#exception: flirting with someone in front of cas so cas gets territorial

[monstermoviedean]

love that we're all like yeah dean is mr. monogamy

[elsanna-shenanigans]

December Contest Submission #6: The First Element

words: ca. 3100 setting: AU lemon: no cw: action violence

Anna checked the map once more to assure herself that she had the right location. No one ventured north of the city limits. Not when how industrial Arendelle became after the industrial revolution came almost a century ago. Many were so enamored by the new technology that those of old quickly fell into obscurity. Should she get lost, there was a good chance that she could end up stranded.

Furthermore, for a mercenary like her, no one would even miss her presence. Except for her brother, Kristoff, that is. This is why she is so thankful he taught her all of his ‘wilderness knowledge,’ as he calls it. It made the trek into the North Mountain simpler and less terrifying.

’It should be up just ahead,’ Anna thought. She folded the map and continued upwards. The crunch of the snow sounded with each step of Anna’s heavy boots. The mountain spared no visibility. The infamous fog that hid the top of the mountain stayed no matter what time of the year. The stories always varied as to why the mist appeared. Anna’s personal favorite consisted of lovers who escaped to create their kingdom. One filled with love and light. Either any are right, she thanks whoever came before her put up some kind of markers. It made pathing the way a whole lot easier.

What Anna didn’t expect, after rounding a corner, was a sight to behold. It seemed as she crossed some sort of barrier as the fog that plagued most of the trip completely disappeared in front of her. The sun began to set, and the whole sight took her breath away. Right at the top of the mountain laid a magnificent, beautifully constructed ice palace. The beams of light perfectly highlighted the intricate detail of the ice. Making the entire palace look like a fiery glowing ember. Kristoff would definitely be in tears if he were here. Anna should have brought a camera.

Anna made her way to the base of the staircase. She placed one foot and slowly began to ascend the steps. As she reached the top, she raised her hand but stopped before her knuckles connected with the door.

‘Wait. What am I doing? I don’t need to knock,’ Anna placed both her hands on the door and pushed forward. The doors slowly opened. If Anna thought the outside was gorgeous, it had nothing on the inside.

Anna looked around the palace. While the historic Arendelle castle never ceased to amaze Anna whenever she entered for the yearly tours, the ice palace came a remarkably close second. The frozen fountain in the center of the foyer to the perfect giant chandelier hanging up above. Though Anna wanted to explore the ice palace further, she did have a task to do. With a disappointed sigh, Anna proceeded to shed some layers for easier traversal within the palace. She placed her bag hidden in a corner and headed to the stairway leading further into the palace. She holstered her gun safety.

As she climbed the stairs, Anna could feel a strange sensation of familiarity. Not exactly a warm feeling. More like one of desperation. Maybe someone in her past life walked up these very steps. Considering Arendelle’s somewhat mysterious history, perhaps some of the legends about the North Mountain are true. She doubted most of them were real, but Anna at least needed one of them to be authentic. Otherwise, this whole trip would have been a waste of time.

Luckily, what Anna wanted to search for laid right smack in the middle of the top floor.

“Thank fuck!” Anna cried out in relief. Step one of her task was completed. Now she needed to figure out a way to get it out of here.

Anna carefully surveyed her surroundings. It didn’t seem like the area was booby-trapped—no odd indentation in the floor or walls or any security of any kind around the pedestal. Anna slowly and methodically moved across the floor. She held her breath with each step she took. She slipped a couple of times, but she still managed to make it to the pedestal without any issue. The palace hasn’t collapsed, so she took it as a good sign.

Anna studied what laid inside the glass enclosure. At least she assumed it was glass. Inside contained some type of reptilian creature—a salamander, perhaps. And a crystalized one at that.

TAP. TAP.

Anna looked around. Nothing. Anna slowly placed her hands around the glass. With a deep breath, she lifted the object—still nothing. Anna wanted to cry out in victory. Surely it couldn’t be this easy.

As always, she spoke too soon.

Click.

“Well, if it isn’t the infamous Little Fox,” the voice behind her said in a troubling tone. Any other time Anna would certainly shiver in anticipation, but not when her entire life’s goal rested in the crystalized salamander. And most surely not with a gun pressed firmly against her head. Anna slowly lifted her hands, with one still holding the salamander.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Snow Queen,” Anna gently turned around. Her forehead now touched the barrel of the gun. “It’s Little Tiger.” The light refracted by the ice did wonders, to the always beautiful blond, in front of her even when she held the deadly weapon to Anna’s head.

“As I’ve told you before as well, it’s simply Elsa,” Anna smiled at Elsa.

“Once more wouldn’t hurt,” Anna’s smile faltered somewhat by the lack of reaction out of Elsa. Usually, she and Elsa would banter before matters got severe. Considering the circumstance, Anna should have expected it. What she didn’t expect was how Elsa’s presence in the first place. “How did you get in here?” Elsa kept her face sober.

“I could ask you the same question,” Elsa countered.

“Thorough research. And a bit of lady luck,” Anna glanced at Elsa’s attire. “I know you’re known as the Snow Queen and all, but I would think even deep snow would somehow get to you. You’re even wearing your tux, my favorite, but not exactly hiking material,” Anna tried to joke, but Elsa would not budge.

“I’ve told you before. The cold doesn’t bother me.”

“Here, I thought you were just flirting back,” Anna tried again. Elsa remained stoic. “Jeeze, not gonna joke even a little bit?”

“This isn’t a laughing matter, Anna!” It was all that needed to be said for Anna to take Elsa seriously. Clearly, Elsa knew more than she did. “No one has been able to get past the fog. How did you get in here?”

“All I did was follow makers that were left behind.” Elsa’s eyes widened.

“You were able to see them? No. That’s impossible.” Anna merely shrugged.

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” Elsa stayed silent. Her aim still hasn’t faltered. Her finger slowly wrapped around the trigger.

“You’re after the reward, aren’t you?” Anna’s heart nearly stopped at Elsa’s action. “Do you really think the Southern Isles would let you off the reward with no consequence! Any gang, for that matter!” Anna knew the dangers, but the temptation was too hard to resist, especially if it would bring her one step closer to finding out what happed to her mother. “Give me the salamander, Anna.”

“I can’t.”

“Then, I’m sorry.” Before Elsa could pull the trigger, Anna threw the incased salamander into the air. Elsa’s moment of hesitation was enough for Anna to act, and she disarmed Elsa with a powerful kick. The kick caused the gun to skitter across the floor. Anna reached for her gun, but Elsa snapped out of her daze and prevented Anna to wield the gun entirely. They were at a standstill for a fraction of a second. The salamander quickly fell. Elsa moved first. She twisted Anna’s arm enough to cause the gun to drop onto the floor. Anna tried to rotate her body as not to damage her arm and went for the salamander.

Elsa caught the salamander and managed to kick the gun out of Anna’s reach. Anna leaned into her, but Elsa had the height advantage and kept the case out of reach.

“So that’s how we are going to play it, huh?” Anna said. She quickly wrapped her right leg behind Elsa’s left and pushed against her shoulders down towards the ground. Elsa recovered before hitting the floor but released the salamander in the process. Trying to react before Elsa could move, Anna ran towards the case that laid across the room. She didn’t get far before Elsa spun her leg around tripped Anna, sending her to the floor.

Elsa quickly straddled Anna and successfully held her in place.

“Enough! You don’t know what you’re getting into, Anna,” Elsa cried out in desperation. Anna bucked with all her might, but Elsa wouldn’t budge.

“What’s it to you? If there is a chance that she is alive, then I’m going to take it!” Her mother disappeared after a territory battle between two gangs. Kristoff and Anna have been trying to find her ever since. Kristoff took the safer approach, but it took too long. Anna wanted answers now. She spent the past two years taking risky jobs to lead her here finally. She wasn’t going to waste the opportunity, even if it meant working for any of Arendelle’s notorious gangs.

Anna managed to wiggle her legs enough to push Elsa off her. Anna and Elsa both sprung up simultaneously. They stared down one another. Neither wanted to break eye contact. It reminded Anna of the first time she ever met Elsa. Having started her mercenary life, she could remember curious eyes that watched her with interest. Whatever odd job Anna decided to tackle, Elsa always seemed to show up. At first, she thought that Elsa was stalking her, but she came to enjoy their rendezvous. The fights were still the best. Always hand to hand, and always Anna ended up more enamored by the mysterious blond. She always lost, but the mischievous look Elsa gave her afterward made the loss worth it. The look that is now replaced by one of despair.

“Why do you seek the salamander, Elsa?” Elsa didn’t answer. “It’s more than a simple statue, isn’t it?” Still, Elsa remained silent. Anna growled in frustration. “Fine if you won’t tell me,” she grabbed her claw attachment from her pouch. She placed it on her left hand and positioned it in a ready stance. “I’ll just have to knock it out of you.”

Elsa and Anna both lunged. Anna lost count of how many times their fights began like this. While those felt more like a cheap thrill, this felt anything but. There were actual stakes. Like the other fights, Anna still had no idea what was in it for Elsa. Their past brawls were fun if a bit painful. Movements were sloppy and uncoordinated. This fight consisted of the exact opposite.

Elsa’s movements were more precise. Anna could tell Elsa held back this whole time. So much so that she was relentlessly defensive. The punches and kicks she was able to get in were either blocked or sidestepped by Elsa. The only scratch she put on Elsa was a mere tear into Elsa’s jacket.

The exhaustion began to settle in for both. More so for Anna. She put distance between them if only to catch a moment of breath. She readied herself for another round of attacks as Elsa neared. In trying to focus, she missed a small movement that came between them. In an instant, Anna and Elsa were pushed back as fire exploded between them, and the entire palace lit up in flames.

–

“-a!”

“-nna!”

“Anna! Wake Up!”

Anna groaned at the movement against her shoulders. It didn’t help that it felt warmer than it did before.

“Ugh. What?” She slowly blinked. Her eyes came into focus, and the blurry face in front of her materialized into Elsa. Along with pink flames burning behind her. Anna instantly sat up.

“What the hell happened?”

“No time for questions. We need to get out of here. Now!” Elsa didn’t wait for Anna as she dragged her up and pulled her towards an exit. The flames seemed to follow them as it bounced around, preventing them from escaping. The structure of the ice palace started to crumble under the intense heat.

“Quickly! To the staircase.” Anna and Elsa dashed the stairs. Before they reached it, the floor beneath them crumbled. Anna lost her balance and fell backward.

“Anna!” Elsa tried to go after her, but the floor shattered as she took a step. The balcony gave way and sent both crashing to the bottom below. Anna landed on her back, which caused her to go winded. Elsa managed a safer landing, but the flames instantly circled her in a successful attempt to entrap her.

Anna painfully rolled onto her stomach, still out of breath. The heat of the flames became almost unbearable, yet she couldn’t find the energy to move. She found Elsa quickly with a firewall around her. Anna scoured the area for her bag. Maybe she had something to put the fire out or at the very least lessen it before the flames consumed Elsa.

‘There it is!’ Anna crawled as fast as she could towards her back. Each movement felt sluggish and painful. She tried to will herself to move quicker, but the bag didn’t seem to appear closer. ‘Come on, Anna. Move!’

Anna instantly stopped when she heard a crack above her. The moment felt like it passed in slow motion. The chandelier broke from its hold and commenced to fall towards the floor. Right where Elsa stood.

Anna didn’t know where the strength came from nor the speed she felt as she propelled forward. She could feel her limbs scream at her, but she didn’t care. She might catch on fire if she even touched the flames, but she didn’t care. There was only one that flowed in her mind. Save Elsa!

The flames caused Elsa to go into a coughing fit. She didn’t notice the chandelier that came towards her. Or Anna until she was right in front of her with arms outstretched. The momentum pushed her so far back that the flames merely whipped out of the way as Elsa flew by. At that moment, Elsa finally saw the ice chandelier headed straight for Anna.

Something within her awakened. A sensation she seldom felt and always rejected for fear of what it could mean. But at that moment, with fire all around and the chandelier falling, she saw Anna smile. A smile that accepted her fate. That was all Elsa needed to embrace the feeling wholly. A cold yet welcomed feeling.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ice crackled out of her hands and body. One blast flew towards the chandelier. A shield formed around Anna’s body on the floor before instantaneously freezing the chandelier above and effectively stopped its descend. The rest of the blast flashed throughout the palace. The flames quenched.

Elsa stared in disbelief. Her thoughts ran nonstop, trying to figure out what had just happened. But that could be saved for another day. She scrambled towards Anna, who slowly crawled out from under the shield.

“Anna!” Elsa cried out as she pulled Anna into a crushing hug.

“Whoa! Hello to you too,” Anna managed a small laugh. They both managed to stand up straight with support from one another.

“Thank you, Anna. For saving me.”

“Save you? You’re the one who saved me and stopped the fire from consuming the palace,” Anna tried to sound positive to cheer up Elsa’s glum attitude. “I should be the one thanking you.” Anna looked around. While some of the ice melted, the entire palace still stood intact. “I’m going to assume the salamander is gone then?”

“You’re still not thinking about working with the gangs, are you?” Elsa asked rapidly. Surely, after all this, Anna had to know the dangers of the tasks.

“With them. No. This is more than just a simple item, right? I want an explanation. Please?”

“I guess I do owe you one. As a thank you for saving me. But first,” Elsa walked towards the exit, “I think we should get out of here.”

“Uh, Elsa?”

“What?”

“Not to freak you out or anything, but there is a lizard thing on top of your head.” Elsa stopped in her tracks. Before she could ask Anna what she was talking about, a blueish blur appeared in front of her eyes. Her arms instinctively caught the creature. Big eyes stared back at her in awe. “Whoa, it’s the salamander. It’s alive?”

“It would seem so,” Elsa had to admit. The salamander looked adorable.

“Wait. Is this one of the elements? My mom used to tell me the story all the time!” Anna bounced excitedly. “But wait. There are only four. The heck does that make you?”

“I’m not sure. We can save that for later.”

“Right, it is getting pretty chilly,” Anna said as she rubbed her arms to warm up. “You really did wonders to this place. Brrr.”

“Here,” Elsa took off her coat and placed it around Anna. “It’s not much, but it’ll do for now.” Anna took the gracious offer but pouted, nonetheless. Elsa noticed. “What?”

“I was kind of hoping you’d do the whole ‘I will keep you warm’ type of thing and be all cuddly,” Anna grumbled. Elsa let out a small laugh. No matter the circumstance they met in, Anna always lighted the mood. That is something Elsa was still grateful for. Elsa owed Anna an explanation. For everything.

 “Here. How about this to hold you over for a bit,” Elsa grabbed Anna by the coat and pulled Anna into a soft kiss. That warmed up Anna but sadly, only her face as it turned bright red. Elsa gave herself a mental victory. She should have done this a long time ago. At least it happed now and not never. “In the meantime, um, Bruni, will keep you warm.” Elsa handed Anna the salamander and lead the way out of the palace.

“Bruni, huh,” the salamander turned in to Anna and looked up with their big eyes. “You think that kiss meant she likes me?” Bruni simply stuck out its tongue to lick their eyeball. Anna grinned at the action. She looked up and admired Elsa’s retreating form. “Yeah. I think so too.” Anna quickly caught up with Elsa.

A long and challenging adventure waited for the duo. But for now, the warmth of their interlocked hands would do for the rest of the day.

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Marked

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,770

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @assassinofmasyaf for the request, I hope you enjoy it! Requests are open!

Your heart fluttered when you saw the familiar name pop up on your phone. Dean Winchester… It wasn’t unusual for Dean to call you for help on a case from time to time, after all, you helped them navigate the foreign territory of the British Men of Letters several years ago. 

You tapped the green circle and struck conversation with the older Winchester. “Dean, need my help so soon?” You teased, “What has it been, three months since I helped you boys last?”

“Ha. Ha, Y/N. Funny. But, yes, I need you.” He said sternly, his tone hushed more than usual.

You sat up in your seat and concern washed over you, it wasn’t in character for Dean to not joke around with you. That was your thing, you both jokingly flirted with each other, you loved him and would do anything for that man, he deserved the world. “Where are you?” You asked him quickly, grabbing your keys and clicking your heels on the tile floor, leaving in a rush after just ordering your coffee.

“Massachusetts. Salem.” He said before grunting in pain.

“I’m at least a day away but I will be there, Dean. Are you and Sammy okay?” You said, roaring the engine to life and speeding off.

“Ha. Yeah, Y/N, don’t get your British in a twist. Just get here when you do…” he said before the line went dead.

Good news, he threw a joke at you but you could sense that there was something majorly wrong. You halted your car and popped the trunk. You quickly rooted around and found your book…turning it to a page that would give you insight on Dean. You trailed your finger down the ingredients needed and ransacked your bags. You read the chant and your eyes rolled back, you saw him and Sam. They were in a hotel room, nothing unusual. Your chest heaved up and down when you saw Dean clutching his arm, making your eyes return, your stomach turned.

You pushed the gas pedal hard, forcing your car down the road several over the speed limit, you called Dean again. “Dean. How did you get the mark?” You asked him bluntly.

“Wha-” he began and paused, placing you on speaker so Sam could join the conversation as well. “She knows about the mark, Sammy.”

“What? Y/N, how do you know about the mark? How did you know Dean has it?” Sam asked you, stepping closer to where Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve told you boys a lot about me, my past with the British Men of Letters and what I know. Although, there is one thing that I just have not told you boys.” you paused, “It’s not important right now, but what is important is Dean and what he’s got us into.” You paused, “I’ll fill you Winchesters in about me later, when the time comes. I’ll be there in a few hours.” You finished and ended the call, not wanting them to continue the conversation about what you hadn’t told them yet.

“How does she know, Dean?” Sam asked his bother, sipping his cheap beer.

Dean rubbed the mark, shaking his head, “I don’t know, Sammy. No one knows, except you, me and the man who transferred it to me…” his voice trailed. His arm glowed and burned making him grip the blanket that covered the bed and he gritted his teeth. “Fuck!” He exclaimed. “You find anything?” He asked his little brother who was sat back at his computer.

“Um, not really. Just some website, an urban legend almost, a Witch of Light. But, it can’t be real…” he said, “You good?”

Dean nodded his head, “Well, are you just going to leave me here wondering or are you just going to tell me what the hell you found!” Dean snapped at him making his arm burn hotter, his head flung back. He was laying on the bed on his back, he heard a woman’s distant voice and images flashed in his mind.

“Dean, I’m coming. She’s going to kill me, you can’t let her…You can’t let her, Dean. She’s going to take you away from me. You have to get rid of her so she can’t hurt us…” the Darkness’ voice echoed in his head.

“No!” He shouted back.

“Dean!” His eyes gazed at his brother who was convulsing and speaking to no one, “Hey. Hey! Dean!”

“But you have to Dean, it is the only way to be free…” Amara claimed, Dean seeing her hand reach up to this face. He was in his head, she was in his head…

“I won’t kill her, I can’t. I love her!” Dean spat at the Darkness, pissing her off, releasing Dean from inside his head. Dean was once again in control of his body and thoughts, he looked at Sam who was struck with panic and staring at him.

“Are you okay, Dean?” He nodded, “What the hell was that?” Dean said nothing, not knowing for sure what it was for himself,  he just pointed to Sam’s computer, he turned to follow his brother’s finger.

“Uh, right, Dean. But we are going to talk about this later… This just says that it can be transferred to another person…” he paused, taking a deep breath.

“But.” Dean said. 

“But, there is some powerful magic that needs to be done…something we can’t do. But, there has to be something Dean. When she gets here, I’m sure Y/N will know something or someone that will help, she’s smart.” He closed his laptop,  “Should we call Cas and see what he knows about this?” Sam questioned.

“No, absolutely not! Cas has enough to worry about!” He said short, “Y/N, she can help, I know she can. She has too.” He looked at Sam, his eyes torn, he was scared of what he might do. Sam knew his brother well and had seen that look in his older brother’s eyes before.

“Dean?” Sam asked, sitting next to his brother on the bed. “You haven’t hurt me and you won’t hurt her.” He said softly, “You love Y/N. You wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.” He finished, standing up.

“How do you know?” Dean asked.

“How do I know that you love her?” He smiled, bumping Dean’s shoulder playfully.

Dean’s cheeks blushed and shook his head, he didn’t want to accept the fact that he has fallen for you. You were in the life too, you knew love doesn’t last. “How do you know that I won’t hurt her?” He lowered his head in defeat, succumbing to his thoughts.

“Because, Dean. You love her.” Sam replied, his phone vibrated, your phone number on his screen, “Speaking of…” He answered, “Hey, Y/N!” He tried his best to be nonchalant and act like everything was fine, when you all knew that it wasn’t.

“Sam, do you have the room warded?”

“No…should we?” Sam asked you, his confusion thick in his voice, making Dean’s attention to be turned to Sam.

“The sooner the better, Sam. I’m sending them to you now.” You clicked the phone, sending the photos to him. “Get them okay?”

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen them before, Y/N what are they?” He asked you, looking at them.

“Just put them up, Sammy.” Once again you clicked the phone and you were gone.

“Cas, I need you. It’s Dean, he’s in a lot of trouble and I could use a lift…” you waited…nothing. “Shit, come on! Castiel, I never ask anything from you, plea-” you were startled by the sudden appearance of a cloaked man where a blue tie.

“Hello, Y/N.” Cas greeted you.

“Dean is in trouble, I can help him. He’s in-”

Before you finished your sentence you were standing in front of their motel door, bag in hand. You knocked and waited for an answer. Soon the door opened and Sam was shocked, “Y/N! I thought you said you were at least a day out…how?” He said as you briskly walked past him and toward Dean.

Dean stood up and took you into his body hugging you tightly, “I’m so happy to see you, Y/N.” He reluctantly released you and you started unpacking your bag.

“Good to see you too guys. Let’s get this show on the road then shall we?” You said setting up your station, the men looked at you in shock. This is what you hadn’t told them.

“You’re a witch?” Dean asked you surprised.

You nodded your head, “I am. But, a good one. Not natural born but, I have power. Enough to get that nightmare off of you.” You said as you eyes traveled over his toned arms.

“How come you never told us, Y/N.” Sam asked and Dean asked “Wait, how did you get here so fast, you were a day out you said…”

“I never told you because this isn’t who I am, I haven’t done this in a long time. I only do when necessary, in this case it is very necessary. I’m afraid it’s the only way that Dean is going to make it out alive.” You paused, giving it to them straight, they were shocked but they didn’t protest, “Cas, that’s how I got here so fast, I told him that I could handle this, I just needed a little lift.” You said rolling up your sleeves and then doing the same to Dean’s.

“How?” Dean asked looking deep into your eyes, “If you aren’t natural born Y/N…”

“I was young and did some things that I shouldn’t have. I eventually wanted out and I couldn’t so, I use what I have for good.” You said adding some liquid into your bowl.

“How much time do you have left?” Sam asked, crossing his arms.

“Until I die naturally or from the life. I might have been young, Sam, but I was never stupid. Loop holes, pissed a few wankers off but her I am. Witch of Light and all.” You said letting your smile shine before you added a dash of herbs making the bowl burst into a brief flame. Sam locked eyes with Dean when you stated your title.

“So, just how powerful are you then?” Sam inquired.

“Enough to help you boys out. I’m afraid I might be one of the only ones able to help…” you replied pouring the contents of the bowl into two cups, “Drink.” You said giving Dean a cup and taking one in your hands. You shot it down with ease, waiting for the second that Dean did too.

“What is in here,Y/N. What is this going to do?” Dean questioned.

“Helping you, Love. Don’t worry it smells worse than it tastes.” You replied, tears beginning to form in your eyes, knowing what you were about to do. Your hand connected with his forearm the second you saw his Adam’s apple move and the liquid was gone.

You looked deep into his eyes, tears began to fall out onto you cheeks. The connection between you two began to glow, bright white. Dean realizing what you were doing. Sam watched, his confusion morphing to panic. “Y/N!”

“Y/N, no!” He yelled and tried desperately to separate you from him, but it was too late, the damage was done.

“It was the only way Dean.” You smiled, looking down at your arm that was now marked.

“What the hell did you just do, Y/N!” Dean’s voice boomed and his eyes never left yours.

“We can figure this out guys. There has to be something we can do, something else, not this!” Sam exclaimed, staring at you, eyes pleading with you.

“I’m afraid not Sammy.” You said, a single tear rolled down your face, “I did this because I love you, Dean. This is the only way that you could live. Be free of this…” you finished, he stared back at you with tear filled eyes and then you vanished.

Dean yelled out in agony, emotions mixing, not knowing what to feel he threw the lamp from the bed side table. Sam watched on, allowing Dean to feel that for a moment, he knew he had to. Dean’s back hit the wall and he slid down the wall, placing his face in his hands, his shoulders began to shake.

Sam took a place next to him, quietly. They sat there in silence for a few minutes before Sam spoke up, “We will find a way, Dean.” He said quietly, his voice shaking a little. “All these years, she helped us. Now it’s our turn to help her.” He placed his arm around his older brother’s shoulders squeezing him slightly, trying to comfort him.

That night neither one of the Winchester brothers slept. Dean found the nearest bar and Sam found the nearest book. They always found comfort in the polar opposites.

Your heels landed on the road, you got out of your car and walked into your home. You began to ward the rooms, shielding yourself from the world. You clenched your right fist and you looked down at the glowing mark on you arm.

Sam read endlessly for months and months, finding nothing that would help you. It took Dean a couple of days until he was ready to join his brother in attempt to find a loophole to help you, the way you always helped them. “It’s been five months, Sam. It’s no use, we won’t find anything!” Dean slammed a book shut and stormed off.

“Dean!” He called after him, then following him into the kitchen of the bunker, “Where are you going?”

“Out.” He responded shortly.

“You’ve been going ‘out’ a lot Dean. You think this is going to help Y/N?” Sam spat out in frustration.

Dean gritted his teeth and got in Sam’s face, “Don’t, Sam. You don’t understand.” He poked his younger brother’s chest.

“She has the mark, Dean. I never had it so no, I don’t understand. But I know there has to be a way to help her. I’m not giving up!” Sam spun around yelling at Dean who was leaving.

“What kind of a man are you? Letting her take this from you, from us?” The woman’s voice echoed in Dean’s head, his spun his attention around the empty bar trying to find who was talking to him.

“You alright, buddy? Need me to call you a cab?” The bartender asked Dean.

He shook his head and walked outside, when he stepped through the doorway but he wasn’t outside. He was inside his head, with the darkness, Amara.

“You are killing her Dean. She will kill me, then she will die. That mark will kill her.” She paused, her hair blowed in the wind, “You killed her.” Her eyes pierced into his.

“Stop it!” He yelled, closing his eyes. When he opened them up again and he was outside the bar and the bouncer was staring at him intently.

“You okay, bro?” He approached him, Dean was drunk, heartbroken and angry. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, bro.” He smugly imitated, then began punching him, letting his frustration out. The cops were called shortly after he threw the first blow and Dean was in the back of the police car.

On the drive to the police station Amara came back, this time she was sitting next to Dean. “Are you not going to try to save her Dean? I thought you loved her…”

“I do love her!” He yelled, the officer driving the car eyed him through the rear view mirror, “And I never wanted this! I didn’t know what she was doing, if.” He paused, “If I knew what she was going to do, I would have stopped her.” He said defeatedly.

“Keep it down back there, guy.” The officer said.

“Oh you stopped her alright, you killed her, Dean.” Amara teased and then disappeared.

“No!” He shouted again.

“Dean, stop shouting, Love. This mark is going to stop the darkness then it will stop me, consume me.” The officer’s body was replaced with yours, Dean looked at your eyes in the mirror, he watched them turn from Y/E/C to a flash of obsidian black.

“Goddamn it! Stop! Please, just stop it!” He said, his voice shook with every word he said. He looked back up and it was back to normal. It was the police officer again, he looked at Dean again and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Relax, bud. You can sleep it off in the cell then we will go over the charges when you’ve sobered up.” He finished.

Your phone buzzed, it was the younger Winchester. You contemplated answering the call. You had barely spoke to either one of them since you last saw them, five months ago. This time somehow you felt something off. You decided to answer the call, “Sam.” You paused, feeling your forearm burst into flames, you gritted your teeth, fighting the urges the mark gave you.

“Y/N, wow! You answered! How are you?” He asked out of breath.

“Well. And you?”

“Could be better. Have you heard from Dean? He left a couple of hours ago, he’s not answering any of his phones. He hasn’t been doing exactly well since…” he trailed.

“No, I haven’t. But I can find him, I’ll let you know, Sammy.” You ended the call and walked over to your bowl and worked your magic…literally. You saw Dean, laying down on the bunk inside a holding cell. You shook your head and backed out a little farther, seeing where he was. Instead of calling Sam to go fetch his brother you did. 

You pulled your skirt down and your heels echoed in the hallway. “How can I help you, miss…” the old deputy responded to your presence.

You flashed your false badge and claimed, “You’re holding a man that I have a special interest in. I have orders to take him to a classified location.” 

“Well, I’m going to need to know where you are taking him, Lady. I just can’t release a prisoner to you just because you have some fancy badge.” 

You tightened your jaw, “Well I’ll gladly tell my supervisor why I was unable to get this man in custody because of some backwood hillbilly.” You said sternly, making sure that your arm was covered as your arm began to glow, anger growing inside of you. He looked at shocked and opened his mouth to speak but you did instead, “Don’t. Just get me what I want and nothing has to happen. By the looks of you, you haven’t done any paperwork yet so just, release him to me and I’ll take care of it all.”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s just back here.” He grabbed the key and walked you over to Dean, unlocking the door. The noise of the steel door slamming open woke Dean up. He groggily sat up and wiped his eyes and then saw you. He stared at you. “Y/N. Is that really you?” He whispered. 

You nodded slightly and smiled, “Hello, Dean.” You walked into his cell, “Come on let’s go, Sammy’s worried.” You clicked your heels over to him, linking your arm in his.

“Of course he is, when isn’t he.” He said, voice hurting in his throat.

Inside the car on the way back to the bunker Dean tried to talk to you but you wouldn’t let him, you just constantly said “Don’t do this Dean.” Then as he continued it was shortened to just “Don’t.” You pulled your car into the garage of the bunker and not long after Sam was running into the room.

“Y/N? You found him?” He said pulling you into his large frame, he put you at arms length, looking you over, “How are you? The mark…”

“Fine, Sam. I’ve got it handled. He was in a holding cell, now he’s not.” You peeled away from him. “I have a plan, about the darkness.” You said before walking into the hallway of the bunker, the brothers followed you.

“You reek, get a shower and some sleep, Dean.” Sam said to Dean after giving him a brotherly hug. Dean just scoffed and followed you.

“I’m going to start off by saying that I’m going to do this no matter what you two boys say. I have to it’s the only way, so don’t try any of that bloody Winchester shit. Sam, no puppy dog eyes.” You took a deep breath, “Amara and I are tied. Since I removed it from you Dean, I am now marked. That’s why I have to do this, not you, not Sam, not Cas. Me.”

Dean opened his mouth to intervene but you shut it down immediately, “On with it then, keep it short and simple. I’m going to meet with her, use my magic to defend myself. Hopefully it will be enough and my light overpowers her darkness. When the day comes, we will know.” You sternly stated.

Both of the Winchesters in unison argued with you, “Hell no, Y/N!”

“There has to be another way, Y/N. Amara has been around way longer than you and your magic. You’ll die.” Sam gave you the eyes, filled with sadness.

“No, it’s not up for discussion boys, it is happening.”

“We need you here, to help us Y/N. We can find another way, it doesn’t have to be like this. This can’t be it.” Sam bowed his head, tears welling in his round eyes.

“It should be me. Y/N. ou shouldn’t have taken the mark from me, damn it!” Dean yelled, his voice boomed. His body was on yours, you lowered your eyes, not wanting to see the intense pain and anger he was feeling towards you.

“I’m afraid it’s too late…” you whispered and disappeared.

“Damn it! Y/N!” Dean shouted, tears rolled down his cheeks into his trimmed beard. Sam gathered his thoughts in silence, accepting what you were going to do in attempt to save the world from the darkness. Meanwhile, Dean let out his frustration and agony out by screaming and throwing things, crashing them into the wall, sending the shattered pieces to the ground, much like his heart.

“Cas, please. Y/N. She needs all the help she can get, please, there has to be something we can do…” Dean prayed, sitting on the edge of his bed. Some shuffling followed a small gust of wind and Cas was in his room.

“Dean.” Cas said, Dean stood up swiftly. “There is nothing that we can do. She is the one who is marked. Only the marked can harbor enough power to face Amara.” He paused, “I-I have to go, Dean.” and within a blink of an eye Dean was alone again.

“Amara!” You shouted into the emptiness, walking into the unknown. The sun was fading fast, the darkness was winning. Dean and Sam watched from the bunker, both numbing themselves with drink.

You said a short chant and felt your arm burn hotter than you had ever felt. Amara stepped forward into your sight. 

“Y/N. I wasn’t expecting you.” She teased. You stepped closer to her, power radiating off of your body, “I can feel you. Your power. You are much stronger than what I thought you would be. Good for you.”

“Are you going to fight like a woman or just talk like one?” You spat at her, the mark fueling your speech, heart pounding in your chest. 

Her eyebrows raised and she slowly walked closer to you, “Even with the mark, you aren’t powerful enough to defeat me and undo what my brother has done to me. It’s not enough.”

“Not to put salt in the wound, Love. But, he had to and you know that.” Your eyes never left her. You balled your fists and then began chanting, lightening bolts burst through the sky ripping into Amara, leaving her disoriented and stumbling. 

That was your best shot, it didn’t do her in though. You began chanting again but you were tossed across the way through the brick building. “You think that he even cares, Y/N. Is that why you are here, it should have been my brother! That is who I want!” She yelled and rained down on you. You were lying on a grass strip, the sun was fading and so were you.

Amara walked up to you, standing to your head, she snorted, “He doesn’t care, that is why I am doing this. I want to destroy everything that he loves. Everything he created.” Her attention was drawn to a ray of light that was suddenly replaced with a man.

Dean and Sam saw the light was almost gone, knowing that you weren’t far behind. Dean downed the rest of the liquid inside the glass bottle, burning his throat. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying, “I loved her Sammy. And now she’s gone because of me.” He rubbed his eyes dry of the tears that threatened to moisten his cheeks yet again.

“I know, Dean. We all did. She’s a hero, even if she doesn’t defeat the Darkness…” his voice lowered with every word ending in a whisper.

“I do care, Amara. I never meant to hurt you, please. I am sorry, sister.” He pleaded. You faded in and out, not being completely conscious during there mending, next thing you remember is a mixture of white and black mist dispersing into the sky. 

Then you were standing in the library of the bunker, healed and surly alive. Your eyes traveled to your right forearm, you weren’t marked anymore…

You wandered the bunker, trying to find the brothers. You weren’t sure if you were alive or if this was your heaven. You turned the corner into the kitchen. You’re eyes landing on Sam bent over looking into the small fridge.

“Sam?” You cautiously whispered causing him to jump.

He spun around pulling out his gun aiming it at you, he was puzzled, “Y/N? But—” he gasped, “No, you, you’re—”  His anger grew and he gripped his pistol in his large hands.

“Sammy, it’s me, really!” You said, tears starting to flow, not knowing how it was even possible that you were alive and back with them.

“Y/N?” He said unsure and you nodded your head. You flinched a little when he doused you in holy water. “You aren’t a dem—”

“No, Sammy, it’s really me.” You wiped your face with your hands.

He pulled out his silver knife, raising it to you, “If it really is you, Y/N, then this won’t hurt.” He said, placing the blade on your bare skin where the mark would have been. “Oh my God! Y/N!” He squeezed you tight against him, you could smell the familiar Winchester scent that you grew to love and find so much comfort in over the years. “How? The mark, and Amara…”

“I have no idea. Chuck I guess…” you remembered.

Dean rounded the corner, rubbing his eyes from the emotion of last night, crying himself to sleep. He grabbed a coffee mug, it was yours…he raised the mug to his perfect lips.

Your eyes welled with tears that escaped onto your face. He noticed that there was a woman standing next to his younger brother. He did a double take, not believing it was you, really you. “Y/N?” The mug dropped to the floor breaking into several shards, coffee pooling on the floor, “Sammy is it really h—” Sam nodded rapidly with a huge smile on his face, “Yeah, Dean.”

Dean ran to you, “Oh my God! Y/N, how?” He never let you go, just held you to him tighter, “I love you. I thought I lost you. I am so sorry, baby.” He rambled on, tears falling from his emerald eyes again. He looked at you, you were crying just as much as he was, Sam probably was too but you were too focused on the man that you loved. “Promise me that you won’t ever leave me again.” His lips pressed onto yours lovingly, they separated for a moment. He placed his forehead on yours and closed his eyes, “Promise me, Y/N.”

You nodded, “I promise, I will always be right here, with you. I love you, Dean.” 

“Promise me forever, marry me.”

You looked deep into your man’s eyes, smiling at his words then kissed him passionately, “Forever, Dean.”