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twodaysintojune · 7 years ago

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Full Moon Night

Supernatural, Benny Lafitte x Reader, Warnings-None

This was done as part of @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba ‘s 0.5k Out of Context Challenge:

“Look. Everything in here can kill you. I can just do it more efficiently”

Enjoy.

It was a very upsetting thing to feel how slowly but surely the skin around your ankle was bloating up with the blood that was unable to find release compacted between the layers of sock in your boots but a sprained ankle was the least of your worries right now. You were not sure at which moment you had crossed into the Twilight Zone because the things that had been following you all the way to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the swamp after dealing with your friends were definitely not normal. Despite this, you were stubborn as hell that no matter what, you were going to make it to the next day.

The damp weather of Louisiana had taken its toll on the old building, water dripping through countless holes made you wonder just exactly how much the ceiling would resist.

It had been Jane’s idea to go into the swamp with a rented boat and try finding some stupid ass treasure. Like any pirate with the decency of being called a pirate would have actually hidden anything on those godforsaken waters instead of spilling it on booze and hookers like there was no tomorrow. Still you obliged when the party of ten had formed and waited for you to agree to the adventure.

After that, things had gone haywire. The boat’s motor got dirty with mud and you had been stuck for hours, by the moment it was clean the night had already arrived. None of your gps worked and you got completely lost when coming back. By the moment you were able to see a road and realized you had gone inland there was not enough gasoline to go back from where you came from and walking it was.

There was no one left from those ten people that had been there with you not even 24 hours ago.

Silent tears and sniffs were muffled by the pouring rain outside. You were angry, scared yes, but incredibly resentful against whatever it was that killed your friends. You wanted them to pay back for what they did. You knew you had a lead against those things, you kept on running after they jumped over the remaining two people of your party and managed to lock yourself in the building’s security cabin located a couple steps above the rest of the floor. You would be able to see them coming. You searched around and found an iron bar and a gun with a half full magazine. Well, you had started with worse on Left 4 Dead, you joked to yourself.

The full moon light started to come inside from the opening door. But it wasn’t the beasts. The silhouette of a huge broad and tall man was casting its shadow into the place. He looked around, obviously searching for something. You left your iron bar on the cabin’s aluminum floor with a clunk to see him better and the blood in your veins froze. It couldn’t be, there was too much noise outside and yet he was looking directly at your spot as if he had heard the sound of metal against metal.

He closed the door back and started to pace towards your hiding place.

Frantically, you cornered yourself as far away from the cabin’s door in the secluded space, gun in hand. You were certain you would have killed him in an instant but the closer he got the more you doubted. It wasn’t only that he was huge compared to everyone else you had ever met, it was also the fact that he was imposing in another more primal level. He was wearing a dark coat and a newsboy cap that covered his eyes completely within the lack of light, his short trimmed beard framing his face in a way that made you want to caress it instead of sending it away. The man opened the small cabin door, entered and closed it behind.

-You got real trouble out there poppet. A pack of three loup-garous is nothing you’ll get to outdo with just that. -He motioned to the gun.

You had been too caught up with the appearance of this man that it took you a whole minute to process what he had said. Your first reaction was to snicker.

-A… a loup-garou? Is that even...? Those things are not… They can’t… - It was hard, you were desperately trying to avoid the truth but deep within you knew that was not possible anymore.

-Now, I’m not much into getting involved with strangers either, but they’re making a fuss at my territory and I can’t let that happen. I like to be at peace in here.

His territory? That had definitely sobered you up and you were now pointing your gun directly at his face.

-What are you?

-Right now, I’m the closest thing to a friend you’ll get.

In all fairness, the Cajun accent would have been all you would have needed to say yes had it been any other kind of situation. The sound of the entrance door being smashed brought you back to your current setting. You could hear the sounds of the monsters coming inside.

-Look, everything in here can kill you. I can just do it more efficiently. Or less painfully. Whichever way you see it, you need help to get out of this.

You nodded. -Ok, what do I do?

The man opened the cabin door and jumped to get at ground with the werewolf like creatures. They snarled at him but kept a distance. He also growled at them. It was like they were both connected at a very basic level and fighting for dominance.

The loup-garou closer to the man threw itself towards him to start the brawl. It tried to grab his shoulder with his fangs but he had been faster and threw it aside while the second beast already started its leap. The third was about to jump in, taking vantage of being at the man’s back when you pierced it’s hip with a gunshot. Startled, the third beast yelped and fell down. The man had the second beast now on the floor and made a swift move with a machete that he apparently had below his coat. It’s head rolled through the floor, leaving a trail of watered down blood on the floor. He made a move towards the beast that you helped go limp.

A lightning helped you catch the movements of the first loup-garou. It was coming at you in a rush. Before you could even think about it you had missed two shots on the monster but managed to land a third one on its front leg. That helped to slow him down enough for placing another shot. You did your best and aimed for the head. Two shots, the last ones. The animal fell.

And it began to move once more.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, you were reeking fear and crying madly but still went for the iron bar and waited for the thing to get close to you. Right when it’s massive head was trespassing the cabin door, he was yanked back by the man and thrown back into the ground. It was still startled from the gunshots so it became easier for the man to best it and decapitate it just like the other two.

You left out a sigh of relief entwined with laughter and tears in your eyes. You had won. Those things were down and you were still alive. Now that things were calm the man helped you out of the cabin and carried you all the way to his truck when he noticed your sprain. His caravan was relatively close, fifteen minutes away he said. After you took a quick bath and were provided a huge shirt and pants to use provisionally, you finally were able to settle up some of your thoughts and speak properly.

-Thanks, uhm…

-Benny, you can call me Benny

-Thanks Benny. I owe you my life.

The man chuckled.

-You owe me nothing darling, it was a team effort back there.

He was taking care of your ankle, it was a simple thing but you were grateful for his kindness. No matter what thing he was, he was the reason you were still alive.

-You are very cold, you should take a bath as well.

He chuckled once more -I’m always cold. I’m already dead. -He turned his beautiful blue eyes that had been hidden until now towards you with a soft smile.

You froze for a second. There was only one thing, one monster you could think of that could be already dead and yet be walking around completely conscious of itself. Your heart started to beat at 100 mph.

-Are you... a vampire?

It should be a crime that such a creature could be this captivating. He beamed at you in acknowledgement.

-You’re… not going to feed on me, are you?

-Well that depends, are you AB-? -He jested with a wink.

#Helen’s 0.5k Out Of Context Challenge #challenge #benny lafitte #spn fanfic #spnfanfic #benny lafitte x reader

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petra-arkanian-1497 · 7 years ago

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Led Zeppelin and Cody, Wyoming

So, this is my small contribution to the awesomeness that is @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba. She’s got 500 followers and THIS IS EPIC!

*me racing for a challenge on her list*

Ahem, anyway, back to what I was saying.

Prompt: 12) “Look at all the pretties!” “Can you please stop talking about rifles like they’re puppies.”

Pairing: none

Warnings: none, except maybe vague wistfulness (not even language--I’ve never done this before so I’m taking it slow; please don’t kill me with the feedback.)

Word count: 1400-ish

A/N: The Buffalo Bill Center of the West does exist, go check it out! It’s cool.

The music/lyrics are not mine and all credit goes to the writers, producers and artists who created it. Because they’re amazing. Same for the GIFs.

The Bunker was silent, for the first time in several hours. Y/N was exhausted, but she finally got the last of the dishes put away. She hated kitchen duty, with a passion, but her luck had abandoned her in the inevitable rock/paper/scissors game.

Of course, Sam had laughed after he won against both her and Dean, as usual, “I’m really sorry, Y/N. If you want some help--”

“Just get out of here, Moose. Leave me to my torture.”

Dean, in true Dean fashion, had all but run out of the kitchen as soon as he won against her, grabbing three beers from the icebox as he’d gone and almost tripping over a chair in the process. He’d let out a low howl as he went, and it took all Y/N’s control not to yell a few expletives after him. Sam had been chuckling, leaning against the table with his arms and ankles crossed.

Y/N shot him an irate glare, “Get out, Sam. Otherwise you’re gonna end up covered in soapy water.” Given that the sink was now full of the stuff, and it wouldn’t have been the first time, Sam held up his hands and bowed his way out, wandering in the direction of the Library.

She really didn’t mind cleaning; it was cathartic in a weird way. She just preferred anything that didn’t make her hands pruny.

While she had the water on, she decided to wipe everything down since she was in the groove, including the floor and cabinets. Half an hour into her self-imposed punishment, she heard Motörhead blaring from the direction of Dean’s room. She shook her head, a smile forming unbidden on her face. She hummed along to “The Roadcrew”, thinking that it was a remarkably good description of the hunting life.

Sam and Dean had picked her up after her mother had been killed by a demon, and she’d travelled with them ever since. She’d been on hundreds of run-of-the-mill hunts, and hundreds more that were anything but normal. She’d been there when Dean had died, dragged down by a hellhound. She’d been there when he’d come back, raised by Castiel. She’d been there when Sam recovered his soul, and when Crowley had almost been human, when Dean had carried the Mark of Cain and become a demon. She had seen so much, stayed in so many crappy motels, driven so many thousands of miles. She wasn’t that old, but she felt ancient in that moment.

Y/N continued to clean to hard rock, courtesy of Dean Winchester, until he fell asleep in the middle of Physical Graffiti, because she KNEW he disliked Down By The Seaside and always skipped it when he played that album. She, however, didn’t mind it, so she let the words flow over her,

Out in the country

Hear the people singin'

Singin' 'bout their progress

Knowin' where they're goin'

That song never failed to arouse a vague sense of loss in her. She wondered for what seemed the thousandth time if she would ever live a ‘normal’ life, a life without hunting and running and rescuing the entire world every few months. Not that she minded being a savior, but it was hard, because no one knew or cared. She’d watched so many of her friends die, and been unable to help them... But that way lay madness, and she couldn’t afford to go crazy and shut down now. Not with the Darkness on the loose.

As she dragged herself down to her own room, she heard the crackling of a record turning without a needle, so she slipped into Dean’s room as she passed. Sure enough, the familiar art of Led Zeppelin was lying on the table next to the gramophone, so she switched off the machine and replaced the vinyl in its cover. It was hard on records to be stored horizontally, and this WAS Dean’s favorite album.

She pulled the blanket over his shoulder as she left, closing the door softly behind her. Padding down the hallway, she saw a light on in Sam’s room, so she cautiously pushed the door open a bit wider. He had his computer in his lap, long legs stretched out on his bed. He looked up and half-smiled as he saw her, “Get your torture session over with?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “I did. Did you find something worth chasing?”

He gestured to the laptop, spinning it so she could see the screen. Her eyes flickered back and forth as she read the police report, then darted up to meet Sam’s as her brow furrowed, “Werewolves? But I didn’t think there were any this close!”

He nodded and closed the computer, carefully placing it on the stand beside him. “I didn’t think so, either, but this needs to be taken care of. Can you--”

“Yeah, I’ll have some food and my bag packed in the morning. Don’t worry about it. However,” she added, turning at the door to look back at him, “you may need to wake me up. I’m beat. And don’t let Dean do it. I might kill him if he decides to overturn my bed again.”

Sam bit back a grin, “I will. Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Sam.”

Y/N yawned as she propped her head on her hand in the backseat of the Impala. The rumble of the engine lulled her as it always did, and she struggled not to fall asleep. They’d be back at the Bunker in half an hour. The hunt had gone off without a hitch, for once, and she was looking forward to sleeping in her bed, not a motel. Glancing out the window, her eyes widened and she suddenly screamed, “STOP, STOP, STOP, I NEED OUT!”

Dean slammed on the brakes, but she was already braced against Sam’s headrest, so she didn’t notice. She scrambled out of the car, jogging back the way they’d come. Sam and Dean parked, then came running after her. They slowed when they noticed the sign over the door she’d entered: “Pawn shop--we take guns, gold, and power tools.”

The brothers looked at each other, then rolled their eyes. Y/N was a sucker for weapons, especially guns. More than once, she’d almost cost them a hunt by taking a quick trip into a pawn shop like this one. Once, in Cody, Wyoming, she’d made them spend an entire day going through the gun museum in the Buffalo Bill Center of the West tourist trap. Granted, neither of them had minded, because the place had been mindblowing in its own way, but they had no intention of ever telling her that.

When the boys finally gave up waiting outside and entered, they found Y/N leaning on a glass case, a sparkle in her Y/E/C eyes as she traced the lines on a nine mm handgun, then moved down to a snub-nosed revolver. The proprietor of the shop was helping someone else, and as Dean looked back over at her, Y/N moved over to the rack of longer weapons. She trailed her hand over the stocks, glancing at him over her shoulder, “Look at all the pretties!”

“Can you please stop talking about rifles like they’re puppies? For once in your life?”

She grinned and shook her head. “You know full well I know more about guns than you do, Dean Winchester, and it rankles you, but you also love me for it.”

Dean tried to keep up the glare, arms crossed over his chest, but the infectious smile on her face broke him, and he chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I suppose I do.”

Sam tapped him on the shoulder, then whispered in his ear, “Don’t tell her, because we’d never drag her out of here otherwise, but there’s a buy one, get one 75% off sale on any firearm.”

Dean’s eyes widened, and he turned to mutter in a low voice, “Hell, forget about her, I’M gonna need somebody to drag me out of here. Did you see that Ruger?”

As his brother ambled off to examine a pistol, Sam Winchester shook his head, raking his hair out of his eyes as he watched Y/N gesticulating wildly at the shop owner about one of the shotguns on the wall. Trying to talk the price down, if he knew her at all. A rueful smile forming on his face, he walked over to save the man.

#helen’s 0.5k out of context challenge #spn #spn fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #sam #sam winchester #dean #dean winchester #platonic!reader #one shot

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a-winchester-fairytale · 6 years ago

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Villisca

Summary: Strange things are happening in small town Iowa, where a family was murdered in their home over 100 years ago. Can you and the Winchesters work together to solve the mystery behind the Villisca Axe Murder House?

Word Count: 5,914

Warnings: mentions of the murders (nothing graphic)

A/N: This is for @pinknerdpanda 1K Challenge and @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba Out of Context Challenge. My first prompt was the Villisca Axe Murder House. I tried to stay as close to the research I found as possible, but I took a little liberty when talking about the inside of the house (just because I couldn't find that many pictures).

In order to have an additional storyline, I included the idea I had for Helen's challenge. My prompt was "I just wanted you to fight for me for once, just once." I did bold that in the fic. I know that both of you extended your deadlines to the group and I want to say Thank You. It helped me give this the time I wanted it to have. **warnings in tags**

Feedback is always welcome!

“Shadows, the sound of boots walking around, a woman’s scream…? Sounds a lot like a bunch of kids playing pranks.” Sam said, setting the newspaper article down on the table and looking up at you.

“That’s what I thought too, but I went there anyway. There is something going on in that house. I swear, Sam.”

“You know most of those places that claim they have ghosts are just a hoax to sell stuff.” Dean said dismissively. He set his coffee down and took a chair across from you.

“I know what I saw.” You snapped at him. “If you don’t want to go, fine. I’ll take care of it myself.” You added, getting up.

“I never said we wouldn’t go.” Dean snapped back, reaching up to grab your arm to stop you from walking away. “I’m just a little surprised you would call us.” He added, his tone calmer. You sighed and sank back down into your chair when Dean released his hold on your arm.

“Honestly…that makes two of us.” You said, rolling your eyes and turning your focus back to Sam.

“The article says that people have been living in that house for years and they never had anything strange happen.” Sam said, ignoring the mounting tension between you and Dean.

“True, but now it has been restored back to the way it was when the Moore’s lived there, down to the lack of electricity. Now it’s a museum and people can even pay to spend the night in the house.” You told him, pulling up the website for the house online.

“Let me see that…” Sam said, turning the computer screen and reading the options aloud.

“Wait a minute, you’re telling me that people pay several hundred dollars to spend the night there?” Dean asked.

“According to this, yes. They are almost completely booked for the next month.” Sam answered, leaning back in the chair and running a hand though his hair.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. People are crazy.” Dean mumbled. With a sigh he stood up and started down the hallway. “We’ll leave in half an hour.” He called out to Sam over his shoulder.

Sam waved off his brothers words and started packing his laptop into his bag. “I see that the last six months has done nothing to cool things between you and my brother.” He muttered.

“Did you really think it would?” You asked him, surprised.

“I had hoped.” He answered. “Why did you call us?” He pressed.

“Because I knew you would believe me.” You replied. “Besides, regardless of what happened, there is still no one I trust more on the job than the two of you.” You added after a pause.

Sam just grinned and shook his head. He stood and placed his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him, wondering if you had made the right choice by coming to them for help.

“Good to have you back.” He said before he walked away to pack his own bag for the case.

“Thanks, Sam.” You whispered to the doorway he had just disappeared through.

An hour later, you were pulling into an old gas station with the impala close behind you. As Dean pumped gas at the pump across the parking lot from you, Sam climbed out of the passenger seat and walked to where you stood next to your truck.

“I’ve got some bad news.” He said calmer than you had ever heard him.

“What is it?” You asked, concerned. Sam looked down and kicked at the cement with the toes of his shoes. “Sam?” You pressed.

“We just picked up word that there was an incident last night in Villisca.” He began. “Apparently, a couple of teenagers snuck into that house last night and one of them disappeared.”

“Damn it!” You exclaimed, hitting the side of the truck with your hand. You shook your head, your eyes squeezed closed. “We can go by the motel first so you guys can put on the FBI gear and then I’ll take you out there.” You added, shoving the gas handle back into the pump and hopping into the driver’s seat of your truck.

Sam had barely made it back to the impala before you pealed out of the parking lot. Dean followed suit, unwilling to be shown up and he laughed when Sam grabbed the door to keep from being flung across the seat.

+++

“What’s the story with this house anyway?” Sam asked, gesturing to the sign outside that welcomed them to the Villisca Murder House.

“On the night of June 9, 1912, Josiah Moore and his wife attended an evening church service with their three sons and daughter.” You began as the three of you stepped into the house to look around. “Afterwards they returned to their home, along with two of their daughter's friends from church. The next morning, they were all found murdered in their beds with an axe that was left on the property. Rumor is that the killer was hiding in the attic until the family went to sleep.”

“What kind of sick mind does something like that?” Dean asked, looking at the pictures of the family on the wall.

“There has been a lot of speculation about that over the years. It is still considered one of America’s greatest unsolved mysteries. There were several people suspected, from a serial killer with the same MO to an elected official paying off someone to do the job for him. At one point, they even accused the preacher.” You answered.

“You mean they never found out who did it?” Sam asked, surprised. You shook your head.

“Well, that would do it. Sounds like a vengeful spirit to me.” Dean said.

“The detective said that the incident last night happened at exactly 12:45 am.” Sam said

“That’s the approximate time that the 1912 murders happened.” you said.

Dean stopped in the doorway to the dining room and tapped Sam on the shoulder to get his attention. He gestured to where a uniformed officer was interviewing a teenage boy.

“That must be the brother.” He said quietly. “Let’s go see what he knows.”

“You guys go ahead. I want to make friends with that detective to make sure we get copies of his files.” You offered.

“Can we have a moment with the kid?” Dean asked the officer as he and Sam flashed their FBI badges. The officer nodded, and with a quick glance at the kid he walked away.

“I’m Sam and this is Dean.” Sam began as the two of them sat down at the table. “You’re Trevor, right?” He asked and Trevor nodded.

“Okay, Trevor. Why don’t you tell us what happened?” Dean encouraged. Trevor nodded and took a deep breath.

“It was just a dare.” He began. “We were out at this party with a couple of friends. We had a few drinks so we decided to just walk home instead of calling our parents for a ride. We passed by the house and the next thing I know she was climbing in an open window and daring me to follow her. At first I didn’t want to, but she was teasing me and I did. When I got inside, I couldn’t find her anywhere. She wasn’t answering me and then I heard a scream. I ran into the room and all I found was this.” He said, holding up a scarf.

“Was that Kate’s?” Sam asked.

“She was wearing it when she climbed in the window.” Trevor answered, looking up at Sam.

“Is it possible that she went out another window or the back door to scare you?” Dean asked. Trevor shook his head.

“She would have come home by now.” He answered.

“Okay. Thanks, Trevor.” Dean said, and the two of them stood up from the table. Trevor reached out and grabbed Sam by the jacket.

“Please.” He begged. “Please find my sister.”

Sam and Dean looked back at each other, neither of them wanting to admit to the kid what they already knew was likely.

“We’ll do everything we can to bring her home.” Sam promised instead.

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You slid down in the passenger seat of the impala as far as you could so the officers standing in front of the house wouldn’t see you in the dark. You glanced quickly at Dean as he concentrated on their every move, trying his best to hide his impatience at having to wait for them to leave before the two of you could break in.

“Good, they are finally gone. Let’s go.” Dean whispered, as he watched the two police cars drive down the street and turn the corner to head back to the station. You got out of the car as quietly as possible and followed him up to the porch.

You stood guard while he picked the lock on the front door. The door creaked as he slowly pushed it open and you momentarily cringed at the sound. With a last quick look down the street, the two of you slipped inside and closed the door to the world behind you.

You clicked the flashlight on and made your way down the dusty hallway with Dean covering your back. You almost jumped as you rounded the corner when you saw the shadows cast on the far wall by your light. Silently you wished that Sam had come with you when you heard Dean choke back a laugh at your expense.

“Very funny, Dean.” You whispered.

“I don’t remember you being so jumpy, Y/N.” He teased and you felt your blood pressure rising.

“Your memory has never been that good anyway.” You snapped and Dean let out a disgusted huff. He didn’t say anything else, instead he moved along the wall to where the other bedrooms were.

Before you could follow him, you heard a thumping sound in the small room to your right. You called out his name in a whisper, but Dean didn’t hear you before he entered the master bedroom. Still annoyed with him, you turned and followed the sound instead of him.

You entered the room slowly, but didn’t see anyone at first. Shinning your light on the memorabilia, you realized that this was the room the two sisters from down the street had slept in. You gently touched the edge of the bed sheet, your mind thinking of the little girls that died here. You couldn’t stop thinking about the sister that everyone suspected was awake and struggled with the killer before he took her life.

As though on que, you felt a cold chill on the back of your neck and you turned to see a little girl standing in the corner of the room. She was covered in grim and there was blood on her clothes, but she was barely visible.

Before you could ask her anything, you heard the sound of boots on the floor walking toward the room and her head snapped fearfully toward the doorway. You followed her glance, and when you turned back to her, she had disappeared. Moments later, Dean stepped into the doorway.

“There you are.” He said. “I didn’t find anything in the….” He was saying, but paused when you didn’t move. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“One of the little girls was just here. She was right there, but she disappeared when she heard you coming this way.” You replied, pointing to the corner of the room.

“Well, I can’t say I blame her for being a vengeful spirit. I’d be pretty mad too.” Dean muttered.

“She wasn’t mad though. I don’t think she is the one doing these things. She seemed….scared.” You explained. Dean glanced around the room and nodded.

“Okay, well she’s gone now. Let’s go see if Sam found anything.” Dean offered. You nodded and started to follow him out of the house. You glanced back once more before walking out of the room.

“I’m going to figure this out and help you. I promise.” You whispered to the empty room.

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“I’m telling you, she wasn’t an angry vengeful spirit. She was afraid of something.” You insisted as the three of you sat around a table covered in research at the motel.

“Afraid of what?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. I want to go back to the house to see if I can find her again. Maybe she can give me a clue as to what is going on.” You explained, getting up to grab a water out of the fridge.

“By yourself? No way! I’m not going to allow you to do that?” Dean exclaimed, pounding a finger on the table in front of him.

“Oh yeah, you and what army?” You challenged. You had always hated when Dean got like that. It went against every independent bone in your body, and he knew it.

“Guys!” Sam shouted. Both of you stopped and looked at him, surprised by the outburst. “Can you guys just table it for one night?” He begged.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.” Dean said and stormed out of the motel room. You let out an exhausted breath and sank down in the chair next to Sam.

“I know he can be overbearing and over protective. Believe me, I’ve caught my fair share of that too.” He said, opening the laptop in front of him.

“But…?” You encouraged and Sam chuckled.

“But….I also know that everything he is doing, is because he loves you and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.” Sam finished.

“I know.” You admitted.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Sam asked, sympathetically. He had always hated to see the two of you fighting. You glanced at the door Dean had stormed out of and shook your head.

“I would never put you in the middle like that, Sam.”

“But that’s exactly where I am, and where I have been for a long time.” He reminded you.

“Let’s just go the files and see if we can find out what is going on at that house.” You said, picking up a folder full of papers.

“You think this might be about whoever killed that family?” Sam asked.

“It’s worth a shot.”

+++

You went back to your own motel room after you and Sam felt confident that you had gone through every newspaper article and police file you could get your hands on from that night. You both finally had to admit that you were having trouble focusing on the words through tired eyes.

You laid down on the bed and tried your best to sleep, but you just kept tossing and turning under the sheets. Between your thoughts of the little ghost girl and the feelings you still felt for Dean, you couldn’t seem to shut your brain off long enough to do more than doze on and off.

By the time you heard the impala pull up outside and Dean go back into the room he shared with Sam, you were up and heading into the shower. The hot water did little to relax the tension in your muscles, but you still took a little longer before you got out, hoping the water would rinse away more than just the dirt from that old house.

When you got dressed, you heard their muffled voices through the thin walls of the cheap motel and you headed back so the three of you could plan your next move. The moment you walked back into the motel room, Sam was sitting at the kitchen table with Dean. He stood slowly, looking hesitant to say what was on his mind.

“What is it?” You asked, the look on his face making you more nervous.

“Go ahead and tell her, Sammy.” Dean said when Sam paused.

“We just heard over the police scanner that they found Kate, the girl that went missing.” Sam said.

“Well, let’s go talk to her. Maybe she can tell us…..” You started, but stopped when you saw Sam’s face. You glanced back and forth between the two brothers, not needing either of them to tell you what was wrong. It was written all over their expressions.

“Y/N..” Dean started, but you cut him off.

“She’s dead, isn’t she?” You asked and Sam nodded. You cursed and stormed out of the motel room. Dean tossed his car keys to Sam.

“Go see what you can find out. I’ll catch up.” Dean said as he ran out of the door after you.

You almost jumped out of your skin when he pulled open the passenger door of your truck and hopped in before you could protest.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked, glaring at him. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Never said you did.” He replied, but he didn’t make a move to get out of the truck.

“Fine.” You growled and threw the truck in drive. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to give up easily and all you wanted to do at that moment was drive away.

You ignored the smirk you saw on his face when you started driving. Neither of you said a word. You just drove out of town until you found an old abandoned bridge. You parked the truck and got out. You walked and sat on the edge of the bridge, throwing rocks into the river below. You heard Dean get out and walk up to you, but you didn’t react to him at all.

“Remember when we used to sneak down to the river in the middle of the night, before Sam knew about us?” He chuckled.

“I try not to.” You said without looking up at him. You heard him sigh, defeated.

“You really hate me that much?” Dean asked seriously. You looked at him, and then back at the river.

“No.” You said simply.

Dean pulled a flask from his jacket pocket and took a sip. You looked back at him when you heard the lid turning on the metal.

“Do you mind?” You asked gently. Dean raised an eyebrow, but held out the flask to you.

You took a deep breath and took a drink. You had never been much of a drinker, and you tried your best to hide the burning you felt in your throat as the liquid slid down. You handed the flask back to him and didn’t say a word when Dean sat down on the edge next to you.

“We are going to figure out what happened to that girl and stop it before anyone else gets hurt.” Dean told you, his eyes still looking out at the river below.

“How do you always say that with so much confidence?” You asked, the smallest hint of sarcastic laughter in your tone. You couldn’t figure out if it was comforting or frustrating that even now you believed him.

“Because…its what we do.” He answered simply.

“Seriously?” You asked, looking at him.

“What? You were expecting something deeper?” He smirked, a little shrug of his shoulders. You shook your head, chuckling slightly under your breath.

“From you? Not a chance.” You teased and he laughed, relieved that your voiced lacked the hostility you usually had when you talked to him.

“Come on, let’s see if Sam got anything from the crime scene.” He said, climbing to his feet and holding out a hand to help you up. You glanced up to his face and rolled your eyes, but you took his hand and allowed him pull you to your feet anyway.

“Thanks.” You murmured quickly as you walked past him and back to the truck.

+++

That night, once you were certain that the brothers were asleep, you snuck out of your motel room and drove out to the house. The whole block was quiet, just as it had been the night before, but from the moment you got out of the truck you couldn’t shake the chills you felt on the back of your neck. You almost climbed back in the truck and drove back to the motel, but you didn’t want to admit that Dean might have been right.

Your pride practically pushed you through the front door of the house and once you were inside, there was no turning back. You made your way, carefully, down the hall and into the small bedroom at the end.

“Lena?” You whispered her name a couple of times as you glanced around the room. Finally, she appeared in the corner of the room.

“You have to go.” She insisted, lowering her finger from her lips and shooting a panicked look toward the door. “If he finds you here, he will take you away like he did the other girl.”

“Kate?”

“I don’t know her name. I tried to warn her, but when she saw me she screamed and he heard her.”

“What about the others that were in the house?”

“They got away a long time ago. We should have left with them, but I just couldn’t leave without my sister.” She answered, looking down.

“Where is she?” You asked, looking around the room but seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

“He is keeping her away from me to stop me from leaving.” She whispered, a sniffle escaping behind her words.

“Listen.” You began, kneeling down in front of her. “I am here to help you. Tell me who is doing this and I promise you I will find a way to get your sister back to you so the both of you can move on from this house.”

She looked up at you, wanting desperately to believe that it was possible. Your heart broke for the child before you, whose life was taken too soon and too violently. Suddenly, you heard footsteps on the floor above.

“Go” she insisted and then she disappeared.

+++

When you arrived back at the motel, Dean was sitting outside waiting for you. You bit down on your lower lip before getting out of the truck in anticipation of another argument.

“You went back to that house?” Dean accused the minute you stepped out of the truck.

“Yes, I did.” You answered defiantly.

“Y/N, we don’t even know what we are dealing with yet. You could have gotten yourself killed going back to that house alone.” Dean told you, concern replacing the anger you normally heard in his voice.

“Stop treating me like a child, Dean.” You said. “I saw her again and it worked. I know what is happening.” You added, followed by a brief description of what the ghost had shared with you.

Dean ran a hand over his face, torn between being happy to have the information and concerned at the lengths you went to get it. You waited patiently, not really wanting to fight anymore. It seemed like all the two of you had done was fight.

“You’ve never been this reckless. What’s gotten into you?” Dean couldn’t help but ask.

“This is all my fault.” You practically whispered as you started to walk away.

“Hey!” Dean said forcefully, grabbing your arms to turn you to face him. “This is not your fault.” He insisted.

“How can you say that? I knew something was up with that house. If I hadn’t come to get the two of you, I would have been there and Kate would still be alive.” You argued, your voice breaking a little as you spoke.

“You don’t know that.” He said. You tried to turn away, but Dean forced you to look at him. “I know how you feel, believe me. I’ve been there. Sam and I both have. But you can’t go around blaming yourself for the past. All you can do is take things as they are now, and try to keep it from happening again.”

“Look, I appreciate what you are trying to do, Dean, but I’m not yours to fix anymore. Just let me go, okay?” You practically pleaded. Dean reluctantly released your arms and watched you walk away.

+++

While you were gone, the brothers researched everyone that had been accused of the crime. Of course all of them had passed away. Some were cremated at the time of their death. One was buried several states away and Sam had serious doubts that he had been the killer based on the alibi he was able to provide.

“This isn’t going to get us anywhere. It would take days to search out each of these people and burn the bones.” Dean complained, shutting the book in front of him in exhaustion.

“Maybe we are looking at this wrong.” Sam suggested, handing a newspaper article to Dean.

“Its an article about the house being redone as a museum. So what?”

“Read the last part.” Sam said, pointing to a section near the end. Dean rolled his eyes but read it anyway.

“No way.” He said out loud. “You think?” He asked, glancing back at Sam who only nodded.

“What did you find?” You asked when you came back to the motel and saw the two of them loading their shotguns.

“I found out that the axe in that house is the same one that was used in the murders in 1912.” Sam explained, grabbing an iron bar from his weapons bag.

“You’re kidding.” You said, disgusted. “That’s so morbid.”

“It looks like when the house was turned back into its original state for the museum, the axe was added as an artifact.”

“And you think that’s what the killer is attached to?” You asked and Sam nodded.

"It would explain why this didn't happen before then"

“Okay, let’s go set an artifact on fire.”

You turned and left the motel room to gather a few things from your own room next door. Dean immediately set his shotgun down on the bed.

“I’ll be right back.” He told Sam before he chased after you, stopping you in front of your room. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I will be once this is over.” You told him. “Thanks for the things you said earlier. I know I’ve been pretty mean the last few days.” You added.

“I hope you know I meant them.” He told you, hoping that maybe the two of you could at least be friends again.

“I do. You’re a lot of things, Dean Winchester, but a liar isn’t one of them.” You said with a smirk and he laughed.

+++

“You guys check the house. I’m going to take a look in that wood shed.” Sam said, pointing out the small shed near the rear of the home.

“Be careful.” Dean warned his brother.

“You too.” Sam said. You nodded and headed toward the front door with Dean behind you. The first place you headed was the bedroom where you had seen the little girl. If nothing else, you thought she might be able to tell you where the axe would be.

Suddenly, you felt a force brush past you and shove Dean out of the room and into the adjacent wall. You barely had time to realize that Dean was okay before the door slammed shut, trapping you in the bedroom.

“Y/N!!!!” Dean’s scream carried through the door. You heard him slamming into it on the other side, trying to make it budge.

“I’m okay, Dean.” You called back.

“I’m going to get you out of there.” He promised.

“It’s no use. Just go help Sam find that axe. Once it’s gone, the force holding the door closed won’t be able to anymore.” You said. You heard the slamming stop, but you knew he was still on the other side. You could almost feel him.

Dean rested his head against the door, hating that you were right. “I’ll be back.” He promised finally and you heard him heading down the hall.

You closed your eyes and silently prayed that it wouldn’t take them long. You hated being cut off like that, and feeling so helpless. You turned to see the little girl standing behind you.

“Hey. We’re here to help you, okay.” You promised. She looked nervously at the iron bar in your hand and then back up to your face. “I’m not going to hurt you.” You said, setting the bar down on the night table next to the bed and stepping away from it and you knelt down on the floor so you could be eye level with her.

None of this changed the terrified expression on her face. Wide eyed, her hand raised slowly, a finger pointing behind you. You spun around and saw an axe raised above the face everyone had wondered about for years.

“You….” A whisper escaped your lips before you flinched at the axe swinging toward your head. You heard a sinister laugh and then a scream as the figure, and the axe, burst into flames. You let out a loud shaky breath and looked back at the child ghost.

She was no longer covered in grim and blood, but instead wore a smile on her face. Standing next to her, holding her hand, was her sister. With a quiet “thank you” and a bright light, they both faded away into a cloud of smoke that floated to the ceiling before vanishing from sight.

You barely had a moment to realize it was over before Dean burst through the door and pulled you into his arms, his own relief washing over you. You hugged him back, the tension in your body releasing immediately. Sam stepped in the doorway, but when he saw the two of you, he smirked and made his way out to the impala.

“When I couldn’t get to you….” Dean said, cutting himself off before he said too much. You smiled against his chest, his heartbeat getting closer to a normal rhythm in your ear.

“I didn’t like being separated from you either.” You admitted. “Truth is, there is nowhere I feel safer than I do when I’m with you.”

You felt his hand stroke your hair. “At least that hasn’t changed.” He teased. You pulled back to look at him.

“A lot of things haven’t changed.” You told him, your voice soft. He just nodded in acknowledgment, his hands falling back to his side as you stepped back. The two of you walked out of the house and headed back to the motel.

+++

Back at the motel, you took a long hot shower and then pulled out the bottle of wine that you had packed away in your suitcase. You poured a glass and sat on the bed, your legs pulled up beneath you. You were surprised a few moments later when you heard a knock on the door. An even bigger surprise was seeing Dean standing on the other side.

“I just wanted to let you know that Sam and I will be heading out first thing in the morning.” Dean explained. “We would go tonight, but Sam said he wanted to catch a few hours of sleep first.” He added.

“I’m not really tired, if you want to come hang out in here while your brother’s asleep.” You offered, holding the door open.

Dean looked up at you, the shock on his face almost making you laugh. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from doing it. Dean glanced around, almost like he was waiting for Candid Camera to come out of the bushes.

“Yeah, thanks.” He finally said and stepped inside. “Wine, huh?” He teased when he saw the bottle.

“Don’t knock it til you try it.” You replied, sitting back against the headboard and flipping through the movie channels. Dean chuckled and sat on the other side.

“I’ll stick to the hunter’s helper.” He told you, holding up the flask from his jacket pocket before opening it and taking a sip.

You settled on a movie and the two of you watched without saying much. It was comfortable to be with him like this, almost like the last 6 months had never happened, except that the two of you would have been wrapped up like a burrito by now if it hadn’t. You found yourself sneaking a glance or two at him when you thought he wasn’t looking, and you even caught him doing it once.

“I’m sorry.” Dean said, his voice barely a whisper as the credits rolled on the TV.

“For what?” You asked, confused. Dean paused and you leaned on your side to look at him.

“Everything.” He answered finally, his eyes shifting to the side to meet yours.

“Dean…you don’t have to…” You whispered, but Dean held up his hand to stop you.

“I know I don’t, but you deserve to hear it.” He began. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away like I did.”

“I get it. I really do. You fight so much every single day. You fight against monsters and the evil in the world, you fight against demons and angels, even Lucifer himself.” You said. “Its just….”

“Just what?” He asked when you paused. You took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words to explain what you felt. Dean just watched and waited patiently.

“I just wanted you to fight for me for once, just once.” You explained and his face fell.

“Sweetheart… I will always fight for you” He swore, reaching out to hold your face in his hand. “If I ever made you feel different I am so sorry.”

“You mean that?” You asked, searching his eyes for the truth.

“Hell yeah.” He answered and you let out a giggle at his enthusiasm. “You and Sam are the most important people in the world to me. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for either of you.”

Dean reached down and cautiously placed his hand over yours, your fingers dancing with his until you were holding hands. Your anger was gone now, replaced with a comfort that only Dean was ever able to give you.

You felt it in everything; his touch, his scent, his warmth, his heartbeat, even the way his chest moved with every breath he took. He made you feel safe, allowing you to completely relax.

You could feel your eyes fighting to stay awake, but wine always did relax you and make you sleepy. It was why you had poured the glass in the first place. You needed a little help after the events of the past few days. You felt Deans finger tracing your face as he moved a fallen strand of hair from your eyes.

“I’ll let you sleep.” He said, and pulled back to get up. He stopped when he felt your hand on his arm.

“Don’t go.” You pleaded, your eyes opening to look up at his face. “Stay with me, just for tonight.”

“Is that just the wine talking?” He asked teasing, but wanting to know honestly.

“No. It’s me.” You promised. Dean laid back against the pillow again and you scooted closer until your head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you.

“I missed this.” You whispered. “I missed you.”

“Truth?” He asked, and you nodded. “I never stopped missing you. I still love you, Y/N”

You leaned your head back so you could look at his face, only inches away from yours. His words surprised you. Before you even realized what you were doing, you pressed your lips on his.

“I love you too, Dean.”

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