only him, but the few other children who were, for the time being, residing in the Bunker. 

"I don't care Bobby," I hear Sam's raised voice echo through the halls. "We are going to find that asshole archangel and we are going to do whatever it takes to get my brother back!"

The response is not as loud and unclear as I head to the Dean-cave to corral the children for their lunch. Dean and I had spent a whole weekend about a year or so ago remodeling and redecorating one of the numerous empty rooms into a tv room/den so we could relax and watch movies. For years we had settled with a laptop screen and a motel bed for this but once Dean was gifted a huge flat screen television from a grateful client we decided this was the way to go. Albeit the television had turned out to be home to a cursed object and we ended up having to demolish it. I had replaced it with a safe and normal, non-cursed one for Dean's birthday, just earlier this year.  

"Lunchtime guys!" The children and Jack looked toward me with smiles on their faces. "And yes,  before you ask Jack, I cut the crusts off for you. Now, come on get to the kitchen and eat." I walk in and reach for the remote to click the screen off. The other kids run off toward the kitchen but Jack hangs back.

"You will make an excellent mother," he tells me. The grin on his face falters as he notices the tears in my eyes. "Did-did I say something wrong? Do you not want to be a good mother?"

I chuckle despite the tears. "No Jack. You didn't say anything wrong. These are happy tears. It's just my hormones. They are screwy with the pregnancy."

Jack nods as of he understands and exits the room, leaving me behind.  I slink down into Dean's chair.  The fabric still holds his scent, a mixture of gunpowder, motor oil and whiskey. I turn my head and simply breathe in the heady, yet sweet balm. I miss him so much already. I need him to get back to me, to is, safe and unharmed.

Wiping my tears, I stand up and straighten my shoulders. No time to be melancholy now.

The tension in the Bunker is thick. Sam has gone all Alpha male on everyone. He is beyond determined to get his brother back! He told me late one night recently that he can’t imagine a life without Dean in it and he doesn’t want to try.

“Dean has done so much--sacrificed so much--for me. If it’s the last thing I do on this Earth, I will bring him back to you, to me, to that baby.”

“But Sam,” I say, running my hand subconsciously over the obvious bump of my stomach. “You can’t kill yourself trying. You have to take breaks, rest. We need you too.”

He runs his fingers through his long brown hair. I stand and round the table we are sitting at and pull his head against my chest. The stubble on his chin thicker than usual, from worrying about saving Dean and not his own self. It tickles the bare skin of my arm as I wrap it around his neck. “Take care of yourself. Go get some sleep. Take a shower. Brush your teeth. Eat!” I hug his neck tightly  before letting go to look him in the eye. “And something fulfilling. Not whatever you’ve been hoarding in your room.”

“Yes mom,” Sam says, a smile in his voice.

“I’m not your mom. You already have one.” I say as I smack the back of his head before he stands fully to where I can’t reach.

“You’re going to be a good mom to my niece or nephew,” Sam says and nods before leaving the room to hopefully do as I told him to.

Unfortunately, the next morning I am met with an even more haggard looking Sam. I knew from the minute I laid eyes on him in the kitchen, Sam Winchester had not gotten an ounce of rest and was already filling up on caffeine to get through another day of researching and analyzing how to get Dean back from Michael.

I shake my head as I reach into the fridge to grab stuff to make breakfast for the rest of the Bunker residents. Egg, bacon, sausage, frozen biscuits. Food to keep us all going and to keep us all optimistic.  

Jack finds me in the library, curled up in one of the leather chairs in the corner. I’ve been doing my own investigations into how to get the archangel out of Dean’s body but have come up short on more than one occasion.

“Can I ask you something?”

I look up to see Jack, his face flushed and he seems to be bashful. He is holding his laptop, open, in his palms.

“What is it, Jack?”

“Did you and Dean have intercourse? Is that how the baby got inside you?”

I was glad I wasn’t in the process of drinking anything because his blunt questions had me gasping.

“Where--who told you that?”

“I watched a video on how babies are made. And it said that the mother, that’s you, and the father, Dean. They have intercourse and that’s how the baby is made. Dean put his penis inside--”

“Jack!” I say his name loudly, probably too loudly, to get his attention and shut him up. The nephilim looks at me curious and shy.

“Is that not how it happened?”

I take a breath to even my erratic heartbeat. I sit up straighter in the chair and nod to the one across from me for Jack to sit down. He complies, balancing his laptop on his knees.

“Yes, Jack. Dean and I had intercourse. Some people call it sex. Some call it making love. But apparently whatever video you watched, has told you the intimate details. So yes, Dean and I made love and from that love a baby was created. A baby that I will love unconditionally.”

“Even if Dean doesn’t make it back?”

“Don’t talk like that Jack,” I reprimand him. “Dean will be saved and he will make it back to us. Alive and well. You just have to keep thinking positive.”

“DO YOU EVEN CARE?”

“Yes, Sam, I do care. He is my son,” Mary answers her youngest’s question. “I love him. I want him back too!”

I listen to the argument from around the corner of the war room, in the hallway hidden from view.

“YOU DON’T ACT LIKE IT. YOUR SON IS BEING USED AS A MEAT SUIT FOR THE BIGGEST DOUCHE OF AN ANGEL OUT THERE AND YOU JUST SEEM SO INDIFFERENT. THIS IS YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!”

Sam’s words echo through the room and make their way past my inconspicuous spot. Sam and his mother have been going at it all morning. Sam claiming Mary of being aloof and heartless about Dean being practically kidnapped and worn like a Halloween costume. Mary defending herself by saying she cares and she is working on her own devices to get Dean back.

“WE NEED TO BE WORKING TOGETHER THEN. PUT ALL OUR RESOURCES TOGETHER AND THEN COME TO A UNANIMOUS DECISION. NOT GO OFF HALF-COCKED, WITH HALF OF THE INFORMATION WE NEED. THAT’LL JUST KILL MORE OF US.”

“Sam, calm down sweetie,” Mary admonishes.

“CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?” Sam’s voice raises more, if possible. “YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN THE ONE WHO BASICALLY RAISED ME IS OUT THERE BEING USED AND IS NOT IN CONTROL OF WHAT HAPPENS TO HIS BODY. WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF HE IS AWARE OF WHAT MICHAEL IS DOING!!”

“Son, we are doing everything--” Bobby speaks up. I hear a crash and peek around the door to see that Sam has thrown a tome across the room, hitting and breaking a vase in the corner, the glass shattering to the floor and the water dripping from the perch.

“NO WE ARE GIVING HALF-ASSED ATTEMPTS TO FIND HIM.”

I leave my hiding spot to head back to the kitchen to grab a mop and bucket and trash can to clean up the mess in the war room. I hear Sam and Bobby pass the kitchen, heading back to the  repurposed conference room, a room not frequently used towards the back of the Bunker but after everything Sam and Bobby had turned it into a hub for working to find ways to get Dean back.

I carry the bucket and mop to the war room, to be met with a downtrodden and distressed Mary. I squat to and begin picking up the shards of glass, making sure to give her her space. I like Mary but I also don’t want to crowd her or get into her space. They are all working so diligently to bring Dean back that I don’t want to get in the way.

“You don’t have to do that,” her timid voice sounds behind me. I drop a few shards into the trash can and turn to see her looking at me, a small smile on her face.

“Well, someone has to do it. And you all are working so hard.”

“Thank you. We all appreciate you,” Mary says as she joins me in the floor and begins helping to pick up the glass. “You are the glue that is holding everything else together, you know. You take care of all of us. You make sure we all are fed and well rested.”

“Sam isn’t,” I contradict.

“Not that you don’t try to get that big lug to,” Mary smiles. “I just want you to know I see what you do behind the scenes. And I know Dean will be grateful for it when he comes back.”

Tears prickle my eyelids at the thoughts of Dean coming home, coming back to me, back to his child; the one he knows nothing about.

“I sometimes wonder if he’d known about this little guy, if he would’ve still said yes.”

“He would,” I tell her. “I know Dean. I’ve known Dean for a decade. If he thinks his sacrifice would save people and make this world a better place, you can bet your ass he would’ve still said yes. Especially if it meant making a safe a better world for his child.”

Mary helps me finish cleaning and then makes her own way to the conference room at the back of the Bunker.

A noise catches my attention as I’m in my room, cleaning. I walk through the hall and can hear the distinct timbre of Castiel’s voice. I walk into the room and see the angel’s face. It is beaten and bloodied. I start to rush toward him as he says, “That means Dean dies too.”

I stop as the words permeate my ears. Then Jack’s voice sounds and it makes my blood boil. “Then he dies.” I can’t stop myself as I make my way to the nephilim and smack him across the face. The boy looks up at me as he holds his cheek in his hand. “I do not want to hear those words come from your mouth again!” I yell at him. “Dean is not going to die!”

I turn to Cas and grab his chin, lifting his face to inspect the damage.

“I am sorry you had to hear that,” he tells me.

I take a breath and focus on what needs to be done. I grab the towel from my shoulder and wipe the blood from his face. Not answering him, I continue cleaning his wounds.

Suddenly we hear a commotion and the majority of the adults who have been working tirelessly to save my boyfriend and baby daddy rushes into the room.

“We found him!” Sam announces. But before any plans can be made, the iron door above us opens and in walks Dean. Well, Dean’s body; Michael is in full control. I can tell just by the posture and the gait with which he approaches the balcony.

“Wrong. I have found you.”

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[carleighalpha]

Don't Let Me Go

{Y/N} Singer hears that her boyfriend is in a coma, but she hasn't told him important news.

Imagine: Sad, Angst, and Fluff.

Word Count: 1,600

{Y/N} was at her home with her father, Bobby Singer, but she was throwing up, Bobby was holding her long {H/C} out of place.

“ That’s it, let it out.” Bobby told her, {Y/N} finally stopped throwing up, she sat back, and Bobby got her a drink of water, she slowly gulps it down, after finishing, she placed it down, Bobby flushed the sickness down and shut the lid.

“ You gonna tell him?” Bobby asked as {Y/N} smirked at her dad.

“ Yeah, I was planning on telling Dean after Yellow eyes was gone.” {Y/N} said as Bobby frowned a bit as a phone rang, Bobby got up and answered it, {Y/N} smiled and brushed her teeth, after she was done, she goes downstairs to see her dad horrified and {Y/N} assumed the worst.

“ Dad?” {Y/N} asked as her dad turned to her.

“ They are in a hospital.” Bobby said as {Y/N} wrapped her arms around her middle.

“ And Dean?” {Y/N} exclaimed as Bobby’s face saddened.

“ He’s in a coma.” Bobby explained, {Y/N}’s legs begin to shake and Bobby rushes to her and holds her tight, {Y/N} cries as Bobby rocks her, she pushed her own father away.

“ Where are they?” {Y/N} asked in a shaking voice, Bobby sees her fear and what would happen if Dean dies.

“ Sioux Falls Hospital.” Bobby told her, {Y/N} nods and gets her keys.

“ Ask for Elroy McGillicutty.” Bobby told her, she nods and walks out of the house, as she gets to her car, she gives a silent prayer that Dean will wake up, she gets in and drives. Back at the hospital, Dean sits up and gets out of a bed, wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else, confused about why he is here, he goes out into the hallway.

“ Sam? Dad? Anybody?” Dean called out as he looked around, he walks down the steps and finds a nurse’s station.

“ Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, my dad and my brother, I just need to find them.” Dean told her, but she doesn’t respond at all.

“ Hello?” Dean asked before snapping his fingers, he decided to go back up the stairs, he feels panicked as he finds his own body on the bed, intubated and dying.

“ What? What the hell is going on?” Dean asked in horror. Back at the front of the hospital, {Y/N} walks inside and goes to the head nurses station.

“ How can I help you?” A nurse asked as {Y/N} felt some tears coming up.

“ Looking for Elroy McGillicutty?” {Y/N} asked and the nurse nodded.

“ Up the stairs and three rooms down.” She replied, {Y/N} nodded and began her way up the steps, she goes to find John’s room, he looked up at her and {Y/N} started to break down, John slowly got out of the bed.

“ What happened?” {Y/N} asked as John sighed, here breaking down way {Y/N} Singer, a fearless hunter, but right now he saw a shell.

“ We had Yellow Eyes, but he possessed me, Sam didn’t have the strength to shoot me, the bastard got away, but the Impala crashed, Dean is in a coma.” John explained to her, {Y/N} stood up and placed a hand flat on her stomach.

“ If only I told him. If only I told Dean.” {Y/N} said as John was confused.

“ Told him what?” John asked as {Y/N} stared up at him with her {E/C} eyes.

“ That I’m pregnant.” {Y/N} told him, John looked down flat at her stomach, it had a little bump and he looked back up at her, but he smiled at her.

“ Is it Dean’s?” John asked of her, {Y/N} nodded, and he smiled, now he had more of a purpose to get Dean back in action, he had to keep quiet about it.

“ I need to see him. I need to see Dean.” {Y/N} whimpered as her body shook, John gave her a sad smile.

“ Down the hall two doors down.” John gave her the information she needed, and she left John standing there, he was going to be a grandfather, {Y/N} soon finds Dean, she gave a small cry.

“ Baby? What did they do to you?” {Y/N} whimpered, Dean looked dead, lifeless, but he was in a coma, {Y/N} didn’t want to know why he wasn’t waking up, she got into a chair and held one of his hands.

“ I need you to wake up Baby!” {Y/N} cried again, unknown to her, John was at the door, seeing the distant {Y/N} crying for her lover, but unknown to both {Y/N} and John, Dean’s spirit saw this, his lover, his baby girl crying out for him to wake up, he walked to see her once life filled {E/C} eyes were red and flowing the tears, but she closed them and let her head rest upon Dean’s body.

“ Don’t worry Baby! I’m gonna wake up.” Dean’s voice whispered, but neither the Singer girl or the Father Winchester could hear his promise, it was about two hours before Sam came in to see that his dad was gone from the room, Sam went to check on Dean and saw a tear streaked {Y/N} looking at her lover.

“ When did you get here?” Sam asked as {Y/N} turned to him, she got up and embraced him, Sam hugged her back.

“ Couple hours ago.” {Y/N} confessed to the young Winchester, he nodded to her, she sighed and turned to Dean’s still unconscious body.

“ He needs to wake up, not just for you, John or my sake.” {Y/N} said as Sam was confused.

“ What do you mean?” Sam asked as {Y/N} looked up at him.

“ It means I’m pregnant with Dean’s baby.” {Y/N} told Sam, he was slightly taken aback by this, {Y/N} was pregnant with Dean’s kid?

“ How far along are you?” Sam asked as {Y/N} felt more tears coming from her eyes.

“ About two months.” {Y/N} cried as Sam remembered Dean went to go visit Bobby almost two months back, he must have also visited {Y/N}.

“ Dean will wake up.” Sam told her, she cried again, and Sam held her, but as they hugged they heard gasping from behind them, they turned to see Dean gasps, waking suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat.

“ Dean?” Sam asked as {Y/N} got to Dean’s side.

“ Help! I need help!” Sam called out, {Y/N} held Dean’s hand, his eyes on hers, she had to back up as the doctors did exams on her lover.

“ 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 Dean nods.

“ Thanks, doc.” Dean said as the doc left, {Y/N} sat next to Dean, she was rubbing the back of his hand.

“ So you said a Reaper was after me?” Dean asked as {Y/N} looked up at Sam, who nodded.

“ How'd I ditch it?” Dean asked as Sam looked defeated by his question.

“ You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?” Sam asked as Dean shook his head.

“ No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong. “ Dean started, but {Y/N} gripped his hand, Dean turned over to a tearing up {Y/N}.

“ I don’t know what I would have done if you died.” {Y/N} said darkly, Dean was concerned for her.

“ Why? Baby, what’s wrong?” Dean asked as she took his hand and slowly placed it on the small bump.

“ Dean, I’m pregnant.” {Y/N} told him, his eyes slightly widen at the confession.

“ Is it mine?” Dean asked, she nods, she moved her hand away from Dean’s, he kept the hand there.

“ That.. that’s great {Y/N}.” Dean said as he rubbed the bump, he was finally getting something good in his life, {Y/N} looked up to see John at the door.

“ I need to get a drink.” {Y/N} said as she got up, but placed a kiss upon Dean’s lips, she walked out and went to where the water was, drinking slowly and then stopping, she began to walk back to Dean’s room, Dean smiled at her and she sat on the bed, Dean placed the hand upon the bump again.

“ I’m glad you’re back.” {Y/N} said as alarms went off, the two looked at one another and went to see a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt resuscitation, {Y/N} saw it was John.

“ John?” {Y/N} whimpered as she sees the doctors trying to bring him back.

“ No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!” Dean cried out, {Y/N} prays to God that John will come back, just like Dean.

“ Okay, stop compressions.” The Doctor said as {Y/N} kept praying.

“ Still no pulse.” The nurse told them, Dean held {Y/N} tightly.

“ Okay, that's it everybody. “ The doctor said as he looked at his watch.

“ I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am.” He said, Dean took {Y/N} away from the body of his father and held her against him, shushing her as he rubbed her back.

“ Why does this happen?” {Y/N} cried as she held onto Dean, with the father Winchester dead, it was only Dean and Sam Winchester along with {Y/N} to continue their roles, Saving People, Hunting Things, The Family Business.

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