#i also heard would’ve could’ve should’ve x i know places and tis the damn season x daylight guys

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yes i heard the bolter x getaway car live… yes i was there for the first ever live performance of crazier it doesn’t get more surreal then this

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Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Six)

Summary: The end is here...or is it?

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: some season 15 spoilers, language

Word Count: 5200+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: This series will slightly follow season 15 as a baseline.

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Jack.

Y/N’s hunter instincts immediately went into action as she grabbed the silver knife she regularly held in the inside of her boot. Luckily most monsters had some kind of affliction with silver if this Jack was a monster. Holding the pointed end towards the intruder, her eyes wandered from Jack’s dead body to this new Jack before her. “Who the hell are you? How did you get in here? And change your damn face!”

The new Jack tilted his head. “Is something wrong with my face?”

 “I’m serious. Change it. This isn’t funny.” Y/N held her gaze at the intruder.

“But I cannot. This is my face.” Jack stated.

Y/N had heard enough of whatever game this monster was playing as she lunged forward, only to find herself going through the boy as he disappeared and then reappeared behind her. She turned around and stared at him in disbelief. “J-Jack? You’re a ghost?”

“Hm, I suppose I am now.” Jack articulated the idea.

Of course, he was a ghost. It would make sense. They hadn’t given him a proper hunter’s funeral yet and he must’ve been still tied to his human body. Putting away her knife, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had been around this whole time.

As if he had read her thoughts, Jack continued talking, “I’ve been in the empty. I don’t quite understand how I got back here, but if I get to see you, then I’m okay with it.” The boy smiled at her.

At that moment, Y/N had wished more than anything that she could hug him. Hell, she was sure the boys would’ve wanted too also. The boys… Her mind wandered to the Winchester brothers and the angel. Everyone had shared the same guilt that somehow Jack had died because of them. “I should get the others. They’d want to see you too and know that you’re okay...kind of?”

“I can’t stay long.” Jack quickly spoke up as she was about to head to the hallway.

Stopping in her tracks, she looked at the boy questioningly. “Why not? Is something after you? A reaper?”

“No, I already met one. She was nice. I’m here to tell you I know how to stop God.” Jack shared as he began to flicker out. “Find Belphegor.” He managed to let out before he vanished completely.

Y/N had reached out to him as he began flickering and when he vanished completely, she yelled out his name. “Jack? Jack! Wait! Where did you go? Jack!” When he didn’t reappear, she looked down at the ground as her hands fisted by her side. She’d find this Belphegor that Jack mentioned and bring down Chuck once and for all.

A few seconds later, a deep voice by the door interrupted with a knock. “Y/N?”

The huntress turned around to find the older Winchester entering the room as he glanced over at the kid’s body. As she was about to share what had just happened to her, Dean spoke first after taking a deep breathe in.

“I’ll keep saying this for as long as I live. I’m sorry.” Dean walked towards her as he stopped in front. “I hate this. Whatever it is going on between us right now.”

It looked like the talk was finally happening. Perhaps it was for the best, she’d need him to help her take down Chuck and find this Belphegor. The two always worked better together than against each other. After what had happened recently, that was proof enough. And a part of her missed him, even during the times that they were on different sides. Reaching out for his hand, she looked down at them. “I do too…”

 Dean continued the speech he had been mentally preparing for after his talk with his brother. “I was being stupid before. You’ve always been the one there for me, whether I asked for it or not. I should’ve stopped and questioned myself the moment you drove off. I should’ve gone after you too. I was just so blinded by my mother’s death and wanted something to blame, something I could kill…and it turned into someone we all cared for. And now, even he’s dead…because of me.” He glanced over at Jack’s body as her eyes followed his.

She squeezed his hands, “Dean, it’s not your fault. We were all just pawns on Chuck’s chessboard to help him get what he wanted. And sadly, he did. He got exactly what he wanted. Not in the way he wanted and that’s what matters. You didn’t pull the trigger. You realized, even at the last second, that what you were doing was wrong. And it was at that moment where I had forgiven you for all of it.”

The green-eyed hunter found himself finally making eye contact with her. “How? I still got Jack killed. If it wasn’t for me, Chuck wouldn’t have had the chance to get to him.”

She sympathetically smiled at him as she placed one of her hands on his cheek. “Chuck always knew where he was. He’s god after all. Dean, we all blame ourselves in some way for Jack’s death. I could’ve tried better to stop you, instead of walking away as I did. We’ve all made mistakes that led to what had happened.” She could feel her eyes begin to grow watery again, but she fought against it as best as she could. “But no matter what happened, I would always be there for you Dean. I need you, even if you’re being a stubborn jerk.” A chuckle escaped her lips in a small attempt to change the mood, to avoid crying anymore.

His fingers found the skin under her eyes as he wiped away a stray tear. Dean’s hand slid down under her chin as he tilted it up slightly and leaned forward pressing his lips to hers gently. After everything that had happened, this kiss seemed to wash their differences away. She returned the kiss till he pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. “I need you too. More than you know.” For what seemed like a long time, the two stood in silence, their foreheads against one another as they felt themselves reconnecting.

A clear of the throat interrupted the moment, “Glad to see you two finally worked things out.” Sam entered the room with a smile, holding his laptop in one hand. Castiel had followed behind him.

“We have a problem.” Sam shared with a frown. “So get this, at first all the spirits from hell seemed to have been rising everywhere in the world, but now they all seem to be gathered in one area. Also the broken body parts you boxed up earlier that tagged along with you all, it stopped moving. It’s almost like the spirit is no longer in it.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked as he stood away from you, near his brother.

“Nothing good.” Cas answered as his eyes couldn’t seem to tear away from Jack’s body since entering the room.

“Where is this place that they’ve gathered?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask.

Sam chuckled as he turned his laptop to show his brother and Y/N. “Harlan, Kansas.”

“I sensed a collection of energy there.” Cas added in.

“Isn’t that near where we were before? The cemetery?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, it’s not too far. I’m with Cas, if they’re gathering in one place, that’s never a good thing.” The younger Winchester shut his laptop as he too glanced over at Jack’s body. “We should probably…”

“No.” The angel spoke quickly.

Y/N could see the pain and guilt on Castiel’s face still. He wasn’t ready to accept Jack’s death. Even though she wasn’t ready either, she knew Sam only wanted to give Jack the same respect all hunter’s got when they passed away. However, it may have still been a bit too soon for everyone to get their heads wrapped around the idea of burning his body. “We should probably head to Harlan ASAP. I agree that the undead being in one place sounds like trouble. We need to figure out what’s going on and try to stop it before it happens if we can.” Y/N suggested to everyone, changing the topic back to the possible immediate danger at hand.

“I can roll with that plan. We leave in 20!” Dean announced as he went off to prepare his belongings for the trip. Sam also agreed, leaving after his brother.

Castiel finally tore his eyes away from Jack’s form and looked over at Y/N. “Thank you.”

She smiled back as she headed off to prepare her things as well, completely forgetting her brief conversation with the ghostly form of Jack.

- - -

Arriving in the town of Harlan Kansas, it looked to be just another normal day. Families and pedestrians were walking along the sidewalk, window shopping by the small-town stores. Some were really shopping as they held bags of purchased materials. The place was far from what they all were expecting with a town that had the undead gathering in it.

“Huh.” Sam looked around, confused in the front seat.

Y/N shared the same expression in the back, as Dean caught both of the looks. “Alright, what’s wrong with you two?” The older Winchester asked.

“Well, you’d think if spirits or the undead from hell were all gathered in one place, there would be…I don’t know, chaos?” Y/N shared her thoughts.

Sam chimed in, “Definitely shouldn’t be this calm.”

Dean looked around at the town as they drove through. It hit him that his brother and Y/N had made a good point. In a way, he couldn’t help but think that maybe this once, they were being given a break. Hopeful thinking, of course. Parking off to the side, the older Winchester was about to ask what would their plan be when the younger one stepped out of the car. With curious eyes in the Impala, everyone left watched as Sam shrugged on an FBI button-up and headed straight to the town’s sheriff who had been standing not too far ahead of them. Castiel, who seemed to have realized Sam’s plan, followed behind him as they both began interacting with the sheriff.

“Guess we’re going with that plan.” Dean commented as he threw on the same FBI button up and then threw the one for Y/N in the back.

Y/N put the smaller sized button-up on as well. She and Dean could faintly make out what Sam and Cas were talking to the sheriff about. The keyword they both heard being ‘evacuation’.  

Leaning forward against the front seats on the impala, Y/N had her eyes on the trench coat wearing angel, “Do you think bringing Cas was a good idea?”

Before they had left, Castiel was set on staying. He did not want to leave Jack’s body at all. Dean and Sam insisted that since what was happening may have been Chuck’s doing again, they’d need him. It wasn’t until Y/N asked kindly that the angel conceded without a fuss. A bit odd, but as long as it worked.

A breath of air was released as Dean answered, “He can’t stay with the kid’s body forever. He needs space to accept what happened. We all do.”

She leaned back on the backseat, knowing Dean was right this once. One of the back doors of the impala opened. Expecting Cas, Y/N was met with a young man, probably in his early 20s, wearing sunglasses. She looked at the boy confused.

“I think you have the wrong car, kid.” Dean stated as he looked back at the new kid.

The kid in question smiled. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m in the right car. Chevy Impala 1967.”

Y/N looked over at Dean raising a brow and giving him the look asking if this boy could be a possible danger.

Dean sighed, “Hey kid, you’re right about the car but I know for a fact you’re not supposed to be here. You don’t know us. So hit the road.”

“You’re Dean and Y/N, right?” The boy asked. “You both are much better looking than the stories describe. Actually, everyone in this time is much better looking. I’ll tell ya when I was alive way back in the day, everyone was pretty ugly with humps and then we’d be praying to this rock that looked like a giant pe-”

The click of a gun shut the young man up as Dean had it pointed at him. It was hidden strategically under his arm to cover it from pedestrians walking by. Y/N had reached for her silver knife in her boot while the boy in question talked. She held it near the seat but pointing in the direction of the stranger as well.

“Who the hell are you? And how do you know who we are?” Dean asked with a serious tone.

The boy held his hands up. “Woah, Woah. I’m on your guy’s side. I even brought all those souls that escaped from hell here and I was waiting for you guys to show up.”

“Why?” Y/N questioned.

The boy sighed, with his hands still in the air. “A peace offering so you wouldn’t kill me on the spot?”

She brought the knife closer to his side, “Why would we kill you on the spot?”

The boy started to move his hands towards his sunglasses but Dean shook his head telling the boy to think again before moving.

“Alright, if you won’t let me show you, I’ll have to tell you. BUT you have to promise to hear me out first before either shooting or stabbing me please.” The boy pleaded, looking between Y/N and Dean.

The two hunters looked at each other and mentally agreed to it.

“Okay, start talking kid.” Dean demanded, the gun still pointed at the boy.

“The names Belphegor. I’m a demon, not any important demon. I worked in hell as a torturer. I quite liked my job down there and to put it simply, I’d like that job back, along with the souls I’m ordered to torment.” The boy explained.

The moment Y/N heard his name, she remembered her small conversation with Jack. Jack had told her to look for him and here he was served right to her. But why would Jack send her to go after a demon?

Dean, of course, had a hard time believing the kid. “Get out.” He ordered. “We don’t need a Crowley Jr. We don’t need any demons help.”

“But I can help you guys!” The boy responded. “The spell I used before only temporarily gathered all of hell’s souls here, but I know another spell that can keep them here till you guys do what you do and figure out a way to get all of us back into hell.”

“No, get out!” Dean raised his voice.

Belphegor sighed as he shook his head. He knew this would be a hard task to work with the infamous Winchesters, but he thought maybe Sam would be more reasonable and decided he would be his next stop.

“Wait!” Y/N yelled as the boy was about to get out of the car. If Jack told her to find this demon boy, who was offering to help them, then she’d take it even if the boys wouldn’t agree.

“Y/N….” Dean gave her a stern look, questioning why she stopped the boy from leaving.

“Dean…” Her eyes met with his. She’d have to find time to tell him and the others later that she saw Jack and that he told her to search for this demon. For now, she’d need to find another way to get Dean to agree to work with this demon. “Let’s give this boy a chance. He has more of a plan than any of us at the moment. We honestly don’t know what the hell we are going to do and we have no idea what is happening. The only thing he has confirmed so far for us is that there isn’t something bigger going on here to have all the souls, or spirits, or whatever from hell to be gathered here. They were brought here against their will, thanks to his spell. And if we can keep them from spreading throughout the world and keep the fight local, I think we should consider helping him with this other spell he has in mind. You don’t have to trust him. I’ll keep an eye on him. But trust me.”

The older Winchester was internally fighting himself. He didn’t want to work with a demon, but he also didn’t want to go against Y/N again. He hesitated in answering till he huffed in defeat, “Fine. You’re explaining this to Sam and Cas.” He rolled his eyes at his turned his back to them.

The boy smiled at Y/N as she returned it with an awkward one. She was hoping that she was making the right choice or that Jack knew what he was doing when he told her to find Belphegor.

When Sam and Cas came back and found an extra body in Baby, Y/N introduced Belphegor. She began explaining what the demon had shared with her and Dean earlier. Sam and Cas were adamant, but Sam seemed a bit more lenient out of all the boys. The younger Winchester then shared that it was a good thing he and Cas told the Sheriff to evacuate the town. Sam asked Belphagor about the spell that would keep the souls in one spot. The demon summarized it as one big mile-wide circle of salt that would include the cemetery where any more souls escaping hell would be trapped as well. The keyword to hurting these souls from hell seemed to be salt, the ultimate weapon against any supernatural creature.

It was decided that Castiel and Sam would go door to door to help the townspeople evacuate and to also check for any signs of the undead or souls appearing. Dean and Y/N would help Belphegor gather the ingredients needed for this big salt circle spell. It was a pretty convenient spell with only two ingredients needed: a big bag of salt and unfortunately, a human heart.

Dean pulled Y/N aside, while Belphegor stood by the impala. “Where the hell are we going to get a human heart?”

“A morgue?” She shrugged.

Dean eyed her as he already had that idea in mind, it was the ingredient itself that he had an issue with. “I mean, why does he need a human heart?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I don’t know, Dean. This is the first I’ve heard of the spell and we don’t exactly have time to research if it’s legit. How about giving Rowena a call? In the meantime, I can go to the morgue and see if there’s a heart around. You get the salt.”

When she turned around, she found the boy on the ground. She quickly ran over and kneeled as the boy began stirring awake again. Dean was right behind her. “Belphegor?” Y/N called out.

The boy took the sunglasses off and looked up at Y/N, very confused. “Who is that? Who are you?!” The kid got up, clearly shaken and then ran off.

Dean groaned aloud, “Great! See! This is why I knew we shouldn’t work with a damn demon!”

“Hello!” Another voice spoke from behind, a familiar voice.

Y/N and Dean turned to look behind them as Y/N stood back up. “Jack?” The older Winchester questioned. The two both immediately noticed the lack of eyes on Jack, which caused Y/N to stop herself from running towards the boy.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I know you guys aren’t pro-possession and figured I’d ditch that old body and inhabit a dead one. This was the closest one I could find.” The kid shared.

“Belphegor?” The huntress asked.

The kid walked forward towards the sunglasses that were left behind as he picked it up and placed them on. “Much better. Blending.” He semi-posed then faced Y/N and Dean. “Anyways, back to the bag of salt and human heart that we need. We getting them or not?”

Y/N was speechless. A part of her was upset for the demon using Jack’s body, but another part of her thought maybe this was Jack’s doing. Unfortunately, the former was a stronger feeling. It was too soon for her. She grabbed the jacket Jack last wore by the collar as she pushed the demon against the impala. “GET THE HELL OUT OF HIM!” She screamed.

Luckily this portion of the town had been the first to evacuate, otherwise, this would have been quite a scene for the norm. Dean reacted fast the moment he saw her move. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her away and turned her around to face him. “Hey, calm down.” She struggled against his hold to get loose when she didn’t even realize her eyes were beginning to water. Dean noticed as he pulled her into an embrace. “Hey! Listen to me. You need to calm down, we have a job to do right now.”

“No! I can’t! I won’t!” Y/N mumbled against his chest. “I don’t care if this is a part of his plan. I don’t care that he told me to find him.”

Dean heard every word that she spoke, which brought him confusion. He placed his hands on her arms and pulled her a bit away from him to look at her. “What are you talking about, Y/N? Who told you to find who? Talk to me, sweetheart.”

She looked up at him as she wiped her eyes. “Jack. I saw him back at the bunker before we had our talk. He told me to look for him.” Her eyes darted over at Belphegor. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you till now. I swear I was going to tell you after we got the spell done. I was going to tell all of you.”

Dean didn’t feel betrayed as he usually would have after having information withheld from him. A part of him understood that a lot was going on still and it was still a fresh cut for Y/N. He took a deep breath in and out, as he pushed down his need to question the hell out of her at the moment. “It’s okay. Tell me later after the spell is done as you planned. I’ll stick with the kid and you go look for a heart at the town morgue.”

Y/N nodded her head as she adjusted herself to calm down. She glanced at Belphegor in Jack’s body, who smiled at her as she headed out to do the task at hand with a salt gun.

- - -

Before reaching the morgue, of course, Y/N ran into some trouble as she witnessed the death of the town sheriff. The culprit was a woman dressed in white. “Let me take a wild guess here, the woman in white who haunts highways? Or at least some version of the multiple stories that are around?” The huntress asked sarcastically as she pointed her salt gun at the woman.

The woman in white smiled as she flickered before Y/N. “You share the same smell as the ones that brought me home.”

“Uh, thanks? Now, bye.” Y/N shared as she shot her salt gun, causing the woman in white to disappear. She went to the sheriff as she double-checked for a pulse, hoping he would still be alive somehow. The moment it was confirmed that the sheriff was dead, the woman in white reappeared and threw Y/N against the dumpster nearby.

The shot and ruckus were heard by Dean and Belphegor, as they came running into action. Dean immediately went to Y/N, dropping the bag of salt by the sheriff’s body. “You okay?”

Y/N nodded her head as she was helped up.

“We have the last ingredient now.” Belphegor stated holding the sheriff’s bloody heart, smiling. The woman in white re-appeared by the demon in Jack’s body. “Oh no. Bad Ghost. Bad.” The demon called out at the soul as he placed his hands in front as a poor way to stop her advance, which obviously wouldn’t work.

The woman just stood there staring at the demon when Dean shot her from behind. “Do the spell!” Dean yelled as he stood alert waiting for the woman in white to reappear. Y/N held her gun, ready to fire as well, despite the small sting she felt on her arm.

The demon opened the big bag of salt that Dean bought from the store earlier as he spilled it on the ground in front of him. As Belphegor chanted the spell, before he could use the heart, the woman in white appeared before him. With a smirk, the demon dropped the heart on top of the pile of salt.

The moment the heart contacted with the salt, a circular burst of energy expanded from the source of the heart and salt. Y/N felt it somehow, unlike Dean who showed no reaction. They waited for a moment to see if the woman in white would re-appear. And when she didn’t, Dean suggested they get the hell out of there and meet back up with Sammy and Cas.

- - -

The town’s people of Harlan had evacuated at a school, just outside of the salt circle spell. Sam and Cas had ended up helping a mother and daughter, to which Dean brought to the evacuation point. Sam took point as he left to bring the mother and daughter in, while also speaking with the town authorities to check on the evacuation status.

Back at the impala, there were disagreements with Belphegor’s new choice of meat suit. The demon found the group's dispute to be awkward as he made himself scarce. Dean was surprisingly on the side that didn’t want the demon out of Jack’s body ASAP. As Castiel was about to leave upset, Dean found himself raising his voice at Y/N. “Your arm!” Both men made their way over to her.

“Well, that explains the stinging earlier.” Y/N commented as she inspected the hole that was created from a cut along her arm. Her blood had stained the sleeve of the FBI button-up she wore, which is how Dean noticed the cut in the first place.

“You probably got this when the bitch threw you against the dumpster.” Dean explained as Cas overheard.

Castiel went straight to her as he brought his hand over the cut, “I will take care of this.” Within seconds, the cut was gone and her skin was all healed. The angel cleared his throat, which she found a bit curious. “I should check everything to make sure nothing else is hurt.” He eyed her, waiting for permission.

Y/N looked at the angel raising a brow, “Uh, sure. Go for it.”

When he had said he would check everything, the angel meant it as his hand hovered over almost her entire body. She caught him relieving a sigh before he stood up and then made his way to leave.

The older Winchester thanked Cas, despite the small tension from before as he caught Y/N’s interested look watching the angel walk away. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Hm? Yeah.” She answered. The throw hurt like a bitch, but she doubted that anything serious was injured. Her mind led her to think that maybe Cas was scared to lose another person he cared for and that was why he had the brief moment of relief on his face as he scanned her for any more injuries that weren’t present.

“So you want to tell me the whole ghost whispering story with Jack?” The older Winchester asked as he opened the trunk of the impala.

Y/N joined him by the opened trunk. “He said he knew of a way to stop Chuck, but before he could go into detail, it seemed like he was losing his connection to here, so he was flickering out a lot. The only thing he managed to say before he disappeared completely was to find Belphegor.”

“Well, we found him. Have any way of contacting Jack again?” Dean asked as Sam returned.

“Contacting Jack? What did I miss?” Sam questioned as he began re-loading the gun he had been using throughout the day.

Y/N didn’t know why, but something felt different with Sam now. Before she could ask if he was okay, the younger Winchester hissed from feeling a slight sting on his shoulder, the shoulder where he got shot from shooting Chuck.

“That shoulder bothering you now?” Dean asked his brother.

“A little, not much. It’s probably because I haven’t exactly rested it…is all.” Sam answered as he looked away. Y/N had an inkling that the younger Winchester was hiding something.

“Why don’t you have Cas heal you?” Dean asked.

“No.” Sam answered a bit too quickly, which only increased Y/N’s suspicions that he was indeed hiding something. “I’m fine. It’s probably better for him to save some angel juice for an emergency.” He suggested.

Dean wasn’t having it but he wouldn’t push his brother towards the angel either, “Alright, if you want it that way, then at least have Y/N or I check on it.”

“Fine, fine, later.” Sam continued talking, “So what were you guys talking about concerning Jack before I got here?”

Dean looked over at Y/N, eyeing her to share her story again.

She sighed, as she knew she would need to repeat it again with Cas eventually. If only she could say it once with everyone present. “Jack appeared to me back in the bunker, when I went to trade places with Cas. I haven’t seen him since but he told me he knew how to stop Chuck. And then he told me to find Belphegor before disappearing.”

“Ah, so that’s one of the reasons he’s still alive.” Sam realized as Dean rolled his eyes. “Jack letting him use his body part of the plan too?”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes. “Maybe? I’m not all too sure. And I’d rather the demon not.” She stated. “But since he’s been useful, I can deal. For now.”

The additional cars showing up caught the younger Winchester’s attention for a second, “So when Chuck said ‘Welcome to the End’, I guess this is what he meant?” He watched as the people ran out of the cars they drove. Fear visible on all of their faces.

Y/N fisted her free hand in a ball. “It seems so. Screw that bastard. I swear I’ll-”

“Alright, alright…” Dean interrupted. “That’s enough talk. You…” He looked over at Y/N, handing her a new loaded shotgun. “…take your anger out on the ghosts. And you…” He turned to his brother. “…go find Cas and then call every hunter we know. We need all the help we can get. Y/N or I will meet you later inside to check on your shoulder.”

Pulling the fore-end of the shotgun back, Y/N looked at the boys, “So us three versus every soul in Hell?”

“I like those odds.” Dean finally grinned as he made eye contact with her.

Sam managed to smile slightly too as he agreed.

“Well, you know what that means. We got work to do.” And then the older Winchester slammed the trunk of the impala closed.

Next: Part Seven

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