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starshine-wagner · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Josh Kiszka x fem!reader

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Warnings: talk of grieving and death, depression, general angst

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

This small stretch of beach had always been my safe space. It was a spot for just me and my feelings to simply be. The cold whip of the wind on my face was always like a reset… a cleansing, gentle slap from the world. I never minded the sand finding its way into my boots now and then. It kept me grounded.

Every time I climbed the hilly dune, it was like I was crossing the boundary between weight and freedom. Over the hill, to the ocean, I’d find real peace, even if just for a moment.

The summertime found this beach full of color from tourists’ umbrellas, childrens’ kites, the bright green sea grass, and the deep blue of the ocean. However, it’s here in the off-months that I feel most at home. When the water is a frothing grey. When the grass has faded to a brownish-olive. When tourists are long gone and back in their cozy city lives. When the rocks along the shore tumble along with no one to pick through them and take home a hidden treasure.

So, when Josh came to visit my home for the first time, I knew just where I’d take him. He’d been asking for months to make the trip, but I put it off, making excuses of all kinds. It seemed so… intimate… to let him into that part of my life.

He was my best friend, yes. But that was it. Nothing more. He’d already taken hold of my present and, most likely, my yearning future. Did I want him peeking into parts of my past, as well? There was a reason I’d left home to forget.

“You driving?” he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yeah, lemme just tell th- her. Tell her we’re going. Wanna go start the car for me?”

Josh ran out the door ahead of me to get the heat going in my car. It was January, and the ocean chill had firmly settled in this part of New England. I let my mom know we were out and would be back for dinner before following Josh out to my car. I hopped in the driver’s seat and backed out of the driveway. The red family minivan was a showstopper… in the worst of ways. The engine made a squeaky noise every time I sped up and the backseat door on the left side didn’t have a handle anymore. Still, it got us where we needed to go. We only lived a few miles from the shore, so I wasn’t worried about the van. If we were making a long road trip, that would be another story.

“You know, I haven’t spent much time at beaches. Of course we’d go to Saginaw Bay. That was fun. But only a few times a year, really. Not much of a beach family.”

“Lake Huron is not a real beach, Josh. If there’s not the looming threat of being eaten by a shark, it’s not a real beach!”

“All right, all right.” He patted my knee before taking back his hand and placing it on his lap. Don’t take it back. “Hey, wasn’t Jaws filmed around here? One of my favorites. Let me Google it. No wonder Spielberg liked it so much out here…” He went to whip out his phone, but I was quicker.

“It was, but over on one of the islands. We could take the ferry over tomorrow if you’d like.”

I turned up the radio and tuned it to the hits station, just for some background noise. It covered up the squeaky engine well enough. Josh had his head back on the headrest, turned to look out the window. I peeled my eyes from the roads I knew like the back of my hand to peek over at him. His jaw tensed and relaxed while his hands fidgeted in his lap. I love your hands. I could see his eyes in the reflection of the window. Closed and deep in thought.

It wasn’t weird for us to sit in silence. We were so comfortable that, if anything, the silence felt like an interaction of its own. A permission, as if to say, “you don’t need to perform here. Just be.” It wasn’t always like that with other people. I guess that’s why I enjoyed being around him so much. He set me at ease. That must be it. I don’t have a secret, forbidden, terrible, embarrassing, hopeless crush on him. I am just comfortable for once…

When I pulled up to the lot, which boasted a grand total of 4 parking spots, I was not surprised to find that we were the only ones here. Any time between June and August, there would be no way to get a spot at this time of day. Alas, those times were long gone.

“Woah. You weren’t kidding. This is small.”

From where the car was parked, all we could see was a giant mound of sand and seagrass. The ocean was just on the other side of the dune. I took a deep breath, absorbing as much heat from the car as I could, before stepping out. Josh made his way around the car to my side, hands in his pockets, and gave me a nudge with his elbow.

“Lead the way, then, chief!”

“Hmm. Race you to the top!” I started running. Well, more like attempting to fast-walk while sinking into the shifting sand. Josh was a few steps behind, clearly struggling too.

“Damn. This is harder than it looks!”

“Get used to it, Midwest boy.” I retorted, feeling a little smug. Finally, something the guy couldn’t do better than me.

“Wow,” he said at the top of the dune.

“Yup.” We stood catching our breath as we looked out at the ocean. It was a windy day, so the waves were a bit choppy and the air threatened to cut through my jacket. Josh’s fingers twitched a bit, probably because he didn’t have a sufficient amount of layers to keep himself warm. I peeked over at him past the fringe of my hair blowing in the wind. He was scanning the shore from West to East taking it all in. You’d think he’d never seen the ocean before.

“Shall we?” I broke the silence. His only response was a smiley smirk and a nod. We meandered down the dune towards the more packed, darker sand of the immediate shoreline.

“Woah! Check it out!” He let go of me and ran a few yards over before squatting down to look at something. “The hell is that?” he asked. “Did we just find an alien…?”

“You, good sir, have just found yourself a horseshoe crab. Congratulations!” I bent over to see that the top of its shell was cracked. A seagull had clearly gotten to it before we did. As I reached down to flip it over and see the underside, Josh wacked my hand.

“What are you doing?! Crazy ass…”

“No, I’m showing you the cool part, look! It won’t hurt me. It’s dead.” I flipped it over and showed Josh the belly of the crab. It’s 10 legs and stingray-like tail made it look intimidating, but it really was a gentle little creature. Once Josh realized it really wouldn’t hurt, he leaned in closer to take a look. He was always so intrigued by the smallest of things. He was a man who loved to learn, who loved to take in new sights, sounds, and knowledge everywhere he went. It was charming, and one of the reasons I’d come to care for him so much. He took a seat on a rock from the nearby jetty to do some wikipedia research - a real scientist move.

I took a moment to close my eyes and gather myself. I had no reason to be anxious about taking him here. This was Josh. He was my best friend. We’d only known each other for eight months or so, but we became close so quickly. He knew most everything there was to know about my current life. My dislikes, likes, habits, hobbies, Chipotle order, the shampoo I used, and the specific times in the morning that my alarms went off. He knew my grandparents by name and asked about them often. He knew how to cheer me on a dreary day and how to calm me down after a fight with my roommates. Maybe he didn’t know much about my past. So what? That was then, and this was now.

Deep breath in.

Eyes open, fixed on the horizon.

Deep breath out.

I called out to him.

“Josh?” He’d sit there all day, even in the cold, if I didn’t snap him out of Google-scholar mode.

“Right. Sorry. That thing is just so cool. I can’t believe I’ve never seen one before. Remind me to look it up again when we get back?” He stood up, putting his phone back in the pocket of his khaki-colored pants.

“You got it.” I laughed. We made our way up to the point where the crashing waves met the wet sand. Low-tide was on its way. Tentatively, he bit his lip and turned ever so slightly to me.

“You okay?”

“Yeah of course! Why…did I do something?”

“Just checking.” He seemed satisfied with that.

“Here, follow me.” I grabbed his hand to pull him up to my pace before letting go. “I’m going to show you the best part.” We stumbled along the rocks and I nearly had to catch him several times as he slipped on the wet rocks left behind by the receding ocean. If I was proud of anything, it was my native ability to navigate the shoreline’s treachery with ease. He, on the other hand, was sputtering out various “fucks” and “shits” and “goddammits.”

“It might sound dumb, but this is my favorite spot.” We finally stopped at the edge of the sand. This part of the beach curved out, creating its own sort of peninsula into the sea. It was essentially an island of rocks. “If you stand right… one second,” I took a large step to the furthest rock, and faced back to him, “here. If you stand right here and look forward, it looks like you’re in the middle of the ocean.” I shuffled back around, keeping my balance on the rock, and took my hands out of my pockets. My face to the sky. Here, there was nothing but me and the vast promise of the waters. Deep breath. “Okay you try!”

I reached out for Josh, using his shoulders to balance as we traded spots, me now on the smaller pile and him on the big rock at the end.

“I hate admitting this to you right now, but I’m kind of fucking scared,” he laughed. His eyes were essentially screaming as he gripped my shoulders and refused to let go or stand up straight, teeth still bared in a nervous grin.

“You’re gonna be fine, J, just focus. You should be good at this with all that yoga shit, right?”

“Okay well that’s in my living room. Not on a slippery chunk of mineral at the edge of a frozen wasteland of sharks and fish and seaweed…” With that, he let go and turned.

“Good! See! Okay, now just lift your chin a little and look out at the horizon.” He did as I said. I couldn’t see his face from where I stood, but I saw his shoulders relax a bit and his back inflate as he took a deep breath. The smell of low-tide, though not always the most traditionally pleasant, was a comfort. It reminded me of days spent on the beach with my… with Dad.

Dad. It was hard coming home since he died. I hated even thinking about it. He wasn’t there to greet me at the door with some embarrassing nickname. He wasn’t there to insist on teaching me how to make Chicken Parmesan for the sixth time. He wasn’t blasting some political YouTube talk show on his phone in the middle of the living room. Taking Josh here knowing that Dad wouldn’t be here felt wrong. I wasn’t showing him my home. Not really. Sure, it was where I grew up. Where I loved and cherished and longed for. But it wasn’t complete. It never would be again.

Before I knew it, my eyes started to fill with tears. Shit. I didn’t want to cry today. But, dammit, this felt so terrible. I didn’t want to distract Josh from his moment on the rock. His moment in the middle of nowhere and everywhere at once. I kept my sniffles well-timed in accordance with each wave that broke at Josh’s feet. I dared to take my hands out of my pockets and wipe the tears from both of my eyes. I didn’t want him to see me.

“Don’t you thi- hey.” He had turned around. “Hey, what’s… can I…” Ugh.

“Hey! Nothing! I-“

“You’re crying.” Very astute observation.

“No, the wind. It’s just so… ya know. It stings… I guess.”

“I know you better than that, chief. Come on.” In an unexpected rush of confidence, he leapt off the rock. Once on my level, he grabbed my hand - oh - and led me back toward the sea grass and sand.

“I really don’t ne-“

“Shut up and sit with me,” he smiled, shaking his head. He sat down on the slope of the dune, back to the grass, and let go of my hand to pat the spot next to him with an expectant look on his face. I gave in, knowing we probably wouldn’t last long on the chill of the ground.

“I know you’ve been a little off. I’m not blind. What’s up? For real this time.” His eyes pleaded with me to open up, and every part of me wanted to let my deluge of emotions spill onto him. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t mess this up. I wouldn’t be a ‘needy bitch’ again.

“Josh, you know I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know..” He put his hand on my knee and shifted a little closer to my side. “But I hate this. I hate knowing you’re upset and not knowing how to fix it. You’re my… you’re my best friend.”

I tilted my head to the left and let my hair fall between us. A little curtain of privacy. A brief moment of respite.

And then I broke.

I didn’t mean for an ugly sob to fall out of my mouth. I didn’t mean for my tears to fall across my cheeks and onto my jeans below, staining them the saddest color blue I’ve ever seen. I didn’t mean for him to feel my breaths come in heaving gasps as I fought every instinct I had. But there I was. And so was he. Still there. Not retreating. Shouldn’t he be backing off by now?

The most gentle, “hey,” whispered across his lips as he came close and enveloped me in his arms. I stayed tense, not wanting to go there, not allowing myself to hug him back. But, it didn’t last long.

I let go into him. I grabbed the back of his jacket in my fist and squeezed it with all my strength, my face tucked into the space between his collar and his neck. My tears fell onto his skin and raced down his collarbones, and he began to rub my back with his thumb while his other hand held the back of my head. He pulled me even tighter against him. I felt the pain seeping out of me and onto him as we sat there. I hated myself for forcing him into this position.

“You’re okay. You’re okay,” he kept repeating so quietly, barely louder than the sound of the waves crashing. So patient. He didn’t rush me as I worked myself back to a calm to the rhythm of his strokes against my back.

“You know, you’re really comfy,” I managed to squeak out, hoping to lighten the moment just a bit. I felt the rumble against his chest as he chuckled in response. I pulled back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just, cry in front of you like that. I don’t really know what happened.”

He winced and scrunched his brows together as he lifted the hand that had been holding me to my cheek to wipe off a stray tear that his chest hadn’t caught.

“Don’t say that. Don’t apologize.”

“I don’t want you to be… ya know… like, a burden or anything. We’re having so much fun and I’m so glad you’re here.”

“A burden? Why…” he almost looked offended, “I mean, why would you even say that?”

“I just mean. Like. Friends aren’t supposed to put that kind of stuff on each other.”

He thought a moment. His knee bounced a little beside mine.

“What if we aren’t supposed to be friends?”

Ah, yes. The moment I’d been waiting for. The exact reason I was hesitant to open up in the first place. He didn’t want to be my friend anymore. Immediately, I was brought back to three years ago. Sitting in a world of hurt in my college dorm room, screaming into my pillow, leaving the door locked and my phone unanswered for days. The depression had taken a turn for the worse about a month after Dad died and I was supposed to be back to my daily routine. On the rare occasions I did leave my room, I made it a point not to see anyone I knew. If I did, I feared I’d unleash my anger on them.

My Dad didn’t deserve to die. He was too young. He had so much to look forward to in life. He was supposed to walk me down the aisle, become a Papa to my kids, and retire to Florida with Mom. I was pissed. Why was this my reality? Why was it his? This wasn’t how life was supposed to work out.

After weeks of this kind of isolation and avoidance, Caroline had had enough. She had been so supportive at the beginning, coming to my town for the funeral and making sure to contact all of my professors to let them know so I wouldn’t have to. She called out of work for me and brought me my favorite meals. I felt so cared for those first few weeks. But, she could only deal with my sadness for so long.

Caroline wanted to get back to our routine and I didn’t blame her. I missed spending nights on Eaton Street basements without a care in the world, too. I missed when homework and grades were my biggest stress, too. I missed when my Dad was alive. And so, she gave up. A loud argument in my room and a few nasty remarks back and forth. She couldn’t carry the weight of my depression. I hadn’t thought I’d been putting it on her.

‘Selfish.’ ‘Enough is enough.’ ‘Needy bitch.’

She stormed out and I hadn’t heard from her since. We spent the rest of senior year avoiding each other. What was supposed to be the year of our lives became the year I felt most alone. My sadness had ruined it. I wasn’t about to let it ruin this, too.

What if we aren’t supposed to be friends?

“Oh,” was all I could muster. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. But before I could finish the phrase I’m sorry, my face was met by the chill of Josh’s cold hands, and my lips were being introduced to his. He held me so delicately, like he was afraid I’d fall apart if he pushed too hard.

After a moment of shock, (I still wasn’t totally sure what was happening), I let go again. This time, into his kiss. My hands fisted the front of his jacket, and he moved one of his to the back of neck, leaving the other one to wander down my side.

He grasped around like he didn’t know what to do, where to go. Like he’d had a million places he wanted to touch. After a moment, he pulled away, but reached out to interlock my right hand in his. I looked down at them, molded together.

“I never wanted to be your friend.”

Silence.

“And before you respond, just listen.” I allowed my silence to act as an agreement. “I don’t know what it is that you’re feeling. But I know about me. I know that I’ve never wanted to take on someone’s hurt so badly before in my life. When we were little and Jake broke his arm, I felt so frustrated that I couldn’t fix it. I would’ve gladly switched places with him to spare the injury. But even that’s nothing compared to… whatever it is I’m feeling right now.”

I bowed my head and looked off to the side to hide my embarrassment at Josh’s confession. I didn’t feel worthy of this kind of care. That was, until, he reached out and lifted my chin so our eyes met again.

“Look. I- I know I haven’t been like, super clear, the past, well… however long we’ve been friends. But I care for you. More than the way a friend does.” He ran his palm down his face but kept his honey eyes locked on mine. “And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I just, I didn’t want to ruin this. And I hope that I didn’t. You’re my best f-“

This time, I was the one to shut him up.

“I don’t want to be your friend either, Josh.”

He allowed a tiny grin to take over.

“Well, all right then.” He looked pretty pleased with himself and, dare I say, embarrassed? It was kind of nice to know I made him flustered and I couldn’t help but let out a little bit of a laugh.

“… I can’t believe you kissed me.”

His eyes went wide, looking from side to side. “Was I not supposed to?”

“I don’t know. But… could you do it again?” And so he did. Eagerly. In a mess of sand. Bits of grass found its way into my hair as he laid me back on the slope of the dune.

On the walk back to the car, Josh reached down and grabbed an empty muscle, instructing me to do the same.

“Here, come fill it with a bit of the water.” Once both of our shells were full, he raised his to the wintery blue sky. “Here’s to us not being friends.”

“To us not being friends,” I agreed and we clinked our shells together before tossing them back to the sea. He reached for my hand and laid a sweet kiss on each of my knuckles, before tucking our folded hands into his pocket.

I wasn’t sure where this would go. I knew I was in for a shitload of hard conversations and emotional spillage about the past. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. And maybe he would have the right words to say.

Maybe. Just maybe home could feel some kind of complete again.

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winchesterbrotherstan · 4 years ago

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SPN- Hunted (2.10)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (sister OC)

Summary: After Dean spills the truth about their father’s last moments, Sam runs off, taking Olive with him. Dean goes after his baby siblings, and they’re targeted by an unwelcome familiar face.

Warnings: cursing, blood, knives, guns, uhh, like mention of a dead cat? sam lowkey kidnaps olive, the usual with the rest you know

Word Count: 5147

“Dean, what did Dad tell you?” I stood up straight, staring at him with wide eyes.

“He said that he wanted me to watch out for you, Sam. To take care of you.”

Sam huffed, and I tilted my head. “What?”

“He told you that a million times, Dean.”

“No.” Dean shook his head. “This time was different. He said that I had to save you.”

“Save me from what?” Sam repeated.

“He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered. And that if i couldn’t, I’d…” Dean looked away, tears in his eyes.

“That you’d what, De?” My chest tightened.

“That I’d have to kill him!”

My heart began to pound, and I stumbled backward, sitting down on the railing. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling my eyes begin to sting. It didn’t sound too far off for Dad, but the fact that Dean had kept it hidden for so long felt like a knife to the back.

“He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.”

“Kill me?” Sam took a step back. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know.” Dean pushed out.

“I mean, he must’ve had some kind of reason for saying it, right?” Sam huffed.

“Oh, god.” I mumbled, wiping the tears from my eyes.

He knew something, but whatever the secret was died with him.

“Did he know the demon’s plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?” Sam stepped forward.

“Nothing. That’s it. I swear.” Dean sniffled.

“Why the hell would he say that, Dean?” I sobbed.

“I don’t know!”

“How could you not have told me this?”

“Because it was Dad! He begged me not to!”

“Who cares, Dean? Take some responsibility for yourself! You had no right to keep this from me!” Sam spat.

“You think I wanted to? Huh? I wish to god he’d never opened his mouth! Then I wouldn’t have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!”

“It doesn’t make sense. I’m Okami, why didn’t he tell you to kill me, too?”

“Olive, I don’t know.”

Sam turned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ve just gotta figure out what’s going on, then. Figure out what the hell all this means.”

“We do?” Dean tilted his head. “I’ve been thinking about this. I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It would be safer. And this way we can make sure-”

“What? That I don’t turn evil? That I don’t turn into some kind of killer?” Sam growled.

“Hey, he never said that.” I stepped in.

“Well fuck, if you two aren’t careful, you will have to waste me one day.”

“I never said that!” Dean shouted.

“Jesus fucking Christ, boys!” I snapped.

They both glared at me, then at each other.

“This is getting out of hand. Both of you. Relax.”

“Look, Sam. You’re immune to some weird ass demon virus, and I don’t even know what the hell anymore. You’re pissed at me, I get it. That’s fine. I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move. Okay?”

“Forget it.” Sam scoffed, turning away once more.

“Sammy.” I called.

“Please, man. Hey, hey, please. Please.” Dean begged.

“I’m going-”

“Sam! Give us some time to think. Please.” I caught his arm.

“We’re begging you. Please.”

Sam sighed and gave us a reluctant nod.

***

“Bug.” Sam shook me softly.

I groaned and rolled onto my side. “What?”

“Hey. Come on, we’ve gotta move.”

I sat up with a huff. “Why?”

“We’ll explain later. Come on, I packed all your stuff. Dean’s waiting in the car.”

I rubbed my eyes and stumbled out of bed. Sam picked me up and held me against his hip. I snuggled my head into the crook of his neck and let myself fall back asleep.

***

I yawned and sat up. I rubbed my eyes and looked over. Sam was in the driver’s seat, staring at me with a soft smile.

“What the fuck?”

“Hey, bug.”

“Where the fuck are we? This isn’t Baby. Where’s Jinx?” I sat up straight and backed away from Sam. “Where’s Dean?”

“Look-”

“Sam, what the fuck is going on?”

“We’re at the Roadhouse.”

I looked over to see that we were, indeed, in the parking lot of the shoddy building. I scowled as I turned back to Sam.

“You fucking lied to me.” I struggled with the car door.

“Ollie-”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” I hissed, finally stumbling out of the unfamiliar black car.

“Olive-”

“Christo.”

Sam only stared with a bitchface. I whimpered and crossed my arms over my chest as he began to walk toward the door.

“Why?”

“Because we need to figure out what’s happening!”

“Not without Dean!” I scoffed as we trailed into the Roadhouse.

“Sam. Olive.”

“Hey, Ellen.” Sam gave her a sheepish smile. “You don’t seem that surprised to see us.”

“Well…” Ellen hummed. “Dean’s been calling. He’s worried sick, running around the country looking for you two.

Sam huffed as we dropped onto the stools. “Yeah, I figured he might.”

Ellen eyed me. “I take it this wasn’t planned on your half.”

I looked up at her with a scowl. “I was kidnapped.”

“Oh, honey.”

“I want Dean.” I hissed at Sam.

“What’s going on between your boys?”

“Dean made a mistake and now Sam is being-”

“How’s Jo?” Sam cut me off.

Ellen sighed. “I don’t really know.”

Sam and I glanced at each other, and I immediately remembered that I was upset with him. I turned back to Ellen.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, after she worked that job with you kids, she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said ‘not under my roof’ and she said ‘fine’. I don’t know where she is now.”

“So we’re probably the last people you wanna see right now.” Sam sighed.

Ellen gave a chuckle. “Don’t get me wrong, I wish I could blame you kids. It’d be easier. Truth is, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your Daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill… I just don’t think he ever forgave himself.”

Sam shifted, uncomfortable. “What really… did happen?”

“Um, so… why did you guys come here?”

“I need help.”

“I’ll get Ash.” Ellen put the rag and cup down and disappeared into the back.

“Ollie, look-”

“Dude, you can do whatever you want, I don’t care where you go or why or when, but I’m staying here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m staying here until Dean comes to pick me up.” I turned my nose up the other way.

Sam sighed. “Fine.”

***

I swung my legs and leaned forward as Ash came out of his back room. He flipped a piece of paper around in his hand and placed it on the bar in front of Sam.

“Done and done.”

“That was fast.” Sam snorted.

“Well, apparently, that’s my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard.”

I sighed and sunk further into my seat as Ellen shook her head. “Just tell us what you got, Ash.”

“Four folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang.”

“Four? That’s it?”

Ash nodded. “Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh… one last name. Scott Carey.”

I sighed. “That’s the only one we haven’t met yet.”

“You got an address?” Sam turned to Ash.

“Kind of… the Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486.”

I closed my eyes as I repeated it to myself in my head.

“So he’s dead?” Sam sighed.

“Killed, about a month ago.”

“Killed?” Sam repeated. “How?”

“Stabbed. Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects.”

“Alright. Thank you, guys.” Sam got up.

Ash slapped him on the back before snaking his beer.

“Where are you going?”

“Indiana.”

“Sam?” Ellen called.

He turned.

“You’re not taking Olive?”

He looked at me. I shook my head.

“I’ll wait for Dean.”

“I’ve gotta call him. I’ve gotta let him know where you are, Sam.”

Sam sighed. “Ellen. I’m trying to find answers about who I am. My brother means well, but he can’t protect me from that. Please.”

Ellen sighed and nodded reluctantly. Sam came back my way and held his arms open. I shuffled out of my seat and accepted the hug, leaning against him.

“I’m sorry, bug.”

I shook my head. “I’ll see you when we’re all together again. Be careful.”

“Always.”

***

The phone rang from behind the bar, and I sighed. It was the fifth call in the last half hour. None of them had been Dean. I had little hope this one would be. I hadn’t memorized Dean’s latest phone number, and Sam had taken my phone with him. Ellen shot me a sympathetic smile as she picked the phone up and held it to her ear. “Ellen speaking.” A beat. “Hold on, hold on, hold on. Sweetie! Hang on a second.”

She looked at me and nodded me over. “It’s Dean.”

I scrambled around to the other side of the bar and held the phone to my ear. “De?”

“Baby girl! Hey, baby. Hi, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m okay. Look, De, Sammy’s in Indiana. Lafayette. Uh, Arbor Hill Cemetery. There’s someone else like him, but the kid’s dead.”

“Okay, listen, princess, I’m coming to get you. Okay?”

“No, De! Oklahoma to Indiana is a 12 hour drive. You don’t have time.”

“I’m coming to get you. Okay? Just be ready.”

I sighed. “Fine. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

***

“Dean!” I squeaked as the Impala stopped on the side of the road.

“Beanie!” He jogged across the street and plucked me off my feet, swinging me around.

I snuggled into his grip, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He hooked me on his hip and walked us back into the Roadhouse. Jinx followed, tail wagging as she yapped.

“Dean.” Ellen smiled.

“Hi. Thanks for keeping my kid safe.” He gave me an extra squeeze.

“De, you’ve been driving for hours. Maybe we should find a place to stay the night?” I whispered.

“You guys are more than welcome to the beds out back if you’d like.”

Dean sighed. “Thanks, but I think we should keep moving.’’ He put me back on my feet and ruffled my head. “Ready to roll, kid?”

I snuggled back into his side and looked over at Ellen. “Ellen, Dean’ll take a beer if you don’t mind.”

She smiled. “Come sit.”

“But-”

“I’ll drive. You need a drink and a nap.” I grabbed his hand. “Come on.”

***

“De, we’re here.” I put the car in park.

“Come on.” He grunted, climbing out of the car.

I followed, tossing him the keys as we looked at all the windows. A curtain fluttered in one, and I caught a glimpse of Sam.

“Oh, thank god you’re okay.” Dean mumbled to himself.

Sam moved, and a brown haired girl was standing in the room with him. I scoffed, and Dean grinned.

“Oh, he’s more than okay. Sam, you sly dog.”

Jinx let out a loud whine, and I felt an uneasy feeling grow in my chest. I looked around, confused.

“Ol?”

“Something’s wrong.” I hissed, feeling my fangs shift in my mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Sam’s in danger. We’ve gotta move.” I looked both ways before starting across the street.

“Where are you going?”

“Just trust me.” I beckoned him to follow.

Glass shattered, and both our heads snapped around to see that the window of Sam’s room was gone.

“Shit!”

“Come on!”

More shots rang out, and Dean pushed ahead of me. He held a hand up for me to stay back as we reached the rooftop. He grumbled a curse to himself before going out into the open.

“Gordon!”

I peeked out to see Gordon with a sniper rifle. Dean kicked him, pinned him, then punched him repeatedly in the face.

“You do that to my brother, I’ll kill you!”

“Dean, wait!” Gordon struggled.

I watched in horror as he managed to grab the rifle. He slammed into Dean’s face twice. I ducked back onto the fire escape, panting. Gordon would kill me if I didn’t win the fight. But I didn’t want to leave Dean in his hands alone.

I took a deep breath and pushed Jinx down the stairs. She whined and I growled at her. She turned tail and ran. Sam would grab her. I heard a gun cock, and I forced my fangs back into my mouth. I put my hands up as I slowly popped into view.

“Huh.” Gordon clicked his tongue. “Nice surprise.”

“Why do you wanna kill Sam?”

Gordon’s only response was to stalk closer and bash the butt of his gun into my knee. I crumbled to the ground.

***

“Hello?”

“Dean! Olive!”

“Sams.” I called through gritted teeth.

“We’ve been looking for you.”

“Yeah. Look, I’m in Indiana. Uh, Lafayette.”

“I know.” Dean glanced over at me.

“You do?”

“Yeah, dummy. I told him.”

“We just got here.”

“It’s a really funky town.” I grunted.

“You ditched us, Sammy.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Look, right now there’s someone after me.”

“What? Who?” Dean feigned surprise.

“I don’t know, that’s what we need to find out. Where are you guys?”

“We’re staying at, uh…” Dean glared at Gordon.

Gordon pulled a gun and pressed it to my forehead. I clenched my jaw. My knee was throbbing, and I was starting to lose any feeling in the lower half of my leg. My kneecap was out of place, and there was a gash that was pumping blood.

“We’re at 5637 Monroe Street. Sams, why don’t you come to us? Since we have Jinx and all.” I added our last hint. “Oh! And can you bring my red shirt? I forgot it in the car.”

There was a pause, and I sighed. The situation was more than clear now.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll be there soon. Love you guys. Be safe.”

“Always.”

“Love you too.”

Sam hung up the phone, and Gordon tossed it aside with a sickening grin. “Now, was that so hard?”

I let my head fall backward and toward Dean.

“Bite me.” He spat.

Gordon ignored him, turning to rummage through his bag. He began to pull out weapons. One by one, he laid them on the table next to him.

“So, Gordy. I know me and my siblings ain’t exactly your favorite people, but don’t you think this is a little extreme?” Dean asked, trying his best to inch closer to me.

“What, you think this is revenge?” Gordon sharpened the knife he had cut Sam with four months earlier.

“Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days.” He chuckled. “Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.”

“Yeah.” Gordon hissed. “I was definitely planning on whooping your ass for that.”

Dean hummed.

“But that’s not what this is. This isn’t personal. I’m not a killer, Dean. I’m a hunter. And your little siblings are fair game.” He sheathed his knife.

Dean and I shared a look.

Oh, shit.

***

“See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl. Seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the fucking thing muttered something. About a war that’s coming. I don’t think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out.” Gordon shifted the weight of his rifle. “But it was too late. Caught my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, if you got the right tools.”

I scowled. “What about the girl it was possessing?”

“Oh,” Gordon shook his head, “she didn’t make it.”

Dean huffed. “Well, you’re a son of a bitch.”

Gordon stood straight and walked right toward us. I strained against the ropes, but I was getting worse by the minute. Gordon backhanded Dean, and I flinched at the sound of skin against skin.

“That’s my momma you’re talking about… anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this war. Humans, fighting on hell’s side. You believe that? I mean, pft, they’re psychics, so they’re not exactly human. But still! What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?”

I glared as he swung the rifle around with each word.

“But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester.”

Dean snorted. “Oh, this is… this is an entire new level of moronic. Even for you.”

“Yeah?” Gordon got in our faces. “Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam’s visions. About Olive’s abilities. I know everything.”

“Really?” Dean laughed again. “Because a demon told you?”

“I’m sure it wasn’t lying.” I spat.

“Hey, look. I’m not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure both things were true. Look, you’ve got you Roadhouse connections, I’ve got mine. It’s how I found Sammy in the first place.” Gordon crossed back to the corner and sat down again. “About a month ago, I found another one of those freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them.”

“Yeah, did he kill anyone?” Dean taunted.

“Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy too.” Gordon cocked the rifle.

“Do you really think Sam’s stupid enough to walk through that front door?”

“No.” Gordon chuckled. “I don’t. Especially since I’m sure you two found ways to warn him. Huh, you really think I’m that stupid?”

Dean and I both raised our eyebrows as we looked down. Gordon got up and began to pace.

“No. Sammy’s gonna scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he’s gonna take the back. And when he does, he’ll hit the tripwire. Then…” He pulled a grenade from his bag. “Boom.”

“Sam’s not gonna fall for a fucking tripwire.”

“He’s not stupid.” I spat.

“Maybe you two are right. That’s why I’ll have a second one.”

There was a long pause. I shifted. If the gash in my knee didn’t kill me, Gordon most certainly would.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry, Dean. I wish I didn’t have to do this, I really do. But for what it’s worth, it’ll be quick. And after we’re done with Sam, we can let princess here run loose so that I can gun her down.”

***

“He’s gonna kill me, De.” I whimpered.

“No.” Dean shook his head. “No, I won’t let him.”

Gordon came back into the room and straddled a chair, a foot away from us.

“Come on, man. I know Sam, okay? Better than anyone. He’s got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn. And Olive?” Dean scoffed. “I mean, look at her. She’s just a kid. Hell, she needs to be snuggled to sleep.”

“Maybe you’re right. But one day they’ll be monsters.”

“How?” I snapped. “I get me. But how’s someone like Sam become a monster?”

“Beats me.” Gordon shrugged. “But he will.”

“No! You don’t know that.” Dean sneered. “Neither of them will.”

“I’m surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I’d heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let’s say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But if you knew what he would become. You’d take him out. No questions. Right?”

“That’s not Sam, you asshat.” I snarled.

“Yes it is. You just can’t see it yet. It’s his destiny. Look, I’m sympathetic. He’s your brother, you love the guy. This has gotta hurt like hell for you two.” Gordon pulled out two shreds of fabric and stalked toward us. “But here’s the thing.”

He gagged Dean, then tied the second piece around my mouth. I held back a choke as my fangs immediately sunk into the fabric.

“It would wreck him, but your dad? If it really came down to it, he would’ve had the stones to do the right thing here. You’re telling me you’re not the man he is?”

***

The lock in the back door clicked, and I looked at Dean with wide eyes. My body was drained, and I had long since kicked into what Dean referred to as ‘monster mode’. My jaw was beginning to lock and I was on the verge of passing out, but knowing Sam was safe was my priority.

“You hear him?” Gordon asked.

There was the creak of the door, and Sam’s heavy footsteps were audible.

“Here he comes.” Gordon grinned.

Dean grunted, and I worked my jaw harder, teeth ripping at the scarf bit by bit. Sam took another step. I tore the scarf in two.

“Sam!”

I screamed too late, and there was an explosion in the back room. Dean screamed, and I roared, tears welling in my eyes. Gordon didn’t look our way.

“Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see.” He spoke calmly.

“Sammy!” I shouted again, but the second grenade went off anyways.

Dean began to choke, tears falling down his cheeks. I let my head fall forward. Blood mixed with spit began to drop down onto my lap. I whimpered.

“Sorry, Dean.”

Gordon held his rifle up as he sauntered out of the room. Dean began to sob, and I closed my eyes. Gordon’s footsteps were heavier than Sam’s, and I could think of nothing more than ripping his spinal cord out with my teeth.

There was the cocking of a gun, and a soft step. “Drop the gun.”

Sam.

I shot up, eyes wide. I looked at Dean, but he was still crying. He couldn’t hear Sam.

“Sams!”

“You shouldn’t take your shoes off around here.” Gordon warned. “You might get tetanus.”

“Put it down now!” Sam ordered.

“You wouldn’t shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother and sister, they think you’re some kind of saint.”

“Yeah? Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam hissed.

“See? That’s what I said.” Gordon whispered.

There was a grunt, followed by a series of punches. A wall crashed, and I knew by the thud that followed that Sam had just hit the ground. Dean struggled against his ropes, and I whimpered before tearing my own off. My wrists started to bleed right away, and I tumbled out of my seat.

Dean grunted, staring at me with wide eyes. I tried to get to my feet, but my leg gave out. Dean panted. I turned to sit and took a deep breath. I held my knee to my chest and breathed again. Dean watched, concerned. I paused before slamming my kneecap back into place. I let out a pained scream, and Dean’s face drained of color when I looked back up at him.

He squinted.

Are you okay?

I nodded as I got to my feet.

“Sam!” I called, shuffling through the rooms.

“Do it!” Gordon screamed.

Sam had him pinned, rifle against his forehead.

“Do it! Show your family the killer you really are, Sammy!”

I stumbled behind Sam and took the rifle from him. Gordon stared as a look of terror washed over his face. I wavered, and Sam grabbed my waist, holding me steady. I pulled the rifle back before slamming the butt of it into his head. He went out, cold.

“It’s Sam.” He spat.

I dropped the gun and began to fall backward. Sam caught me and pulled me into his chest.

“It’s alright.”

I looked up at him. He had cuts scattered all over his face. His cheekbone, the bridge of his nose, his lip. A bloody nose, messy hair, tired eyes. I let out a whimper and began to sob.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and cupped my cheeks. “It’s okay. Let’s go get Dean, yeah?”

We walked back to where Dean was tied up, feet dragging as we leaned against each other. Dean grunted at the sound of our footsteps. Sam clapped his shoulder as we stood behind him. I began to untie Dean’s gag as Sam knelt to untie his ropes. Dean shook his head and tore himself out of the last rope. He pulled Sam to stand and stared at him, hands on his shoulders. Sam nodded as he panted, grabbing Dean by the shoulders.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean hissed as he wheeled around and toward the door.

“Dean, no.”

“I let him live once. I’m not making the same mistake twice.” Dean growled.

“Trust me.” Sam sighed. “Gordon’s taken care of.” He leaned forward and grabbed Dean by the jacket, pulling him toward the door. “Come on.”

Sam and I stayed on his tail as we shuffled out of the cabin. We were greeted by Jinx, who had been tied to a tree nearby. She whined and started to paw at the ground. Dean untied her and took the leash off, tucking it into his pocket.

Jinx turned, and her tail stopped wagging. She let out a loud whine and started to run.

“What…”

There was a gunshot, and we turned to see Gordon with a gun in each hand. I tripped and fell, and Sam dragged me off the ground, hauling me over his shoulder.

“Come on!” Dean shouted, leading the way.

He jumped into a ditch, and Sam dumped me in. I hit the ground and rolled, groaning as I tried to untwist my knee.

“You call this taken care of?” Dean howled as Jinx and Sam ducked into the ditch with us.

“Sammy, what the hell are we doing?” I hissed as Gordon stalked closer, firing without end.

Dean pulled me into his side, making sure I was out of sight.

“Just trust me on this, alright?”

As if on cue, sirens blared, and the sounds of cops and their demands met our ears. I flinched and ducked further into Dean. Sam held Jinx as we stared at each other, eyes wide. We peeked up through the shadows to see Gordon dropping to his knees, glaring in our direction.

The boys grinned and I held back a giggle. I looked up at Sam, then Dean with a huge smile on my face. Sam leaned down.

“Anonymous tip.”

Dean shook his head with a smile. “You’re a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam.”

***

I frowned as Sam finished bandaging my leg. I huffed, and he ruffled my hair.

“All better, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

He held his hands out for me as I slid off the hood of the car. He glanced over, and I turned to see him staring at Dean, who was on the phone and fuming as he paced around. I sighed and turned back to Sam.

He smiled. “Come on, bug. You should get to sleep. You’ve had a long day.”

I yawned as he opened the passenger side door. “Fine.”

He slid in next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I snuggled into his side and yawned again.

***

“Hey, Ava, it’s Sam… Again. Um, call me when you get this. Just wanna make sure you got home okay. Alright. Bye.” Sam hung up the phone with a sigh.

“Everything alright, Sams?”

“Yeah. I hope so.” He huffed.

“Well, at least Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least.” Dean grinned.

“Yeah.” Sam sighed again. “If they pin Scott Carey’s murder on him. And if he doesn’t bust out.”

I rubbed my eyes. “Well, if he does, I’m fucking wasting him.”

Dean looked over at Sam, then back at the road, licking his lips. “Dude, you ever take off like that again…”

“What? You’ll kill me?” Sam jested.

“That is so not funny.” Dean hissed.

Sam laughed and I rolled my eyes, leaning further into his side and letting my eyes fall shut.

“Alright. So where to next, then?”

“One word. Amsterdam.”

“Dean.” Sam scoffed.

“Come on, man. I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee.”

“Oh, and they’ve got the van Gogh museum there!” I piped up.

“I’m not just gonna ditch the job.”

“Man, fuck the job.” I squeaked.

Dean blinked, taken aback. “I mean, she’s right. We don’t get paid, we don’t get thanked. The only thing we get’s bad luck.”

“Well, come on, dude. You’re a hunter. I mean, it’s what you were meant to do.”

“Ah, I wasn’t meant to do shit. I don’t believe in that destiny crap.”

Sam half smiled. “You mean you don’t believe in my destiny.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean huffed.

Sam sighed. “Look, Dean. I’ve tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California, and look what happened. We can’t run from this. And you can’t protect us.”

Dean looked back at us. “I can try.”

“Thanks for that.” Sam whispered.

My shoulders dropped and I shifted from Sam’s side to Dean’s, wrapping my arms around one of his.

“Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around.”

Dean rolled his eyes fondly. “Bitch.”

“Jerk.” Sam spat back.

They grinned at each other, and I smiled, letting my head fall against Dean’s shoulder. There was a long pause before Sam picked up his phone again.

“You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something?”

“She’s engaged, Dean.” Sam scoffed.

“So what? What’s the point of saving the world if you can’t get a little nookie once in a while, huh?” Dean teased.

Sam hung up, a scowl on his face. I frowned.

“Sams?”

“Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?”

***

Sam picked the lock and led the way. I swept my flashlight around as we stalked down the hall.

“Hello? Is anybody home?”

“Ava?”

Sam stopped in a doorway and I ran into him. Dean stepped on the back of my heels before scrambling backward.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sam?”

“Oh my god.” He whispered.

I snuck under his arm and gasped. A man was lying on the bed, face-up and drenched in blood. Dean pushed past Sam and ran his finger along a windowsill. He huffed and held his finger up.

“Hey.”

Sam turned.

“Sulfur. Demon’s been here.”

“What’s that?” I squinted, pointing to something shiny on the floor.

Sam knelt and picked it up. He sighed.

“Ava.”

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10. Bad Energy

Safe and Sound

Dean Winchester x Original Character

Episode: 1x14; Nightmare

Word Count: 7,040

Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence and gore, mention of sexual situations, suicide

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Dean couldn't sleep.

His eyes were tired and his body was lax but he couldn't get his damn mind to shut off long enough to get his usual four hours. Never before had he had such a hard time falling asleep. Usually, he'd close his eyes and within ten minutes, he'd be dead to the world.

Not that night, though, and it was pissing him off. He could hear Sam snoring in the other bed and the ticking of the clock on the wall by the bathroom but other than that, it was quiet. The noises coming from the room next to them had stopped hours ago, much to his relief.

Maybe that was why he couldn't sleep. Maybe because Julia had taken home a guy from the bar and he had to listen to them fuck through the wall because the television's volume didn't go that high and Sam was already asleep. Maybe it was because the guy wouldn't shut his fucking mouth despite the fact that he heard no such noises from Julia and had left as soon as he was done fucking her.

Maybe it was the fact that he was picturing himself with Julia. He wanted to know whether or not she was as talkative in the bedroom as she was during the day or if she kept those noises to herself, only letting out the softest of moans or gasps of pleasure. He wondered what she liked; did she like it slow and sensual, hard and fast, or both? Was she submissive or dominant? What were her kinks; spanking, blindfold, dirty talk?

Dean wasn't ashamed to say that he wanted to know everything. He had come to terms with his physical attraction to Julia a while ago, just after he had that dream when she was sick. It wasn't really that he accepted it, it was the fact that more and more he started having dreams about her—most of them were sexy dreams but, here and there, there were some that included them being all domesticated with each other—and when he had sex with Cassie, he was kind of wishing he was there with Julia, instead.

And he had no right to be jealous because they were not together and he didn't even think Julia saw him as anything but a big brother, but he was anyway. When she told him at the bar that she was bringing some pretentious blonde guy she had been dancing with back to the motel, he wanted to say something and deny her but he couldn't. Julia wasn't his—she was a single independent woman who could sleep with anyone she wanted.

Dean just wished it was him warming her bed and not some random douchebag.

He heard Sam's steady breathing quicken from the bed beside him. He looked over as his brother began to squirm in his sleep, no doubt having one of his usual nightmares. It wasn't long until Sam woke, sitting up in the bed.

"Dean?" Sam turned to Dean, his eyes wide with fear.

Dean sat up, too, his voice groggy despite his lack of sleep. "Hey," he said soothingly. "What's wrong? It's the middle of the night."

Sam didn't answer as he turned on the light on the nightstand between the beds. He jumped from his bed and went straight to his bag, hurriedly stuffing his clothes back into it.

"We have to go," he told Dean as he set his bag down and made his way toward the door connecting to Julia's room.

Dean rolled out of bed and fixed his brother with a questioning look. "What are you talking about?"

"We have to go right now," Sam repeated, knocking insistently on Julia's door. "Come on, Julia, wake up!"

Bewildered, Dean slowly walked over to his bag and started packing, leaving out a set of clothes to change into. He had no idea what made Sam so upset but it was worrying him. What if it was another one of those freaky visions Sam kept on having?

The connecting door opened behind Sam's fist, revealing a groggy Julia dressed in her regular pajamas. "What the hell is going on?" she rubbed her left eye with her fist and set her gaze on Sam. "Sam?"

"Just get ready to go," he told her firmly. "Now. We're leaving."

"O-Okay..." Julia shot Dean a curious look but he just shrugged and slid into the bathroom to change.

Twenty minutes later they were checked out of their rooms and on the interstate headed north. Sam had explained that he did have another one of his visions. He told Julia and Dean that he saw a man get murdered in his garage by something invisible and he wanted to be there to save him.

Dean didn't really believe that Sam's nightmare was anything but a nightmare—he hoped, anyway—but Julia could feel the distress pouring off of Sam. He really believed that his nightmare was a vision so she believed it was, too.

An hour into the drive, Sam pulled out his phone to get a location on the man. "McReady. Detective McReady," he informed the dispatch number he called, consulting a fake badge that he had stolen. "Badge number 1-5-8. I've got a signal four-eighty in progress and I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven...Yeah, okay, just hurry."

He waited on hold, a tense look on his face.

"Sammy, relax," Dean advised him tiredly. "I'm sure it's just a nightmare."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, tell me about it."

"I mean it," Dean insisted. "Ya know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see."

"It felt different, Dean. It was real," Sam sighed, almost in defeat. "Like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica."

Dean still didn't want to believe that this was a vision. "Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house and your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, have you ever seen him before?"

"No."

"No, exactly," Dean nodded in satisfaction. "Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?"

"I don't know," Sam's voice took on a tone of annoyance. Dean agreed was Sam was taken off hold. "Yes, I'm here..." he gave Dean a triumphant look as he repeated what dispatch told him. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address?"

Julia reached over the seat, handing him a notepad to write the address down on. He took it and scribbled down a house number and street name.

"Got it, thanks," Sam said gratefully before ending the call.

"It checks out?" Julia asked tentatively, leaning her chin on the back of the front seat.

Sam nodded. "Yeah," he confirmed before turning to Dean, who looked a little freaked out. "How far are we?"

"From Saginaw?" Dean shrugged. "A couple of hours."

Sam pressed his lips together worriedly. "Drive faster."

They arrived in Saginaw too late. There were already three police cars and an ambulance outside Jim Miller's house. A crowd of neighborhood residents had already gathered outside the house, watching as two coroners wheeled out their neighbor in a black body bag.

Julia, Dean, and Sam joined the crowd, fitting into the back.

"What happened?" Julia asked the older woman standing next to her.

"Suicide," the woman shook her head sadly. "I can't believe it."

Sam came up on the other side of her, giving her a curious look. "Did you know them?"

"I saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine's," she sighed. "He always seemed so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors."

Dean hummed on the other side of Julia. "Guess not."

"How did—uh, how are they saying it happened?" Sam asked delicately.

"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running."

Julia inhaled shakily and looked over to Dean. What the woman said sounded exactly like what Sam told them happened in his nightmare—or, vision was more appropriate. Dean looked down at her with fear in his eyes so she quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam continued to speak with the woman.

"Oh, it just happened about an hour or two ago," the woman informed him. "His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through."

Julia smiled sadly and looked back at the house. A woman—who she presumed was Jim Miller's wife—was being comforted by a man her age and a younger guy, around Sam's age.

The three of the split off from the crowd to head back to the Impala. Julia had let go of Dean's hand when she saw the upset look on Sam's face and immediately went to him, wrapping her arm around his waist to offer some comfort.

"Sam," Dean sighed, noticing how down his brother was. "we got here as fast as we could."

"Not fast enough," Sam disagreed. "This doesn't make any sense. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?"

Dean just shook his head, his eyes back on the mourning Miller family. "I don't know."

"So," Julia spoke up; if Sam said that he saw someone—or something—killing Jim Miller and it was invisible, didn't it mean this was their type of case? "what do you think killed him?"

"Maybe the guy just killed himself," Dean stated, turning back to Julia and Sam. "Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all."

Sam shook his head immediately. "I'm telling you, I watched it happen," he insisted. "He was murdered by something, Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage."

"Like what?" Dean said quickly, more than skeptical. "A spirit, a poltergeist—what?"

"I don't know what it was," Sam grew irritated with Dean's attitude. "I don't know why I'm having these dreams. I don't know what the fuck is happening, Dean."

"We'll figure it out, Sam," Julia assured him.

Sam nodded at her and then eyed his brother, who was looking at him intensely. "What?"

"Nothing," Dean shrugged. "I'm just—I'm worried about you, man."

"Well, don't look at me like that!"

Dean quickly looked away. "I'm not looking at you like anything," he said innocently; Julia rolled her eyes at the both of them. "Though, I gotta say, you do look like shit."

Sam gave Dean his bitch face. "Nice. Thanks."

"Stop arguing, boys," Julia sighed, unwrapping her arm from Sam's waist to walk to the left side of the Impala. "We can pick this up in the morning so—"

"Since when are you in charge, shortcake?" Dean interrupted her with raised eyebrows.

Julia gave him a deadpan face. "Did you want to do the honors?"

"Yes," Dean nodded firmly and cleared his throat. "We'll pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house. We'll talk to the family."

"Guys, you saw them," Sam stated. "They're devastated. They're not going to want to talk to us."

A slow smirk spread over Dean's face. "Yeah, you're right," he admitted, almost giddily. "but I think I know who they will talk to."

Julia and Sam gave him confused looks, speaking in unison, "Who?"

Dean just winked at them and opened the driver's door, sliding into his seat.

"Absolutely not," Julia yelled at Dean, looking down at the costume on the bed. "I am—I can't believe that you—oh, my God, Dean! No!"

"I don't see the big deal," Dean shrugged as he picked up the headpiece that went with her costume. "You'll look hot."

"Nuns are not supposed to be hot," she ripped it away from him with a glare. "and you shouldn't wear that, either!"

Dean looked down at the priest outfit that he had changed into. "Why not?" he looked at her as if it was all perfectly normal. "The family will talk to us if they—"

"It's disrespectful—"

"Like you haven't done disrespectful things," Dean scoffed. "Like last night when you—"

"Dean Jonah Winchester, I will cut off your tongue, I swear—"

"I'd like to see you try, shortcake."

"Ugh, you're so frustrating!"

"Would you guys just shut up?" Sam called as he walked out of the bathroom, changed into his priest outfit with his hair slicked back nicely.

Dean pointed at Julia. "She started it."

Julia gaped at him, amazed by his gall. "I started it? Are you—"

"Hey!" Sam interrupted Julia before she could start the bickering all over again. "Dean, you should have known that Julia wasn't going to wear that. J, you have to dress up as something or no one will talk to you."

"I'm not gonna be a nun," Julia insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. "but, I can be a grief counselor."

Sam sighed and nodded, relieved that she had another plan. "Good, get dressed."

Julia beamed at him and, before she grabbed a change of clothes from her bag, shot Dean a dirty look. Dean just rolled his eyes at her while she stomped into the bathroom to get ready for the wake at the Miller house.

"Churches have grief counselors?" Dean asked Sam, stuffing the nun costume back into its rental bag.

"Some of the bigger ones do," Sam confirmed. "but J was right. This has gotta be a whole new low for us."

"Hey, we want the family to talk to us, right?"

Dean was right; the priests outfits got them into the Miller house without looking suspicious.

"Good afternoon," Dean greeted the man who opened the door and gave the three of them unimpressed looks. "I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley, and that is Miss Stanley, our newest grief counselor. We were sent over from St. Augustine's. May we come in?"

The man pressed his lips together and nodded, stepping aside so they could enter.

"Thank you," Sam said graciously.

"We're very sorry for your loss," Julia gave the man a sympathetic smile.

"It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed—"

"Look," the man interrupted Dean. "you wanna pitch your whole Lord-has-a-plan thing, fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead."

"Roger," a woman's voice spoke up behind them. "please!"

Roger gave her a semi-apologetic look and nodded at Julia, Dean, and Sam. "Excuse me."

The woman walked over to them as Roger moved away. "I'm sorry about my brother-in-law," she said wearily. "He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?"

Dean smiled at the teary-eyed woman. "That would be great."

Mrs. Miller led them through the house and told them to sit in the living room while she got them coffee. Julia and Dean sat on the three-seater couch, leaving room for Mrs. Miller to sit, while Sam sat in one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table.

Mrs. Miller soon came back with four mugs and a pot of steaming coffee. "It was wonderful of you to stop by," she said, handing Sam a steaming mug. "The support of the church means so much right now."

Julia smiled and opened her mouth to reply but Dean beat her to it.

"Of course," he said indulgently. "After all, we are all God's children."

Julia pressed her lips together as Mrs. Miller awkwardly turned away from them to put the coffee pot back in the kitchen. She turned to Dean with a glare, watching as he hurriedly picked up one of the cocktail sausages from the plate on the table.

Sam scoffed and shook his head at his brother.

"What?"

"You should probably tone it down," Julia whispered, a little tensely. "No one speaks like that."

Dean rolled his eyes at her and dropped the toothpick back onto the platter. It was then that Mrs. Miller came back and sat down on the couch next to Julia.

"So, Mrs. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?" Julia asked gently.

"Nothing like that," Mrs. Miller shook her head, her voice hitching with emotion. "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy..." she broke down into pain-filled cries. "I just don't understand how Jim could do something like this."

Feeling the genuine grief and sadness in Mrs. Miller made Julia's eyes sting. She carefully grabbed the older woman's hand and held it for a second, offering her comfort. "I'm so sorry you had to find him like that."

Mrs. Miller sniffed. "Actually, our son, Max," she gestured into the dining room, where a guy Sam's age was sitting alone in the corner. "he was the one who found him."

"Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?" Sam asked Mrs. Miller.

She gave Sam a grateful look. "Oh, thank you, Father."

Sam smiled and stood up, leaving the living room so he could talk to Max. Dean moved to his brother's previous seat so he could face Mrs. Miller head-on and not have to look over Julia's shoulder.

"Mrs. Miller, you have a lovely home," he complimented her as Julia handed her a tissue. "How long have you lived here?"

Mrs. Miller furrowed her eyebrows thoughtfully. "We moved in about five years ago."

Dean nodded. "The only problem with these old houses," he shrugged casually. "I bet you have all kinds of headaches."

"Like what?"

"Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night," he listed for her. "That kind of thing."

"No," Mrs. Miller. "nothing like that. It's been perfect."

"Huh," he hummed. "May I use your restroom?"

"Oh, sure, it's just up the stairs," Mrs. Miller pointed in the direction.

Julia gave Dean a panicked look, as she had never questioned a family member by herself before. He gave her a thumb's up in return when Mrs. Miller wasn't watching, grabbing a cocktail sausage to go.

"So, Mrs. Miller," Julia took over the conversation now that Dean was gone to look for any abnormalities upstairs. "how long were you and Mr. Miller together, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Almost twenty years now," Mrs. Miller dabbed her eyes with the tissue again. "We worked together and we just clicked. We were married in the summer. It was beautiful."

"It sounds like it," Julia agreed. "Michigan summers are the best, aren't they?"

Mrs. Miller nodded.

They continued to speak for a couple of minutes, with Julia prompting Mrs. Miller to answer most of her questions. It was hard sneaking in if Mrs. Miller knew if her husband had any enemies but somehow, Mrs. Miller didn't think she was a freak. She comforted the woman as best as she could.

"I don't know if this will bring you any comfort, but when my mother died, a verse was spoken at her funeral," Julia shared with her; Mrs. Miller smiled weakly. "It's Psalm 73:26. My flesh and my heart may fail but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. It really helped me through the next couple of days."

"Psalm 73:26?" Mrs. Miller checked, making sure she remember it correctly so she could take a look herself.

Julia nodded, her eyes darting to the side when she saw Sam and Dean walk into the living room again. "I will be praying for you, Mrs. Miller," she promised the woman. "and I hope to see you again."

"You too, Miss Stanley," Mrs. Miller stood up with Julia and gave Sam and Dean grateful handshakes. "Thank you for coming, Fathers."

Dean nodded. "God bless you."

Behind Mrs. Miller's back, Sam and Julia shared exasperated looks.

Julia sat at the table back in the motel room, online shopping while finishing up the rest of the salad and fries she had for dinner. Dean and Sam were long done with their eating and now Dean was cleaning their weapons while Sam went through the information surrounding the Miller's house.

Levi and Beth's birthday was only a week away and Julia still hadn't found anything to get Levi. Beth was easy to shop for; she was a typical girl that spoke about her hobbies every time she spoke to someone—just the other day when they had their weekly call, she had mentioned that she'd been baking lately, so Julia got her a couple of cookbooks, a standing mixer, professional baking pans, and a personalized apron. Levi, though, was close-lipped about a lot of the things he enjoyed. He was busy most of the time with PSC as the head of sales but he did make time to work-out, go to church, and visit family.

There was something that Julia remembered about Levi that might lead her to something to get for him. When he was a teenager, she remembered him raving about his science classes. He loved biology and chemistry but his true love was astronomy. He had vacation time coming up—as far as she knew—so maybe a trip to Houston to visit NASA would be nice. That was a great idea and around the same price as Beth's present. She quickly bought the a round-trip ticket from Chicago to Houston and booked the tour of NASA for a day during Levi's vacation.

She popped a couple of fries in her mouth, satisfied; everything was set for the twins' birthday. All she had to do was print out the information for Levi and pick up the presents for Beth.

"What do you have?"

Julia looked up at Dean's question, noticing that he was currently cleaning his beloved saw-off. Something so simple shouldn't have been so attractive.

"A whole lotta nothing," Sam sighed heavily from his spot across the table and stood up to go to the bed they were sharing. "Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built."

"What about the land?" Julia wondered.

Sam plopped down on the bed. "No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands, or any kind of atrocity on or near the property."

Julia frowned in confusion; then what was the thing that killed Jim Miller?

"Hey, man, I told you," Dean started putting his saw-off back together. "I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfur scent...nada."

"And the family said everything was normal?"

Julia nodded. "Yeah."

"If there was a demon or poltergeist in there somebody would have noticed it," Dean added. "I used the infrared scanner, man, and there was nothing."

Sam sighed heavily. "So, what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence?"

"I dunno," Dean shrugged. "I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house."

A grimace flitted across Sam's face as he reached up to rub his temples. "Yeah, well, maybe it has nothing to with the house," he inhaled deeply, in pain, and Julia gave him a worried look. "Maybe it's just—fuck—maybe it's connected to Jim some other way?"

"Sam," Julia stood up to walk over to him. "are you okay?"

"Ah!" Sam cried out as he winched roughly, moving to cup his head and falling to his knees on the floor beside the bed; while Julia crouched down next to him, Dean got off his bed and rushed over, placing himself on Sam's over side. "My head!"

"Sam?" Dean asked frantically as Sam continued to make anguished noises, unable to answer. "Hey, what's going on? Talk to me."

Sam pulled his hands from his eyes and grabbed one of Julia's arms and one of Dean's to steady himself. Julia inhaled softly as she felt his energy twist��it was almost dark, the way it moved through him, clashing with the brightness of his soul. She grew panicked as he stared at them—even though he wasn't really looking at them but through them.

He was seeing something.

"Sam," Julia tried to gain his attention but he couldn't answer. She placed her free hand on his hand that held her arm. "Sam, come on!"

"Sam!" Dean barked.

Sam blinked quickly, his eyes filling with terror. "It's happening again," he told them, squeezing their arms. "Something's gonna kill Roger Miller."

They couldn't save Roger Miller.

They tried to but Roger still thought that they were with the church and he wasn't happy to see them. He went up to his apartment and by the time Sam and Dean climbed the fire escape, Roger's head was chopped off his body with a window.

They were stumped; there was nothing wrong with the house and Dean didn't find anything in Roger's apartment, either. The only thing that connected them—other than the victims being brothers, of course—was that Sam had a vision of both deaths. Figuring that something had attached itself onto the Miller family, they headed back to the Miller house to speak to Max, Jim Miller's son.

"My mom's resting," Max told them as he led them into the living room. "She's pretty wrecked."

"Of course," Dean agreed as he, Julia, and Sam squished themselves into the couch while Max took a chair.

"All these people kept coming with casseroles," Max muttered bitterly. "I finally had to tell them to go away. You know, cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole."

Julia smiled at him, trying to hide how uncomfortable the guy made her feel. The energy he gave off, it made a shiver go down her spine. It was dark but it was also familiar. She just couldn't place it.

"So," she pushed away her uneasiness to speak softly . "How are you holding up, Max?"

"Okay," Max shrugged.

"Your dad and your uncle were close?" Sam wondered.

"Yeah, I guess," Max replied. "I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little."

"But not lately much?"

"No, it's not that," he shook his head. "It's just...we used to be neighbors when I was a kid and we lived across town in this house and Uncle Roger lived next door so he was over all the time."

"Right," Sam nodded in understanding. "So, how was it in that house when you were a kid?"

Max hesitated for a second and Julia could feel his energy twisting; anxiety, fear, and relief mixed with the darkness. "Fine," he told them. "Why?"

"All good memories?" Dean prodded. "Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle, maybe?"

Max shook his head nervously. "Why do you—why do you ask?"

Julia's heart dropped at his reaction. He was obviously nervous about Dean's question and the way anxiety and fear seemed to wrap around him so tightly made her think that something bad went on when Max was a kid.

Her eyes stung in realization.

"It's just a question."

"No, there was nothing," Max said after inhaling deeply. "We were totally normal. Happy."

"Good. That's good," there was a sad look in Dean's eyes. "Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off."

"Right," Sam nodded at his brother and then smiled at Max as the three of them stood up. "Thanks."

Max gave them one last smile as he led them out of the house. Julia, Sam, and Dean started walking down to the Impala, where she was parked on the street.

"No one's family is totally normal and happy," Dean grumbled. "Did you see when he was talking about his old house?"

"He sounded scared," Sam nodded.

"He felt scared," Julia admitted; they gave her confused looks. "His energy. At first, it was dark but as soon as Sam asked about the old house, it changed. It was almost all anxiety and fear."

"Yeah," Dean sighed as he opened the driver's door. "Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighborhood and find out what life was really like for the Millers."

After Sam hacked into the Millers' records, he found the address of the home they used to live in. It only took twenty minutes to get across town and find the little neighborhood. The houses that Jim and Roger Miller owned were nearly identical, though one was gray and one was mustard-yellow.

Thankfully, they saw that the man who lived across the street was out working in his lawn.

"Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" Julia asked the man after introducing herself, Dean, and Sam.

"Yeah, almost twenty years," the man confirmed. "Why? Are you looking to buy?"

"No, no," Sam shook his head. "Actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street."

"Yeah, the Millers. They had a little boy named Max," Dean held his hand out by his waist, simulating the height of a child.

The man's face fell. "Yeah, I remember them," he said sadly. "The brother had the place next door. So, uh, what's this about? Is that poor kid okay?"

Sam frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, in my life, I've never seen a child treated like that," the man shifted uncomfortably. "I'd heard Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar out of Max—bruises and he broke his arm two times that I know of."

Julia wrinkled her nose sadly. "And this was going on regularly?"

"Practically every day," he nodded; she swallowed down her emotions. "In fact, that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven of eight times but it never did any good."

"Now, you said step-mother?" Dean asked.

"I think his real mother died," the man sighed. "Some sort of accident. A car accident, I think. It—are you okay, there?"

Julia and Dean turned to Sam, seeing that his face was scrunched up in pain and he was holding his head again. Dean grabbed Sam to make sure he didn't fall and started making his way back to the car.

"Sorry about that," Julia apologized to the nice man. "Thank you so much for your time."

The man nodded. "No problem."

By the time Julia got back to the Impala, Sam was in the middle of another vision. Once Julia was buckled in, Dean drove off, back in the direction of the motel they were staying at. Halfway there, Sam's vision ended and he informed them that it was Max that was killing his family and his next victim was Mrs. Miller.

"You sure about this?" Dean asked, briefly looking at him.

"Yeah, I saw him."

"How is he doing it, though?" Julia leaned toward the front seat. "I mean, how did he get away with it?"

"I don't know," Sam shook his head. "but it look like telekinesis."

"What, so he's psychic?" Dean asked in disbelief. "He's a spoon bender?"

"I didn't even realize it but this whole time he was there," Sam sighed, frustrated. "He was outside the garage when his dad died, outside the apartment when his uncle died. These visions, the whole time I wasn't connecting to the Millers. I was connecting to Max," he shook his head. "The thing I don't get is why. I guess because we're so alike?"

"What are you talking about?" Dean wrinkled his brow. "The dude's nothing like you."

"Well, we both have psychic abilities, we both..." Sam trailed off.

"Both what?" Dean gave him a pointed look. "Sam, Max is a monster. He's already killed two people and now he's gunning for a third."

"But look what he's been through," Julia pointed out. She didn't think killing people was the right thing—that should have never been an option for Max—but he was abused almost all of his life. He was afraid of his father and uncle and his stepmother did nothing to stop it. The people who were supposed to protect him were the ones hurting him in the first place.

Dean gave her a shocked look through the rearview mirror.

"Look, I don't think what he did was right," Julia defended herself. "but his family abused him. He wants revenge."

"It doesn't sound insane," Sam agreed.

"Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" Dean argued.

"Dean—"

"He's no different than anything else we've hunted, all right?" Dean turned down the Miller's street and pulled over in front of their house. "We gotta end him."

"We're not going to kill Max," Sam told his brother.

"Then what?" Dean challenged him. "Hand him over to the cops and say, 'Lock him up, officer, he kills with the power of his mind'?"

"No way," Sam shook his head firmly. "Forget it."

Dean turned off the engine. "Sam..."

"Dean, he's a person. We can talk to him," Sam stated. "Hey, promise you'll follow my lead on this one."

Dean paused for a couple of seconds; Julia watched him carefully. "All right, fine," he finally agreed. "but I'm not letting him hurt anybody else."

He leaned over Sam's seat and opened the glove compartment, pulling out the gun he hid inside. They all got out of the car and Dean put the gun in his waistband while they walked up to the door.

They didn't wait to be polite and ring the doorbell. Dean busted through the front door and Julia and Sam quickly filed in, all three of them stopping in their tracks when Max and Mrs. Miller turned to look at them.

"Fathers?" Mrs. Miller asked, bewildered. "Miss Stanley?"

Max looked at them with tired and blank eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, sorry to interrupt," Dean said casually while Julia waved at them.

"Max, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked politely.

Max's face instantly turned suspicious. "About what?"

"It's—it's private," Sam faltered. "We wouldn't want to bother your mother with it."

"We won't be long, Mrs. Miller," Julia assured the woman sweetly. "I promise."

Mrs. Miller gave Max a nervous look until Max agreed. "Okay."

"Great."

Max walked over to the door, passing Sam and Julia on his way. When Dean opened the door for him, he paused. The door and all the windows snapped shut at once, leaving the house a little darker and a whole lot scarier.

"You're not priests," Max backed away and declared as Dean drew his gun.

The gun flew out of his hands, into Max's. He turned it around and held it on Julia, Sam, and Dean.

"Max, what's happening?" Mrs. Miller cried nervously.

"Shut up!"

"What are you doing?"

Max simply looked at her and she was airborne, crying out when she slammed her head against the kitchen island and landed in a heap on the floor.

"I said shut up!" Max yelled at her, his face turning crimson red.

"Max, calm down!"

"Who are you?" he looked back to Sam.

"We just wanna talk," Sam assured him.

"Yeah, right," Max scoffed and nodded at the gun. "That's why you brought this!"

Julia breathed in shakily as she read Max's energy. It was so much darker than before. There was so much hate and sadness and fear that it was turning him into a monster. Maybe Dean was right...

"That was a mistake, all right," Sam tried to calm his down. "So was lying about who we were...but no more lying, Max, okay? Just please, hear me out."

"About what?"

"I saw you do it," Sam admitted to him. "I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened?"

Max blinked at him, the gun still aimed toward him. "What?"

"I'm having visions, Max," Sam told him. "About you."

Max shook his head. "You're crazy."

"So, what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam tapped his left eye. "Right here? Is it that hard to believe, Max? Look at what you can do. Max, I was drawn here, all right? I think I'm here to help you."

Tears started rolling down Max's red cheeks. "No one can help me."

"Let me try," Sam insisted. "We'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Dean, Julia, and Alice out of here—"

"Nuh-uh," Dean interrupted, shaking his head angrily. "No way."

"Sam..." There was no way Julia was going to leave Sam by himself with Max, especially if Dean stayed, too.

The chandelier that hung above Julia and Dean's head started to shake. Julia's eyes immediately went to it, growing wide in fear when she saw that it was about to fall on them.

"Nobody leaves the house!" Max demanded angrily.

"And nobody has to, all right?" Sam quickly placated him. "They'll just...they'll just go upstairs."

"Sam, we're not leaving you alone with him," Dean argued.

"Yes, you are," Sam didn't even look at Dean as he responded, his eyes still on Max. "Look, Max, you're in charge here, all right? We all know that. No one's going to do anything you don't want to do but I'm talking five minutes here, man."

"Sam!"

Max looked at Mrs. Miller before turning back to Sam. "Five minutes," he agreed as the chandelier above Julia and Dean stopped shaking. "Go!"

Julia quickly tapped Dean's arm before rushing into the kitchen to help Mrs. Miller. Dean followed her, taking the brunt of the older woman's body as they got here out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Mrs. Miller directed them into her room, her face soaked with the blood that fell from her cut brow. Dean sat on the bed with her while Julia rummaged around in the master bathroom, looking for a first aid kit. She finally found one in the back of the cupboard behind the sink. It wasn't filled much but it had enough to disinfect the wound and place a bandage on it.

Julia was in the middle of cleaning Mrs. Miller's wound when the door slid open by itself. Max walked through the door, Dean's gun still in his hand, and the door slammed shut behind him. When Dean went to move to defend Mrs. Miller, he was thrown back into the wall behind Julia.

"Max," Mrs. Miller said sadly as Julia scrambled to her feet to stand in front of her when he aimed the gun at her.

"Max, please don't do this," Julia begged him. "We can help you."

Max simply cocked the gun; Julia gulped heavily. Then, she felt a hand grabbed her elbow and forcefully pull her to the side. Dean took her place in front of Mrs. Miller, glaring at Max with hard eyes.

"Stay back," Max ordered him as he dropped his hand and let the gun float in the air. "It's not about you."

Dean shook his head. "You want to kill her, you're gonna have to go through me, first."

"Dean!"

There was no emotion on Max's face. "Okay."

The door burst open and Sam appeared, his face crazed with urgency and panic. "No, don't!" he yelled at Max. "Please, Max, we can help you, all right? But this, what you're doing, it's not the solution. It's not going to fix anything."

Max shook, his face deep red as he cried. He stared at Sam for a long time, desperation and misery in his expression. "You're right."

Sam smiled, relieved that Max was going to listen to him, but it quickly fell when the gun swung in the air to face Max.

"NO!"

The gunshot rippled through the air and the bullet pierced Max's forehead, dropping his body to the ground. Julia stared at his body in shock, her eyes flickering to the massive amount of blood and brain matter on the wall behind it.

"Max attacked me," Mrs. Miller tearfully told a deputy that had come to get her statement about Max's death. "He threatened me with a gun."

The police officer nodded over to Julia, Dean, and Sam, who were standing near her to give her support and make sure she didn't mess up the cover-up they concocted. "And these three?"

"They're family friends," Mrs. Miller's wet eyes trailed over to them. "I called them as soon as Max arrived because I was scared. They tried to stop him; they fought for the gun."

"Where did Max get the gun?"

Mrs. Miller's face crumpled as she started to sob. "I don't know. He showed up with it and..."

"It's all right, Mrs. Miller," the officer tried to comfort her.

"I've lost everyone," she sobbed heavily.

It was clear that the officer didn't know how to comfort a crying woman. He awkwardly turned to Julia, Dean, and Sam, and told them, "We'll give you a call if we have any further questions."

Julia smiled half-heartedly. "Thank you, Officer."

Dean patted Sam's arm while taking Julia's hand to tug them out of the house. "Come on."

As soon as they were walking on the sidewalk down to the Impala parked at the side of the road, Sam started up with his self-deprecation.

"If I'd just said something else," he sighed sadly. "Gotten through to him somehow."

"Don't do that, Sam," Julia took his hand while still holding Dean's with her other. "You did what you could."

"You can't torture yourself," Dean added seriously. "It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone."

Sam shook his head. "When I think about how he looked at me, right before...I should have done something."

"Come on, man, you risked your life," Dean let go of Julia's hand and unlocked Baby, opening the driver's door. "I mean, yeah, maybe if we had gotten there twenty years earlier."

Sam inhaled deeply as he and Julia walked around to their side of the car. "Well, I'll tell you one thing," he said to Dean. "We're lucky we had Dad."

Dean gave him a surprised, but pleased, look. "Well, I never thought I'd hear you say that."

Sam shrugged. "Well, it could have gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we could have had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay thanks to him."

Dean nodded in agreement. "All things considered."

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Living with Others

It is July 21st, 2020 and I am currently staying with a 21 year old woman. This is my first experience living on my own in a way. I have been left unattended in several homes when I had been a child under my mothers care. My dad removed himself from the picture when I was 10 years old, so I grew up with a lot of insecurities including that of my mothers. When I finally allowed myself to move out, I had not realized everything I was carrying had been tons of dead weight. That’s besides the weight I lost which subtracts even more weight. I had been carrying so much that I had been so used to pretending I was okay. I could not even tell when I was truly happy. I learned a lot within those 23 years of my life and it was not until last night that I realized I’m still not as free as I am currently striving to be. My environment was damaging my health. My mother was becoming an unhealthy influence and there was no order when it came to disciplining my other siblings. Thats when I began to think about the problems today rather than looking for an outlet, or an escape from it for awhile. I tried weed when I was 17 and now I smoke from time to time but nothing more than Mary Jane. I cannot get with these other strange drugs, I read many things and I have witnessed what it has done to some members in my family. I do have some peers still trying to influence me to try things but I’m too grounded to give in. It’s simple. Now I am currently witnessing this young lady dealing with an abusive boyfriend. I am not sure what she does under his influence but this worries me throughout the days I reside with her or when I’m home and she does not come home at night. I pray before I go to sleep because I experience great pain in my stomach when I have to continue to pretend I am not worrying for her. Instead I welcome her into my space whenever I wake, I speak to her with all my attention and I tell her I love her. I have known her since we were in elementary school because our parents were friends. I do not remember having too much in common but I do remember just going along because I never left my room myself to search for friends or people to talk to. I always had characters in my head to entertain me and my journals had in a sense raised me so I always looked to them whether the page was blank or filled with missed spelled words and scented gel pens. I remember having one entry smell entirely like popcorn. I would also add glittery stickers to my entries with the date to track my progress. For what? I have no clue, I just wanted to. I did all these things that made me happy and I didn’t need a person to remind me that I mattered. In fact both of my parents had been more focused on trying to survive themselves that they forgot to mention that part to me. I did not know I mattered or that I was important. I just felt like I was taking up space and all I remember is trying to go inside myself all the time. No one could hurt me the further I would go. Today I find myself finishing from where I left off and trying to go further than I have ever before. I get in my head about the different things I could do now like go to parties, travel, drink, have sex, try drugs, run the streets, flaunt my body around town, or dress my face up and start showing up to small social gatherings that usual take place in the later hours. Despite knowing these things, it isn’t the kind of activity I would continue finding myself in so I turn my head of those things and judge not. Everyday I am influenced but everyday I am alive because of the love of God. It becomes easier when I remind myself that God loves me despite what I do. I do not wish to impress anyone but myself and I please no one. I have no obligation to no one except those I’m caring for. I keep in contact with the people in the places I visit frequently like the librarians, the employees at sleeping tiger in Saginaw’s Fashion Square Mall, I love the hazelnut incenses by the way. There are many people I speak to because I go to the same places when I’m running low on my favorite things or when I just want to discover a new thing in the same areas. I believe it is important to understand that trends are nothing new, there is nothing new, everything is merely just being rediscovered constantly and we’re all apart of a facet on this planet. When I first began to think about how the events in my life occurred, I realized it was inevitable and I was devastated for awhile. After that I decided that I will not be a victim, I will fight because I believe in something greater than my emotions, something greater than my efforts, something greater than all the world and most importantly I believe in myself despite me being more alike to my neighbor than we are different. I believe in it.

p.s. I never know how to end an entry because everyday I’m just picking up where I left off and this is all I have for right now. Until next time.

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devilsknotrp · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, Maria! You have been accepted for the role of Abel Hawker (FC Change: Jeremy Irons). Woah. I may be biased, but I was blown away by your interpretation of Abel. He’s a human being made up of dichotomies and you found such a beautiful way to write him. His gentle yet terrifyingly stern manner of speaking, his war hero past, everything is perfect. We cannot wait to see what kind of Mayor your Abel will turn out to be! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Maria Age: 23 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: GMT Activity estimation: Every other day Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Abel Byron Hawker Age : 05/08/1923 Gender: Male Pronouns: Him/Her Sexuality: Straighter than the Tennessee Line Occupation: Mayor of Devil’s Knot Connection to Victim: Abel Hawker knows pretty much everyone in Devil’s Knot, whether they realise it or not. The same could be said for the Goode’s. Though he never personally interacted much with Brian, Abel certainly positioned himself at the forefront of the search. After all, a Mayor has to take responsibility for the safety of his citizenry. In Abel’s case, he does so by putting pressure on the police on Ms Goode’s behalf. Not that she asked him to, of course. Alibi: According to Abel and members of the Chapter, he attended his regular meeting after church but left early due to a headache and went home. It was, like many evenings, the usual for the Mayor. Faceclaim: Jeremy Irons

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The Michigan sun poked through the veranda, the soft, not too warm glow basked Mayor Hawker’s face in its orange hue. A curl of smoke cut through the clear blue skies as it wafted from the end of his thickly rolled cigar. He remained like that, leaning on his rocking chair, its long swinging creeks creating a lulling song that he could and had listened to most of his life.

It was his father’s chair, and his father’s father likely sat on something not too dissimilar. Carved from the wood of one of the many red oaks that lined the property, it represented everything the Hawker’s were about. Longevity, home-grown and standing the test of time. He fingers, rough and coarse from the years, ran over the expertly polished arms, just appreciating the craftsmanship as well as the weather.

As he sat, relaxing and looking out, a little song crept into his mind. It drew a slow forming, gentle smile on his lips, his crisp paper-like skin pulling with it. There was no one around, and that was just how he liked it in long afternoons like this. For a moment, he let his eyes closed, heeled shoe clicking against the hardwood of the patio, drumming the beat for an old ditty.

“I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan…” His voice was underlined with a faint croak that matched the eek of his chair, the tune rumbling deep in his chest to produce the consummate voice of an older singer.

An image began to form in his mind as he took another deep intake of his cigar. Him and his boys in the brushy fields of Pyongtaek, the beginning to the Korean war stretching out ahead of them. Benny banged his metal mug against the table with all the enthusiasm of Buddy Rich reborn, and Tony clapped completely offbeat as Abel and Ryan started up a song. It wasn’t this one, but that didn’t matter. He could still see them now, their eyes bright and ready to return home as heroes. It wouldn’t take long, after all, it was just some country folks who had caught up with the Russian’s red curtain, that’s what they thought. “The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man…”

The image of Benny sprawled across the dirt floated up in Abel’s mind as the song continued. His guts had been a pollock-esque splash of reds and browns, glistening in the summer heat. Next to him, Tony was slumped with a bullet hole in the centre of his head.

“But he called me, that son of a Saginaw fisherman…”

And Ryan? Well, Ryan never quite came back right. They found him drowned in the river just two months before the end.

“And not good enough, to claim his daughter’s hand…”

The front gate creaked down the long garden path that led up to the porch, causing Abel to crack an eye open. He pulled the cigar reluctantly from his lips, licking the spot that it had sat on, its warm presence still a ghost against the skin.

“Now I’m up here in Alaska, looking around for gold…”

He continued, a little louder, letting the words drift towards his new guest. The flash of the Sherrif office’s brown uniform was all he needed to see, continuing to idly rock as if he hadn’t noticed anything at all. Only once the visitor was climbing the porch steps did he deign to speak rather than sing away.

“I was startin’ to wonder if you were gonna turn up, my boy.”

The youth was a rookie; it only took one glance to tell. Blonde hair and greener than the fields, the 20-something kid awkwardly grasped his belt and tried to stand straight, but it was evident with the uncertain flicker of his eyes around the large Hawker estate that it was all for show. Abel thought he recognised him, one of those good for nothing kids that got raised on the poorer side of town. Typical that George Adam would give these economic rejects a chance. “Urm…ur…Mayor Hawker, sorry to bother you sir but-”

“Aye, aye, I’m aware boy, you gotta do your due diligence and get the story of what I was doing that night.”

Abel slowly pulled himself off his chair, with all the speed of a seaswept turtle, which was entirely on purpose, as anyone who knew Hawker knows that the Mayor kept himself in good health. He gave the standard ‘ah’ that an old person was expected to give after completing menial physical tasks as if they had climbed the summit of Everest. With a wave, he gestured the kid officer to follow, pushing open his ornately carved front door and shuffling into the Hawker estate.

Estate was a polite word for it. It was a mansion in pretty much every regard, an ancestral home that would immediately put anyone at unease. There was just a vastness to it that put one on the back foot, as they look up at the ceiling that seemed almost as far as the moon, it’s large traditional beamed structure overlaying a pure white paint job. The walls were a half mix of beaming, polished to a shine, wooden panelling and delicate fleur-de-lis sprouting wallpaper that made it feel akin to a royal’s home.

Confronted by a large hallway that could easily fit three people shoulder to shoulder and a long, winding staircase that enticed one to see what the three upper floors held, the rookie police officer did what anyone would have - he froze.

Abel for his part kept walking a little down the way until he glanced over he shoulder, that grin coming out again. It was the full simper that belonged to a man a few decades his junior, but he wore it now just as he had in his youth, the life in it flashing in his eyes like claps of thunder. It that moment, it was as if he filled the space of the whole house, as grand and extensive as it was. “Come on boy, ain’t time for slack jaws, your boss will have your ass if you take too long.”

The cop shook his head free, quickly stepping after his guide. The house on its part kept an eye on the visitor, the walls lined with sprawling quantities of photos, whose subjects stared out to those passing. It went from old sepia constructs that desperately tried to fight the effects of ageing behind their glass windows to much more recent copies, showing the Mayor, his own children and a plethora of grandchildren.

Eventually, they turned into one of the adjourning rooms, revealing a parlour lounge. Abel didn’t waste a moment, his body immediately cut to the side of the room where a tray sat with a collection of alcohol, whiskey duly placed in a decanter. The rookie didn’t even have a chance to speak before the older man was thrusting a delicate crystal tumbler with the perfect amount of ice and bourbon in it.

“Ah..” The officer blinked after what seemed like an age, finally processing what was being offered and responding to it with a gentle shake of his head.

“I’m flattered sir, but I’m duty I can-”

“Hogwash.” Abel cut in. His voice had a sense of power to it, a thick with husky confidence that was at once both honeyed in Michiganian drawl and intense in its strength. It was almost like being hugged and punched at the exact same moment, it winded you, and you found yourself wondering what exactly happened.

“Ain’t your ma told you that it’s rude to refuse what is offered in a man’s home? It’s just one glass, ain’t no one gonna know.” He pressed the glass into the boy’s chest, and let it go, forcing the poor chap to hold it to avoid it following.

Abel turned around to sit on one of his lounge chairs, the movement hiding the sly smirk that drew across his lips. It always was so easy to play people to a fiddle. More often than not, all it took was a level of firmness, confidence that just begged people to question you and say no. Most people fold because humans, by nature, try to escape conflict. It only took fighters like the Hawker patriarch to know how to only bend to your own will.

“Aren’t you having some as well, sir?”

Perched on his old leather chair, Abel gestured at the boy again, his old veiny fingers beckoning him like a lazy puppeteer. He seemed almost like a relaxed king, his chin lifted in what could be confused for an old man trying to adjust his sight but was, in fact, concealed contempt. “Me? Oh no, I’m going on eighty, son, I gotta pick my battles with the booze. So, whatcha gonna ask me?”

Deputy took a sip of the bourbon likely to try to avoid causing offence and cleared his throat awkwardly before drawing closer to the Mayor. “Well sir, I just need to know your whereabouts and actions on the night of Saturday, 5th October.”

“Boy, if I told you about my whole day, we’re gonna be here till morn, how about you just give me some times to work with eh?”

A blush drew across the officer’s cheek, and he took a longer sip of the bourbon, trying to drown out the embarrassment. It was quite the social awkwardness to waste the Mayor’s time after all. “Ah yes well, any time in the afternoon would be helpful, urm, sir.”

“Well, I spend most of my evenings by the church, meetings and such with the local community. Wasn’t any different that way. I was doing an after prayer meeting at the church like I’ve been doing for longer than you’ve probably been alive.” It didn’t seem like a cutting remark, more just a flag clearly planted. It spoke clearly to the situation 'I’ve been doing this for a very long time. Have respect’.

“Yes, of course, sir, I’m sure the group will also confirm that, ah…um…” The poor newbie was struggling on the whole 'interviewing’ process, he juggled between his glass and getting a notepad from his shirt pocket. In what could only be described as an awkward tangle of limbs, the deputy eventually flicked to a page of notes and setting down his glass, he starts to write.

“Did you do anything after that, sir?”

Abel paused. It was just a minutia of movement, a brief hesitation that was entirely missable. He had to think about what he wanted to say for a moment, which was a rarity. “I got a headache, my age you know, soon as you get a whiff of a cold it hits you hard. So I came home early, and just…relaxed.”

“Of course, understandable, sir.” The youngster gave a nervous smile that likely was trying to be charming, though Abel barely gave it the time of day. Took more like cordial social interactions to actual gain his favour. He was at his heart, the sort of man that appreciated action over the frivolity of words.

“What’s your name, boy?”

The deputy blinked, and stared at Abel as if to ask 'me?’. The Mayor just raised a patient brow, a corner of his lips curled in a half-smile to encourage the boy.

“Urm, D-Deputy Roger Turner…sir.”

“Roger, old sorta name that. Did Sherriff Malvo recruit you?” Abel asked his questions with a gracious smile, but his tone was the kind that a police officer may have wielded ironically. It held a profound sense that answering wasn’t optional.

The deputy just nodded, putting his pad away and blinking away like an epiphytic deer in headlights.

“You know, I went to school with the Sherriff. I was older, but I knew him well enough. Still know him.”

Still completely lost on where this is going, the officer just bobbed his head along like a toy being shaken. His eyes were wide-eyed as if the prospect that his boss could know the Mayor well was surprising, even though anyone with even a modicum of a brain would expect it.

“I know, that if he knew one of his deputies, sent here to question me formally in the capacity of his office, decided to stand around and sip my bourbon, he’d fire them quicker than you could say missing kid.” It was said with the clinical cut of a surgeon. A master of the board calling out his checkmate, though Abel had to admit when it came to dimwits like Rogers, it so easy as to be boring.

The penny dropped. No, in fact, it tumbled down with the force of a loosen boulder, and just like that the naive youngster realised the brevity of his mistake. The only thing deputy could offer was a bumbling mess of words. “I well, you, um, I don’t…what?”

“It’s alright, my boy, I ain’t that cruel. I think we can come to an arrangement, make sure you can keep doing your good work. Take a seat.” To say Roger took the seat was being charitable, it was closer to collapse, the heavy browned leather of seat wrapping around him and making him seem like the 'boy’ that Abel had been calling him from the start. He just mutedly nodded, putting himself in the Mayor’s mercy.

The grin came back as Abel sat forward, a cat who had spotted its next meal. His eyes narrowed in conspiratorial slits a that broad smile of a kindly old man could now be seen to be what it actually had been, the deadly visage of a man who was unforgiving in exploiting your weaknesses. A game hunter in sight of prey.

“Now, why don’t you tell me all the hard work ya’ll have been doing. Don’t leave anything out.”

ANYTHING ELSE?

> Abel Hawker is a man of the draft. Not only did he serve in the Second World War upon turning 19 in 1943, but he then went on to make a second draft into the Korean war in his twenties. He’s a man who has killed and be trained to kill, causing violence to be no stranger to him. However, being a soldier has its price. There’s a simmering rage in Abel that’s hidden beneath his advanced age and small-town manners. It takes a lot to unsettle a man whose been in such brutal wars, but if you do, expect to find a hurricane of force that would rival many of Michigan’s infamous tornados.

> The Mayor was a loyal husband while he still had a wife, and can be quite the caring partner back in the days when he bothered with relationships. A sense of loyalty runs deep in him, and it spreads to his family. While he could never truly understand the interracial and liberal relationships that his children took on, he never removed his support (though he did spare a comment or two of opinion on it), because to him, family sticks together, always.

> No one is entirely sure of the source of the Hawker family wealth. It seems to be an accepted part of Devil’s Knot. The sun rises, the snow falls, and the Hawker family are wealthy. Only Abel and his father before him genuinely knows how the fortune was built and continues to be maintained. Make no mistake, the Mayor does not just sit on his inheritance, he grows it, to pass on to his son and his grandchildren. A tree after all, without the right care, only withers.

> The day of Brian Goode’s disappearance, Abel did indeed attend his usual Chapter meeting, he did also leave early. However, the bit he fails to often mention is that he had visitors to his house that evening when his grandson was seemingly long asleep. Man in dark coats and suitcases, who spent quite a few hours speaking to the Mayor about matters not uttered very openly.

> Mayor Hawker is quite the singer. Back in his day, in fact, Abel was part of a travelling band for a few years after the Korean war. It was just a hobby of boys trying to find work (Abel’s father was notoriously frugal), but should someone look hard enough, they may see old photos around Devils Knot of the band’s past shows. Still now, one can often catch him singing an old tune or listening to a recording on his record player. He surprisingly keeps up with more modern music too, but you’d never catch him admitting it. Perhaps in another life, he could have tried at it for real.

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hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog · 6 years ago

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Closing Time- Dean Winchester

Alright everyone here it is my very first Dean Winchester one shot. Please be kind to me all DeanGirls! I hope I did Dean justice. Any and all feedback is welcome.

I love this song, it has been a favorite of mine, and you should listen to it if you haven’t because its good. I wanted to write a Dean story, and I felt that this song in this setting was Dean and not Sam.

Dean x Plus Size Reader, reader is a bartender and a local small town dive bar in Michigan. Its closing time and a mystery man catches her eye, and is the last to leave, but is he really a mystery to her?

warnings: angst, talks of death and losing a love one, flirting, body issues. some language for good measure. Word length is over 2,000 (sorry not sorry).

As always like and reblog if your so incline, comment below or send asks or messages with feedback. Photos are not mine they are from Google- the story is so PLEASE DON”T POST AS YOUR OWN WORK.

If you want to be tag let me know. If you like it and want to see more Dean stories let me know!

Special shout out to: @sammysgirl-spnlove and @4narniand4aslan who pre-read this and help me out- without them it would still be stuck on my computer waiting to be published.

Love!

“Y/N, are you sure your good to close up buy yourself?” Carly asks, as she rounds the bar with her coat in hand and bag over her shoulder.

“Yes, of course, I have closed up so many times, I could do it in my sleep, besides it’s dead in here” You say, giving her a reassuring smile, looking around the room, you only have three people in the whole place, which for a Wednesday night in this small town that says something. Normally it would be packed, but the nearby colleges in Detroit are out for summer break, so the number of customers has completely dropped.

“Alright, you going to ask that cute one over there for his number?” Carly asks in a hushed voice, leaning on the bar counter so only you can hear. You look to the stranger, sitting at the far end of the bar, close to the door. He is cute you think, short dirty blond hair in that ‘I just woke up’ messy look, his emerald green eyes, not focused on anything really, moving from the tv to his phone.

“I don’t think I am his type, besides he’s probably just passing through, doesn’t look like a local” you say, wiping down the bar with a rag, and then sticking it in your back pocket.

“Oh come on Y/N, you have to stop that, you’re hot” she says, giving you a smile, looking back over at the stranger and then back to you, “besides when was it that you had just some fun, a night of just letting loose? He looks like he could do that for you?” she says with a grin forming on her face.

It had been a while…okay a few years, but in your defense, guys from this small town or who came into the bar, weren’t looking to hook up with a girl like you. Your not model thin by any means, and as much as they love your personality, you always got the line of ‘Your such a great girl, laid back and fun’ but it was the thought of seeing you naked that turn them off right quick, so you honestly stop trying.

“No I think he would like you better, you should go for it?” you say, turning your back to Carly, to put a few glasses away. Looking at your watch it, 1 a.m., yes finally it’s getting to that time.

“I don’t think so, night Y/N” she says, turning to walk out.

“Night” you say over your shoulder. You look around and make the last call announcement, giving a quick glance over to where the mystery man is sitting, you notice that he gone, ‘well missed out on that’ you think. “Hey last call everyone” you yell to the last two people in the bar.

This causes the last to stragglers to leave, well that was easy you thought, on a normal night it was a mad dash when you made last call to get their orders in. Heading over to the juke box, thinking you are alone, you play your favorite song.

Hitting a few buttons, “Closing Time” by Semisonic, the guitar riff breaks through the emptiness and you just stand their for a second letting the music fill your ears, God I love this song.

“Wow, if that is not a cliché song then I don’t know what is” you hear a deep voice coming from behind you, pulling you from your thoughts and startling you.

“What the hell!” you yell, turning around to see mystery man standing next to his chair behind you. your heart is beating a mile a minute.

“Sorry, just came from the bathroom, you really play this to tell customers your closing?” he asks, picking up his beer and finishes it off.

“No I made a last call announcement, you were gone…I thought,” you say, a little annoyed that he dissed your favorite song, and scared you. You head towards the bar, picking up the few remaining glassware on the table as you pass. “Thought I was alone, do you want anything?” you ask, hopping he will say no and leave.

“Sure, whiskey” he says picking up his beer bottle and following you to the bar where he takes a seat.

Of course he would want something you think, grabbing a glass you pour him a drink, “and this song is great how can you not like it?” you ask.

“It’s just…not my favorite…more of a classic rock guy myself” he says, taking a drink and setting the glass down between his hands. His emerald green eyes lock in with yours, and you now notice how truly handsome and way out of your league he is. With his strong jaw that has the two day scruff, and a dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. Why is someone this gorgeous in a small town like this one, talking to me in a run down bar?

“Well you know the story behind the song right?” knowing that this was never going to go anywhere you figure might as well be nice, maybe get a big tip out of it. You start to do your nightly close behind the bar, as he ponders.

“No, what?” he says, finishing up his drink and spinning the glass between his fingers on the bar.

“The band needed a new song to close out their performances, and so one of the members wrote this, and when it came out, all the bars were using it, an that is how it got so popular” you say, pouring him another drink.

“Interesting” he says, giving you a nod of thanks for the drink.

“So you got a name?” you ask, finishing up behind the bar, and wiping down a few tables. “I should probably know your name, you know cause I am letting you hang out here while I am closing up and all” you say giving him a half smile.

“Dean, and you sweetheart?” he asks, turning to watch you, feeling his eyes on you, normally you would be creeped out by something like this. For some reason Dean didn’t make you feel that way. There was something about him that drew you to him instead of pulling you away. There was something about this man that you couldn’t quite place, and then it hits you, you do know him.

“You’re not from around here are you Dean?” you question, walking back over to him, you take a seat next to him. Sitting across for him, closer then you have been all night, you see the man your father has told you about.

“Nope, just passing through on work” he says, leaning into you, one hand on the bar the other draped casually over the back of the chair.

“What do you do?” you ask, looking at his attire, dress in jeans, a open red flannel shirt over a black t-shirt and leather jacket on the back of the chair, you know what he does, hell you know who he is. Keeping your face calm, not wanting to break, you want to see how long he will keep this up.

“umm…family business, nothing exciting” he says, avoiding the question, clearing his throat, he shifts his eyes downwards towards the floor.

You have meet a few over the years, passing through on the way to Detroit or Saginaw for hunts, or leaving the state. From what you can gather there are two types of hunters; those who want to tell you all about ‘wild’ stories after they had a few too many, to impress you, and those like Dean right now that would rather forget what they do.

“Cool, I know about family business” you say, the gesturing around the room. Giving Dean a pass on telling you the truth, you decide that hopefully this information will help him piece it all together.

“This is your bar? You’re Y/N (your last name)?” he questions, giving you a inquisitive look.

“Yep, it was my dad’s and he left it to me” you say mater-of-fact, just bringing up your dad, makes you miss him even more. His line of ‘if their money green and the credit cards go through, no need bother them.’ runs through your head, and you have to stifle a laugh, knowing that he was talking about hunters. Your dad telling you that they were mostly harmless and to just let them be.

“I knew your Dad…he was a great man…I am sorry to hear about him passing” Dean says with sincerity. You can see it on his face, he means this, and it makes you happy. You also see relief wash over his face, now putting two and two together that you really know what he does, “So you know…”

“Yeah I know you’re a hunter Dean, I knew who you were the second you walked in” you says, holding your smile for getting to big, you shake your head a lean over to grab the whisky bottle and another glass, pouring Dean another and you one.

“How…” he questions, taking a drink.

“Dad told me about you…best hunter out there” you say as casual as possible then taking a drink.

This line, causes Dean to choke a bit on his drink, he sets the glass down, trying to get air back in his lungs.

“Ummm….What?” he says, a bit off guard, you hand him your bar rag, and he takes it, wiping the whiskey that is falling off his chin.

“Yeah…Dad would talk about this hunter, Dean Winchester, legendary, best hunter out there, survived death so many times, has the reputation of making death his bitch” you say as casual as possible as if this is a normal statement people make everyday.

Raising the glass to finish off your drink you watch as his breathing becomes normal and he trying to hide the pride that he feels about being call ‘legendary.’ Its a nice to see him trying to hold back, most guys would be so smug about it, Dad was right, Dean was a different kind of hunter.

“So you know about the life…well it’s not all glamour as these guys make it out to be sweetheart” he says getting his confidence back, finishing up his drink in one motion. You watch him for a moment, letting the silence fill the room. You can tell he’s hurt, behind that hard exterior, is someone, a boy just wanting a break. Now you see it the circles under his eyes, the wear of the road getting to him. Jumping from case to case, he looks like he hasn’t had a good night sleep in forever.

“Never thought it would be” You state, wanting him to know that you understood the sacrifices that he and every hunter out there make, and for most it wasn’t their choice to do this. “So were you here for a hunt or coming for one?” you ask.

“Both, sweetheart” he says.

I know who I want to take me home.

Take me home

You hear the song start to come to an end, the few final lines filling the silence, almost as it saying what you want, you want to go home, you want Dean to take you home. Just something about him, makes you want be with him, besides the whole sexy as hell thing that he has going on, it’s just talking with him. He was making you feel something you hadn’t in a long time. You could feel your confidence rising or was that just in your mind?

“I think I should be going, let you get out of here” he says, reaching for his wallet, to pay, you put a hand up to stop him.

“Keep it” you say, with a smile, trying to not look to defeated that he is cutting the night off short, you get up and start to walk away, trying to shake off the disappointment, ‘come on Y/N, you know how this ends.’

“I can’t do that” he says, pulling out some money and setting it on the bar underneath his empty glass, you quickly see that’s all he has left in his wallet. He gets up, and shrugs on his jacket.

“Where you crashing tonight?” you ask, not sure why, just something inside you doesn’t want him to go just yet.

This causing him to look up at you, “umm…not sure yet…think there a motel down the street?”

“Yeah…along with disgusting old beds, and cold water” you say, setting down your rag, “Wait here” you tell him, as you go to the back to grab your jacket and bag. You come back out to see him standing there waiting, you walk over towards him, picking up the money in the process and handing it back to him.

“What…” he starts to protest, but you cut him off, your fingers just lightly touch his when handing him the money.

“I know you would have saved him… if you would have been here…he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time” you whisper to him, looking down at his hand and yours, the pulse that you’re feeling, just won’t go away. This statement catches him off guard again, you look up to see his emerald green eyes staring intensely back at you.

“I was just one day behind…” he starts to explain, but you hold a finger up to stop him, you didn’t want to hear it, not tonight.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

That line runs through your head, not sure what comes over you, but you lean in, giving him a light kiss on the check, “come home with me, Dean” He looks at you, as if this is coming out of left field, and you know that you have to make it clear what you want, “I mean as a friend…God your cute and all, but give a girl some credit” you say, pulling away from him, walking past him.

As much as you want him, in every possible way, you’re smarter then that, a friend is what you need, it’s what you think he needs right now. No point in messing it up, when you know that he will never want you that way anyways. You reach the door, and turn back to see him watching you.

“You coming?” you ask, pushing the door open with your hip and letting the cool fall air come in.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years ago

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Nightmare- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,616

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

Summary: You finally got everything you want in life. So, naturally, something else has to ruin it but this time, it’s about you. It’s about Sam. What does this all mean?

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Suddenly, it was like all your dreams came true in one night. Ever since Cassie, you and Dean haven’t been able to keep your hands off one another. It was like your 14-year-old self was finally able to come out and play with the man she loved.

Of course, Sam didn’t want any part of this so you had to be careful around him. That meant you two have yet to have sex but when it happened, you bet it would be amazing. You weren’t a virgin but you wished Dean was your first. You wished he was there instead of that sleaze ball.

You tried not to think about it too much. But when you were with Dean, all your worries floated away. He made you a much happier persona d you liked the woman you were now becoming. You were a way better person suited for Dean than Cassie.

You knew of the Hunter life so it wasn’t hard in that department. You traveled with him and slept in the same motel room every night. You used to sleep on the couch so you could let the two tallest men you’ve ever met have the beds. You didn’t mind the couch if it meant Dean and Sam could sleep better.

But now that you and Dean got together, you’ve been sleeping in his bed with him and you couldn’t remember a time when you’ve slept this good at night. You felt safer in his arms and he was home to you. It didn’t matter where you were; Dean Winchester was your home.

Even now, as you were lying in his arms, you were content. You were sleeping like a baby in his really strong arms and touching his warm body. Growing up, you had really bad nightmares of your mom but when you were in Dean’s arms, all that went away.

You were facing Dean when you were being woken up. You groaned and buried your face in his chest while your body fought with you to sleep. Who was waking you up and what did they want?

“Dean. Y/N, wake up.” You heard Sam say. You felt Dean move and tightened his arms around you. He had to make sure that you were really there and what happened with Cassie wasn’t all a dream; that you really were his.

“What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night.” Dean said, his voice thick with sleep. You turned around to see Sam packing his things. You frowned at the urgency in Sam’s actions.

“We have to go.” Sam said, rushing.

“What's happening?” You asked, suddenly on alarm. Dean didn’t seem too alarmed but he was fully awake now.

“We have to go. Right now.” Sam said, walking out to the car with his bag. You groaned and fell back on the bed and Dean turned to you.

“What’s up with him?” You asked his brother and looked up at Dean’s sleepy eyes.

“I don’t know but we better get going.” Dean kissed your forehead and got up, going to get his stuff.

Sam was waiting in the Impala when you and Dean got out of the room. You got in the back and Dean got behind the wheel. You were on the road in less than 10 minutes. You had no idea what was going on but you couldn’t go back to sleep now. No matter how tired you were.

Once you got on the road, Sam was pulling out his phone, dialing someone. You wondered what the hell was going on inside his head. He pulled out a detective badge and you were really curious as to who he was calling.

“McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry.” Sam said into the phone.

“Sam, what the hell is going on?” You sat up, looking at him.

“I had a nightmare of a man dying. I can’t shake this feeling.” Sam said, sighing.

“Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare.” Dean said, driving.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Sam scoffed, still on hold.

“I mean it. You know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. I don’t know what’s going on but this is just a nightmare. It won’t check out.” Dean said, trying to reassure his brother.

“It felt different Dean; real. Like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica.” Sam said. You’ve never seen him so anxious about anything before.

“Alright, if it does check out, I’m assuming we are going to visit this house. What did you see in this nightmare, exactly?”

“A man getting killed in his car while it was running. Nothing was there to hurt him but I don’t know what’s going on with me.” Sam sighed.

“Have you ever seen this man before?” You asked him.

“No, I haven’t.” Sam said quietly.

“No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?” Dean asked.

“Maybe there is some kind of connection that we aren’t aware of.” You said to Dean and Sam.

“Yes, I'm here.” Sam said into the phone. You waited to hear a response from Sam but he picked up a pen and glared at his brother.

“Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks.” Sam wrote that down on whatever surface he could find. He hung up the phone and looked at his brother. You found a map in the backseat and opened it up, looking at it.

“Checks out. How far are we?” Sam said, urgency in his tone.

“From Saginaw? A couple of hours.” You said, looking at the map you found.

“Drive faster.” Sam said, commanding his brother to do so. Dean didn’t argue and pressed on the gas, cutting the drive time from 2 hours down to one. When you arrived at your destination, your mouth opened in surprise when you saw emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher, being zipped up in a body bag.

“How did you know?” You whispered to yourself. You looked at Sam to see him grimace. You and the boys got out and walked quickly to the crowd and saw a woman by herself.

“What happened?” Dean asked the woman, standing beside her. You stood beside Dean and looked at her, waiting.

“Suicide. I can't believe it.” She sighed and looked sad.

“Did you know them?” Sam asked, standing on the other side of the woman.

“No, but I saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seemed so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors.” She sighed.

“Guess not.” Dean muttered, looking at the house.

“How did... uh, how are they saying it happened?” Sam wondered.

“I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running.” She looked up at Sam.

“Do you know about what time they found him?” You asked her.

“Oh, it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through.” You looked over at the house to see a man and a woman crying on the front porch. You saw a distraught younger man behind them.

You almost didn’t notice the boys walking away from you and you jogged to catch up with them. What was happening?

“Sam, we got here as fast we could.” You said, seeing how upset he was.

“Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?” Sam sighed, looking at his brother, then at you.

“I don’t know.” Dean said, looking at his brother.

“So, what do you think killed him?” You asked the brothers.

“Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all.” Dean shrugged.

“I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage.” You looked at Sam. You believed everything he was saying. Sam wasn’t a normal person. Even though you had dreams about your mom’s death before it happened, that was the only time it happened. You didn’t know why you never got them again or what they meant.

“What was it? A spirit, poltergeist, what?” Dean asked.

“I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening, Dean.” Sam said, getting worked up. He was scared and confused about all of this.

“Sam, it’s okay,” You put your hands on his shoulders. “Sam, look at me.” He looked down at you with worry in his features.

“We are going to figure this out, okay? You have no need to be scared. Dean and I are right here.” You saw him nod and take a deep breath. You let go of his shoulders and turned to Dean.

“Come on, let’s just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family.” Dean said, opening the car door.

“Dean, you saw them, they're devastated. They're not going to want to talk to us.” You said, a bit worried about how this was going to go.

“Yeah you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to.” Dean said, smirking a bit. You didn’t like that smile. It was the smile of a Dean idea going to go bad.

“Who?” Sam said, getting in the car.

“I guess you’ll see then.” Dean chuckled and started the car up. You didn’t like this at all.

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slutwalrusss · 6 years ago

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Guttural Punctuation

May 3rd - May 7th, 2019 Age: 21

Since about sophomore year of high school I’ve been riding my bike. I’ve been able to ride bikes for most of my life but I was never the kind to take any jumps on one until about then. That bike of mine would take me anywhere but it all came with a price; Damaged skin, ribbed shins, and rolled ankles. Though this kind of tough love has been kicking around for five years, I never let it stop me from becoming the strong person I am today.

Back on Friday I made a final trip down to Saginaw before I made the pilgrimage back to Traverse City for my summer job. I would usually visit Bigby Coffee for an iced ‘flavor of the day’ and cruise over to Celebration Park down on Cushway Lane. I was surprised to catch my friend on her last day working the coffee shop thinking that her last day was the previous Friday. I would always joke to her that ‘I’m going to go ride and not hurt myself’. Sure enough on my way with some vanilla iced beverage and a can of Red Bull, I arrived to the local skatepark.

I wasn’t shocked at all that the park lacked any sort of populous, it was about 12:45pm on a Friday. I rolled up to the gate and straight charged the mini bowl. One of my favorite features. I got a couple of laps in and did something on the wave ledge and hopped back into the big bowl doing a 180. I take a couple pumps around the bowl corners and shoot for the extension quarterpipe, but that same ramps decided it would shoot for me. I take this ramp like any sort of airout turn around and something catches. My equilibrium thrown from balance like myself off my bike in this moment. I take the six foot free fall to my left side, nothing bracing the impact.

Something wasn’t right, I was rife with pain. I leveraged the bike off of me and trudged over to the mellow bowl rollin. My breath short and my pain long, the left side of my abdomen was finished. I make a phone call to my friend Dustin to earn some dude points because I actually took a decent fall and got up, though in returned I got a ‘nice’ and a ‘go ride it off’. I stay perched on that ramp for another minute or so, staring at my bike thinking on how it betrayed me and I betrayed it.

I continue to get this feeling that something really isn’t right, the moment where invincibility loses a couple letters and becomes vincible. I wasn’t going to ride this off. The pain wasn’t a bone or a muscle, it was much deeper than that. I scramble to my bicycle so I can get some sort of help, I wasn’t going to find any of that help alone. I load up my bike in my backseat upside down with the handlebars turned sideways, my vision starts to falter. Everything starts to become brighter, much like staring into a LED light. Though it wasn’t safe to drive, my cheap morals didn’t want to splurge on a much needed ambulance.

I start driving the streets of downtown Saginaw, everything around me bright white reminiscent of when I was dehydrated once. I could barely make out anything but outlines and movements. I narrowly avoid a traffic cone pulling into the nearest entryway. A Burger King. I make my way into the establishment with a bottle of flavored water and I mob the first open bench right next to the entrance. My vision starts to return to normal as I drink that water. With whatever life I had left in me, I was slumped on the table with my flannel underneath my head. I look like I just was found in a desert.

Not a single person questioned it. I wasn’t expecting to draw any attention from my plight, I normally avoid attention at all costs due to my awkward demeanor. I was profusely dripping sweat on the floor like a professional wrestler, just drop after drop. My lungs were running on half capacity and my stomach was aching. The last thing anyone would want to do after hurting themselves in the most ridiculous way possible is to call their mother. That was exactly what I did.

No answer. That was rather unfortunate. I do some digging around trying to WebMD my issues to see if I’m actually dying or not to no avail. I call one of the local hospitals and ask for consultation, dumb enough but no avail. I finally get ahold of my mother and she’s panicked by my choice of words replacing ‘hello’ with ‘I think I need to go to the hospital. She’s busy getting ready for work and missed my first phone call because of her shower. She’ll be quick to get me. I receive another phone call from her moments later just saying that the paramedics would be the right choice.

I end up calling 911, the second to last thing I’d want to do from stupidly hurting myself besides calling my mother. Not knowing the infrastructure of Saginaw in the slightest, I blank out on the road name besides ‘downtown Saginaw Burger King’. The most general information I could’ve gave a dispatcher. I get put through to another dispatcher telling me to hold on as she radios some information.

“21 year old male, over at the Burger King on Michigan Avenue. He was saying he fell off his bike at the skatepark and is having trouble breathing.”

That was me. I finished up that call and waited for my judgement. I was hoping that I would be okay, but I better be hurt enough to justify having the paramedics called and my health insurance charged. I see the ambulance pull through the driveway and park all with three men jumping out to assist the ‘scene’. I give a half-assed wave to signal them that I was their caller and I get a pointer finger back.

Now everybody starts to look at that man who was potentially dying instead of thinking it’s a typical clapped out Saginaw tweaker on drugs. I follow them out and explain to them my situation, I get evaluated and put in the stretcher. The driver of the ambulance asked me what hospital would I like to go to and I just said the first one that rolled off my tongue. I only knew that hospital existed from the fact that it was where I was born. I didn’t know anything about Saginaw besides the couple of places I’ve visited.

Out of the very few ambulance rides I’ve ever received. Shortest one of my life. The hospital was right across the street from where I pulled off and called the paramedics, I was dumbfounded. I go through the whole rigamarole that is checking into a hospital, the questions and the signatures. From the wheelchair I was offloaded into, I could see my mothers boyfriend Jordan fighting with the metal detector at the security entrance. Not only did I make it that close to the hospital, my mother wasn’t far behind at all. All within the first hour I received several tests, all from X-rays to ultrasounds. The doctor came back into the room after a couple minutes of waiting to reveal my verdict.

I was told that I had punctured my spleen and had some internal bleeding. This was one of my most brutal injuries I have ever received, though it is questionably the worst painful one maybe with a grade three ankle sprain beating it by a hair. I were to spend 72 hours in the Intensive Care Unit, all to actively keep up with my vitals and monitored my bleeding. This is far from the seventy degree weekend that I wanted to spend.

The rest of the night entailed me taking some Tylenol and actually caving into some light morphine which was definitely what I needed. I would have these weird breathing attacks where my breathing would get irregular and I would tense up and try to catch my breath. Things were not coming up Milhouse. I got to spend the night with my mother which was a rare experience seeing how we’ve been so distant since high school. It was nice.

The next day went just as well, I would have to go about two or so days without investing liquids or solids except for my IV fluids and I would have to go about four without a shower. Seeing how my story telling is coming from the fourth day perspective, the shower felt quite nice. That was the one thing I wanted more than anything, not the ability to leave but the ability to scrub away the scent of morphine-laden urine. I was quite embarrassed as I would consider myself a person who cares about their self image. Better yet, I wanted to keep myself in top shape for that one nurse that I have a crush on. Though it’ll never happen, one can dream. It has been a crazy four days and I’m looking forward to seeing what the next two months without a bike might hold for me. Shaping up to be a good night with a fresh shower and that exact nurse adjusting my pressure cuff. this hospital bed will be the best sleep I’ve ever had.

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d-d-didnt-i · 6 years ago

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DeGarmo: No boyfriend for this 'normal kid'

January 14, 2005

"American Idol" star Diana DeGarmo sings in Lansing tonight.

But on Thursday afternoon, she sat in the garage of her suburban Atlanta home, just home from classes at Shiloh High School.

"It's the only quiet place in the house," said DeGarmo, 17, who has crammed the release of her album "Blue Skies," a concert tour, news shows, talk shows and Disney-sponsored events into her senior year.

"We're getting our basement remodeled, and there are people here for that. I have a stylist who just arrived from L.A. to help me with clothes. We have a whole bunch of people running around."

DeGarmo will sing four songs and sign autographs beginning at 7 p.m. tonight at Schuler Books and Music in Eastwood Town Centre. Then she'll sing in Saginaw before heading to Los Angeles to rehearse for the Jay Leno show.

We asked her to tell us about life in the fast music lane since she earned her runner-up spot (Fantasia Barrino came in first) on "American Idol" last spring. Here are her takes on a variety of topics:

• High school: "People pretty much treat me the exact same way they did before," she said. "I'm just like everybody else. It's good to kind of step away from the whole chaos of what I'm doing and come back to school and be a normal kid."

• College: No plans for that right now. "I just know I will someday for my own personal well-being," she said.

• Boys: No boyfriend. "No, no!" she laughed. "I don't even have time for myself."

• Cars: She's squealing-excited about her new one, a black Mustang with pink racing stripes given to her by Ford. "It's my baby," she said. "I'm actually sitting here looking at it." It shares the garage with the loaded Ford Expedition she gave her mother for Christmas. "We're like the walking Ford billboard," she said.

• A few words about her fellow "American Idol" finalists:

Fantasia: "We haven't spoken in a while because we're both on really hectic schedules," she said. "I've seen her twice going in and out of hotels."

Kelly Clarkson: "She's hysterical, really, really a fun girl and really cool to be around. She has a really amazing voice."

Ruben Studdard: "I call Ruben 'Ruby,'" she said. "He's just this big, sweet, huggable guy and he's so mellow."

Clay Aiken: "Actually, I'm really friends with Clay's hairdresser. He sends me text messages on Clay."

• What she would do if her "Idol" fame all ended tomorrow: "I would go to college and get my degree in business and see if I could move up in the business side of the industry."

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bdujardin · 7 years ago

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1,826 days

I’m not sure why anniversaries take on more significance when they are divisible by five (or 10 or 25 – which are both divisible by five as well). Why is the fifth anniversary any more significant than the fourth? We lost our son, and Nikki lost her brother, five years ago today. I didn’t write much last year on this date because I figured I said all there was to say during the previous four years. There are only so many words available that can adequately express one’s grief over a loss like that and I feel like I have run out of those words. However, because today’s date is one of the magical divisible-by-five dates, I feel compelled to mark this anniversary with words somehow. For once in my life, though, I really am struggling to find something to say. Right now, all I can think of are things we have gone through since he left us. I have written about a few of them (some good, some not). But over the last five years, Maureen, Nikki, and I have seen many things that people (including us) interpret as signs. Shortly after he died, we went to see a medium perform in hopes of Anthony reaching out to us. The closest we came that evening was seeing a car just like his parked right in front of the building. About a year later, we saw Theresa “The Long Island Medium” Caputo in Saginaw and if you believe in such things, Anthony spoke to Maureen and me. I wrote about that here. Each of us has seen his car – not a car just like his but his actual car that we sold to someone – at the airport (fittingly) or while driving on a long trip. We have had dreams about him as well.

Just a couple of weeks ago, right before my birthday, I heard something that people have since told me was his voice. I was driving down our street and saw two little boys playing catch on the sidewalk. One of the kids let the ball go through his legs just like Bill Buckner and started running towards the street to retrieve it. As I slowed down just in case, I heard a boy’s voice say, “Dad! Dad!” I don’t think either of the kids said it but I can’t be sure. And I’m not really sure to whom they would be directing it because there were no adults in sight. A couple blocks later, I was driving by the middle school where students were jogging around the track and I heard the same voice say, “Dad! Dad!” As I looked over, there was a boy about 12 who was about Anthony’s height at that age and he kind of had his hair the way Anthony wore it. The voice stopped but the boy was waving at me. He wasn’t waving past me or to someone else; it was definitely directed at me. So what does all this stuff mean? Well-meaning people (myself at times among them) will say that he is trying to let us know he is with us. But he’s not with us. If he was with us, I could send him the hundreds of stories, photos, and videos that made me think, “You know who would LOVE this?” Each time Maureen or a friend tells me, or I even tell myself, “Oh, he’s with us,” the logical part of me (the part of me that Anthony got in spades) wants to yell, “No! Obviously he's not!” But the spiritual part of me needs something to hold on to in order to get through another day without my boy. When I looked up “grief,” it was defined as, “keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret.” It is all those and it doesn’t go away. It doesn’t get better. There are times when the pain is not in the front of my brain but all it is doing is waiting to come back to the front… and it often comes in waves. Whatever all those incidences listed above are, I think I need to believe those are signs he is with us even as the left side of my brain tells me they are not. That faith is what makes it easier (not easy – easiER) to make it through the day when I am missing him so much. I am not one of those people that you will hear say, “God has a plan,” especially since I think His plan has sucked for the last five years. But I have to grab on to part of that. I need to know that something is ahead for Maureen, Nikki, and me that will make this all worthwhile. Maureen and I will tell each other at times that one of us is having a “bad Anthony day,” which is a day when the grief just seems so overwhelming. Thankfully, we haven’t had many of those days at the same time. It’s on those bad Anthony days, though, that I have to keep telling myself that I will see him again and it will be worth it. I don’t know if I actually believe that all the time. I just need to believe it enough. I miss you, boy.

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I currently live in Glasgow and have one year left of college (after this one) before my family moves to England, due to my my mums fiance/my little sisters dad working down there. Once we move down there I will be doing my driving tests. So my question is would it be possible for me to be put under his car insurance policy even though we are not directly related and my mum has not married him yet? I will be living with him, working for him and he will be putting me through my lessons and also helping to support me as I continue my education down there (if i need support).""

Anyone know any car insurance company's that can offer cheap car insurance for a 18 year old?

I am 18 and just bought a Nissan Altima 08. I live in California, Los Angeles. I am trying to get insured and they want to charge me $3000 a year. Thats $250 a month for car insurance. Its more then my car payments. Anyone know any insurance company that can offer a better deal?""

Car insurance for 17 year old male?

I am learning how to drive, and am looking at what cars would best suit me in terms of cheapness and how cheap to insure. I have looked at a few online quotes for a few cars being, 2001 peugeot 206 1.1, ford fiesta 1.2 1997, cheapest was 4 grand from post office. I know i haven't pasted my test yet, but i want to have a rough idea how much it will cost me. These quotes are madness i cannot afford that, i will be paying for this car myself and insurance myself, i work part time and will have to save. Is there any special classes i can take that would lower my insurance? I have heard of special night classes or something along those lines. What cars would be best for me looking at? Also are older cars or cars with higher mileage cheaper to insure? Many thanks :)""

What is the cheapest liability insurance in sacramento?

looking for auto liability. just to cover the basics. i'm shooting for 50 dollars or less per month.

Does Bupa insurance cover child birth in USA?

Does Bupa insurance cover child birth in USA? and what is the steps for that?

CLASSIC MINI!!! How much does insurance cost for a 17 year old female?

About to buy a classic mini as my first car and wanted to know how much other peoples insurance has cost. Im female thanks

Car mod insurances?

does a body kit cost alot on your insurances.if you no what percentage it increces. thanks

Cheapest car to insure?

I'm not asking for lectures of any kind, I simply want to know what the cheapest cars are to insure. The Ford Ka is a cheap one. I don't want to be told there are no cheap car insurance, just the cheapest of them all. I'm a 17 year old male in Nov. Live with parents in a good area with no crime.""

What is a good insurance for younger people starting out?

I'm just about to turn 20 years old and I'm having tooth problems I'm looking for an insurance that deals with dental and if possible emergency and pregnancy. My fiance has insurance but to put me on it it would cost $300 a month we can't afford that. Please let me know if u have any in mind.. Thanks

""If I buy a healthcare insurance plan from the exchange, can I switch plans just like I can with car insurance?

I know car insurance companies must refund you everything you did not use when you decide to switch insurance companies.

Tricare/ER Insurance Question?

I lived in Arizona last year and still am in the Tricare West system (out of Luke AFB), although I now live in Ohio. I hurt my ankle several weeks ago and still can't bend it certain ways, and am beginning to suspect a hairline fracture...if I go to the ER (nowhere near any military facilities, especially not with hospitals), and put down my insurance company, will Tricare pay for it (including poss. X-rays) even though I'm still in the Tricare West system? Or should I submit the papers to get a PCM in the North region? (No matter what, I'm assuming I don't need a referral from my PCM to go to the hospital/get X-rays, is this correct?)""

Car insurance for 17 year old guy?

i just got my license and im thinkin buyin 2010 Mustang. How much would insurance cost and what insuranse company is cheapest?

Does having a medical marijuana card affect auto insurance?

can auto insurance companies raise your rates if you have a medical marijuana card

""Average car insurance for 17 year old in ON, Canada?""

I'm a 17 year old female, no problems with driving, and with drivers ed course completed and certified. I have good grades going from 70s-90's. I'm looking into getting the new 2012 Ford Fiesta once I get my G2. How much would I pay a year/month for car insurance? Thanks""

""Car with basic insurance stolen, what will insurance company say?""

My 90 honda civic was recently stolen, and I had the most basic insurance legally possible. Will my insurance help cover this at all? I have car insurance through Omni and I already called them... but I have to wait 24-48 hrs before I'll hear back from them. I think I know the answer already, but can anyone that's been in a similar situation fill me in?""

""If healthy foods were more affordable, would health insurance be cheaper?""

It irritates me beyond words that people these days are almost forced to have a poor diet because junk food is more affordable. Then, the health risks associated with eating junk food cause more people in the hospital, more money being shucked at pharmaceutical companies for medicine to treat the diseases cause by poor diets, and health insurance and taxes we all have to pay for regardless of how healthy we try to be. I mean, if a packet of Ramen noodles is 50 cents and an apple is $1.50, the majority of the financially stressed nation is going to reach for the Ramen. I would love to eat mostly raw fruits and veggies all day long, but I simply can't afford that and it makes me feel like the government is forcing me to eat crappy foods in order to survive. Why are healthy foods so expensive? And wouldn't it factor out in the end to reduce the price of healthy foods knowing a lot of money would no longer have to be forked out for doctor's visits?""

What if I don't want to have Obama's health insurance or any health insurance?

I have had health insurance through my employer for the past 10 years. It covers everyone in my family and I pay about $70 a month for it. It's very affordable and I hope to keep ...show more

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What is the cheapest insurance for young drivers?

What is the telephone number to American Standard Insurance?? *car*?

thanks!!

How much would car insurance cost on average?

How much would car insurance cost on average for a 19-year old male, living on his own, drives about 40 miles a day and has had no traffic violations. what would the cost per month be?""

Health insurance question?

i am going to see a doctor tomorrow for something that has been bothering me for 2 years but ive only had my insurance for 1 year but before i had my insurance i did not see a doctor for the problem i had.... so what im asking is if i tell her i have been having the problem for 2 years will my insurance not pay for it since they consider that preexisting even though i have never seen a doctor for it before my insurance i have bluecross blueshield ppo plan

What is the estimated insurance for this car?

2-Door Coupe 1989 BMW 6 Series Coupe 2D 635CS, costing $6,000 new 16 yr. old driver.15-20000 in coverage.""

Traffic Citation: Insurance?

I received a traffic citation for speeding. I am not listed on my parents insurance card, but I am online. Online I appear as --- list only, driver under 21 never licensed my license number is not listed as well. Only my name and birthdate. -- Also it shows that I don't not have any rights as the insured drivers. Will their insurance rate increase even though I am not insured or listed as list only ? ** Included picture **""

Are online insurance rate quotes free/safe?

im trying to get an insurance quote on a motorcycle from progressive.com. However its asking for my social security number and other personal information. It seems like im actually registering for insurance.

My Insurance auto accident settlement?

I was recently in a car accident where a Nissan truck ran into the back of another car that then ran into the back of me causing $2000 worth of damage to the rear of my infiniti. I received moderate whiplash to my neck and had to be taken to the hospital. I checked out without any broken bones and was prescribed medication. I went to see a chiropractor and he has been working on my neck for a couple days which makes it feel a better. Im 100% not at fault and the insurance company has taken care of my car repair, rental, and medical bills. They ask me How much do I think I want for this accident for pain and suffering. I believe I am entitled to at least $3500-5000 for my suffering I live in NC. I believe $5000 is a reasonable consider the circumstances. I could have lost my life, broke my neck and been paralyzed for life. Thank the lord that I received only a whiplash. The stress that I am undergoing, the constant pain in my neck is a reminder of the accident, which I feel fearful of driving. The time I spent recovering could have been spent enjoying my life. Besides getting behind in my school work, I am absent from my student organization at school which I am a key figure ( president AGC). I don't enjoy waking up with cramps and headaches nor do I like to take prescription pills, and therapy. I don't want to be compensation a insufficient amount that wont even cover pain and suffering I went though. It seems like you people are on the side of the insurance company and not the victims in this situation. I wonder if any of you have ever been in an automobile accident and if you have must share some sort of empathy of what I am reiterating.""

Best dental insurance?

I need dental insurance for my 5 year old son and maybe myself also. Doe's anyone know the best plan to go with? Thanks alot

Will my car insurance rate go up?

so yesterday, I rear end into someone car but damage at all. His car still look new and my car still remain the same. But he said he will go check up his car, if there are some damage inside. He will claim my insurance. Suppose he claim my insurance, how much will my car insurance rate go up?""

Best way to get a car and insurance for 17 year old?

I'm 17 years old and wanting to buy a car. But the insurance is far too expensive and I don't want a car that is too second hand but still quite cheap if you know what I mean. Three people who can drive in my year have cars and theres somebody who has got a car ready for when he passes his test. I don't think they are all loaded so I don't know how they have done it. Thanks for any help.

Why are insurance companies under the Obama health care plan allowed to not cover existing medical problems?

How is this making health care affordable? My physician wrote a letter stating I have no complications, but the letter BC/BS sent me was that under the Obama health care plan they do not have to cover my thyroid or anything related to it. I am a widow, unemployed for 1 1/2 years and pay for my own health insurance. Will you do anything to change or eliminate this health care plan?""

Anyone have experience with Western and Southern life insurance co.?

I am looking to purchase term insurance

What is cheaper for insurance a red car or a black car?

Is insurance higher for a Grand Prix gt coupe?

In a couple of days I am going to be getting my license and on craigslist their is a Grand Prix gt coupe but my mom doesn't really want me to get it because she says the insurance is going to be high because it is considered a sports car is that true?

Temporary car insurance in uk?

can you get short term car insurance in the uk for like say a few months??? reason being is i have my everyday car but... have my toy i would like to use maybe few months of a year.

State Farm Renters Insurance: Explain Replacement Cost Coverage to me?

From what I understand, if a claim had to be filed, I would receive the current value of an item. For instance, I have a pair of $500 shoes. They are currently priced at $450, so the pay-out would be $450 and $500, correct?. Okay, so here are my two questions: 1) Would I be bound to REPLACE the lost item? Or would they give you the current cash value to buy whatever it is that you wanted to buy? 2) Are there no such policies that exists out there: a policy that would pay you what you INITIALLY paid for an item? So that one wouldn't lost out financially in the event that an item depreciates? If I'm wrong about any of the above, or if you think I need to be sure to clarify certain things with my agent, please let me know. Thanks.""

I'm switching car insurance and it's stressing me out?

The reason why it's stressing me out because the insurance company I had raised my insurance and I never been in an accident etc. I tried telling them I'm on a fixed income and I can't afford alot. I don't know what to do anymore I'm fed up with everything. This other insurance company asked me if I have any lapses if so then he can't give me a low rate for insurance and I never heard of that before? What is that?

How much insurance should I have on my car?

1999 Toyota Camry, 90K miles, excellent driving record, car is paid for. How much insurance should I have on it now?""

Question about car insurance ?!?!?!?

Ok so i am 17 and male so car insurance is tricky. i have a 1.3 toyota corolla,provisional licence, no driving experience. Most quotes are 4,000 at the cheapest. I cant afford this. Does anyone know how to get this cheaper. Is it possible to get insurance for around 2,000 ? My only option is to go as a named driver under my parents policy and have the car registered to them. Preferrably i want my own policy though. Any suggestions appreciated thanks :)""

What is the reliability of these private insurance companies?

Say some of Private sector insurance companies like TATA or Bajaj or Aditya Birla Group etc offering schemes like Cr life cover or pension plan for a minimum 500 or 800 per month premium etc....But What is the guarantee that those companies will even exist after 25 years...How is my money guaranteed?please help.

Car insurance coverage help!?

Currently I have a financed car. And is still currently paying for it monthly. After doing some research and purchasing my car insurance coverage - State Farm. My dad insisted he will help me with all the process. However, after he and I got done with everything. My coverage are, A - Liability P20 - Personal Injury Protection U, W uninsured and underinsured And finally these two: D - 500 Deductible Comprehensive G - 500 Deductible Collision which I learn online it is OPTIONAL to have: ( SO WHY DO I NEED IT EXACTLY THEN? my dad try explaining it but it didn't get through my hot head. ) So can anyone please tell me is it a requirement for me to have those to coverage D & G, if not I would really like to get it off and save some money instead of throwing it out the window. Thanks.""

Does anyone know where I can find good affordable health insurance?

How much would insurance cost for a 17 year old with a bimmer ?

Probably a late 1990's model. I have to pay for the car and 1/3rd insurance - so I'm just wondering how much insurance would be around for a BMW ?

Does Wal-Mart have better and cheaper insurance than Obamacare?

http://www.examiner.com/article/washington-examiner-walmart-s-health-plans-are-better-than-obamacare On Jan. 7, 2013, The Washington Examiner released the results of an investigation finding Walmart's employee health insurance is significantly better than Obamacare. Walmart has come under mega union labor union criticism as a retailer whose employees are both underpaid and mistreated. Like many insurance plans which have been canceled as a result of Obamacare benefit regulations, Walmart's health insurance has been called substandard. However after an in-depth comparison, the watch dog team of the Washington Examiner discovered employees of Walmart receive a better bang for the buck than Obamacare. In comparison to Obama care, it was discovered that Walmart plans were a whopping five to nine times less expensive. Full-service individual coverage in a Walmart HRA plan is available through a Blue Cross Blue Shield preferred provider organization for as little as $40 a month while family coverage averages $160 a month.""

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Looking for car insurance?

what do u use? Wat advice can u give me about it? All a Wat insurance do u use? Wat advice can u give me about it?

How much would the nissan altima coupe's insurance cost per year?

Prescott Valley, AZ""

19 years old and cheapest insurance i've found is 4.5k WHATS GOING ON?

Right basically i'm 19, recently past my test tried looking at every single type of car there is even with pass plus discount and it's barely even gone below 6000 (4500 wasn't even what i found, it was my sister that probably got one of my details wrong) I've even tried having parents as named drivers and i cant think of anything else i've not already tried. Even friends i know have had it less than 2000 and at the moment i'll be happy to get below 3000 Pleaseee help!""

Can I lose my job for not having insurance?

I have heard so many different things. But I called my job today and I found out that they are offering insurance but it is to high to buy for me because it would cost $30 per week. ...show more

Do you have to buy full coverage insurance?

If you are finance a car from a dealer? This would be in california

Will damages to my rental car go to my car insurance if I was not the one driving?

I have terrible luck lately. Two weeks ago I totaled my car (my fault) and I have a rental until tomorrow. Rental is from enterprise and paid for thru my car insurance. On my rental agreement I did not list any other drivers, and since it was paid for by my car insurance the guy crossed out the extra insurance and just asked me how much my car insurance deductible is and wrote that down($250). Today, I looked at the agreement and I actually hadn't signed it when I rented the car (even though there is a place for me to sign)...hmm...(?) SO, last night I was drinking and my boyfriend was not so he drove us home- in my rental. A car hit the rear driver side of us and it caused a dent and some paint damage. Called the cops, the other driver lied and nobody cited. I DO NOT want my insurance to know, since I just totaled my car. Boyfriend has full coverage, can it go on his? or will it go on mine? Can we just pay for it in cash & not use insurance? Its minor, fix before I turn it back in ?""

Can i canel my ex-partners car insurance?

A month before we split up my ex but a whole years car insurance on my credit card. Now we are apart, and i have asked her to get a credit to refund as i dont drive and dont have the means to pay for this? Am i being unreasonable, she has said as we were together it is irrelevant, but as i havent paid for it yet and its essentially a pre-payment what should i do? It was made in my name (the payment) so can i simply unmake it?""

Who's a good Life insurance company?

I'm looking for Life Insurance Company that doesn't require health exam for my husband. He's a tabacco user Copenhagen Long-cut but a non-smoker . We are looking to get a policy $50,000-$100,000 that is affordable. I see those advertisements on TV saying you can get $250,000 for $30.00. You know what I'm talking about? He's never been sick but he is a little over weight. Come on who isn't? LOL Help, Please for those who know something about Life Insurance policy. Tks.""

What makes a good car insurance company?

Besides affordable rates.

The cheapest way to change insurance to a new car whilst keeping current car insured whilst i sell it?

Hi, I am 20 years old and I have just bought a new car. I am trying to find the best and cheapest way to change my current insurance ( with one years no claims) to my new car and then i need to insure my old car whilst I sell it. My current car insurance policy on my car runs out on 15th February 2013 and I have cancelled my renewal. I have received the renewal which is proof of my no claims which will be transferred to my new car. Another question is... can I claim the one years no claims on my new car whilst it still runs out for a week on my old car? I have looked at temporary insurance for my current car but this was almost 400 for 28 days?!?!? If insurance companies want me to do it the legal way, they are not making it very easy! Any advice on the best way around this would be great. I know it's confusing! Thanks, Adam White""

Car insurance beginner.?

i am a 16 year old, good grades, i might get a Honda civic hatchback, does any one know where i am able to get a good insurance company and still pay low amounts in california""

HELP!! IM 19 i need a very cheap car insurance?

hi i recieved a BMW compact 02 plate car as a gift, and i was really happy but now im really upset because i cannot find any cheap car insurance, i quote all the time and the lowest price i get is 5200 for a year and monthly instalments of 468, i wonder where in their brain do they they think i can pay that every month, i work and pay my rent, sky, internet, gas, tax, credit card etc. what must i do i cant afford to pay 468 more on bills. can you please give me websites which can help, and please dont leave any rude comments because i really cant be bothered for u wasting your time , THANK YOU""

Average cost of insurance for mother and two children?

Right now I am a single mom and a cashier. Both of my kids are on medicaid bc we are low income. Within the next month I will be starting a new job as a CNA and will no longer be eligible. I cannot get my companies insurance until after 90 days. any suggestions on what to do 4 my kids in the 90 days, and how much does insurance normally run. We are all healthy no health problems in the past and non smokers children ages 15 months and 2 months. Thank u!""

Where can i find the cheapest car insurance for a new young driver?

I'm looking to insure a car most likely small, i've been trawling the web for hours now and just wondering if anyone could recomend a cheap insurer for a young (17) driver. Many thanks.""

I was rear ended. Does my insurance go up if I contact them?

I have Mercury Insurance and someone hit me in the back at a stop light. I got all of there info, but I was wondering if we went through this with our insurance companies would my rates go up? thanks :D""

Im 18 with no no claims need fast car low insurance group!?

im 18 (just) been drivin a year on mums policy no smashes no points no nothing i just sold my car and i been looking at honda crx's insurance turned round and said NO!!! grrr kill them. but yeah i got 1.5k to spend on a decent car with low insurance group? any ideas? cant really find a website that compares speed and insurance group, any ideas welcome thanks in advance!!!""

Cheapest Auto Insurance Humanly Possible?

I am a college student living on campus and want to have a car but will not be driving it much at all. I am just looking for the most basic and least expensive auto insurance I can find. I am 19 with no tickets or accidents yada yada yada. Where can I find some cheap coverage?

What is a good insurance policy for funeral andextra money for your family?

I know nothing about life insurance progams. What is a good insurance policy for funeral and extra money for your family? I'm 47, smoker but could quit, on disability?""

What is the best way to insure a car with a salvage title?

I recently purchased a car with a salvage title. This is my first car, and I'm in deep enough that it wouldn't make sense to get rid of it at this point. I would like to get collision insurance on it if possible. Really, there are a couple questions here: *NOTE: I live in Ohio. I'm not sure the answer to this question will be the same in all states. Can I have a car with a salvage title retitled with a clean title through some sort of govermnent inspection? If so, how would I go about this? Is there any way I can get collision insurance for my car? Will insurance rates be higher for me? Anything you can tell me will be much appreciated!""

What is the average car insurance for a 16 year old?

I'm 16 years old, and just passed my drivers license test. I live in Washington State and am going to be driving a 2002 Hyundai Elantra. Does anyone know how much I could be looking at for insurance monthly? (my mom is currently insured with Progressive) -Thanks""

How much will a 21 year old pay for car insurance?

I am 21 years old and kinda new to america. i wanna get a car. how much do you think i will be paying for the insurance. i am experienced driver. any info. would be helpful. thank you

Who has the best car insurance in NJ?

Isn't it really the Insurance companies that hate the Affordable care act?

Where can i get cheap car insurance?

The cheapest i have found to be is Nationwide

""If i get cheap insurance on my leased car, can the bank find out and reposess it?""

i believe i am supposed to have comprehensive coverage on the car, however its just way to expensive to do that as well as the ridiclous payment i have. I heard somewhere that if you get the cheaper insurance, that the bank can find out and take the car back, which i would obviously like to avoid.""

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If you get your drivers license do you have o pay insurance?

im 16 and my mom wont let me get my license because she says she would have to pay insurance

Can one ask a car insurance company to not file a claim?

If one had an accident and it is their fault, can they ask their insurance company to not file a claim and you take care of the collision damage to the other car? If the other person calls their insurance company, who in turn contacts your, is your insurance company obligated to file the claim because they now know?""

Best New York Health Insurance?

i got married 2 months ago, I m waiting to start the process for green card! at this time I wanted to get a good health insurance, my husband doesn t know aythin about it so please help me!!!""

Motorcyle insurance ?

I just wanted to see what riders ages 17 between 21 pay for a year and for what kind of coverage with what kind of bike, and what insurance company people go with. also if you have taken an msf course or not.""

Quick insurance quote for a 2006 range rover sport hse?

i am 16 and found a 2006 range rover hse sport for only 10 grand. the car is immaculate and freaking loaded to the top with upgrades. i know you are all thinking WTH? but the car is not salvaged and runs perfectly. i can afford the payments for the loan i am getting, but what insurance company would charge the least amount of money with decent coverage, cause liability aint covering the rover. thanks for all ure help, P.S. how much would registration be?""

How can I afored health insurance on a fixed income?It will cost me a thired of my income ?

I am on a very fixed income with no health insurance. Even the government subsidized is to much, and my income won't let me get medicade. So what are the people in my case suppose to do for health care? What can you do when a third of your income has to pay for your insurance.""

CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME?

I have been 18 for a few months now and I'm planning on moving intomy boyfriends parents place in about two weeks. The reason i am waiting is because my grandfather wont let me take my car until i switch the car into my name with my own insurance policy. He has allstate, and i am about to start working at a new job. I will be graduating in june from high school and i live in Virginia. My grandfathers wife (step-grandmother) treats me badly and i need to move away. I have waited 6 years for this since my mom passed away in 2003. I know that none of you will know exactly how much insurance will be but could you give me some insight or a range on how much a month ill pay on insurance and the best policys. I am driving a 2002 Dodge Intrepid, 4 door. I drive everyday about 15-20 miles each day. I am a female, 18 years of age. (19 in september). I did have one traffic light accident that was MY fault but plead no contest and got away with one days worth of driving school. ..if you could please help me that would be great. And much appreciated. Im not sure if you need anymore info, but thats all i can think of right now. AND PLEASE DONT ANSWER IF YOU AE GOING TO ASK how are we supposed to know? BECAUSE I UNDERSTAND THATU DONT KNOW ME AND THAT U HAVE NO WA OF KNOWING. I JUST WANT TO KNOW A PRICE RANGE PER MONTH AND HE BEST POLICYS?? thank you, amber.""

What are car insurance bonds?

Average car insurance for 21 y/o f?

my fiance and i are planning to buy a used car soon, and we were wondering about how much car insurance would cost us. the insurance would go under my name, but it would cover him as well. we are both 21. neither of us have had an accident. we both have pretty good credit. i've had no tickets, he's had 3, each in a different state (they were only minor speeding tickets). he's had his license since 17 y/o and i've had mine since 18 y/o.""

Canceling car insurance?

im 19 and have had car insurance for 4 months or so. i had a bunch of money from working with my parents.( own their business). well there business is bad due to the economy. plus a month ago i injured my ankle bad and it still gets a little swollen if im on it for long periods of time. so i cant get a job unless its one where im sitting and there isn't much with just sitting. so i have been thinking of canceling my insurance till my ankle is better and get a job then. my question is how much will my insurance go up when i get it again? my parents are saying its bad too do but i don't see any other option. if i don't cancel it the insurance and gas will drain my bank account in a couple months and i wont have a choice but to cancel it...

17 years old how to get cheap car insurance?

I found a car i had my lieance for 3 months, the insurance is for 2400 how can i get cheaper insurance the insurance will be on my name or if i put it on my dad name how would i be able to drive the car.""

""SHORT ,IMPORTANT ,INSURANCE QUESTION ?!?!?""

I was driving my moms car, and i was at a stop sign, and a guy made a very narrow turn and then when he saw me he stopped, after he started going, he then made the turn , but ended up hitting the back left side of my bumper, nothing major, only some scratches on the paint, i got out with my mom and we exchanged information, but he said that he will not pay a cent for it, and he is ready to call the cops and file a report, i thought about it considering that i only have a permit and the car is under my moms insurance, and i just let it go as i may he may have made an excuse cause i am 16 and i am still training with my parent next to me. if i called the insurance company to get it fixed, will i be blamed and will i get the insurance rate to increase or he would have been the one to blame? thanks and please tell me true answer!""

Car Insurance Questions?

How Much Would Car Insurance Cost Approximatly For A 27 Yr Old Male With An Owned Vehicle? Do You Pay Every Month Or How Does It Work?

How much will my auto insurance go up if I am at 100% fault?

I was in an accident recently where I was found to be at 100% fault - accident was not too bad-- other car's front bumper dent-- How much should I expect my insurance to go up?

Car insurance rates in Ontario for new driver?

I plan to import my '01 Camry from USA to missisuaga. How much shd I expect to pay p.m. in car Insurance rates ? I have 3 yrs clean driving history in USA.Will my driving history in USA help with getting a better rate in canada ? Initially I will have only a US drivers license.Pls help shed light on my doubts ..

""What is a good affordable dental, health, car, & life insurance?""

What is a good affordable dental, health, car, & life insurance?""

Do older cars cost more for insurance? I was thinking of getting a bmw m3 2002 or 05.?

or for my 1st car should i just get a infinity? cus someone told me for those cars insurance is like 220 a month!!

Confused.com form for car insurance?

Im looking to purchase an audi s3 and im 21, however the insurance is too much so what im thinking is to buy the car and then insure the car to my dads name so he can drive it for a year or 2 (I WONT BE INSURED ON IT) until i can be insured on it. My question is, on confused.com it asks when did you purchase the vehicle? And if i put say 2 years ago the price of the insurance drops compared to if i brought it say today. Is it ok to do this? When they ask when did you purcahse the car can i say 2 years ago? Hope this makes sense if you use confused.com you will know what i mean. Im really enthusiastic about audis and in particular the s3, im looking to join the members club online. So will this work to lower my insurance when i want to insure myself on it? Also what will be the deal with the registered keeper and owner of the vehicle? Would that be me? Even though my dad would be the person insured on the vehicle? I know im trying to obtain cheaper insurance but if i dont drive it for 2 years i dont see a problem in this. any ideas? What if my dad is the registered owner then registers it to me in 2 years will i have to say i brought the car 2 years ago or when my dad registers it over to me?""

Do I have to have auto insurance when driving a uhaul?

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Supernatural- Nightmare (1.14)

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: When Sam starts seeing things, the siblings pack it up and move out. Olive is majorly excluded, Sam can’t keep his head on straight, and Dean goes into big-brother mode.

Warnings: cursing, guns, a knife, blood, etc

Word Count: 4893

“Olive. Dean.” Something grabbed my feet and I jumped awake, kicking away as hard as I could.

I sat up, cowering in the corner. I gripped Dean’s arm, shaking. Sam was at the edge of the bed, cupping his jaw with a pained look on his face. Dean sat up with a yawn and looked at me, pulling me into his side.

“What are you two doing? It’s the middle of the night.”

“We have to go.” Sam hissed, rubbing his jaw and squinting at me.

“What is happening?” I asked, looking to Dean.

“We have to go. Right now.” Sam pulled a pair of jeans on, grabbed his bag, and walked out the door.

Dean and I looked at each other again, and we both yawned at the same time, blinking afterwards.

“Is he okay?”

Dean shrugged as he rubbed his face. I rubbed my eyes, yawning again.

“Guys. Now!” Sam popped his head back into the door.

I sighed, cringing when I felt something flutter against my lip. I pulled at it, seeing one of Dean’s hairs in my grip.

“Ew. You need better shampoo.”

Dean rolled his eyes as he stood, getting dressed. “Your hair ends up in my socks when we sleep, so shut it.”

I sighed as I stumbled out of the bed, pulling on socks and grabbing Dean’s black hoodie. I swung at him with the left-over ends of the sleeves, and he flicked my forehead.

“Let’s go.”

I pulled my bag over my shoulder and pocketed my phone. Dean sat to tie his shoes. I sniffed, trying hard not to yawn again.

“Can you bring my shoes?” I asked, picking the keys out of his pocket.

He side-eyed me, but nodded anyways. I kissed the top of his head before walking out the door barefoot, grinning at Sam.

***

“McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158.” Sam spoke into the phone, still rubbing at his jaw.

I yawned and leaned closer to Dean, tired. Dean chuckled.

“Man, you really got him hard.”

I shrugged. “Well that’s what he gets for grabbing my feet to wake me up.”

“Yeah, okay, just hurry.” Sam snapped into the phone.

“Sammy, relax.” Dean huffed.

“Bubs, I’m sure it was just a nightmare.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Sam sighed.

“She means it, Sam. Y’know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class nightmare. The plates won’t check out. You’ll see.” Dean spoke, eyes on the road.

“It felt different, Dean.” Sam shook his head. “Like when I dreamt about our old house… and Jessica.”

“Yeah Sam, that makes sense. You dreaming about your house, about Jess. But this guy in your dream, have you ever seen him before?” I asked.

Sam shook his head, mumbling a no.

“No. Exactly.” Dean gestured. “Why would you have premonitions about a random dude in Michigan?”

Sam sighed. “I dunno.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“Yes, I’m here.” Sam’s attention snapped back to the phone.

He glared at Dean as he pulled out a pen. “Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You got a street address? Thanks.” He hung up with a huff. “Checks out. How far are we?”

Dean looked at him like he was crazy. “From Saginaw? Couple hours.”

“Drive faster.”

***

Dean pumped the brakes as we came onto the road, seeing the flashing of emergency vehicles as a stretcher with a body bag was rolled out of the house. Dean, concerned, turned to Sam, who was upset. I sighed as I sunk into my seat between the two.

***

“What happened?” Dean asked a woman as we slipped into the crowd of people watching.

“Suicide.” The woman shook her head. “Can’t believe it.”

“Did you know them?” Sam asked from her other side.

“Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine’s. He always seems… seemed so normal. I guess you never know what’s going on behind closed doors.”

Dean stared right at the house. “Guess not.”

Sam asked the woman something, but I only focused on Dean, who was staring straight ahead with an angry look on his face. He was concentrating, but his eyebrows were furrowed too close together to be calm. Something was upsetting him, he just didn’t know what it was.

“Oh, it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family, I can’t even imagine what they’re going through.” She stared at the family on the porch.

A woman stood on the front step of the house, crying into the arms of a middle-aged man. A boy my age stood behind them, looking distressed. Sam grimaced before walking away. I grabbed Dean’s arm and tugged on it, pulling him to follow Sam back to the car.

I leaned against it, inching closer to Sam.

“Sammy, we got here as fast as we could.”

Sam shook his head. “Not fast enough. It doesn’t make any sense. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn’t a chance I could stop them from happening?” He stuck his hands in his pockets with a groan.

“I dunno.” Dean shrugged.

Sam shook his head again, this time sighing. “So what do you think killed him?”

Dean and I looked at each other and I grimaced as we turned back to Sam.

“Maybe the guy just… killed himself? Maybe there’s nothing supernatural going on at all.”

“No, I’m telling you. I watched it happen. He was murdered by something, guys. I watched it trap him in the garage.”

“Then what, Sam? What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Olive! I don’t know why the hell I’m having these dreams. I don’t know what the fuck is happening, guys.” Sam scoffed.

I sighed, and Sam stared at Dean.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just… I’m worried about you, man.”

“Well don’t look at me like that!” Sam hissed.

Dean looked down. “I’m not looking at you like anything.” He took a glance back. “Though I gotta say, you do look like crap.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks.”

“Come on.” Dean stood, stretching and cracking his back. “Let’s just pick this up in the morning. We’ll check out the house, talk to the family.”

“Dean, you saw them. They’re devastated. They’re not gonna wanna talk to us.”

Dean pouted, thinking. “Yeah, you’re right.” He glanced down at me, a devilish grin on his face.

I giggled. “We know who they will talk to.”

Sam groaned. “Oh God, what are you getting us into now?”

***

“This has got to be a whole new low for us.” Sam groaned as Dean put the car in park.

I grinned. “I think you guys look adorable.”

Dean chuckled as Sam glared at me. “You two are gonna pay for this.”

I shrugged. “We’re already going to hell anyways, might as well have fun with it.”

Dean laughed before leaning in to kiss the top of my head. “Alright. We’ll be back. Stay in the car, don’t talk to anybody.”

“Love you, be safe.”

“Always, sweetie.”

“Love you too, bug.” Sam kissed my forehead before climbing out of the car.

I watched as my big brothers, dressed like priests, went up to the door and rang the bell. I sighed and leaned back into the seat. This was going to take a while.

***

I shook my hair out as I came out of the bathroom. Sam was sinking onto his bed, and Dean was cleaning his gun.

“No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property.”

“Hey man, I told you. I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfur scent. Nada.” Dean huffed.

“Family said everything was normal?” I tossed the towel over one of the chairs before sitting next to Sam on the bed.

“Hey, beanie.” Dean smiled at me. “If there was a demon or poltergeist, you’d think somebody would’ve noticed something. I used the infrared thermal scanner. There was nothing.” Dean shook his head.

“So what, you guys think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sort of freak coincidence?” Sam asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

“I dunno.”

“I’m just sure there’s nothing supernatural about that house.” Dean put his gun back together.

“Yeah…” Sam sighed, rubbing at his temples. “Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house.

“Maybe it’s just…” He grunted. “Gosh…” He put a hand to his forehead. “Maybe it’s connected to Jim some other way?”

Dean and I looked at each other, and I leaned forward to feel Sam’s forehead. It was boiling. He groaned as he sunk from the bed to the floor. Dean came running.

“Sam? Hey. Hey! What’s going on? Talk to me.” Dean grabbed his arms.

I ran to the bathroom and soaked a hand towel in cold water, coming back and placing it over Sam’s forehead. He threw his head back against the bed and looked at Dean.

“It’s happening again. Something’s gonna kill Roger Miller.”

Dean and I looked at each other once more, concern on our faces. I sighed before wrapping my arms around Sam and leaning my head against his.

***

“Roger Miller.” Sam spoke into the phone, softly. “Ah, no, no.” He groaned, clutching his hand. “Just the address please. Okay. Thanks.” He flipped the phone shut and turned to Dean.

“450 West Grove, Apartment 1120.”

“Are you okay?” I turned to him, only to get a nod in response.

“If you’re gonna hurl, I’ll pull over the car… ya know, the upholstery.”

“I’m fine.” Sam closed his eyes and sunk back into the seat, antsy. “Just drive.”

Dean and I glanced at each other with sad eyes. Sam sighed heavily.

“Guys, I’m scared. These nightmares were bad enough, now I’m seeing things when I’m awake?” He gripped at his hair again. “And these, visions, or whatever. They’re getting more intense.” He hissed.

“And painful.” I noted, reaching up to brush my fingers through his hair.

“Come on man, you’ll be alright.” Dean sighed, hands tightening around the wheel. “It’ll be fine.”

“What is it about the Millers?” Sam asked, rubbing his forehead. “Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die?” He groaned. “Why the hell is this happening to me?”

“Sammy, I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out. We’ve faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing.”

“No!” Sam scoffed. “It’s never been us. It’s never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, guys. You can’t tell me this doesn’t freak you out.”

Dean looked over and shrugged. “This doesn’t freak me out.”

Sam stared at him, then at me with a glare. I shrunk into the seat.

“Doesn’t freak me out either.”

***

“Hey, Roger!” Sam put his head out the window.

He was walking up to his apartment, arms full of grocery bags. “What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me the hell alone.”

“Roger, please!” I pushed past Sam.

Roger kept walking, disappearing into the building.

“Grab her.” Dean ordered Sam, who did so without question.

Sam wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest as Dean gunned it, jumping over the curb and putting the car in park.

“Hey. Roger! We’re trying to help!” Sam pushed me away and got out of the car, running after him. “Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!”

“I don’t want your help.” Roger slammed the door in Sam’s face.

“We’re not priests, you gotta listen to us!” Sam called, hitting the door.

“Stay in here.” Dean growled as he climbed out of the car. “Roger, you’re in danger!” “Come on. Come on, come on!” Dean grabbed Sam by the arm and dragged him to the side of the building.

***

“What happened in there?” I asked, sitting criss-cross on the bed.

“There was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller’s house.”

“Dean, what happened?” I grabbed him by the sleeve, tugging him my way.

“I saw something in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was… something was stalking Roger.” Sam hissed.

“Boys!” I stood up, angry.

Sam sighed and Dean growled. “Something cut his head off, Ol.”

“What?” I stumbled back to sit.

“Windowsill. Window shut. Head gone.” Dean slammed his hands together.

I scoffed. “Whatever the hell was there, are you sure it’s not connected to their house?” I asked Sam.

He shook his head. “No, it’s connected to the family themselves.”

“So what, like a vengeful spirit?”

“Well yeah…” Dean sighed, dropping onto the bed next to me. “There’s a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years.”

“Angaik.” Sam shrugged. “Banshees.”

“Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy. Something curse worthy.”

“And now that something is out for revenge.” Sam sighed. “And the men in their family are dying.”

I nodded, and Dean sighed.

Hey. Do you think Max is in danger?” Sam asked, eyes wide.

Dean shook his head. “Let’s figure it out before he is.”

“Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.”

“What’s that?” I asked, leaning into Dean with a huff.

“Both our families are cursed.” Sam snorted.

Dean stiffened, angry. “Our family’s not cursed! We just…” He looked down at me and slung an arm around me, brushing my hair back. “Had our dark spots.”

Sam chuckled. “Our dark spots are… pretty dark.”

Dean and I looked at each other, and I broke into a small smile as I turned back to Sam. “You’re dark.”

Sam stuck his tongue out at me, and I laughed.

***

“No family’s totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?” Dean asked as he walked down the driveway to Baby.

“He sounded scared.” Sam nodded, sighing.

“Yeah. Max isn’t telling us everything.” Dean tsked.

“I say!” I popped to my feet with a grin. “We find the old neighborhood! Find out what life was really like for the Millers.”

Dean looked at me with pride on his face, and Sam shook his head.

“Let’s go, beanie.”

***

“Have you lived in the neighborhood for very long?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, almost twenty years now. It’s nice and quiet.” The man nodded. “Why, you looking to buy?” He looked at the boys, then down at me with a large smile.

“No, no, actually. We were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live… right across the street I believe.”

“Uh, the Millers. They had a… little boy named Max.” I tilted my head.

“Right, right, yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Yeah, I remember. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what’s this about? Is that poor kid okay?”

Sam and I looked at each other, and Dean tilted his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Well in my life, I’ve never seen a child treated like that. I mean, I’d hear Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was a mean dunk. He used to beat the tar out of Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of.” The man scowled.

“Would this happen regularly?”

“Practically every day. In fact, that thud brother of his was just as likely to swing at the boy. The worst part was the stepmother.” The man shook his head. “She’d just stand there, checked out. Not lifting a finger to protect him. I must’ve called the police seven or eight times.” He sighed. “Never did any good.”

Dean flinched. “Now you said step-mother.”

He nodded again. “I think his real mother died. Some sort of… accident. Car accident I think.”

Sam held back a grunt as he grabbed his head, a grimace on his face. I immediately went for his arm, holding him.

“You okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” Sam winced.

“Oh, Sams.” I whispered, letting him crumble into my side.

“Thank you for your time.” Dean grabbed Sam by the other arm, helping me to hold him up.

“God.” Sam grunted, and his eyes began to roll into the back of his head.

Dean shouldered his weight, and I smiled at the man as I helped him pull Sam along.

“Is he gonna be alright?”

I nodded, and Dean stumbled over words.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. Just has really bad migraines.” I wedged my shoulder against Sam’s ribs and hooked an arm around his waist.

***

“Max is doing it.” Sam gasped from the backseat of the car. “Everything I’ve been seeing.” He forced himself to sit up, and Dean slammed on the brakes

“You sure about this?” I turned around to face him, one boot on the seat.

“Yeah. I saw him.” Sam nodded.

“How’s he pulling it off?” I asked, twisting around entirely, patting Dean’s shoulder. “Keep driving.”

“I don’t know… like… telekinesis?”

“What, so he’s psychic?” Dean asked, slamming the gas again.

“The fuck is he, a spoon bender?” I asked. “Like that bald kid from the Matrix?”

Sam rolled his eyes with another groan.”I didn’t even realize it but the whole time, he was there.” He shook his head, sitting up further and leaning against the front seat. “He was outside the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died. These visions, this whole time!” He sighed. “I wasn’t connected to the Millers, I was connected to Max.” He pushed his head against my arm with another groan. “I don’t get why, man. I guess… because we’re so much alike?”

“What the hell are you talking about? The dude’s nothing like you.”

“Well, we both have psychic abilities, we both-”

“Both what?” I asked, eyebrows furrowed as I pushed a hand through his hair.

“Sam, Max is a monster. He’s already killed two people, now he’s gunning for a third.” Dean scowled, glaring at Sam in the rearview mirror.

“Well with what he went through? The beatings? To want revenge on those people? I’m sorry man, but I hate to say it. It’s not that insane.” Sam scoffed.

“Wha-”

“It doesn’t justify murdering your entire family!”

“De…” I warned, a hand on his shoulder.

He scowled as he pulled over at Max’s house. “He’s no different from anything else we’ve hunted, alright? We gotta end him.”

“We are not going to kill Max.”

“Then what? Dean turned this time, arm over the back of the seat. “Hand him over to the cops and say ‘lock him up office, he kills with the power of his mind.”

“No way. Forget it.” Sam shook his head.

“Sam.” I pulled the keys with a sigh.

“Guys! He’s a person. We can talk to him. Promise me you’ll follow my lead on this one.” Sam begged.

I sighed and Dean shook his head, reluctantly.

“Alright, fine.” I nodded.

“But I’m not letting him hurt anybody else.” Dean pushed me aside, reaching to grab his handgun from the glovebox.

He turned to glare at Sam once more before storming out of the car.

***

“That’s right! You didn’t do anything! You didn’t stop them, not once!” Max shouted through the door, and I looked at Sam with a sigh.

Dean forced the door open.

“Fathers? Uh?” Miss Miller looked at me, confused.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ah, sorry to interrupt.” Dean smiled. “This is Olive, my kid sister.”

Before Miss Miller could ask anything about me, Sam started.

“Max, can we uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?”

“About what?” Max furrowed his eyebrows, suspicious.

“It’s… it’s private. I wouldn’t wanna bother your mother with it.” Sam turned to Miss Miller. “We won’t be long, I promise.”

“Okay.” Max sighed.

“Great.” Sam forced a calming smile as we turned for the door.

Dean smiled at Max as he grabbed the door handle. The knob pulled itself out of Dean’s hand and the door slammed shut, the blinds drawn all at once.

“You’re not priests!” Max shouted, and Dean yanked the gun out, but it flew out of his hands and across the floor to Max.

He picked it up and held it on us. Dean grabbed me by the waist and pushed me straight behind him, shoulders squared.

“Max, what’s happening?” Miss Miller asked.

“Shut up.” He growled.

“What are you doing?”

Max flinched, and Miss Miller went flying backwards. Her head hit the kitchen bench, and she fell to the ground, out cold.

“I said shut up.”

“Max, calm down.”

“Who are you?”

“We just wanna talk.” I spoke up, trying to peak over Dean’s shoulder.

“Yeah right, that’s why you bought this!” Max growled.

Dean grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me back down behind him.

“That was a mistake, alright? So was lying about who we were? But no more lying, Max? Okay? Just please, hear me out.”

“About what?”

“I saw you do it. Okay, I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened.” Sam sighed, hands up.

“What?”

“I’m having visions, Max. About you.” Sam spoke softly.

Max shook his head, frantically. “You’re crazy.”

“So what. You weren’t just about to launch a knife at your stepmom?” Sam tapped his eye. “Right here. Is it that hard to believe, Max? Look what you can do.” He tried to reason. “I was drawn here, alright? I think I’m here to help you.”

Max began to sob. “No one can help me.”

“Let me try. We’ll talk, me and you. We can get Olive, Dean, and Alice out of here.”

“No. No way.” Dean hissed, and I dug my fingers into the crevice of his shoulder as the chandelier began to shake violently.

“Nobody leaves this house!”

“And nobody has to, alright?” Sam got a little frantic, hands out. “They’ll just… they’ll just go upstairs.”

“Sam, I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Dean growled.

I sunk my fingers further into his skin, and he flinched as Sam turned to face him.

“Yes you are. Look, Max. You’re in charge here, alright. We all know that. Nobody’s going to do anything that you don’t want you to do but I’m talking five minutes here, man.” Sam begged.

“Sams. Bubs.” I whispered.

“Five minutes?” Max asked, staring back at his stepmother, then glared at Dean. “Go.”

Dean sighed, and I pushed my fingers until he took my hand away, keeping me behind him as we inched toward Miss Miller, who was still out on the floor.

***

I paced, hating the creak of the floorboards under my boots. Sam was alone with Max, and I did not like it. Dean was ansty too, but he had tried to focus more on getting Miss Miller back to consciousness. He was by her side, cleaning her head off with a wet towel.

The door busted open, the frame splintering. Dean was up in an instant, and I met him halfway, ducking behind him to yank out a knife. The gun was pointed at Miss Miller, and Dean squared his shoulders. Protective, angry, putting himself in harm’s way, ready to die for someone who didn’t deserve his grace.

“Stay back. This isn’t about you.” Max warned him.

“If you’re gonna kill her you’ve gotta go through me first.”

“Okay.” Max turned the gun.

“No!” Sam busted the door open. “Don’t! Please. Please, Max. Max, we can help you. Alright, but this, this, what you’re doing, it’s not the solution! It’s not gonna fix anything.”

I gripped the knife in my hand so hard that my hand split open. I hissed, feeling rage in my bones. I watched as Max began to sob with a smile on his face, pushing the gun toward Sam’s head, safety clicking off. Dean moved, but I moved faster.

I swung my arm, and the knife flew on its own. The thud was wet and heavy, and I winced, feeling my chest clench. The gun dropped at Sam’s feet and I let out a sob, crashing into Dean as Max’s body hit the ground.

Knife against skin, blade striking through bone, blood down front, eyes dead.

My fault.

“Olive.”

I groan, and everything in my stomach comes back up. Vomiting on the floor, splashing onto Dean’s shoes. Feeling light-headed, sick, empty, yet full of something bad.

“You’re okay, baby girl.” Dean grabs me by the middle, pulling me into his chest, off my feet, trying to keep me breathing.

“Kiddo. Kiddo, come here.” Sam takes me from him, sets me against his shoulder, holds the back of my head as I let out a scream.

***

“Max attacked me.” Miss Miller sat on the couch, next to Sam. “He threatened me with a gun.”

I was leaning against Dean, breathing steadily.

“And these three?” The cop looked at us.

“They’re family friends.” She sighed. “I called them as soon as Max arrived. I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun.”

“And where did Max get the gun?”

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, and Dean pulled me further into his side. Miss Miller looked up at the ceiling and began to cry.

“I don’t know. He showed up with it, and…” She sobbed again, crumbling into her own hands.

“It’s alright, Miss Miller.”

“I’ve lost everyone!” She let out a strangled cry.

The cop turned to us. “We’ll give you a call if we have any further questions.”

“Thank you, officer.” Dean nodded, pulling me to my feet and grabbing Sam. “Come on.”

***

The knife, shoved in the back of the Impala. Gun gone, an entire lie constructed, Dean and Sam hovering me.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” I shook.

“Don’t do this.” Dean wrapped an arm around me.

“What?” I asked, shaking harder.

“Torture yourself.” He whispered. “You did what you had to do.”

I hadn’t thought about it. I did it, without a question. It just happened. I sighed.

A predator in an alley, a shapeshifter wearing Dean’s face, the salt and burn of a serial killer, a crazy doctor, an insane drive through ice and wet roads.

Now a human. A boy named Max.

It might top the thing that was previously worst.

Trying to kill the woman in Nebraska.

Yes. This was worse. I did this as myself. I did this with a clear mind. Max Miller’s blood was most definitely on my hands.

“Let’s go home.”

***

“I’ve been thinking.” Sam started.

“Well, that’s never good.” Dean snorted, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Dude, I’m serious. I’ve been thinking… this demon, whatever it is. Why would it kill Mom? Why Jessica, why Max’s mother, you know? What does it want?”

“I have no idea.” Dean shrugged.

“Well, you think, maybe… it was after us? After Max? After me?”

“I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions. We both had abilities, you know… maybe he was… he was after us for a reason?”

“Sam. If it had wanted you, it would’ve just taken you. Okay? This is not your fault, it’s not about you.”

“Then what is it about, Dean?”

“It’s about the thing that did this to your family.” I sighed, hands in my head. “The thing that we’re gonna find, the thing that we’re gonna kill. And that’s all.” I huffed.

“Actually, there’s uh… there’s something else too.” Sam sighed.

“What?” Dean asked, looking down at me with a sigh.

“Max left me in a closet, with a big cabinet against the door, and I… I moved it.”

“Huh.” Dean huffed with a laugh. “You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for.”

“No, man. I moved it. Like… Like, Max.”

“Oh.” Dean paused.

“Right.”

I got to my feet and rummaged through the kitchen drawers. I fished out a spoon and shuffled back to Sam with a sigh.

“Bend this.”

Sam smacked the spoon away with a roll of his eyes. “I can’t just turn it on and off, Ol.”

Dean tilted his head. “How’d you do it?”

“I don’t know. I can’t control it. I just… I saw you two die and it just came out of me, like a, like a punch. You know like, a… a freak adrenaline thing.”

“Yeah, well I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, maybe. Aren’t you worried, man? Aren’t you worried I could turn into Max or something?”

“Nope.”

“Dean… maybe Sam’s right. I mean… I did just-”

“No way. Wanna know why I know?”

Sam and I glanced at each other, hesitant.

“Cause you two have one advantage Max didn’t have.”

“Dad? Because dad isn’t here, Dean.”

“No, not dad.” Dean grinned. “Me. As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to either of you.”

Sam gave him puppy eyes and I flashed the same grin back at him.

“Now.” Dean grabbed his back and slung it over his shoulder. “I know what we need to do about your premonitions.” Dean grinned. “I know where we have to go.”

“Where?” Sam asked.

Dean’s face set into a serious look. “Vegas.”

Sam tilted his head, looked away, and then back to Dean with a bitchface. He got up and walked out the door.

I laughed as Dean grinned.

“What? Come on, man! Craps tables! We’d clean up!” He got up to follow Sam out the door as I skipped past him, finding Sam leaning against the car with his arms crossed across his chest.

I sighed, and Dean came up behind me, hands on my shoulders.

“Let’s go, sweetpea.”

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