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waywardnerd67 · 4 years

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Spiraling

Summary: If something could go wrong in (Y/N)’s life then it did. Now she is on the verge of spiraling out of control. In her darkest moment, a hero will come to save her and set her on the path she was always meant to be on. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Self-hate Talk/Talk of Suicide Word Count: 5040 A/N: The last couple of months have been hard so this is my way of dealing with it. A lot of the details are from actual things going on in my life, but I’ve changed the specifics for storytelling purposes.

“Your cat needs emergency surgery to save her life. In order for us to proceed we need a down payment of $1500 and then the remaining $600 once she can go home.”

“Your starter is bad. You have a battery cable that is carotid. Plus we found that there is a leak in your head gasket and it will need to be replaced immediately. All together parts, labor and tax it will total $4976.”

“Effective Immediately: New Management. Your apartment complex is now under the management of Lindchest LLC. Your rent will go up starting November 2020 to $750 per month. There will be an additional pet deposit of $200 per pet and pet rent of $25 per pet. You will need to log on to our Tenant Portal to sign your lease within twenty-four hours or vacate your unit.”

I read the flyer that was haphazardly tape to my door once more. Looking down to Serenity, my cat with the $2100 bladder sighing, “Looks like you need to get a job.”

I unpacked my laptop letting it wake up only to discover that my internet was not working. I picked up my phone calling the all too familiar number.

“I’m sorry Ms. (Y/L/N), but it looks like there is a major outage in your area due to construction. We don’t have a timeframe of when it will be back up.”

I ended the call flopping down onto my couch, “I would love for one, just one, thing to go my way.”

The last month has been challenging between vet bills, my car being an oversized paper weight and my rent going up one hundred and seventy-five dollars plus two hundred dollar deposit. I did not think anything else could possibly go wrong until I arrived at work the next morning.

“Hey (Y/N), can we meet in my office?” my boss waved his hand for me to follow him.

A sinking feeling settled onto my chest as he asked me to close the door behind him, “I know we’ve had this conversation before, but your attendance.”

Tears welled up beneath my eyelids, but I held them back as he continued, “I know we’re trying to be cautious with COVID, but you’ve already been out sick quite a bit already.”

“I know I was, but my doctor recommended for me to stay out since I had more than half the symptoms of COVID.” My voice quivered at the end as my protective wall was crumbling.

He leant forward on his desk, “I know, but then it was your car issues and now you have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning that you just came to me about this morning. I just want to set up some firm guidelines for you using your time off from here on out. I would also like to see you come in for ninety days straight. (Y/N), you do a great job here, but you actually have to be here to do the job.”

“I know. I can reschedule my appointment for tomorrow and I will work with any guidelines you give me. I’m sorry about my attendance. I love my job and I love coming to work.” I was pleading as a wayward tear slipped down my cheek.

“I never once questioned that. We will work through this together. No need to reschedule your appointment since I approved it already. Going forward I will need at least one week's notice for you to use vacation days, forty-eight hours notice to use your personal days and twenty-four hours notice for your sick days.”

I nodded my agreement not trusting that I could hold the burning sob in my chest from bursting through. I left his office and spent the rest of my day in a complete daze. I drove home in the same daze only to have another flyer on my door from the new management.

“We Missed You! Dear Tenant, we entered your apartment today to make an assessment of it. We have found the following things broken, worn and in need of repair. Since this was not properly taken care of, you will be responsible for all repairs and they will need to be scheduled for completion within one week’s time. Please log on to your Tenant Portal to schedule this as soon as possible. Thank you, Lindchest, LLC”

I caught the edge of my kitchen counter as my legs gave out. The list of repairs was more than what I was renting the place for. I managed to get myself to my bedroom and landed face first on the mattress. Freely the tears flowed down my face and my body shook as overwhelming sorrow ran through her.

Serenity butted her head up against mine, “Hi baby. I’m sorry your mommy is a screw up. Would you want to go live with you grandma?”

She snuggled against my arm purring. My body relaxed as I continued to pet her and listen to her purring until finally I drifted off to sleep. Dreams of a better life tormented me throughout the night. The next morning, would solidify my darkest thoughts into a plan of action as the last bit of bad news I could take happened.

“We will need to extract two molars and all four wisdom teeth. I will refer you to an oral surgeon who can get you scheduled right away. After insurance, you’re probably looking at $1500 to $2000 for everything. You will have to provide fifty percent of the total at the time of service and then I’m sure they could work payments out for you.”

I took a deep breath, “Okay. If you could give me the information I will schedule it. I also need a note for my employer for today’s appointment.”

As I sat in the chair waiting for the dental assistant to come back my inner self yelled loudly.

“You are nothing in this world. You are providing nothing and only taking resources away from everyone. Serenity would be taken care of by your mom. Work will find someone to replace you in a snap. You have no friends. You have no place you can afford to live. I think it’s a sign from up above that now is your time to take matters in your own hands. It’s time to free up your space for someone more deserving. More functional. More worthy.”

“Everything okay?” I looked up to see the assistant holding my papers and I nodded.

I went through the motions of work as my mind was preoccupied of my choices for the evening. Texting my mom, I asked her to watch over Serenity for a while so I could find a new place for us. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary and I as I said goodbye to my co-workers for the evening, I felt peace come over me. Dropping off my cat to my mom, I told her I could not stay since I had plans. On my kitchen table there was one letter addressed to her that would be found when she would come get my things.

I walked a half a mile down to a bridge that was over the river I lived by. The sun had gone down hours ago and now all that was left was for me to finally do something right.

***

Dean Winchester parked his car near the Jefferson Bridge watching as people came and went over it. His brother Sam was flirting with the local librarian, so Dean decided to give him the motel room for the night. He deserved it after all the crap they had gone through. He looked down at his watch, seeing it was coming up at midnight when something caught his eye.

A woman was looking over the wall down to the water. Suddenly he became antsy as he continued to watch her. He got out of his car casually walking towards her so as to not spook her. The cool night breeze blew through her beautiful (Y/C/H) hair. Her body was like a country dirt road with curves for days. His eyes were drifting down her body when she hopped up onto the wall and his heart leaped into his throat.

“Oh no pretty girl, don’t do what I think you’re trying to do.” He whispered as her eyes stayed focused on the water below.

Dean picked up his pace just in time reaching for her as she leapt from the bridge. His hands grasping underneath her arm and at her wrist.

“No! Let me go! Please let me go!” She yelled as I tried to pull her up.

“Sweetheart, trust me, life is not so bad that you should jump off a bridge. Let me help you, please.” He pleaded feeling something deep within him stirring.

She tried to fight against him, but he could feel her losing strength. With one swift move he had her sitting back up on the wall of the bridge. His arm tightly wrapped around her waist as she began to weep.

“No, this is meant to be. I’m not meant to be here. I’m nothing.” She tried to get out of his grasp unsuccessfully.

He pulled her off the wall and carried her to his car, “I’m positive that’s not true. Come on, why don’t I buy you some food and a drink then we can talk about it.”

Her body went rigid, “Why are you being nice to me? You don’t even know me.”

“It’s what I do, sweetheart. I help people who need it no matter what, but if it makes you feel better I’m Dean. Now how about some food and a drink because I’m starving.” He slowly let go of her as she looked down towards the ground.

“(Y/N).” she whispered as she reluctantly, she got in his car sliding across to the passenger side.

Dean drove to the bar nearby his motel glancing over to her every once in a while. Closer now, she was even more beautiful than he originally thought. (Y/N)’s eyes were soft (Y/C/E) and perfect pouty lips. Her body was turned towards her door as she looked out the window but he could imagine himself curling up next to her.

“Let me guess, you’re staying at the Chippewa Motel.” (Y/N) had turned towards him as they pulled into the bar parking lot.

He chuckled, “Yeah, why?”

She let out a soft laugh, “Because those are the only people who go to Sunset Bar.”

For a moment as they got out of the car, Dean’s chest tightened afraid that she would take off. He relaxed when she started walking towards the door and looked behind her to see if he was following. Walking inside, (Y/N) went to the furthest booth in the building. Dean took it upon himself to order them a couple of burgers and beers.

Waiting for their beers, he noticed quite a few men taking an interest in (Y/N). Even red and puffy eyed, she was still catching every man’s eye in the place. Quickly grabbing their beers, he made his way to her staring down every man on the way. He bumped the bottle on her arm motioning for her to move over.

“Thanks.” She muttered, taking a sip and curling herself up on the far end of the bench.

“I wouldn’t normally sit like this with a total stranger, but I think it’s safer for you if I do.” He watched as her eyes followed his widening.

She moved a little closer to him just enough for his fingers to brush against her shoulder, “As much as I don’t want to be a part of this world anymore that is not the way I want to go out.” She waved her bottle out towards the dispersing crowd of men.

“Why do you want to end it all?” His curiosity was getting the best of him.

A beautiful woman like (Y/N) should have everything the world could offer her. Happiness, money, love. His heart skipped at the very word. He pushed it from his mind refocusing on her.

“Have you ever wondered if God was punishing you for something you had no idea you did wrong?” She took a long drag from her bottle and Dean found himself swallowing hard.

“All the freaking time.” He chuckled remembering the recent bombshell that he and Sam were destined to kill one another because of God’s need for a good ending to his story.

She sighed looking up as the bartender brought their food to them. For the first time, (Y/N) genuinely smiled, “Bacon cheeseburgers are my favorite.”

“Mine too.” He smiled back at her before they each took a large bite.

For the next half an hour explaining everything that had gone wrong in her life up until today. From bad decisions, divorce, mental breakdown one and two, loss of jobs, unemployment, her cat, her car, her current job and her tooth. He had to admit the string of bad luck was hard to deny. None of which was a good enough reason to end her life.

When the waitress came for our plates, (Y/N) asked for a glass of water finishing off her beer. I placed my large hand on top hers covering it completely.

“I’m sorry you’ve been through so much and nearly all of it is out of your control. If you could do anything except end your life, what would you do?”

“Well if money was no option then I would grab Serenity and start a new life somewhere far away. Of course, I would keep in contact with my mom, but she would understand me leaving.” She stared off for a moment her face softening at the very thought of leaving.

Before he could stop to think about the words coming from his mouth they were already hitting her delicate ears, “I think I could help you with that.”

“W-What?” Her piercing eyes bore into his with hope, “How could you help me?”

“That is a conversation for a more private place and whiskey.” He chuckled and down the rest of his beer.

Dean started laughing as she practically pushed him out of the booth, “Well come on hero, I know a place that is private enough to talk.”

He threw a few bills down on the table for a tip and allowed (Y/N) to drag him from the bar. She directed him back towards the bridge except this time she pointed to a small, run down apartment complex. He parked next to the car (Y/N) pointed out to be hers, a newer SUV.

“I will deal with you tomorrow.” He pointed to the vehicle giving it a stern look.

Following (Y/N) up the stairs to her little studio apartment, “This is where the hiked up the rent?”

She nodded, “Yeah. At the time, it was the cheapest place to live. You just happen to be in luck that I have a bottle of whiskey stashed away. It’s in the cabinet above the fridge. I’m going to change out of my clothes and freshen up a little.”

Dean watched her disappear behind a room divider and made himself tear his eyes away from watching her gorgeous silhouette. Easily grabbing the bottle and two cups from a local Mexican restaurant he noticed a letter on the table.

“Mom, I know you’re upset. No, I know you’re pissed. I gave up. I didn’t come to you like I promised I would. I couldn’t come to you again with all my problems. I truly believe I was not meant to be in this world and that is why my life has been one shit show after another. I’m taking resources away from this world and not contributing to it. Honestly, everything will move on and you will live out the rest of your life not having to worry about me anymore.

Please take care of Serenity for me. Give her all the hugs and snuggle her extra for me. Mom, this was never your fault and there was nothing you could have done to save me. My mind is made up. The decision was made. I want you to remember what good times there were. I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry for leaving you. Please know I love you very, very much. Goodbye. Love, (Y/N)”

“That wasn’t for you to read.” A small voice brought his eyes from the page but not before a few teardrops could fall onto the page, “You’re crying, why?”

He wiped away the tears falling down his cheeks, “I-I don’t know. I guess reading a suicide note brings out my inner Mr. Sensitivity.”

He tried to give her a sad smile chuckling, but his heart shattering into pieces made it hard too. She took the bottle and cups leading him to the small loveseat. They sat down before downing their first pours of whiskey. The amber liquor burning down his throat and warming his chest. He poured them both another drink before going into his own story.

“My brother and I travel across the country hunting all kinds of… things that go bump in the night.” Dean completely opened up about everything in his life. Carefully watching her every reaction as he spoke and only felt that there was once she wanted to bolt for the door.

“Wait…” she took the bottle and drank from it, “monsters are real?”

He nodded grabbing the bottle for himself, “Yep. Vampires, werewolves, chupacabras.”

Taking a drink, he handed it back to her allowing it all to sink in, “Okay so how does that help me? I’m not interested in hunting monsters or being a monster.”

“Well that’s good because I wouldn’t allow a beautiful woman to become either of those things. I was thinking more along the lines of teaching you how we manage to get unlimited money and then you could move wherever your heart desires. Is that more your speed?”

She nodded, “Now you’re speaking my language. God, it would be amazing to live somewhere remote where I could just write all day long.”

“Well, Sam and I can make that happen for you. We’re probably going to be leaving to head back home in a couple of days. You could travel with us then we could get you all set up and on a plane to all points nowhere, USA.”

Suddenly, (Y/N) launched herself into his arms hugging him tightly, “I can’t thank you enough, Dean.”

His arms wrapped around her and everything felt complete with her, it was strange for him to feel that way. Never once had he ever felt whole but a never ending void deep in his soul that was closing being near her. She pulled away slightly then pressed her lips to his cheek.

***

The next day, Dean had a heated conversation with his brother Sam. Once he was off the phone, he confirmed that I would follow them back to Lebanon, Kansas in my car once he fixed it. He dropped me off at work where everyone noticed the one hundred eighty degree mood change in me. I spent my last hour typing a resignation letter to my boss leaving it on his desk and packing up the few personal items I had.

Dean was waiting for me in the parking lot with his beloved car, “How was work?”

“It was… good. I’m happy to never have to go back to it again though.” He opened the door for me to slide in.

“Dean, would it be okay to stop by my mom’s to get Serenity?” His piercing emerald eyes narrowed for a split second before he smirked.

“Yeah, we can go get the furball.” He chuckled pulling out of the parking lot and leaving that part of me behind us.

I found out that Dean was an amazing liar, but also charming. He won my mom over in a few short minutes as Serenity jumped up onto my lap. I petted her a few times before resting my cheek against the top of her head.

I whispered to her, “Go check him and let me know what you think.”

I watched the shorthair tabby jump off her lap and up onto Dean’s. She sniffed him as he held his hand out to her. His nose began to twitch and she jumped down with a huff before he sneezed.

“Sorry furball, I’m allergic to you.” He sniffled before excusing himself to the bathroom.

Serenity meowed up at me before getting in her crate. The fact she did not hiss was a good sign and I closed her crate up after one last pet.

“So, how did you really meet Dean?” I knew my mom could see right through his story, so I told her the truth, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you should have come to me.”

“I know, but I just couldn’t. I was tired of being a screw up. I gave up.” The last few words were a whisper as my mom got up to sit next to me.

Her arms were around me as tears fell from both of our eyes, “Well I’m glad he saved you. Did you find a place to live?”

I pulled away from her, “Kind of. Dean and his brother are going to help me settle into a new spot. I will call you with all the details.”

I looked up to see Dean standing behind us, “I promise to take care of her.”

“Sounds like you already have. Thank you for saving my daughter.” In a rare moment, I watched as my mom got up hugging someone other than me. Dean was tense for a moment before hugging her back.

The rest of the evening and into the night, Dean spent working on my car. I sat outside with him on the green cooler from his car handing him tools. Grease covered his arms, hands and clothes.

“Hey tiny fingers, come here and get this bolt off.” He called out from under the engine.

I stepped on top of the cooler reaching over looking down to see his beautiful eyes staring back at me. Reaching down my fingers brushed against his as I loosened the bolt in question. Getting down off the cooler I found myself straddling over Dean’s chest as he slid out from underneath the car.

“Hey there pretty girl.” He smirked as I moved back from him.

“Ha. Ha. So, what’s the verdict?” I watched as he stood up seemingly towering over me.

I tried hard to concentrate on him, but between the leather musk on his skin and engine grease was making me dizzy, “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?”

“What? Sorry, what did you say?” I felt my face burning as he stepped closer to me.

“Am I distracting you from paying attention?” Backing up until my butt was against his car, his hands rested on either side of me caging me in.

“I have n-no idea what you’re talking about. So, tell me is my car a goner?” I swallowed the large lump knotted in my throat.

Dean leaned in closer until their noses were almost touching tilting his head slightly, “Your car is fine. The mechanic was trying to get more money out of you. The head gasket is in great shape.”

He stepped back with a smug grin on his face and my body seemingly followed along with him before I stopped it, “That’s great news! The sooner we’re out of here, the better.”

The next morning, I woke up to low murmuring voices. One was distinctively Dean’s voice, “Sammy, I don’t know how else to say it clearer.”

His brother spoke in a concerned hushed tone, “I think you need to come up with another way because you’re sounding ridiculous right now.”

“All I know is that I have never felt this way in my life. Cassie, Jo, Lisa, none of them made me feel complete. None of them took away the gaping, endless void inside of me. I didn’t even think it was possible to feel this way, but here I am.”

Dean sounded distressed and that made my chest ache. I knew exactly how he was feeling since I had felt it since the moment we met. I had been trying to ignore the comfort and hope swelling inside me, but it was getting harder.

“Sounds like you’re talking about love at first sight or even soulmates.” Sam seemed more curious now than frustrated.

I took this opportunity to walk out from behind the wall divider, “Good morning.”

Dean’s eyes met me first bringing a warm smile to his handsome face, “Hey (Y/N), good morning. We didn’t wake you up?”

I shook my head feeling Sam’s gaze on me as I looked down at Dean’s Zeppelin t-shirt covering me, “Um I spilled spaghetti sauce on my last clean shirt. Dean was nice enough to let me borrow one of his.” I felt my face heating up as Sam nodded.

“Uh-huh.” He stood up walking towards me. Sam loomed over me pulling a flask from his jacket pocket, “Could you stick out your arm for me, please?”

I looked over to Dean who was rolling his eyes, “Sam it’s not necessary.”

“It is for me,” He looked at me as I brought my arm out and he poured what seemed to be water on my arm, “Okay, just a few more tests to go.”

I held a bandana from Dean over the small cut on my arm wincing, “What was that for?”

Sam wiped the blade on his jacket as Dean pushed him back gently. His vibrant olive eyes focused on tying the bandana, “Silver blade to make sure you’re not a werewolf or shapeshifter.”

“I’m sorry to be this way, but this whole situation is weird and I have to protect my brother,” Sam held his hand out to me, “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

I shook his hand, “Yeah, nice to meet you too. Look, as strange as you both think this is, I feel the same way.”

I made sure to look at Dean when I spoke and his eyes widened, “Really?”

I nodded, “There’s a connection here that I can’t explain. Frankly, I don’t care if it’s ever explained to me. All I know is that being with you feels right.”

Sam's disapproving grunt had us both looking to him, “I think we should do a little more research into this. We should definitely get back to the Bunker and maybe ask Rowena for some help.”

A soft meow came from the ground below as Serenity rubbed against Sam’s legs affectionately. He knelt down petting her and I was surprised to see her go belly up.

“Wow, you must be an animal lover because Serenity has never done that with anyone but me.” I knelt down as well petting her soft fur.

For the first time, I watched Sam let down his guard and chuckled, “I’m usually a dog person but hard to say no to a cat who accepts you.”

“Wonderful, you and the furball can take (Y/N)’s car while she and I ride in Baby.” Dean slipped his arm around my shoulders bringing me into his side.

Sam nodded silently as his eyes never left me. It felt as if he were trying to read me, but there was nothing to reveal. By late morning, we were on the road to Lebanon, Kansas. It would be at least a day’s travel to get there, which Dean reassured me that they had done longer trips than this before. We filled the time by talking about everything from childhoods to Winchester's most interesting hunts. When I would get sleepy, Dean would pull me into his side and turn on his favorite mixtape. Being with him was as easy as breathing to me.

After a few stops for food and gas, we finally hit the city limits of Lebanon. The small town looked straight out of a 50’s sitcom. As we drove out of the rustic town, we drove down a long paved drive behind what looked to be an abandoned building of some kind. I was shocked when we came upon a large set of doors that opened into a full stocked garage.

“Welcome home.” Dean said as he parked his car with Sam pulling up next to him.

The Men of Letters Bunker, as the brother called it, was massive. Sam happily told me the history of the secretive group and how their family tied into it. Dean walked by my side with his fingers laced with mine holding my hand. We came to a door with the number eleven on it and Dean pulled her inside.

“This is my room. Of course, it’s the coolest room here except for maybe the Fortress of Deanitude.”

I looked around at all the weapons displayed on the walls. His massive record collection was set up in bins. His desk contained a computer, a small lamp and a tiny picture. I picked it up seeing Dean who was a young child with a woman he looked familiar too.

He gently took the picture from my hand, “My mom and I. It’s the last picture of us together before she was killed,” he placed the picture back in its spot.

After getting Serenity and I settled into our new room, I found myself overcome with exhaustion. Laying down on my new bed with Serenity lying next to me, I feel into the most peaceful night of sleep I have had in awhile. Dreams of adventures with Dean filling my head.

***

Dean sat with Sam in the Library, a soft smile permanent etched onto his face. Sam’s nose was nearly pressed against his computer screen looking into (Y/N). He was waiting for Rowena to call him back when a familiar voice came from near the Bunker door.

“You would have to go find your soulmate and end the world, Winchester.”

Sam and Dean looked up to see Billie standing tall holding her scythe, her hard eyes glaring down at them.

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leahxx129 · 4 years

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His Name (demon!Dean Winchester x Reader)

This is a submission for the immensely talented @fvckingavengers ‘ quarantine writing challenge. Also, I’d like to credit @angelkurenai since her soulmate AU imagines provided the main idea for this fic.

My prompt for inspiration was:

You’re all I need when I’m holding you tight / If you walk away I will suffer tonightI found a man I can trust / And boy, I believe in us / I am terrified to love for the first time / Can’t you see that I’m bound in chains? / I finally found my way / I am bound to you - Bound to You by Christina Aguilera

Summary: Nobody knew why or how, but on their thirteenth birthday every person on planet Earth would start feeling this burning sensation on their left lower arm, which intensifies as the day carries on. By the time the sun goes down, the burning sensation would leave a scar, forming a name. It’s believed to be the name of the person one belongs with. The letters on your skin spell out Dean Winchester.

Warnings: angst, mild swearing

Word count: 3.275-ish

Sam Winchester is staring intensely on the map in the War room as if he watched it closely enough, it would show where his brother went from the last place he’d been spotted at. Sam is tired beyond words – he has spent every waking hour searching for Dean, even though he is not sure that the demon curing ritual would work on a Knight of Hell.

„You know we’re gonna find him, right?” Cas speaks up, making Sam jump a little.

„Cas... didn’t see you there... Uhm, sure, I know. It’s just harder than I thought.” his words don’t really comply with his facial expression.

„Well, I do not know if this is helpful, but Crowley sent me a photo a few minutes ago with a text saying ’Show this to Moose’. It depicts a woman I have never seen before.” he hands Sam the phone.

„Oh my God!” Sam’s eyes light up with excitement. „Why haven’t I thought of that?!”

„Thought of what? I think I’m in the dark here, Sam.”

But Sam is too busy looking for something in his pockets to answer. A couple of seconds later a familiar rattle indicates he found his car keys and he claps Cas on the shoulder.

„We have a long drive ahead of us, buddy.”

It‘s 2. a.m. on a Thursday night, you are wiping the bar counter with a cloth. Nothing out of the ordinary happened all evening. You started your shift around 6 p.m. at the local bar, only the regulars came in. The air was heavy with the scent of liquor and cigarette smoke. Even the old jukebox in the corner and the clatter of billiard balls sounded pretty much the same as every night.

Just as you’ve finished wiping and start washing the glasses, the main door opens then closes slowly with a squeak.

„I’m sorry but were closed! Try tomorrow, pal.” you say without looking at the newly arrived guest. It’s not a rare phenomenon that someone wants to stick around for a couple more drinks after closing time, so you don’t suspect anything. Not until the person begins talking, anyway.

’Really? I thought you’d make an exception for an old friend...”

Hearing Sam Winchester’s voice makes your blood run cold, numbing you to an extent that the glass you are holding slips out of your grasp and shatters to a dozen pieces on the floor.

„Sam...” despite your best efforts you can’t muster anything other than his name.

„I mean, I was hoping you’d be excited to see me, Y/N, but breaking glasses is not necessary. Or safe.” he chuckles, sitting down on a bar stool.

„Shut up, smartass!” you intend to look serious, but a smile creeps on your face, nevertheless.

There’s a long moment of silence. Neither of you want to spoil the joy of reunion so you just look at one another, taking in how the other has changed over the years. You pour two scotches and finally Sam clears his throat.

„I see you’re still covering up his name.” he states, referring to your bracelets that hide most of your left lower arm.

Oh, right. His name. Frankly, you tend to forget about those words burnt in your skin quite easily.

Nobody knew why or how, but on their thirteenth birthday every person on planet Earth would start feeling this burning sensation on their left lower arm, which intensifies as the day carries on. By the time the sun goes down, the burning sensation would leave a scar, forming a name. It’s believed to be the name of the person one belongs with. The letters on your skin spell out Dean Winchester.

You can still picture the day you got it crystal clearly.

It was around 10 p.m. when it finished burning and you were able to read it. Your father’s face turned to an ashy color and he drove you to Bobby Singer’s house where the Winchesters were staying at the time. Hearing an engine die, Bobby and John came out to see who the unexpected visitors were.

“Stay in the car!” your father ordered through gritted teeth as he got out and you obeyed.

John smiled when he recognized him, but his smile soon turned to a painful grimace – courtesy of your father’s amazing left hook.

“What the hell, man?!” he shouted in disbelief, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand. Bobby was visibly indecisive whether to stop the fight or let it play out.

“I could ask you the very same question, Winchester!” your father bellowed in response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I’m talking about the name that formed on my little girl’s arm, John! You have some dark connections, you must’ve got something to do with it!”

“It’s Dean, isn’t it?” you could see the epiphany on his face even in the poor light that filtered through Bobby’s kitchen window. “Look, pal... you and I both know damn well that this cannot be controlled.”

A long silence ensued. Only the crickets could be heard.

“Ever since my girl’s name showed up on your boy’s arm, I prayed every single night for it to be a mistake. For her to get a different name when the time comes, and you know I don’t believe in God, John!” your father’s voice cracked. “I prayed for her to get the name of a lawyer, a doctor or a dentist… somebody that’ll provide for her. And she got a hunter. Out of seven billion people, she got a hunter… I don’t want her to end up like Mary, or her Mom.”

John took a step closer and squeezed your father’s shoulder.

“Dean will take good care of her, I promise.”

You banish the memory as quickly as you can. The only thing you’re thankful for is the fact that none of your dads lived long enough to see how much of a lie John’s promise would prove to be.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t cover it up.” you answer Sam coldly and he shoots you an apologetic look.

“What about yours? Have you found your, uhm... what’s her face… Eileen Leahy?” your pronunciation earns a genuine smile from him.

“No, not yet. I’m starting to think she’s a myth.”

“Well then, she’s the luckiest myth in this whole damn world, I can tell you that much.”

You down your drink in one gulp and decide to ask what’s been bothering you ever since he set foot in the bar.

“Alright, Sam, honest talk. Why are you here? What’s up? I gave you this address for emergencies and the fact that we’re having a face-to-face conversation right here, right now is a bad sign in my book.”

He looks like he’s contemplating the way to present the situation to you, but you’re having none of it.

“No need for sugarcoating, hot stuff, just spill it.”

“Dean’s a demon.”

You’re not sure if you’ve heard it right or the scotch you’ve just drunk was spiked.

“Excuse me?”

“Dean’s a demon. He died with the Mark of Cain on his arm and he turned into a Knight of Hell. Gone rogue. I want to fix him, but you know Dean... it’s damn hard to find him when he doesn’t wanna be found.” he flashes you a smile but when you don’t replicate it, he continues “I’m here because he’s here, Y/N. Based on my intel, he’s been visiting this bar to see you. Will you help me cure him?”

With a blank stare you pour yourself another drink, now wishing for it to be spiked.

The next day after closing you don’t get into your car immediately; you decide to light a cigarette first. Sam’s words are still echoing in your ears. A demon? And he’s been visiting the bar to see you? Why the hell would he do that? You’re about to stub the remainder of your cigarette when you hear his voice from behind you.

“I always thought you looked incredibly sexy when you smoked, darlin’. Turned me on so much.”

You spin around on your heels just to bump straight into Dean’s chest. He grabs hold of your arms to steady you. His touch gives you goosebumps, but you compose yourself swiftly. You cannot allow him to see the effect he still has on you, even after everything that happened.

“I know, Dean, you made it clear quite a few times with your actions… what I don’t know, however, is the reason behind your little visit... so, a fucking explanation would be nice. But first, let go of me!”

“That’s such an ugly word from such a pretty mouth… and to be honest, I think you know damn well what I’m doing here. A birdy tells me Sammy paid you a visit and I doubt that he didn’t share a few things about me, Y/N. As for letting you go… sorry, no can do.” he smirks.

“What do you mean ‘no can do’, Winchester?!” you ask sharply, panic rising withing you.

“Well, more precisely, I don’t want to. I’ve missed you.” he leans in closer to your face “And frankly, I don’t want you to put those engraved demon cuffs on me that peek from your back pocket, sweetie.” he whispers against your lips.

“Okay. How ‘bout the ones Sam is about to put on you?” you whisper back, causing him to furrow his brows in confusion and lean away. This gives you enough space to headbutt him and he automatically stumbles a step backwards, allowing Sam to cuff him from behind.

With united forces you manage to hustle Dean into the trunk of your car.

“You know, demon or not, it’s nice to know some things never change. You’ve always let your dick do the thinking instead of your brain.” you tell him condescendingly before closing the trunk.

When Dean wakes up in the Men of Letters’ dungeon restrained, at first, he’s perplexed. Then as realization slowly hits him, his face becomes distorted with fury and he starts wriggling in an attempt to break free, but he doesn’t succeed. A frustrated, unhuman-like growl leaves his throat. You watch this with undeniable pleasure.

„Mornin’, sunshine!” you greet him jovially.

There’s a short silence as he watches you prepare some syringes on the nearby iron table.

„So, you’re the one who’s gonna do it, huh? Or at least try...” he says arrogantly.

„Yup!”

„Now that’s funny ’cause you see I thought you hated needl-„ but you don’t let him complete his sentence as you pierce your skin faster than he could finish it. Your blood fills up the syringe in no time.

You walk over to him and sit on his lap in a straddling position.

„I do hate needles, Dean.” You admit „Kudos for remembering. But I’m pretty sure that you’ll hate what comes next even more than I hate them and that makes it worth it.”

Before he could react, you stab him in the neck with the syringe, completely emptying its content into his artery. The unhuman growl breaks out once again, but this time it turns into manic laughter.

„Wow, that was exciting!” he exclaims as his eyes turn black „Almost as exciting as Jo holding me at gunpoint when we first met. But just almost... You know, there were times I wished it was her name on my arm instead of yours.”

„Interesting. Because there were times I wished it was your brother’s name on mine, but I guess we can’t always get what we want, now can we?” you shrug and walk back to the table, not minding Dean’s pitch-black stare. He thought he could hurt you since Jo was your best friend, but you manage to hit closer to home.

You sit down on a chair, place your legs on the table and put your headphones on.

„What are doing?” Dean asks, clearly upset.

„You didn’t seriously think I was gonna listen to your annoying blabber until the next shot, did you?” he opens his mouth to reply but you turn on the music on your phone and start lip-syncing to ’Dream on’ by Aerosmith.

In the following four hours you administer the next four shots, each at every clock turn. Dean says something insulting each time and you try to ignore him each time - with more or less success.

“Alright, hot stuff, time for the sixth shot!” examining your arm you realize it starts resembling to a needle pillow, but you draw another fix for him all the same.

This time he appears calmer. He’s not trying to pull his head away or even bite you like at some previous occasions. No shouting or growls either. You can see he started sweating, the small drops glisten on his skin like illuminated diamonds. Could the ritual actually be working?

You’re halfway back to the table when he calls you by the nickname he gave you, forcing you to turn back.

“I just want you to know I admire you. I really do, Y/N. Seeing you put this much effort into this makes me wish I put more in our relationship.” he shoots you a sad, crooked smile.

“Careful, Dean. If you don’t stop attempting to manipulate my emotions, I’m gonna punch you in the face. Again. But this time harder.” you warn him.

“I’m not toying with you. I honestly wish.”

“Well it’s kind of too late for that, isn’t it?” you take a step closer to him and pull up the bracelets on your arm. “See these words? They are the sole reason I’m here and doing this. Okay?”

“Who are you trying to fool, sweet thing? Me or yourself?”

“Shut up, asshole.”

Your hands tremble when you get back to the table and put the headphones on. You feared this moment would come and here it is. He’s trying to get under your skin. And it’s working.

Later on when you approach him with the seventh shot, he tilts his head to the side, offering his neck.

“Go on.” he encourages you and you take the opportunity. The ferocious, invincible being Sam chained down is nowhere to be seen – a broken man with beautiful green eyes looks longingly at you instead.

“There’s one more to go and you’ll be your annoying self again, hot stuff.” you tell him softly, relenting a little.

“And you?”

“I’ll be on my way to the farthest place from here.” you decide to tell him the truth, which seems to render him speechless for a minute.

“Why do you hate me so much, Y/N?” I mean, I know I’ve never been the high definition of an awesome boyfriend, trust me, but the amount of resentment I sense baffles me.” he asks, sounding genuinely intrigued.

The ball of uneasiness in your stomach grows two sizes in the span of a minute.

“You’ve lost your right to ask such personal questions four years ago, Winchester. You’ve lost it when you left that letter on the kitchen counter, and you walked out on us!” you say in a strained voice.

Suddenly, all the memories you‘ve worked so hard to suppress flood back in.

When Sam jumped in the pit, Dean was lost. His self-destructive behavior foreshadowed a gruesome end and you just couldn’t let him spiral down like that. You made arrangements and got out of the life. Rented a house in the countryside and started living like a normal couple. Beforehand, your relationship was stormy to say the least, but settling down steadied it a lot. Everything was picture perfect for about a year - then you found that damn letter when you arrived home from work. Dean explained in it that Sam was alive, and he needed some time to figure stuff out. You didn’t even get the chance to tell him what you learned that day… and this was the last straw. You never contacted Dean Winchester again, nor did you speak to him directly. Your liaison was Sam up until that night in the bar’s parking lot.

Dean’s voice brings you back to reality.

“My brother came back from the dead… I was confused, Y/N. Just like I wrote, I needed time! After a while I was trying to reach out to you, but you refused to even-“he stops mid-sentence “Wait a minute… walked out on you… as in… plural?”

You nod mechanically and his eyes widen.

“Wha-what happened?” he chokes out eventually.

“I was pregnant. Then miscarried. Don’t worry about it.”

Is that really a teardrop running down his cheek, or are you imagining things?

“Don’t worry about it?” he raises his voice in disbelief. “That’s all you’re gonna say about it?!”

“I don’t want to say anything else, Dean. Because if I pull on that thread again, my mind will go to a dark, lonely place and I think I deserve better than that.”

“Goddamnit…” he exhales loudly, then continues “When all of this is over, I want you to stay.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“I want you to stay with me. Here. I want a clean slate, a-a new beginning.”

You can’t comprehend what’s happening. One minute you were curing your ex-boyfriend from demonism, and the other he wants to start things over despite your history together.

Instead of replying, you fill up the last syringe and administer the eighth shot quickly, then deliver the required incantation. Just as you finish, Sam enters the dungeon and you run past him straight to your car. You open the door but before you could sit in somebody closes it from behind. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is, but you do it anyway. Dean takes your left arm and reveals his own name.

“I remember the night you got this thing. I was in the house when you and your dad arrived at Bobby’s and I witnessed the whole ordeal. I know that ‘til now I did a crappy job keeping the promise my dad made to yours but give me one last chance to do it right, okay?”

You look away, trying to blink back a few tears that want to escape your eyes deperately.

“I don’t know, Dean…”

He gently grasps your chin to make you face him.

“You know, when Sam gave me your message saying you don’t need me anymore, I thought – fine. If you don’t need me, I don’t need you, simple as that. But it was a lie. I only realized how big when I became a Knight of Hell… I enjoyed killing, Y/N. I enjoyed killing so much that it scared the crap out of me. But all this darkness and anger brought on by the mark alleviated one night when I accidentally stopped at that bar and saw you…”

“Damn, Winchester, are we having a chick-flick moment here?” you ask, trying to take the edge off the situation while wiping your eyes.

“Yeah…I guess we are. But don’t tell anyone ‘cause it would ruin my reputation.” he whispers the last part.

You scoff loudly.

“What reputation are you talking about, exactly? I think you lost every bit of it back in the parking lot when I kicked your demon ass.”

“Oh, well, I guess you’re right, sweet thing.” he admits with a breathy laughter.

“As for a second chance… fine. But fail to keep that promise once more and I’ll be gone for good. Understood?”

At first a look of genuine surprise spreads on his face but it soon gets switched up by gratitude. He places a feather light kiss on your lips as confirmation.

Truth be told, you could never leave him just as he could never leave you – at least not permanently. No matter the pain and the misery, you belong with each other. Your souls are bound by an invisible lace that nothing can tear apart.

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 1

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler. (Part 2)

"This is your late husband?" Sam asked as he picked up a photo frame from the centre table.

"Yes, that was my George." Mrs. Phelps answered.

"And you said he was a dentist?" You asked with an raised eyebrow. You were sitting on a chair beside Dean and Sam was sitting on his other side still examining the picture.

"He was headed to a convention in Denver." Bonnie answered after age nodded in your question. "Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to die like that." Her voice almost broke.

"How long were you married?" You asked softly.

"13 years." She answered.

"In all that time.... Did you ever noticed anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked and all of you looked curiously toward Mrs. Phelps.

"Well....he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." She said and you had to stop the urge of slamming your head on the wall with frustration.

"That will be all, Ma'am." Dean said and you guys stood up to make your way out of the house.

"It goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam said as you guys made your way toward the impala.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer, is not exactly evil personified." Dean said and an idea struck in your mind.

"You guys know what we need to do? We need to get inside NTSB warehouse check out the wreckage." You suggested and both the boys stopped to look at you.

"Okay, but if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said.

"If your suggestion requires me to wear a skirt, it's not gonna happen." You stated coldly.

"We'll get you a pantsuit, don't worry." Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led you toward the car.

Dean drove to the nearest shop that rented suits, which was apparently know as 'Mort's for style.' 'what a weird name.' you thought.

The man inside took your measures and went inside to look for suits which could fit the three of you. Sam and Dean were already dressed in there suits, 'these Winchesters have some good genes' you thought checking out the brothers.

When you looked at Dean again you heart jumped to your throat. "Damn he looks like a snacc" you muttered under your breath and realized how sleazy it sounded.

"Here, it was really hard to find a suit to fit your feminine figure but after a lot of searching, I found this." He said and handed you a suit bag. "Go try it on." He smiled at you and you walked inside the trial room.

Ones you tried it on you were in love with it. The suit looked a lot more feminine than you thought it would. The fabric was lovely and you looked so cool in it. You put on your boots again and walked out of the trial room. The grin didn't leave your face. You guys quickly paid and walked out of the store.

"Man, I look like one of 'the blues brothers'." Dean complained.

"No you don't, you look like a seventh grader at his first dance." Sam said making you chuckle

Dean glared at his brother before saying "I hate this thing."

"Hey you want into that warehouse or not?" You asked and Dean got inside the car without another word.

"I feel like I'm one of the men in black. It's so cool." You gushed and got inside the car as well.

Dean pulled up in front of the NTSB warehouse and he took the lead as you guys walked inside you guys walked confidently up to the desk and flashed your badges. The security guard's eyes fixated on you as he was questioning your age but he let you in anyway. They buzzed the doors and let you in on the wreckage.

You saw as Dean took out a device from his pocket and stuck the car buds in his ear which made you raise an eyebrow.

"What is that?" Sam asked wording out the question you had in mind although you had an idea of what it was.

"It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, we know what an EMF meter is but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Sam said.

" 'cause that's what I made it out of. It's home made." Dean stated proudly

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said and the proud smile was immediately gone from Dean's face. You have to say though, intelligence was always something that turned you on.

Dean ran the EMF meter through the parts of the plane. You were walking beside him checking out the wreckage as well. The EMF started going crazy once he ran it over a broken door handle.

"Check out the emergency door handle." There was a yellow powdery stuff stuck on it. Dean scratched it with his fingernail before saying. "What is that stuff."

"Sulphur." You said and the boys looked at you with raised eyebrow. "What? I was a science student, I'm not sure though."

"Well, there's only one way to be sure." Sam said before taking out a knife and scraping it in a small forensic bag. Dean went to wipe his hand on your jacket but you glared at him so he wiped it on Sam's instead.

You heard multiple footsteps running toward the wreckage and you look at the boys and it seemed they heard it too.

"Looks like our partners are here." You ran out of the exit just as those people entered the hall. You peeked from behind the wall to see it was clear and then started walking toward the gate.

When you heard the alarm went off you quickly started running. It was too high for you, before you could say anything a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and helped you up, you looked down at Dean before latching on the locked gate and jumping on the other side.

"Wow, I could never do that in a skirt." You commented as the three of you ran to the Impala.

Dean immediately drove off to Jerry's office and gave him the powder you collected from the door handle. He put it under a microscope and started analyzing it. "Alex was right, this stuff is covered in sulfur." Jerry said and Dean turned to you with a proud smile on his face.

"You're sure?" You asked

"Take a look yourself." He said and you heard a man outside yelling and pounding at something. "If you fellas will excuse me I have an idiot to fire."

Dean walked over to where Jerry stood and took a look through the microscope. "Hmmm. There's not too many things that leave behind a sulphuric residue." Dean stated.

"Demonic possession?" You said.

"It'd explain how a mortal man would've the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean said.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Said Sam.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person but use them to take down an entire airplane?"

"You guys ever heard of something like this before." You asked looking at the boys

"Never." Dean replied and Sam shook his head.

You guys went back to the motel and pulled out every books and articles you had on demons. You and Dean were sitting side by side going through books while Sam was surfing through the internet.

Your thighs brushed together both of you could easily scoot away from each other but you didn't. You felt him sliding even closer to you, as if that was even possible. You snapped out of your thoughts when Sam started talking.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said resting his hand on your knee.

"Well, that's not exactly true. According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease. And this one causes plane crashes." When you finished once again the boys were looking at you with raised eyebrow.

"Ok I know I said I was a science student but I used to spend a lot of time with Bobby's books...........I didn't really have any friends." You said playing with your hair embarrassingly.

"Wow, you're a bigger nerd than Sam which I thought was impossible." Dean said getting up from the bed. "Ok, alright so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah and you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam said and Dean let out a laugh. "What?"

"I don't know, guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything just death and destruction for it's own sake. This is big. I wish dad was here." Dean said scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, me too." Sam replied and before you could say anything Dean's phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Hello?" "Hi Jerry. Wha....Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?.....where'd this happened?.... I'll try to ignore the irony in that... nothing Jerry, hang in there, alright? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean said before hanging up.

"Another crash?" You asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where?" Asked Sam.

"Nazareth."

When you guys pulled into Nazareth you saw black smoke coming out from the wreckage. Jerry was already there, collecting any evidence he could take from the plane crash. You guys followed him back to his office and he put a slide under the microscope before examining it. "more sulfur?" Dean asked, Jerry nodded. "Well, that's great. Alright, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."

"With all due respect to Chuck if that's the case, that would be the good news." Said Sam.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into the flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"40 minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked and you opened you mouth to answer him but Dean beat you to it and you have to say you were pretty impressed.

"It's biblical numerology. You know, Noah's ark, it rained for 40 days. The number means death." Dean explained to the completely clueless man standing on his right.

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly 40 minutes in" Sam said, you couldn't help but ask if there were any survivors and he said no.

"Not until now, at least not until flight 2485, for some reason." He said.

"On the cockpit voice recorder remember what the EVP said? No survivors, but there were seven survivors, so this demon or whatever, it's going after the survivors." You explained looking between all three men in the room.

"It's trying to finish the job." Said Dean , nodding his head.

You were sitting in the Impala using your skills to make phone calls to the survivors to find out if they had plans to fly again.

"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey and if you do plan to fly please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." You said in a extra sweet, high pitched, accented voice. The boys in the front seat cracked up as soon as you hung up the phone.

"You didn't really have to do the accent, you know?" Said Sam.

"Yeah I know but where's the fun in that. Ah well that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." You said and crossed off the names on the list.

"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Said Dean as he drove toward the airport.

"Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00 pm. It's her first night back in the job." Sam said.

"Ah that sounds like just our luck." Dean commented sarcastically.

"Dean, this is a five hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.

"Why don't you call Amanda again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam complained.

"Oh we'll make it." You mumbled before jumping over the seat and sliding down on the front seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean almost yelled.

"Dean, why don't you let me drive for a while." You asked sweetly.

"Yeah that's not gonna happen."

"Dean, trust me, I can take us there, an hour top." You said making his eyes widen.

"No way in hell you're doing that to my baby." He almost yelled again.

"Dean, it's time you trust me with your baby, if there's anything I can do better than killing monster and seducing men, this is it." You said.

"Dean give her the wheel." Sam backed you up and you smiled at him.

"Fine but I'm not sitting in the back." He huffed pulling the car to a side and getting out and Sam got to the back. As soon as you touched the steering wheel your insides melted. "God I miss my cherry." You whispered remembering your car as both the boys took their seats and fastened their seat belts.

"Ok, boys, sit tight, we are going for a joyride." You said with a grin and pushed the gas pedal reaching the top speed.

Like you promised, you got there in an hour, well 12 minutes more than an hour and you still had half an hour left. When the boys got out of the car, they looked like they were about to throw up.

"You are never driving ever again." Dean said and snatched away the car keys.

"Alex, we don't have extra lives on us, you know that right?" Sam commented.

All of you rushed inside looking for the departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes." Sam said.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean says looking around with a nervous look ok he face. You found a courtesy telephone and Dean picked it up immediately. "Hi, gate 13...I'm trying to contact an Amanda walker. She's a flight attendant on the flight, um... Flight 424." He said.

You and Sam leaned into Dean to hear what was going on the other side. "This is Amanda Walker." Came a girl's voice from the other side.

"Ms. Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James. Headfield from St. Francis memorial hospital. We have a Karen walker here." He lied through his teeth. "Nothing serious just a minor car accident but she was injured, so.."

"Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her."

"You what?" Dean asked and you backed away rolling your eyes. "Oh, well...there must be some mistake."

"Guilty as charged." He said after a few seconds letting out a fake chuckle. "He's really sorry." He said making you frown. "Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so... Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess. Really, it's pathetic......oh yeah. No. No, wait Amanda, Amanda!" Dean yelled and then slammed the phone down.

"Damn it, so close." Dean said pacing around.

"Alright, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." You said not realizing that you never even had a plan b.

"Now, just hold on a second." Dean protested.

"Dean, she's right, that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam explained to his brother.

"I know."

"Well, okay. Then we're getting on the plane, we need to find the demon and exorcise it. Now, we'll get the tickets you get whatever you can out of the car, whatever that'll make it through the security, meet us back here in five minutes." Sam said but Dean didn't move an inch. He looked terrified.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he shrugged. "No. Not really." He squeaked out.

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh.."

"Flying?" You completed his sentence.

"It's never really been an issue untill now." His voice was smaller than ever.

"You're joking right?" Sam exclaimed.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"Alright uh, she and I'll go." Sam said and you nodded along.

"What?"

"We'll do this one on our own." You said

"What are you, nuts? The plane is gonna crash. You said it yourself."

"Dean look, either you can come with us or we can do this on our own. I'm not seeing a third option here."

"Come on really?......man."

"You know what? Why don't you get the tickets, I'll stay with Dean." He nodded and went away and you turned toward the older Winchester. "You stay right here. I'll go grab the things." You commanded and took the keys from him before going back to the Impala. You gathered the things in a small duffle bag and went back inside to see Dean standing right where you left him, completely pale and slightly shaking.

You walked up to him, his eyes never left yours. "Dean, I need you to focus, buddy. Everything's gonna be alright, ok." You said grabbing both of his hands and he gave you a little nod.

"Now breath with me, slowly, breath in....breath out." You instructed and he tried his best to follow you and breath with you. "very good, now do it again. Breath in.....breath out."

'this is gonna be a hell of a flight...... Literally.'

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Part 3

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Angelina’s Best of January

It is a new year folks! WOW! I cannot believe I have been doing fic recs for a year already! You may notice this list is a little shorter than previous months. I have been doing a bit more writing and a little less reading, so bear with me.

So without further ado, here is this month’s list.

What I did this month:

The Grave of Resurrection (Jensen x OFC AU)

A Study In Love (Rob x Reader)

Streets of Fire (Dean x OFC)

The Convention Connection - Special Delivery (TCC Masterpost)

Small Battles (Jared x Friend!Reader)

Not Lost, Just Wayward (A Claire Novak Wayward Sisters story)

It’s Nail Polish, Dumb Ass

Night Ride (Jensen x Reader AU)

Angry Sex is a Funny Thing (Reader x your Winchester smut)

Mark My Words (Jensen x Reader)

Fluff

Black Ice @iwantthedean (Jensen x Reader AU)

Presidential Pilgrimage @revwinchester (Dean x Reader AU)

So Much More Than Perfect @imagineteamfreewill (Dean x Reader)

Forward @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader AU)

Imagine...Jensen on Date Night @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader AU)

The Right Song @evansrogerskitten (Dean x Reader)

Rob Drabble @katymacsupernatural (Rob x Reader)

Falling @acreativelydifferentlove (Jared x Reader AU)

Take Me Out To The Ballgame @katymacsupernatural (Dean x Reader)

A Whole New Heart @fictionalabyss (ZooKeeper!Dean x Reader AU)

Flangst

I’m All In @bringmesomepie56 (Jensen x Reader)

Catch Me @lipstickandwhiskey (Dean x Reader AU)

The Piano Tutor @acreativelydifferentlove (Jensen x Reader AU)

Take a Drunk Girl Home @natasha-cole (Rob x Reader)

I Hate Love Songs @natasha-cole (Rob x Reader)

What Makes Him Sam @oneshoeshort (Sam x Reader)

By The Moonlight @docharleythegeekqueen (Dean x Reader AU/ABO)

Reunited @blacktithe7 (Sister!Winchester Reader, Sam, Dean)

Learning to Fly @crispychrissy (Cas x Reader)

Not Interested @natasha-cole (Rob x Reader)

Six Weeks @just-another-busy-fangirl (Dean x Reader)

Smut

Not ‘Til I Say @saxxxology (Sam x Reader ABO)

Want or Need @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (Jensen x Reader)

There is Always Plan B @impalasutra (Sam x Reader)

Games @jelly-beans-and-gstrings (Rob x Reader)

She’s Mine @maximumkillshot (Dean x Reader ABO)

Strip @kathaswings (Dean x Reader)

Lunch Break @supernatural-jackles (Jensen x Reader)

Doing More Than Dishes @wi-deangirl77 (Dean x Reader)

You Ruin Me @natasha-cole (Rob x Reader)

Harmonizing @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms (Rob x ME)

Locked In @acreativelydifferentlove (Dean x Reader)

Sam’s Was Right @just-another-busy-fangirl (Dean x Donna ABO)

To Feel Your Love @bringmesomepie56 (Jensen x Reader)

Angst

If I’m Being Honest @aingealcethlenn (Dean x Reader)

Judge, Jury and Executioner @lipstickandwhiskey (Sam x Reader ABO)

Smangst

Those Three Words @supernatural-jackles (Dean x Reader)

Crashed Cars and Moonlight @hannahindie (Dean x Reader)

Just Me @crispychrissy (Dean x reader ABO)

General (as always please read warnings)

Fledgling Furor @crispychrissy (Angel!Reader, no pairing)

Valentwins @crispychrissy (Dean x Reader/OFC - you’ll see)

‘67 Chevy @hannahindie (Dean x Baby)

Series (most likely a lethal combination of smut, fluff and angst - HEED THE WARNINGS - links will be to the series master list unless noted) I know I have a problem and am following way too many!

The Division @iwantthedean (Dean x OFC Finley)

Forward @blacktithe7 Jensen x Reader

Coalescence @crispychrissy (Sam x Reader) COMPLETE

Findings @kathaswings (no pairing)

Through Your Eyes @trexrambling (Dean x Reader)

Heart of a Hunter Act III (entire list here) @muchamusedaboutnothing (Dean x Reader)

Undeniable Heat @katymacsupernatural (Jensen x Reader)

Since I’ve Been Loving You @luci-in-trenchcoats collaboration (Cop!Dean x reader AU)

Ties That Bind @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Cop!Dean x Reader AU)

Our Little Secret @sis-tafics (Dean x Reader) COMPLETE

Define Justice @crispychrissy (Sam x Reader x Ruby) COMPLETE

Living Two Lives @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms (Sister!Winchester Reader) COMPLETE

Tic Tac Toe @percywinchester27 (Sam x Reader AU)

Blank Space @iwantthedean (Sam x Reader)

Behind Closed Doors @becs-bunker (Janneel x Reader)

Sanity is Relative @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms & @uttertrash–butlikecutetrash (no pairing)

Hotel California @katymacsupernatural (Dean x Reader)

The Path Taken @mysupernaturalfics (Jensen x Reader)

From Con to Con (pt 1) @nerdyforyourbooks (Rob x Reader)

Emergency Services @mysupernaturalfics (Dean x Reader AU)

Falling (pt 1) @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader)

That’s What Friends Are For (pt 1) @natasha-cole (Rob x Reader)

Whatever It Takes (pt 1) @winchesterprincessbride (Dean x Reader ABO AU)

Black Butterflies and Deja Vu @iwriteaboutdean (Jensen x Reader AU)

Becoming a Father Overnight @super100012 (Jared x Daughter!Reader) COMPLETE

Pulse @saxxxology (Sam x Reader AU)

Hunters Academy (Intro) @arazialotis (Dean x Reader)

Dazed and Confused @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader AU)

Revisiting The Past (pt 1) @katymacsupernatural (Dean x OFC Briana)

Meet The Ackles (link to pt 1) @karlee-fay-my-wayward-son (Jensen x Reader)

Mirroring Souls @chelsea072498 (Dean x OFC Lila)

Love Is In The Air @katymacsupernatural (Jared x Reader AU)

Fantasies Become Reality @acreativelydifferentlove (Dean x Reader)

What Should Have Been @georgialouisea (Dean x Reader)

Thick Thighs Save Lives @anotherwaywardsister (Dean x Reader)

Better Than Me @anotherwaywardsister (Dean x Reader, sam x Reader)

The History of Us @mysupernaturalfics (Cas x Reader x Dean AU)

Dean Winchester and the Sword of Angels @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Dean x Reader AU)

The Sullivan Series @getyourrocksalt (Dean x OFC)

Our College Years @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Jensen x Reader AU)

Break A Little @sis-tafics (Dean x Reader ABO) IT’S BACK!!

You saved Me @impalaimagining (Jared x Reader)

January Spotlight

Be Me @the-real-wayward-writing (Rob x Reader) - This is the single greatest love story I have ever read. It is well written and composed. I know Rob isn’t for everyone, but regardless, everyone does love a love story, right?

Before You Go @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader AU) - This woman, this gem, has me so emotional when I read her stuff. This little ditty is so brilliantly beautiful, that I do not have sufficient words to explain it. Read it. You are welcome.

365 Days @natasha-cole (Rob x Reader) - This is literally the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed. Like go to the dentist, get a new toothbrush and a shit load of mouthwash, fluff. And I loved every single word. May this happen to at least ONE of you beautiful people!

#angelina's fic recs #angelina reads a lot #fic recs

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Natural Minds Bunkered

A Crossover Fan-fiction

Featuring: Spencer Reid and Dean Winchester Setting: Season 9 (both shows)

After “I’m No Angel” in Supernatural and “Route 66″ in Criminal Minds

A/N: Another follower celebration crossover! This is the third installment of my boys teaming up. You can read where they Meet and when they Chat. I am so sorry that this took so long, but it will be followed up shortly when I hit 400. xoxoxo Stu

Dr. Spencer Reid knew he shouldn’t be taking a day off while Hotch was on the mend. But everyone had to go to the dentist and other doctors sooner or later. He left his physical and checked his phone. Four missed calls from Garcia, he hit the call back button without a second thought.

“Boy Wonder, there is a case that has been brought to our attention. Victims in multiple states, cause of death is super icky and the unsub or unsubs are speeding up.”

“Alright, Garcia, I hear you, do you need me back to meet the team?” Spencer liked the break, but he felt most useful while part of the BAU.

“That’s just it, I think there are locals on it, according to the detective I spoke to.” Garcia’s voice was building up to something.

“Well, let me know when they call us in then?” Spencer didn’t know why she was calling him before they were cleared to aid in the investigation.

“You see, well, when I asked for the agent on the case. I got the name Dean Thorogood. Reid, there is no Agent Thorogood in any of our databases.”

“Did the locals give you a description?” Spencer’s mind floated back to a diner and a pair of surly hunters.

“Yeah, and, if you don’t mind me asking. Why is your gambling buddy pretending to be a federal agent. I mean, he can swing it, but I just want to make sure the big bads are stopped, you know?”

“Thank you for calling me Garcia, especially before alerting Hotch and the team.” Spencer checked that his Go-bag was in his trunk. “Can you ping Dean’s phone for me? So I can catch up with him before he gets in the unsub’s path?”

“Reid, you know I want to help, but after this, I’m out. I can’t be breaking laws. You know for not work related things, it is against my arrangement.” Garcia was typing away, but the worry coated her words.

Spencer nodded and sighed. “I know Garcia, you’ve already done so much. Thank you for your discretion.”

“Be safe, my smart one.”

Dean knew he would always do whatever he could to save Sam. He had turned Castiel away to ensure that the angel internally healing his little brother, Ezekiel, would continue with the arrangement. Doing so tore a hole further into his deeply scarred heart. Castiel was his best friend, he was the only being he loved almost as much as he loved Sam. But that was it, almost. Dean had made his choice, protecting Zeke and therefore Sam. Now that Cas was human, he felt the raw emotions that came with the dismissal. Dean just couldn’t dwell on that. So he coped how he always had, he drank and he hunted.

Spencer didn’t want to drive to Kansas if he could help it, but Dean wasn’t answering his phone. Spencer didn’t take it personally considering the last time he had badgered Dean with phone calls the motive was completely selfish. Luckily, he had some airline miles to utilize so he saved himself fifteen hours in the car. He secured a rental car and headed out into the plains, towards Lebanon.

Sam was recovering; he was energetic and exercising again. His moods were damn near enthusiastic. Dean tried not to get his hopes up, because if Zeke and Sam were ready to separate, the angel would let him know. Right? Dean knew most angels were dicks. Castiel had proven himself countless times, but no other angel had given much thought to humans. Except for Anna, but she was gone.

Dean needed Zeke and therefore this tenuous arrangement had been formed. He didn’t like it, but saving Sam was his job. Since he was five years old this was the soul purpose to his life: Dean looked after his brother. While Sam was out on his morning run, Dean rolled over in his bed and tried to focus on the screen’s clock. 7:42am, why was the skinny Fed calling this time? Dean ignored the call, falling back into a mind-numbing sleep.

Spencer pounded on the dense steal door with the side of his fist. Dean wasn’t answering and he wasn’t sure where they entered their underground garage from the street. The autumn air was crisp and clean compared to the Capital. Spencer waited for seven minutes and forty three seconds before the grating of the lock pierced the quiet morning. Dean opened the door a crack, his sleep mussed hair and hooded eyes clear indicators of the hangover he battled.

Spencer’s doe eyes waited while the hunter grunted a greeting and let him inside. The bunker was nearly identical to how Spencer remembered it. Though there were more bottles strewn about the large research tables than in May. Dean ambled down the old stairs and plopped into one of the many scattered chairs. “So what is it this time, Doc?” Dean didn’t even look at his guest, he just closed his eyes in exhaustion.

“You tell me, Dean. Garcia has you as lead agent in a string of gruesome deaths throughout the Midwest.” Spencer was excitable and growing impatient with the grouchy man.

“Oh, yeah, well. I can’t say that they are over, but they didn’t get their target.” Dean muttered his admission and kicked his heels onto the table.

“People died, Dean. Why don’t you let the professionals handle the serial killers?” Spencer’s voice was forceful. “Can you tell me anything about the unsubs that can help my team?”

“Spencer, look man, I wish I could. But unless your “team” is prepared to fight the host of heaven. I am not bringing them into this.” Dean’s eyes were wide now.

“Angels? Angels are killing people?” Spencer’s clever mind was balancing the possibilities with the one angel he had met before. “Was it him? Castiel?”

“No, it wasn’t Cas. It was a whole lot of dicks who were after Cas though.” Dean’s mouth pouted, his hands clasped in his lap. Then Sam huffed in, removing the ear buds from his head.

“Hey, Dean didn’t say anything about you stopping by...” The taller man’s eyes were wary of the FBI agent. They were both in much worse shape when they first met. Spencer shrugged and gave a short wave to Dean’s brother.

“So if any other victims show up internally liquefied; I am to assume it was Angels?”

“Pretty much.” Dean stood, lazily. “The real FBI got wind of the ass hats tailing Cas.” Sam nodded, watching the exchange between Spencer and Dean.

Spencer had found his way into the bunker kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. He felt oddly comfortable rifling through the Winchester’s cabinets for sugar and mugs. Keeping busy was better than waiting for Dean to get over his hangover and whatever he was hiding from everyone else. Spencer might not be a macho tough guy hunter like Dean and Sam, but he could profile the emotional stress off of them quicker than Dean could make a nerd joke.

Their fridge was filled with beer and take out containers. The cabinets had a decent amount of instant macaroni and cheese and ramen noodles, bachelor essentials it appeared. Out of nowhere a sleep deprived Asian kid slumped in and headed toward the coffeemaker. It was still brewing so he just stood there and stared at it, in what Spencer assumed was a drug induced stupor.

“Hello? I’m, uh, well, not friends exactly. I know Dean. My name is Reid, Dr. Spencer Reid from the, uh, actual FBI.” Spencer’s quiet voice didn’t garner any reaction from the young man, barely older than a teenager. “Hey, man, are you alright?”

Kevin grunted an acknowledgement of Spencer’s introduction. Sam strolled in, hair wet from the shower. “I see you found Kevin and that Kevin found the coffee?”

“This is Kevin Tran?” Spencer understood immediately, this guy had been predestined with prophetic powers. According to Dean, it was a miserable fate that wasn’t fortune telling as much it was a translating endeavor. Words emerged in mumbles from the sleep deprived man’s mouth in multiple ancient tongues. Kevin, barely upright at the aged kitchen counter, fell asleep standing. Once the pot finished brewing the shrill beeping broke him from his trance.

“Thanks, Garth.” Kevin muttered indignantly.

“Kevin?” Sam’s deep voice beckoned to the prophet. “Kevin, this is Spencer Reid, man.”

Spencer continued to watch the exchange quietly, waving slightly at the gifted young man with curiosity flashing in his chocolate eyes.

“Wait, didn’t you go to Cal Tech?”

“You’ve heard of me?” Spencer was surprised, but past unsubs knew of him as well.

“Dean talks about you. He said if it wasn’t for the angel-dicks I could have had a future like you got.” Kevin seemed slightly angry, but wariness was more forthcoming. “Do you really have three PhD’s?”

“Yeah, uh, yes, I do.” Spencer admitted.

“How are you at dead languages?” Kevin’s features were nearly transformed, a spark spreading through his desolate form.

And so Spencer Reid spent the day working with Kevin Tran in the abandoned bunker of the annihilated Men of Letters translating the Angel Tablet. Deciphering the word of the Judaeo-Christian God.

Dean Winchester spent the day nursing a hangover and praying that their prophet didn’t catch a glimpse of the angel hiding inside his brother. And that the Fed didn’t notice the King of Hell locked in the dungeon.

“It’s a hexagonal cypher. We know four of the languages, but I cannot fathom what the other two could be.” Spencer rubbed his eyes, it was closing a midnight. Kevin grunted and pinned another note to his stack of post its along the old drafting table. Sam had helped for awhile, grabbing lore books or grabbing more caffeine. After six hours of attempted conversation, the younger Winchester gave up and let the true geniuses work.

Dean was finally coherent, he had taunted Crowley in secret earlier and felt rather smug about it. He was checking news sites and avoiding the other inhabitants of his hideaway all together.

“Hey.” Sam approached, rolling up the sleeves to his flannel.

“Hey.” Dean retorted under his breath. “There something going on in Memphis, but right now its low-level neighborhood watch stuff. Should keep an eye on it.”

“K, but do you think we should go out on a hunt? Now? I feel good, but we can’t leave Kevin, especially alone with Crowley.” Sam supposed.

“Does the geek know he’s here?”

“I don’t know, man. But eventually he will and we both know that Spencer likes answers.”

“That’s tomorrow’s problem then, right now we deal with what we have in our laps.”

“Sure.” Sam’s brows arched, and then his face froze. The angel known as Ezekiel began speaking. “Much like the angel, Castiel, I do not feel safe with this prophet and agent here.”

“Zeke? I’m doing everything I can to keep you hidden. But there is no way I am kicking them out when their minds could crack this thing.”

“Is it wise to bring such evil into your home, Dean? Or are you so unaffected by the lengths you mess with the higher beings?”

“Higher beings? Zeke, you’re doing me a favor, so I’m not going to directly insult you. But Angels and Demons are all in the same category in my head these days, in the bag labeled Dicks.”

Just then Spencer made his way back into the central part of the bunker near the reference shelves.

“Dean? I’m really sorry, but I just got a case. I have to head to Tennessee to meet with my team.” Spencer was tucking his phone back into his pocket.

“You driving or flying, Doc?” Dean side-eyed Sam’s body, ensuring that the hiding angel went back to his room.

“Garcia already booked me a flight from Topeka. I’m heading out now.”

“Thanks, Spencer, Kevin really needed someone like you on this.” Sam was back, his voice genuine.

Spencer lips frogged and nodded, slipping his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“I guess, see you later?” Spencer waved.

“Not if we see you first...” Dean muttered, spinning the laptop to show Sam the breaking news. The brothers shared a weathered nod of agreement. They had a case too.

To Be Continued...

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Looking Like the Part (Phantom Traveler S1, Ep4, Pt2)

Supernatural Season 1, Episode 4, Part 2 Warnings: None Words: 2,041

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You were at a Psychiatric Hospital, the brother’s walked in front of you with Max between them. He walked with a cane as he looked at the two brothers before glancing over his shoulder to look at you. “I don't understand.” He said with confusion. “I already spoke with Homeland Security.” “Right.” Dean said, nodding a bit. “Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions…” “Did you notice anything unusual?” You ask, stepping forward. “Before the plane went down.” “Like what?” He narrows his eyes. “Strange lights, weird noises, maybe, voices.” Dean says. “No, nothing.” Max replied, you sighed and squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before snapping them open. “You checked yourself in here, correct?” You say, Max nods. “May I ask why?” He pressed his lips together. “I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash.” “Yeah, right. And that's was scared you? That’s what you’re afraid of?” You say. “I...I don't want to talk about this anymore.” He says, beginning to walk away. “Mr. Jaffey” You say, stopping him with your tone. “I think you might have saw something up there in the plane. We need to know what you saw.” He turned around and bit his lip before shaking his head. “No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things.” “He was seeing things.” Dean scoffs. “It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please.” Sam says, Max sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “There was...this—man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him…” He shook his head a little, you raise an eyebrow. “He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right?” He looks between the three of you frantically. “I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.” “This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?” Sam asked, Max looked at him like he was the crazy one. “What are you, nuts?” Max said, You and Sam tilted your head to the side “He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.” *** “So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C.” Sam said as Dean parked the car in front of a house. You leaned forward and looked at the one story house through the windshield. It looked peaceful, flowers were growing the in yard and the neighborhood looked friendly. “Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are.” Dean said as the three of you exited the car. “Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight.” “Not if you’re human.” You say as you approached the door. “Maybe George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form.” “Does that look like a creature's lair to you?” Dean asked, he gestured to the house. It looked normal. *** Dean, Sam, and you sat on the couch across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam was observing a photograph that he held as you quietly sipped some tea the lady offered you. Dean leaned forward as Sam asked a question. “This is your late husband?” He showed the picture to Mrs. Phelps, she nods. “Yes, that was my George.” She said, you swallowed the liquid and set your cup down on the coffee table. “Dentist?” You ask “You said he was one.” “Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that…” She sniffles and grabs a tissue from the box next to her. “How long were you married?” Sam asked as she blew her nose into the tissue. “Thirteen years.” She said. “Did you notice anything weird during your marriage?” You ask “Anything strange, unusual?” Mrs. Phelps glances down at her lap in thought while she swallowed and looked back up at each of you. “Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.” She said, for a moment you had hope that you were going to get something, but now it’s gone. *** You exit Mrs. Phelps house after thanking her for her time and showing yourself to the door with the brothers behind you. You walked towards the Impala as Sam spoke. “I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.” “A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified.” Dean says “What we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse to check out the wreckage.” You say as Dean unlocks the Impala. “But to do that...we’re going to need to look the part.” *** You didn’t like heels, You didn’t like dresses, you just don’t like feeling girly in general. So when you entered a store a couple of building over from where Sam and Dean went, you had anxiety at the choices of dresses and shoes they had. As a child growing up in hunting, you didn’t have many opportunities to feel like a girl, especially with the weapons John taught you how to use. You grew up with two boys and a father figure, there was no mother in the picture. No women to teach you how to sit properly or do your hair in a french braid. Dean did teach you how to do your hair eventually though, well, it was more of like he made out with a girl and he watched her do your hair. You were ten at the time. Your eyes scanned the dresses and skirts on the racks and the shoes on the shelves. “Do you need help?” A blond haired girl with bright green eyes smiled at you as she wore the stores uniform of bright colors. You swallowed as you glanced back at the variety of clothing. “I do actually.” You nod and lick your dry lips. “I’m a little overwhelmed with the choices.” God this feels like you’re back at the age of twelve and trying to find a bra with Dean and some random girl he was hooking up with at the time. John was always too busy to hang out with you and the brothers. “Don’t be!” The clerk said as she lead you over to the dresses. “Are you a dress person or skirt?” You looked at the colorful dresses that were made for dates and spring despite it being November. Your eyes trailed to the skirts, they were longer than most of the dresses and you could probably get a blouse to match. A skirt might make you feel more comfortable than a dress. It was closer to jeans. “Skirt.” You say as you walked over to the skirts, the clerk followed you. “Professional, casual, what’s your poison?” She asked, some of the skirts were mid thigh, others were down to your ankles. “Professional.” You say, you put on a smile to make the story you're selling more believable. “Job interview today.” She lead you to a knee length section. “Where at?” She smiled at you as she shuffled through a couple of racks. Answer quickly and casually Y/n, you can do this. You’re basically a professional liar in this job. “Police department.” You said, “I’m aiming for a secretary job.” *** You were wearing a nude colored pencil skirt with a white long sleeve button down shirt and black two inch heels as you walked out of the store with you normal clothes in a bag and down the sidewalk, back to the car. Sam and Dean walked out of the clothing store as you arrived at the car. “Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.” Dean said with a grin as he approached you with his brother next to him. “No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance.” Sam said, Dean looked down at his outfit before sighing. “I hate this thing.” He said, you shook your head as you laughed a bit. You reached up and adjusted Sam’s tie and collar. “You look fine, both of you.” You reassured with a smile, Dean looked you up and down as a smile spread across his face. “Hey” You snap your fingers and pointed at your eyes as Dean’s head snapped up and looked at you. “My eyes are up here, dork.” He swallows and unlocks the car, entering it. *** After showing your ID to a bodyguard and entered the warehouse, you were walking among the wrecking with the Winchesters. You watched Dean as he took out a device and put earbuds into his ears. “What is that?” Sam asked, pointed at the small rectangle box in Dean’s hands. “It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies.” You say as Dean walks closer to the wreckage. “Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?” Sam says, you scoff and cross your arms. “'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.” Dean jumps into the conversation and grins at his brother. “With the help of y/n.” “Yeah, I can see that.” Sam says, the grin disappeared off of Dean’s face as he ran the EMF meter over a piece of wreckage. “Check out the emergency door handle.” Dean said, you walk over to him with Sam besides you. Yellow dust was on the door, you reached out and scratched it. “What is this?” You say, looking at the yellow dust on your hand. “One way to find out.” Sam says as he takes out a rag from his pocket and scrapes some onto the fabric before putting it in his bag. Dean looks at Sam and you at the sound of footsteps coming towards you from the hall you came through. “Time to go.” You say as you head in the opposite direction, you and the boys peek around a corner before walking out casually. Moments afterwards, an alarm blares, red lights flash from the alarms on the ceiling as you and the brothers ran towards a wired fence. Dean quickly takes off his suit jacket and throws it onto the barbed wire on top of the fence. You gulp at you look at the wires and the heels you were wearing. “I got you.” Sam says, he links his fingers together as a step. “Thanks Sam.” You say, using his shoulder for balance as you step onto his hand and he helps you climb onto the fence. Once you reached the top, you jumped with Sam and Dean following behind. Your ankles stung as you stumbled, damn heels. Dean held his jacket in his hand as he grinned. “Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.” He says, you roll your eyes and followed the boys as they ran away from the warehouse. *** Jerry was looking into a microscope at the yellow dust that Sam collected from the emergency door. You leaned against a desk in his office as you and the Winchester’s waited for the results. “Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur.” Jerry said, looking away from the microscope. You raised your eyebrow. “Positive?” You ask, Jerry gestured to the scope. “Take a look for yourself.” He said before a loud banging noise came from downstairs. “If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.” Jerry mumbled with a reassuring smile as he exited the office. Dean walked over to the scope and looked into it. “Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue.” Dean said, you nod. “Demonic possession?” You and Sam asked in sync, Dean took a moment to respond. “It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch.” He replied. “If the guy was possessed, it's possible.” You say, tilting your head to the side in thought. “This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?” Dean shook his head a little. “You ever heard of something like this before?” Sam asked, you shook your head. “Never.”

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Phantom Traveler- Part 2

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,114

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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Part One

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hi, we’re here to see Max Jaffey. We have some questions for him.” You held up your badge and the woman sitting behind the desk smiled and nodded.

“Right, follow me and I will lead you to him.” You and the Winchesters followed her through some doors and made some turns but finally stopped when coming to a glass sliding door, facing a garden where you saw about a dozen patients hanging out.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Sam smiled at the woman.

“No problem.” You opened the door and walked outside, immediately zeroing in on Max. He was walking with a cane.

“Mr. Jaffey?” You asked as you walked closer to him. You caught his attention and he looked at you then back at Sam and Dean who were unusually quiet. “We’re with Homeland Security and we would like to ask you a few questions about Flight 2485.”

“I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security.” He said confused.

“Right, some new information has come up. So, if you could just answer a couple questions...” Dean asked. With a nod from Max, Sam spoke up.

“Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything... unusual?”

“Like what?” You knew he knew something but it was your job to figure it out.

“Strange lights, weird noises, maybe, voices.” Dean said.

“No, nothing.” You knew that was a lie because he checked himself in here for a reason.

“Mr. Jaffey, you check yourself in here, correct?” You asked him. Max nodded but looked a little nervous. “May I ask why?”

“I was a little stressed; I survived a plane crash.” Max shrugged.

“Uh huh, and that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?” Dean leaned in a bit.

“I... I don't want to talk about this anymore.” Max was getting nervous and when people got nervous, they hid things.

“Mr. Jaffey, please. The other people may not have believed you but that doesn’t mean we will. I promise that whatever you tell us, we won’t think you’re crazy.” You said in a soft voice. You didn’t want to intimidate him.

“There was... this—man and, uh, he had these... eyes—these, uh... black eyes and I saw him—or I thought I saw him...” Max stuttered and tried to piece the puzzle in his brain.

“What?” Dean asked.

“He opened the emergency exit. But that's... that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.” You furrowed your brows together and looked at Sam who looked at Dean.

“This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?” Sam asked Max carefully.

“What are you, nuts?” Max scoffed. You rolled your eyes softly and looked away. “He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.” You nodded and looked at Dean.

“Well, I appreciate you taking them time to talk to us but I think it’s time to go.” You knew that if the conversation went on, nothing good would come out of it; just wasted time and you needed that time for other people.

“Sure, no problem.” Max said, watching the three of you walk away. With a smile, you passed by the woman at the front desk and outside where the guards were. You gave them a polite smile and got into the Impala, Sam and Dean fresh on your tail.

“Okay, next person?” Dean sighed.

“George Phelps, well his wife. His house was the next town over near Copy Jack.” You said from the backseat. Dean nodded, staring his beloved car and driving off to where he thought you meant. He thought correctly because the address he pulled up as was the address on your paper.

“Hmm, man, I don't care how strong you are,” Dean started to say as you got out of the car with them. “Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight.”

“Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form.” Sam replied with. Maybe this is a demon. I’ve hunted them before with John and Dean. You didn’t say that out loud, thinking it was best to keep your mouth shut.

“Does that look like a creature's lair to you?” Dean scoffed, point to the perfectly, ordinary house. You shrugged and walked up the steps to the front door and knocked. A woman, presumably Mrs. Phelps, answered the door with a confused look.

“Hi, Mrs. Phelps, we are from Homeland Security and we’d like to ask you a couple of questions.” You held up your badge, Sam and Dean doing the same.

“Oh, um, sure, come on in.” She opened the door wider and walked further into her house, expecting you to follow her. You did and ended up in her living room, sitting on stiff chairs, listening to her speak.

“This is your late husband?” Sam asked, looking at a picture of a middle-aged man.

“Yes, that was my George.” Mrs. Phelps sniffled.

“You said he was a dentist?” Dean asked, looking at her.

“Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver,” There was a pause before she spoke again. “Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that...” She looked like she was about to cry and you knew that you should be the one to talk to her. You were always empathetic. Maybe that was why you had nightmares about monsters for so long when it never happened to Dean.

“How long were you married?” You asked.

“13 years.” She sighed sadly.

“In all that time, did you ever notice anything... strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?” You bit your lip. Mrs. Phelps looked as if she might have something and you looked hopeful for a moment but then she spoke.

“Well... uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.” You nodded and looked at Dean and Sam who got up.

“Thank you for your time. If you have any more information that might pop up, please let us know.” You wrote your number down and left her house, sighing.

“Well, that was a bust.”

“I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.” Sam scratched his jaw.

“A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage.” Dean declared.

“Oh, boys, if we have to act the part, we need to look the part. The Government won’t take us seriously if we look like this. Time to play dress up.” You giggled, ignoring Dean’s groans and got in the car.

“We passed some stores on the way here and I think they had some suits there.” Sam stated. Dean started the car with a huff but drove off without a word. He parked fairly close to the stores and you got out, looking at the Winchesters.

“Okay, you guys go get suited up and I’ll manage to find something for myself.” You left them without another word, finding a store that had a good selection on professional clothing. It took some time but you bought a grey pencil skirt with a white button up shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror and threw your hair back, thinking it looked better like that. You purchased some nude pumps and you knew your outfit was complete.

You walked out to the car but didn’t see the boys there. They were probably still in the shop, getting fitted. If there were women inside, it would take a while because you have to admit, they’ve got great bodies. You held the bag that contained your clothes and reached inside the car to put them in the backseat. The car was a low car and so you had to bend down a lot to get it in there.

“Holy shit.” You heard a familiar voice say. You got up and turned towards the boys who were finally done.

“Damn, Winchesters, you clean up nicely.” You smiled and walked to them, taking your time.

“You look amazing.” Dean complimented you.

“Thank you,” You reached up and fixed Sam’s collar for him. “But I always look like this. You’re just too busy to notice.” You smiled at Sam and moved over to Dean, fixing his tie that got a little messy, due to him moving around a lot.

“Oh, I notice.” Dean flirted with you. You blushed slightly. This was how it always went with you two. You two would flirt with each other but nothing would ever happen because you were afraid to admit your feelings to one another.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” You walked back to the car and got inside, all three of you trying to get comfortable in the tight clothing. Once Dean was comfortable, he started the car and checked to make sure it was safe before pulling into traffic. The time it took to get to the warehouse was nothing and soon you were showing IDs to the guards who let you in without a second thought.

Dean reached into his suit and pulled out his EMF radar and plugged in headphones to listen to it privately.

“What is that?” Sam looked at his brother, scrunching his face up.

“It’s an EMF meter. Read electromagnetic frequencies.” Dean stated.

“Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Because that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.” Dean grinned, like it was an accomplishment.

“I helped.” You giggled quietly.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Sam said unimpressed. Dean’s grin faltered and you rolled your eyes.

“Guys, we don’t have much time to do this.” Dean nodded, walking around and looked at the wreckage. He was waving his EMF meter over everything but when he came to the door handle, it went off like crazy.

“Check out the door handle.” He said, putting away his device. The door handle had some sort of yellow substance on it so the logical thing to do is scratch at it and smell it; which he did.

“What is it?” You asked from behind them.

“One way to find out.” Sam took out a switch blade and scraped some of the yellow dust into a plastic bag. You heard shouting come into hearing distance and your eyes widened.

“Guys, we have to move, now.” You and the boys rushed as fast as you could through a door to which you didn’t enter from. As soon as you shut the door, you heard guys yelling from the room in which you were just in. You ran with the boys and hid behind a building when you thought it was safe.

You peeked around the corner and saw a tall fence with barbed wire on top. You and the brothers started walking casually as if nothing happened but when an alarm started blaring, that is when you guys booked it. You rushed to the gate, not knowing how you would get over but Dean was way ahead of you. He threw his suit jacket over the top and held out his hands.

“Get on, sweetheart. I’ll help you over.” You didn’t want to argue so you stepped into his laced hands and he heaved you over. You used his jacket to soften your blow at the top and you threw your heels off, jumping to the ground. You wined at the pain but grabbed your shoes and looked at Sam and Dean. Dean climbed over after you and grabbed his jacket.

“Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.” Dean smirked. Sam shook his head and did the exact same thing. You ran off to the car, getting in and driving off without a second glance to the place. At least you got what you wanted. You put your foot down on the floor of the car but winched when pain shot up your leg.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

“Yeah, I think I sprained my ankle. Remind me to never jump from fences without shoes on.” You sighed, rubbing your ankle which seemed to ease the pain a bit.

“Yeah why did you take them off?” Sam asked. Sometimes, men could be so clueless.

“You honestly expect me to jump that high off a fence and onto these?” You held up the heels and he shook his head. “That’s what I thought.”

Part Three

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