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laurel-finch · 10 months ago

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'I Don't Bite' S1.Ch12: Dear Dad

Summary: A new enemy makes herself known... Referenced Episodes: S1 E16 "Shadow" CW: Gore. John Winchester should be his own warning. Word Count: 5399 Recommended Song: Cold as Ice -- Foreigner Previous Chapter -- Masterlist -- Next Chapter

The boys were rejoicing over the return of their father. I watched with bated breath, worried that something would go wrong. I still had that unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach and something told me not to let my guard down. I brought the neck of my t-shirt to my split lip and dabbed at the slow trickle of blood.

"Dad, it was a trap," Dean said quietly as he separated himself from his father's warm embrace, almost sounding embarrassed. "I didn't know. I'm sorry." The way he talked made my skin prickle, as if this was the only person who could command Dean's respect. I had never seen him, or Sam for that matter, bow to anyone like this. It made my skin crawl that Dean fell into a kind of obedience that he had with no one else.

"It's alright. I figured it might have been," John replied. He sounded so sure of himself.

"Then why are you here?" I demanded. The words came out much more spiteful than I had intended, earning me a harsh glare from Dean. I shrugged it off and held John's cold gaze. Neither my wolf nor I liked the commanding presence he held. He stood as if he owned the room and dominated the space, an admiral trait amongst humans. But to me… it felt like a threat.

John's gaze was harsh and cold, like a bitter winter. It felt like he was analyzing every inch of me and judging me based on what he saw. I didn't like the calculating look he was giving me.

"I came to help my sons," he said icily, and his no-nonsense tone caused me to narrow my eyes at him. "Mind telling me who the hell you are?"

Dean jumped into action without a second thought. "She's a hunter. A friend of ours." John didn't even look his way and instead held my firm gaze. He didn’t buy it – the brothers knew better than to hunt with people that weren’t part of the family.

I uttered my name coldly and extended my hand to John. "I'm new to the business."

John's brown eyes narrowed in thought, pondering what I had said. "You got any family in the business?" My skin itched. He really put it together that quickly?

I nodded. "Yeah. My uncle. I saw his phone number in our journal, you know. He never told me about you." I crossed my arms and did my best to look intimidating. It was harder than I anticipated, knowing that I was inadvertently defying a well-known hunter, a man that his sons, my friends, looked up to with a great deal of respect.

Dean’s head snapped in my direction the moment I mentioned the phone number. My gaze slipped to his for just a second, shooting him a cold look. Now he understood. He looked sheepish, realizing he had blown off such an important conversation.

I nearly had a heart attack when John cracked a subtle grin. "Funny," he said slowly. "I remember him. Good man, better hunter. He never mentioned you either." He grasped my hand tightly and shook it. "Thank you for looking out for my boys. I know they can be a handful."

I flashed my own grin and nodded. "You wouldn't believe the shit they've gotten into while you were gone."

He chuckled and clapped Dean on the shoulder. Dean smiled a genuine smile, one of the few I had ever seen him show. "I bet I could tell you stories about these two you that would have your head spinning," John laughed again, a well-worn sound, as though he used to laugh a lot. "You boys remember that hunt outside of San Antonio? With the rugaru? You boys just about-"

"Dad," Sam interjected with an almost warning note. John looked towards his youngest son, a flash of pain dancing over his eyes. "When did you get here?"

John swallowed before speaking again. "About the same time as your friend, I assume. Burst in right before the girl took a swan dive," he paused and looked towards the now broken window. "She was the bad guy, right?"

"Yes, sir," the boys said in sync. John nodded slowly, pondering as he took a few long strides towards the window.

"Good. That doesn't surprise me," he sighed and locked his hands behind his back, surveying his limited view of the city block. "It's tried to stop me before."

"The demon has?" questioned Sam, walking up behind his father. John nodded solemnly.

"It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcize it or send it back to hell- actually kill it." My eyes widened. Demons can't be killed, at least not to my limited knowledge they can't. And how did John expect to kill a demon of this caliber? From the stories I had heard, this thing was no joke.

"How?" Dean asked, voicing the very question I was asking myself.

"I'm working on that," his father responded. I frowned at the vague answer. Was he really not going to involve his boys in this? They had just as much of a right to know as anyone. I opened my mouth to retort but was cut off by Sam.

"Let us come with you," the youngest Winchester said. It was more of a command than a question. "We'll help."

Dean flashed a warning glare toward Sam and turned away from his family, reaching for his bag of weapons. My eyes followed Dean's reserved and surprisingly defeated-looking form. It was like he already knew this was going to go nowhere.

"No, Sam, not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt," John stated with a note of finality in his voice.

Sam clenched his jaw and balled his fists. His teeth ground together, as though he was trying to hold himself back from arguing. "Dad, you don't need to worry about us-"

"Of course, I do," John argued. "I'm your father." He sighed and ran a hand through his mussed hair, a bit of it sticking up with dried blood from where I had hit him. I felt a mix of pride and shame; pride, for landing a blow like that to one of the most famous hunters in America, and shame, for having fought him at all. "Listen, we can talk about this more when we get back to your hotel room."

Dean perked up at this, eyes wide with relief as he spun to face John. "You're coming with us?"

"For now," he answered. "I'll meet you there." He paced towards his fallen weapons bag and slung it over his shoulder, then stopped to think for a moment. He turned to me, emotions masked under his heavy gaze. "How about you ride with me. You can help give me directions to the hotel."

My heart thumped in my chest with worry. Was he already on to me?

Dean spoke up before I could answer. "Dad, you can just follow us-"

"It's alright, Dean," I said, holding up a hand. His jaw snapped shut, eyes filled with worry. It struck me just how much he almost looked like a puppy when John was around. He lost his bruising confidence and command as soon as John and I fell through the door. "I can handle myself." Dean's gaze hardened at my words. He knew what I really meant.

If John was going to find out who I really was, it would be on my terms. He wasn't going to find out what I was that easy.

The eldest Winchester nodded and motioned for me to follow him down the many stairs I had climbed up not that long ago. I sidestepped over the fallen door on the ground floor and followed him out of the building.

I realized that the pickup I had seen park a few alleys down was in fact his. I couldn't help but beat myself up over not putting two and two together – I couldn't have known, but I should have known.

To my surprise, the cab of the pickup smelled a lot like the boys – or rather, the boys smelled a lot like their father. The seats were worn and stained, and the scent of cheap beer hung in the air. It was the same beer scent that hung off Dean. Apparently, he and his father had similar tastes. John had an interesting smell, one of motor oil and beer, like when he wasn't hunting he was under his vehicle doing something. I remember the brothers mentioning that he was a mechanic before all this happened. Old habits die hard, I guess.

"You know, I've heard of you before. I dropped by Missouri Moseley's place not long after you three visited her."

My brows rose and I cocked my head to look at him. He stopped by Missouri’s, but didn’t bother to find his sons? And now he was just conveniently close enough to Chicago to be here for this hunt. Was he… following us? "Yeah? That was my first case with your boys," I answered coolly, fighting to keep the suspicion out of my tone.

John hummed thoughtfully, his eyes fixated on the dark road ahead. His brows knit together for a moment and he turned his face away from me, shrouded in shadow. "Where'd you say they picked you up?"

"Alabama. Few months back."

"Right. Alabama."

We drove along for only a few minutes, the Impala steadily distancing itself from us. As the boys turned a corner and disappeared from sight, John jerked the wheel in the opposite direction and turned sharply. I extended my hands to hold onto the dash, for fear of being knocked over. He guided the raised truck to a parking spot and halted.

The moment was tense with the two of us sitting in complete silence. I picked at the hem of my coat, borrowed from Dean, and waited for him to speak.

John inhaled deeply and clenched his hands on the steering wheel, holding it with a white knuckle grip. "You know," he started, his voice rough, "I hunted with your… uncle a few times. Got to know him pretty well. He never once mentioned anything about having a niece." His brown eyes latched onto my own, surveying me with deep suspicion and distrust. "The only family he ever mentioned was his sister, and I was told she died on a werewolf hunt years ago."

I swallowed dryly, lifting my chin in defiance. "So what? You trying to say you don't think I am who I say I am?"

"I think something is off about you," he grumbled. "You're hiding something."

"I can assure you, I'm not," I growled. "He was my uncle, and his sister was my mother."

"That would make you as old as Dean, for that to be plausible." Yeah, just about. Only a couple years younger. He leaned back in his seat and placed one hand on his hip to where I was sure he concealed some sort of weapon. "Something about your story doesn't check out, and I'll be damned if I let someone I don't trust around my boys."

I bit back a warning growl. "With all due respect, John, while your boys have been gallivanting around the country searching for you, I was the one helping them." I scowled at him, grimacing with distaste at his words. "If I wanted to hurt them, I've already had ample opportunities."

His fist clenched over his hip and a worn scowl rested on his face. I maintained the heated stare-down for what felt like years before he finally dropped his and looked out the front window.

"So what's the story?" he inquired. "What happened to your mom?"

I huffed and leaned back in my seat with my arms crossed. "She, uh, died on a hunt not long after I was born. I lived with my father. He left when I was seventeen... I moved in with my uncle after that."

It wasn't completely a lie. No, my mother hadn't died, but John didn't need to know that. That would have just raised even more questions that I either couldn't or didn't want to answer. And yeah, I had lived with my dad after she 'died,' but I had also lived with my mom.

"Why'd your dad leave?" he pressed, pulling a toothpick from the glove compartment and sliding it between his teeth.

I shrugged. "Hell if I know. Guess he just finally got fed up with me." No, he got fed up with living without her, I thought to myself. Despite their volatile and frequent fights they loved each other. “I look like her. That’s what my uncle said,” I tacked on hurriedly, building the story. Again, only a half lie.

John hummed in response and rolled his tongue over his teeth. I lifted a brow at the motion. Sam had the same habit when he was lost in thought. "Where is your uncle? Haven't heard from him in a while."

I stiffened, eyes glazing over as I stared out the window in front of me. John really didn't know? "He's dead," I mumbled. "Almost two years ago. Wraith hunt." I rubbed my eye, fighting back the occasional tear that wanted to slip through. Thinking about his death was one thing, but telling someone else about it made it feel so much more real...

"Shit," John whispered. "He was a good hunter."

No 'I'm sorry'? Seriously?

"Yeah," I mumbled back. "Yeah, he was. The best, I think."

"Did he ever get the wolf that got your mom?" John asked. I scoffed. Right back to hunting, like I wasn't suppressing the urge to cry. "He'd mentioned wanting to a few times."

"No," I sighed. "And, uh… he didn’t think it was a werewolf that killed her."

That caught John's attention. His head slowly turned to face mine, eyebrow raised and eyes holding a question in them. "If it wasn't a werewolf, then what was it?" Fuck… I should’ve kept my damn mouth shut.

"Um… you know about skinwalkers, right? Dean mentioned you went on a hunt when the boys were little."

“Yeah, I know of ‘em. They're just myths. If they did exist, they're all dead now."

I felt my hackles rise and fought the urge to growl at him. "Then what about your hunt?"

He shrugged. "I got a tip-off that there was some activity in the mountains of New Mexico. Small city nearby, people disappearing and then their bodies turning up with almost no distinguishable marks – all of them had their hearts missing. Wasn’t a full moon, so couldn’t have been a werewolf." My skin prickled as I felt him turn his heated stare toward me with that cold, calculating feeling that made my skin crawl. “I’ve seen a few similar cases since then. Nothing fruitful, though.”

“Makes sense if they’re extinct,” I grumbled.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "There was a local legend, probably spread by the Navajo – they're native to that area, you know, and the deserts around it like Arizona. Anyway, a bunch of locals were talking about seeing wild wolves with red eyes. Massive wolves apparently, bigger than any dog. When I went out there and looked around, there was nothing. No wolves, no bodies, no trace of nothing. Even the witnesses had either moved away or refused to talk and acted like they hadn't seen anything. I tried to work the case, but there was nothing to go on."

I shifted in my seat and turned my upper body to face him. "The lack of a case doesn't negate their existence."

John chuckled again, an airy, disbelieving sound. "No, but it doesn't prove their existence either. I haven't heard about a fresh skinwalker case in years. Last person I met who actually saw one is probably in her late eighties now. Hell, even then she wasn't sure what she saw. Said it was just as likely to have been a Chupacabra," he hummed and turned his dark, almost black eyes on me. "What makes him so sure it was a skinwalker that did her in?"

I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, searching for a feasible answer and finding none. "Dunno. He never… found any real facts. Just a feeling, I guess," I finally said, my voice lacking the confidence I felt.

John laughed once before putting the truck back into drive and pulling away from the curb. "On a hunt, the only thing that a feeling will get you is dead."

I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned forward slightly as he accelerated the heavy truck, the engine roaring to life. "I think feelings are important on a hunt. Without them, it becomes more about the thrill of the kill and less about saving a life."

He mulled this over for a few seconds before speaking. "Feelings save people, yeah. But the lack of it wipes out monsters. There's a reason why we don't have skinwalkers or vampires anymore - someone lacked those feelings. And now, those monsters can't hurt anyone again."

I straightened in my seat, utterly surprised by his coldness. I had never met anyone with such a dark philosophy. Even my uncle, an incredibly skilled and well-known hunter, valued compassion for the victims over the death of the monster. I sat back against my seat, staring out the window with wide eyes.

I blinked twice, realizing that I could never alert John to what I really was. If I did, he'd certainly kill me. God, to even bring skinwalkers up was so fucking stupid. What the hell was I thinking?

"You know," he started. I refused to turn my eyes toward him. "I'm glad someone like you is with the boys. You don't seem like the type to put up with their shit."

"No," I stated. "No, I try not to put up with anyone's shit."

"Good. The boys need that, for when I'm not around."

I bristled, my shoulders tensing. I’m nothing like you. The remainder of the trip back to the hotel was silent, aside from the occasional direction on how to get there. I was thankful when he parked and I was out the door before he had even unbuckled his seat belt.

I threw my backpack on, slinging it over my shoulders, and rushed to our hotel room. I tossed the door open and leaned against the wall, catching my breath. God, that was nerve-wracking.

The brothers poked their heads out from the kitchen where they were organizing weapons on the kitchen table. Dean's eyes widened and then quickly narrowed, a million thoughts rushing through his head.

"I told you not to come!" he shouted just as John pushed the door open. "I told you to stay put! What if you had gotten hurt!?"

"Lay off, Dean," John said, dropping his own pack on the bed nearest the door. "She was just looking out for you, just as you would have done for her."

Dean was fuming and he raked his fingers through his hair angrily, giving it a slight tug. "She defied a direct order, dad!" I scoffed and pushed past him, shoving him lightly on the shoulder. Sam gave me a pitying glance as I threw my bag on the second bed and flopped into the other unoccupied kitchen chair.

"Sounds familiar," John retorted. "She must’ve gotten it from you."

I suppressed a chuckle, catching Sam's hazel eyes as he fought the urge as well. Dean sputtered and from this angle, I could see his ears flush a deep red. John's eyes flitted around the shabby room, taking the place in before landing on Sam. His eyes warmed and then clouded over with deep sadness and longing. I recognized that look. It was a regret.

"Sammy," he sighed and crossed the room to his youngest son, who stood from his chair to meet him. "Last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."

"Yes, sir," Sam said, his eyes tearing up a bit. It surprised me to see Sam on the verge of tears. I knew they fought before Sam left for college, but I never knew what about or how bad. I felt it wasn't really my business, nor did Sam want to discuss it.

"It's good to see you again," John said, his own eyes moist. "It's been a long time."

"Too long," Sam added, gripping his shorter father in a tight hug like this was their last chance at rekindling their relationship.

In all honesty, it might have been. Not even a beat after the two separated, John was suddenly thrown across the room, his back hitting the cabinets roughly.

"No!" Dean screamed, rushing towards him before being tossed in the opposite direction like a limp rag.

"Dean!" I screamed. Sam rushed towards his father, who screamed as something tore into his chest.

I felt an icy sensation as something sunk into my back and shoulder and slid down my back. My back burned and I screamed, spinning and ripping the flesh more as whatever it was unhooked its claws from me. I could see the red seeping into my vision once more, but I shoved it back when I heard Dean scream my name and point toward his bag.

I lunged towards it and dragged it off the table, pulling it onto the floor and rifled through its contents. There had to be something in here that would produce enough light to ward these shadow demon things off.

I screamed again as I felt icy talons dig into the back of my thigh and suddenly I was being dragged backward on my stomach, pulling the bag with me. The thing tore into my leg, shredding whatever muscles and tendons it could reach while I tossed contents out of the bag.

Finally, my hand clenched around the familiar shape of a flare and I held the object high above my head as the Daeva ripped through my leg like a piece of paper. I screamed through clenched teeth as I uncapped the flare and tossed it on the ground.

The room filled with blistering white heat and the icy feeling in my leg was replaced with burning pain. My eyes swam with unshed tears. I wasn't sure if the blinding light or the pain was making me cry. My head lolled forward and I vaguely heard the brothers screaming around me.

My eyes struggled to focus on a bulky shape as it slipped toward the door. I blinked and grimaced in pain as I lay backward. My mangled shoulder hit the floor and I hollered in pain, lifting a hand to my mouth to suppress it.

Suddenly I was rising, a weight gently pushing into the undamaged areas of my back and another hooking under my knees. I curled into a ball against the chest of whoever had lifted me. Blood dripped onto my face and I had half a mind to look at where it was coming from – or rather, who it belonged to.

My rescuer coughed from the smoke of the brilliantly white flare. I clenched my eyes shut from the pain and the searing light. Suddenly, the cold air hit my exposed back and I whimpered, clutching tighter onto the swath of fabric under my palm.

"Dean!" I heard Sam shout and pound toward us. "Is she alright?"

"Fuck no, I'm not alright!" I shouted into Dean's shirt. "My leg looks like fucking spaghetti!"

Dean chuckled morbidly and set me down on the hood of the Impala on my stomach, keeping my mangled back and leg clear of the still warm metal. I pressed my elbows to the hood and attempted to prop myself up. He brushed my hair out of my face to get a good look at my feverish eyes and red complexion.

"At least you're alive," he offered weakly and rid himself of his jacket, exposing the brown flannel underneath and pressing it to my leg. I howled and gripped his arm, digging my nails into the soft flesh. "Keep pressure on that," he said before limping towards his brother and father.

"Come on, we don't have much time!" Sam shouted, wrenching one of the back doors of the Impala open and ushering his father inside. John didn't move. "As soon as that flare goes out, they'll be back!"

"Wait, wait. wait! Sam, hold on a second!" Dean shouted, gripping his father's arm to keep him steady. He looked forlornly towards John, a look of regret on his handsome, but bloody, features. "Dad can't come with us..."

"What!?" I screeched from the hood of the car, doing my best to turn and face the boys without causing any more damage. "You've spent months looking for this motherfucker, and now you're telling him to leave!?"

"Dean, what are you talking about!?" Sam demanded, tossing his arms in the air in frustration.

John sighed and pulled his arms from Dean's grasp. He shuffled away from the side of the Impala and walked along its edge to where I sat. "You all are beat to hell," he mumbled out, exhaustion written on his leathery features. He ran a calloused hand through his hair, matted with blood.

"We'll be alright," Dean stated reassuringly.

"Like hell, we are, Dean!" Sam shouted, floundering and dripping blood onto the roof of the car. "We need to stick together! We'll go after those demons-"

"Sam, listen to me!" Dean snapped, cutting his brother off. "We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He- he's stronger without us around."

I flinched at the brutality of his words. My head swam with thoughts and profuse pain - wouldn't he be in just as much danger on his own?

I blinked and my head swam. When my eyes opened again, the edges of my vision were dark and out of focus. I blinked a few more times to refocus on the situation at hand. Focus on the pain after the job. My uncle used to say that a lot, especially when he came home from a rough hunt.

I remembered my first hunt with him – nothing special, just a wendigo that was rampaging through campsites in the Rockies. My hips had gotten cut up pretty bad – I had wanted to call it quits. I felt like I couldn't run, let alone shift and hunt the bastard down.

Focus on the pain later.

Do the job now.

Focus on the pain later.

When I opened my eyes, John was pressing a firm hand to my temple, stemming a flow of blood that I hadn't even realized was escaping. I blinked to clear my eyes and focus on his scruffy visage. His eyes held a certain earnesty and sadness in them. My ears were ringing as he spoke to me.

"Take care of my boys," he said, fear leaking into his voice. "They're all I've got left." I winced at the pounding in my skull and nodded. He smiled softly. "Your uncle would be proud of you."

And with that, he was gone, the only reminder of him being a warm feeling left on my cheek, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

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"I can walk just fine on my own, asshat," I grumbled to a frustrated Sam. I gripped my crutches tightly as I made my way out the hospital door.

"Yeah right," Sam retorted, placing a large hand on my lower back to help guide me towards the car. "The doctors wanted you to stay overnight-"

"Yeah, and what are the doctors going to say when in two days they can't see their patient's bone anymore?" I glowered at Sam. The damage was bad, but not bad enough for me to stay around humans for this long. "I'll be going now, and I'm taking my exposed bone with me, thank you," I snapped as I did my best to shrug on Dean's now shredded coat. This had quickly become my favorite article of clothing, despite it being covered in blood and vomit, and now having deep slash marks down the back. I thought it gave it character.

Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair, rumpling it. "Dean's not going to be happy when he sees what happened to his coat."

"Dean can suck my metaphorical dick," I hissed. "You said he doesn't wear it anymore anyway - why did he even have it?"

"He uses it for a pillow when we're driving."

"Guess he'll have to get a new pillow then," I said as I used my crutches to propel me forward and towards the Impala. "When is he getting out?"

"He said he'll be discharged in a few minutes," Sam replied as we stopped beside the car. He unlocked the Impala and opened the door for me. "He just has to pay the bill and then we're done."

"You mean some poor sap whose credit card you stole has to pay the bill?" I teased as I attempted to slide my crutches into the car and then sneak in beside them. I hissed as my ankle caught on the edge of the car and I fought to lift my leg without any more pain.

"You alright?" Sam asked from his place by the door.

"Yep, I'm fine," I hummed. "But are you OK? I mean... you didn't seem too happy about... everything..."

Sam laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. I get it, why dad had to leave again. I'm not happy about it, but I'm fine."

I opened my mouth to speak again but was interrupted by Dean limping towards us. "Oh, look who finally decided to show up!" I said, tossing my hands in the air. "And how come they didn't give you crutches!?"

"Because my leg doesn't look like it went through a blender," he sassed. "Listen, we need to get out of here before those Daevas come back. I want to be long gone before they show up here again."

Sam nodded and shut the door on me before sliding into the passenger's seat. I leaned forward and peaked over Sam's shoulder as Dean got into the car. "So where to?"

Dean spun in his seat and propped his elbow up on the back of his chair. He glared pointedly at me. "You are going home. Sam and I will probably rest up for a few days and then go back to hunting."

I frowned. "What, so I get shredded by shadow demons and you guys just toss me?"

Dean laughed. "I don't know what the hell they gave you for the pain, but I'm pretty sure it removed your filter."

"Shut it," I pouted, dropping back into my seat and crossing my arms over my chest. "In my defense, I feel like I just went through a blender. I think I'm allowed some sass, thank you."

"Save it for your family, Clifford," he said, earning a robust laugh from Sam. "You'll be home in..." he checked his watch, "I'd say thirteen or fourteen hours. You can gripe and complain all you want then."

"Or," I said, drawing out the word as I leaned forward, "I could harass you boys the whole way there. Maybe jump out of the car. After all, you guys put me in this situation."

"Woah, wait a minute!" said Dean, holding up a hand as he pulled out of the hospital parking lot. "Last I checked, I told you to stay put."

"Should have barricaded the door, Dean. You should know as well as anyone that I don't listen to anyone but myself."

Dean grumbled as Sam and I laughed, profusely teasing Dean until he finally hushed us by playing some music. Despite the pain in my leg and back, I couldn't help but be filled with joy. Again, I had succeeded in, to put it plainly, not dying while with the boys.

And better yet, I finally felt ready to see my pack again.

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spnhunter4life · 11 months ago

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Bullets and Ballgowns

Summary: In the summer of 1813, the arrival of a new family in Brighton causes much excitement for the townsfolk. Anna Foster is shocked to realize she has already met the elder of the two sons, Dean. As she gets to know the family better, she must fight her feelings for him. Though she finds herself drawn to him, it is impossible that they could ever be together.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Here it is, the first chapter of the regency era fic I promised. Set in England because it just seems wrong to write for this time period in any other location. Thanks to everyone who has shown excitement for it! I hope it doesn't disappoint!

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Anna Foster was greatly enjoying the ball her parents were hosting. It was a beautiful evening. Despite the late hour, the sky was clear of clouds and the full moon shone bright enough to see clear to the horizon. Their country home located a few miles outside of Brighton thrummed with energy. The windows were cracked to let some of the mild summer air into the warm room. The room itself was occupied by a crowd of people. Gentlemen in suits and ladies in beautiful gowns twirled together on the dance floor, accompanied by the town’s most well-respected musicians. Even more people lingered around the edges of the room, chatting amongst themselves and admiring the dancers. It was an overall pleasant and joyful way to end the day.

There was always a great deal of excitement surrounding any ball, but this one was doubly exciting for the town, and Anna’s mother in particular. A new family had moved to town today and would make an appearance at the ball. A wealthy man with his wife and two eligible sons. Naturally, everyone was quite anxious to meet the new family – particularly mothers with eligible daughters – but none more so than Anna’s mother. She had been a ball of excitement since the announcement of the new family’s arrival several weeks ago and had been nearly literally bursting with joyful anticipation today. Anna could do nothing but shake her head and smile fondly.

She was just finishing a dance with Mr. Littleton – a sweet older gentleman who spent each ball dancing with as many ladies as he could, determined that none should be left out – when the sudden outbreak of whispers in the room alerted her to the new arrivals. She curtsied to Mr. Littleton and retreated to the edge of the room, taking up a position next to her friend Charlotte near the door to watch the unfolding excitement.

As tonight’s hosts, Anna’s parents were, of course, the first to greet the new family. They were already standing beside the newcomers, welcoming them not only to their home, but to the town. As the family of four made their way further into the room, Anna found herself staring curiously at them, much the same as everyone else. Her eyes flitted over the line they had formed, first the father, then the mother, and then the two sons.

Mr. and Mrs. Winchester were quite an attractive pair. He was tall with dark hair and had a certain ruggedness about him. Her blonde hair and slighter build complemented him well. And it appeared their good looks had been passed on to their two sons. It was hard to say which was older, but the one standing next to their mother was taller. His brown hair was on the longer side and fell attractively around his eyes. He had a friendly smile that Anna was sure would have caught the attention of girls even if he did not come from a good family with money. The second son was just as attractive, maybe more so. Though he wasn’t as tall as his brother, he was by no means short. His hair was shorter and a lighter shade of brown and he wore an equally charming and friendly smile. Anna felt the blood drain from her face at the sight of him.

Why was he here? How could this be happening? He was a stranger from London, one of thousands of people there. How could he be here of all places? Surely he must have been sent here to torment her, to remind her of that night.

“They are quite handsome,” Charlotte noted of the sons. “I suppose that means the fight for their affections will be even more fierce than expected.” She was not upset or bitter about this fact, merely making an observation. Charlotte did not fall all over herself anytime a new eligible man came to town. She was as eager to be married as any young lady, but she was determined to marry for love. Therefore she had no interest in the Winchesters at present beyond perhaps a desire to get to know them.

Managing a calm that she did not feel, Anna agreed with her. Her hand twisted nervously in the skirt of her gown as she watched her parents. The musicians started up a new song and couples shuffled off to the dance floor, no doubt still keeping a curious eye on the newcomers.

“Anna, darling, come here,” her mother requested when she noticed her standing nearby. She was absolutely beaming, smiling so widely it looked like it hurt. Even though she dreaded what might happen, Anna obeyed immediately, coming to stand next to her mother who wasted no time before getting to introductions.

“This is my daughter, Anna.” Anna said a polite hello as she curtsied. “Anna, this is Mrs. Winchester,” she continued giddily. “My childhood best friend I’ve told you so much about.”

She had indeed told Anna much about Mary Winchester, and always spoke of the other woman fondly. Mary had moved to London with her husband shortly after marrying, and Mrs. Foster had missed her friend dearly. Anna had never seen her so happy as the day she learned they were soon to be neighbors.

“This is her husband Mr. Winchester. And their sons, Sam and Dean,” Mrs. Foster finished. All three gentlemen bowed as they were introduced.

“How do you do?” Anna asked. “I hope you are finding Brighton to your satisfaction.”

“We've only been here but an hour or two, but my dear Mary is quite excited to be back,” Mr. Winchester said. “I must admit, I do have fond memories of the place myself and I believe we are both hoping Sam and Dean will grow to love it here as much as we once did.”

“I'm glad to hear it,” Anna answered.

“I hope your expectations haven't been raised too much,” Mrs. Foster said to the younger Winchesters. “For while I find it hard to believe anyone could not be pleased with this fine city of ours, I find expectation a hard thing to live up to.”

“I don't doubt that we should be very happy here,” Dean answered with a polite smile. Anna forced herself to maintain eye contact as their gazes met. She saw no recognition on his face and couldn't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed.

“Come now, dear,” Anna's father interjected. “Surely Mr. Winchester and his family should like to make the rounds to reacquaint themselves with old friends and meet their new neighbors. We mustn't keep them to ourselves all night.”

“Yes, of course,” Mrs. Foster immediately agreed. “Shall I introduce you to the Baileys? They are your closest neighbors.”

“I should like to make their acquaintance, but first I think we're forgetting something rather important,” Mrs. Winchester said. “We have not given either of my sons the opportunity to ask your daughter for a dance.”

Anna's heart started to race. Surely she would be allowed a little more time to settle her nerves before being thrown into a dance with this man.

“I assure you I would not mind if you wished to make a few more acquaintances before being thrown straight into the dancing.”

“Nonsense. It would be poor manners indeed not to ask for a dance from such a lovely new acquaintance, especially one whose family is graciously hosting this ball,” Mrs. Winchester insisted.

Before Anna could protest further, someone else spoke up.

“Would you do me the honor of dancing the next with me, Miss Foster?” It was Sam, and he wore a smile Anna recognized well, full of apologetic exasperation and fondness.

“I would love to,” Anna agreed immediately, smiling back at him. She was relieved it had been him who asked and not his brother.

As her parents took the Winchesters off to meet more people, Anna made her way back over to Charlotte.

“Well then, are they deserving of all the attention they’ll no doubt be getting from every eligible lady around?” Charlotte asked immediately. She was nothing if not to the point.

“I hardly know,” Anna answered. “I only spoke to them for a moment. I daresay they do appear to be quite kind though. I am to dance the next with the younger Mr. Winchester. I shall give you a better formed opinion after.”

“Wonderful,” Charlotte said. She sighed wistfully. “I do hope at least one of them has a character as lovely as his face is handsome.”

Anna smiled. “That would be quite lovely indeed. But of course nothing less could ever be deserving of you.”

As the two girls talked, Anna noticed Dean excuse himself from the conversation with the Baileys and make his way across the room. He stopped beside George Young and they warmly clasped hands. George had just returned home from university and Anna assumed that must be how they knew each other.

“Anna, you’re staring,” Charlotte informed her gently. Anna blinked in surprise before turning back to her friend, feeling a rush of heat to her cheeks.

“What is going on with you?” Charlotte asked. She sounded torn between concern and amusement. “I thought I detected a hint of unease when you saw his family tonight, but I dismissed it as nerves. But now to catch you staring as well. That’s not like you.” She paused, waiting for Anna to respond. When she didn’t, Charlotte continued. “He is very handsome. Perhaps you find him particularly so? Should I focus my attentions on the other brother then?” The ‘assuming he’s worth paying attention too’ went unspoken.

“No, it’s not that,” Anna protested. “I mean, he is quite handsome. But you know as well as I that I could not hope to be pursued by him even if I wished it. It is only…” Charlotte waited patiently for her to finish her thought. Anna sighed, steeling herself to admit something she had hoped never to speak of. If anyone deserved to know though, Charlotte did. “It is only that I’ve met him before. And I am quite ashamed of the way I behaved.”

Charlotte seemed puzzled by this news. They usually confided in each other quite openly after all. It wasn’t usual for something to happen, especially something big enough to cause discomfort at the mere mention of it, that the other was unaware of.

“What happened?”

“Nothing I want to speak of in such a public place,” Anna replied. “But I promise to tell you soon.”

“Alright,” Charlotte agreed worriedly. The closing notes of the song rang through the room and Anna saw Sam excusing himself from the small group of people he was talking to. “But… everything is alright?”

“Everything is alright,” Anna assured her.

Sam stopped in front of them with a bow and offered his hand to Anna. She took it and he escorted her to the dance floor where they lined up with the other couples.

“How are you enjoying your evening so far Miss Foster?” He asked as the musicians started up with the next song and they moved together in the first steps of the dance.

“Very well,” Anna answered. “Although I think it is unlikely for anyone to feel otherwise at a ball.”

“Yes, I believe you are right,” he agreed. Anna glanced around and saw all the ladies who were not currently dancing eyeing either her and Sam or Dean.

“I suppose you have a long night ahead of you dancing with every eligible lady in the room,” she said sympathetically. She did not know of anyone who did not enjoy dancing, but to be new to town and expected to get to know everyone through an endless stream of dances seemed rather tiring. “I should be happy to make introductions for you if anyone catches your eye. Or if at any point you need a break from all the dancing, I shall brave the displeasure of all the young ladies here and sit and talk with you.”

He smiled widely. “A very generous offer.” He was either amused or grateful. Possibly both, Anna couldn’t tell for sure. They danced in silence for a few moments before Sam spoke again. “I must apologize for being so quick to ask for a dance when I know it’s possible you would have preferred the invitation to come from my brother.”

“Why should I have preferred that?” She asked calmly, desperately hoping it hadn’t been that painfully obvious how nervous his older brother made her.

“Well, as the eldest son he is a better prospect than me. I shouldn’t blame you if you would prefer to get to know him.”

She supposed that was true enough, but why anyone would turn their nose down at Sam – who seemed to be a very kind, well-mannered man – simply because he was not the oldest was a mystery to her. He was still a very advantageous match.

“I do wish to get to know him,” she answered truthfully. “I have actually been quite anxious to make both of your acquaintances. But not in the hopes of securing an offer from either of you.” He looked at her questioningly, so she continued. “It means a great deal to my mother that all of us get along.”

“Ah,” Sam said, the understanding clear on his face.

“So no, I am not offended that you offered me a dance before your brother could. I should not feel slighted in the least to not dance with him at all tonight. I believe there shall be ample opportunity for us to talk in the future.”

“That may be true, but you can be assured you will not have to wait until after tonight for a chance to talk to him. Our friendship means a great deal to my mother as well, and she would not hear of us leaving here tonight without both of us having had at least one dance with you.”

Anna chuckled. “It should not surprise me to hear that your mother and my own appear to have a great deal in common.”

“No, it should not,” Sam agreed with a smile. He hesitated a moment before speaking again. “I hope it is not too forward of me to say I am glad that the young lady our mother so dearly wants us to become closely acquainted with is you. Though I do not know you well, I daresay I think it shall be quite easy to be your friend.”

“I quite agree Mr. Winchester. You appear to be just what I might look for in a friend.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

They chatted quite contentedly for the remainder of the dance, at the end of which he escorted her back to Charlotte’s side.

“Might you introduce me to your friend, Miss Foster?” Sam asked politely.

“Of course,” Anna agreed. Well, she thought, now Charlotte can form her own opinion of the man. “This is my good friend Charlotte Thompson. This is Mr. Winchester.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Charlotte said.

“The pleasure is mine,” Sam replied. “Would you like to dance, Miss Thompson?”

“I thank you, yes,” Charlotte agreed, taking the hand Sam offered her.

The pair walked off, leaving Anna by herself. She retreated to the refreshment table, grabbing a glass of lemonade for herself. She noticed a small group of ladies gathered together in one corner of the room and was about to join them when a gentleman stopped her.

“Miss Foster,” he said. She turned to see Mr. Winchester grabbing a glass off the table. “Pardon me. I don’t mean to keep you from enjoying your evening.”

“Not at all,” she assured him. He took a sip of his lemonade, looking around the room as he did so.

“This is quite a lively ball your parents have put on tonight. My family and I are quite pleased to have such an event to attend on our very first night here.”

“As we are all quite pleased to have you here,” Anna said. He smiled.

“I think it will not come as a surprise to you to hear that my wife dearly wishes to get to know you,” he told her. “While I fear it will be some time before we host an event as grand as this, we should be settled enough in a few days' time to host small gatherings. I tell you this so you can know to expect a more formal invitation from my wife very soon as you are no doubt at the very top of her list of people to invite.”

“I thank you for telling me. And if Mrs. Winchester should ask, you may inform her that I look forward to forming a better acquaintance with her as well.”

“Thank you,” Mr. Winchester said gratefully. “I shall detain you no longer from your evening.” With that, he bowed and returned to his wife’s side.

The next couple of hours passed by just as pleasantly as the first couple. Anna danced several more times with several different gentlemen. When she was not dancing, she chatted with her friends. She and Charlotte were in agreement about Sam being a very pleasant fellow to be around, but Charlotte did not seem any more taken with him than she did any of the other gentlemen of the town.

Sam stayed quite busy dancing with various ladies but did take her up on her offer of talking when he needed a break. He spent some time acquainting himself with the gentlemen as well. His brother, while seemingly not quite as inclined to dance as him, still spent a fair amount of time escorting ladies to the dancefloor. He still had not asked her for a dance though, despite Sam’s assurance that he would. She was fine with that. The more time she had to steady herself before facing him, the better.

It was nearing the end of the evening, the musicians expected to play only three more songs when he finally approached her. He stopped in front of the group of four ladies she was talking to with a polite bow.

“Forgive the interruption, but I was wondering if I might borrow Miss Foster for a dance.”

Her friends looked to her in question. “I would be delighted,” she told him. Charlotte gave her a reassuring smile as she walked with him to the dance floor.

As the dance began, she found herself unable to stop from speaking the first words that came to her mind. “I was beginning to think I would not be offered a dance with you this evening after all, Mr. Winchester.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean to say you’ve been expecting an invitation all night?” Anna cringed internally. What an incredibly presumptuous thing to say. “If that is the case, I apologize for keeping you waiting so long. And for causing doubt that I, or any gentleman, would not wish to dance with you.”

“You misunderstand me,” she hurried to explain. “I did not mean to imply that I myself had any expectations. Indeed, if you ask your brother, you’ll find I had none at all. He assured me, however, that your mother would be rather displeased if the evening ended without both of her sons acquainting themselves with her friend’s daughter.”

“I see,” he answered casually. “So you are under the impression that I have asked to dance with you because my mother wished it, and that my own feelings had no influence on the matter.”

Up until now, the dance had required no physical contact between partners. They now reached the part where they were to clasp hands together as they made their way from one end of the lined up dancers to the other. His touch sent a jolt through her that she had not experienced with any of her other partners. She felt flushed as the contact reminded her of her actions on that night several months ago. Luckily any redness in her cheeks could be blamed on the exertion of the dance.

“My mother would be flattered to hear you have such a high opinion of her ability to influence my actions, but I am no longer a boy required to obey every wish of his mother’s. I asked you for a dance because it was my own desire, not anyone else’s.”

Anna could not deny the sincerity she felt in his words. Not being able to come up with a response to this declaration, she decided to change the subject.

“I asked your brother for his opinion on your family’s move to Brighton.” At the other end of the row of dancers now, they detached themselves and took their places back in line. “He confessed himself torn between an eagerness to know the people and sights here, and a sadness at the loss of his old home.”

“And you find this odd?”

“On the contrary. I can only imagine how difficult it must be to leave the only home you’ve ever known. Of course there must be excitement at meeting new people and experiencing new places. But that can only soften the feeling of loss so much.”

“That is very insightful of you,” Dean said. They clasped hands again as they began to weave in and out of the other couples.

“Perhaps not so insightful as you might think,” she disagreed. “I rather think every woman contemplates the difficulties, or perhaps in some cases joys, of leaving home, given that once she is married it is possible she will be settled quite far from her family.”

“And once you are married, what would you wish?” He asked. “To be near your family or to have a new city to explore?”

“I believe I should be content with either,” she answered, “assuming I am close enough to visit my family on occasion.” The topic of her marriage wasn’t one she wanted to dwell on right now, so she steered the conversation back to her original point. “What of you? Do you share your brother’s feelings?”

“I do not,” he answered. “But perhaps that is because I am only to spend the summer here with my family. After that I shall move into a place of my own.”

Of course. Sam had mentioned that he had just finished school. It only made sense that he would be preparing to start his own life then, a house being the first step before starting a family.

“And where do you plan on settling?” Anna asked.

“I do not know yet,” he answered as they came to a momentary stop, allowing the couples on either side of them to circle them as they waited their turn to do the same. “I hope to find a place in the country, just outside of London. I admit I have not seen much of the world, but I do not believe there could be a better place to live.”

They started moving again as Anna considered her reply. “I hope you are able to find the sort of home you are looking for.”

They spent the remainder of the dance discussing such things as how the Winchesters’ journey from London was, upcoming social events, and their families. It was a surprise to Anna when the music came to an end. She hadn’t realized how much time had passed. They walked together to the edge of the room, out of the way of the couples who were lining up for the next dance.

“Thank you for the dance, Miss Foster. I look forward to seeing you again.”

Before Anna could reply, she became aware of the presence of another person stopping beside her.

“Good evening,” the new person said. Anna recognized his voice immediately. William Sanders. Her heart sank a little, but she kept a polite smile on her face. “I had meant to speak with you earlier, but I fear I got caught up talking with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Collins about tomorrow’s race,” he informed her. Then, as if just noticing she was not alone, he added, “Oh. I see you are already engaged in conversation. Would you introduce me?”

“This is Mr. Winchester. His family just moved here from London. This is Mr. Sanders.”

“Ah, yes,” Mr. Sanders said. “I had heard a new family was moving to town. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Yours as well,” Dean agreed.

Never one for small talk, William appeared to consider the conversation over. He turned his attention back to Anna and his original purpose in approaching. “I do hope I am not too late in asking you to join me in the last dance this evening. Have no fear, if you have already promised the dance to another I will not be upset, for I have only myself to blame. I do believe it would be quite unfortunate if I did not dance at least once with the woman I am to marry though, particularly at a ball thrown in her own home.”

“You are quite right,” she agreed, determinedly ignoring the surprise she saw briefly cross Dean’s face. “And as it happens, I have no partner for the final dance, so you needn’t worry.”

“Very good. I shall return to you in time for the dance then,” he informed her before walking away.

“I should return to my family,” Dean said when he was gone. “We had a long journey today, and while she would never admit it to anyone, I believe my mother is quite tired and would like to return home and rest. Good night, Miss Foster.”

Anna wished him a good night in return and watched as he walked away. She couldn’t help but feel like something about this last interaction was off, strained. She could come up with no explanation as to why she felt this way though. He had been perfectly polite and had already been about to leave her side before William showed up. Why, then, could she not shake the feeling that something about their short interaction had caused Dean’s departure? With a frustrated sigh, she forced these thoughts from her mind and took some time to catch her breath before the next dance started.

Chapter 2

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roleplayfinder · 8 months ago

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The search , Supernatural, Saltburn, ACOTAR, Shadowhunters, Fast & Furious, Sherlock and More

Heyo! 25 year old female writer here. I’m eighteen plus so please please please ensure you are before writing to me! Now about me, I do work, quick fire would be nice but I can’t always be here. So you may see me post more depending on what ideas I’ve got and what cravings I have. But with my time off you can guarantee I’ll be posting more! Just a heads up I’m looking for clean roleplays! I do prefer discord to conduct roleplays purely for the purpose of being able to keep things more organised! My discord is eleanorewinchester

So I’m looking for those of you who can use third person, past tense and lots of detail. I say this not to be mean but because I do consider myself to be advanced literate, I expect potential partners to be the same! I’m looking for oc (me) x male canon characters from the above movies but I will enclose further fandoms and movies with in the post! I use third and past tense and would be grateful if you do too! Please note I do have dyslexia. I’d love to get some aus going as well as some love triangles. Doubles are welcome! But please note ALL my roleplays are doubles. I will be prioritising those of you who don’t want to double and are happy to play canons. I’m just getting to a point where doubles feel transactional, I’d like to do something for myself where I can :).

I’m also craving; Fast & Furious, Saltburn and Supernatural, (please?! I would kill for a good detailed roleplay), Sherlock (please?!), Shadowhunters (please I beg?!), A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, The Musketeers (bbc show), My Life With the Walters, Hunger Games (originals and prequel), GG at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play; Felix Catton, Brian O’conner, Dean Winchester or Jace Wayland, Jules or Mark.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I’ll do my best to accommodate them! If there’s a character in brackets that’s who I’m looking to ship with, I need you to play them! Any fandoms with hearts are ones I’m desperate for!

Fandoms I seek include:

Fast and furious (Brian) ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Shadowhunters (Book/Show verse) (Jace, Julian, Mark)

Sherlock (Sherlock,John)

Superstore (Jonah)

Supernatural (Dean) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ACOTAR (Cassian,Lucien, Rhys) ❤️

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

The Musketeers (bbc show Aramis)

Merlin (show)

Downton Abbey

Saltburn (Felix) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Kissing Booth (Noah)

Pitch Perfect (Jesse)

Ginny and Georgia (Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

#submission #eighteen and over #fast and furious #fast and furious roleplay #fast and furious rp #shadowhunters #shadowhunters roleplay #shadowhunters rp #sherlock #sherlock roleplay #sherlock rp #superstore #supernatural #acotar #saltburn #bridgerton

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nesnejwritings · 5 months ago

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INEFFABLE

subtitle - WENDIGO pairing - Dean Winchester x Original Female Character ( eventual ) warning(s) - canon violence, mentions of dead body, vague descriptions of injuries word count - 9,094 ( longest yet ) summary - when the four hunters begin their search and follow the trail left behind by their long lost fathers

a/n - sorry for the late update! life got a little bit hectic but i'm back! this is a long chapter but i hope you all enjoy it!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

THE DEEP PURR of the classic Mustang cruised down the highway, the sounds of ‘(Don’t Fear) The Reaper’ by Blue Oyster Cult filled the silence of the cab. Dakoda was behind the wheel as she absentmindedly hummed to the music, keeping her gaze on the Impala in front of her. She heard a faint mumbling and glanced over to see Damien twitch in his sleep, her brow furrowing in concern for her baby brother, and knew he was likely having nightmares about Jessica who had been his best friend. She looked back at the road while she reached over and gently nudged Damien’s shoulder to wake him up, his body jerking up as his eyes flew open with a sharp gasp leaving his lips.

“Easy, Damien, you’re okay.”, Dakoda soothed as she focused on the road but listened to Damien as he slowly calmed down from whatever nightmare his brain conjured up while he was sleeping, “Wanna talk about it?”, she asked after a moment of silence. Dakoda had dimmed the sound of the music so she could focus on Damien.

“Uh, no, I’m fine.”, Damien denied, shaking his head in denial. He rubbed at his eyes for a brief second before shifting his gaze to the window, “Dean and Sam tell you where we’re going?”, he asked, shifting the subject to something else. Dakoda pursed her lips and cleared her throat, looking back towards the road but feeling concerned as Damien changed the subject.

“Uh, yeah, somewhere in Colorado. Lost Creek, or whatever.”, Dakoda told him, focusing back on the brake lights of the Impala ahead of them.

A few minutes after the group drove past the ‘Welcome to Lost Creek’ sign on the outskirts of town, they pulled up to the local Ranger Station. Dakoda slid out of the Mustang after cutting the engine and glanced over to see Damien doing the same, she gave a soft sigh at the lost look in his eyes and knew Sam wouldn’t be any better. She walked over to Dean and gave him a look, having a silent conversation about Sam and Damien. The two looked back over at Sam and Damien, seeing the two standing side by side as they conversed quietly.

Dakoda looked back at Dean and gestured to the Ranger Station, the two walked in with Sam and Damien trailing behind them.

“So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote.”, Sam speaks up behind Dean and Dakoda, mentioning the location of the coordinates their dads had left in John’s journal, “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.”, Sam is looking at a 3D model with Damien beside him who is observing quietly.

“Dude, look at the size of this bear.”, Dean told them as he looked at a photo of a man next to a very large bear, Dakoda standing beside him as she looked at the bear herself, “Hate to be the poor bastard that got mauled by this thing.”, Dakoda muttered under her breath.

“And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It’s no nature hike, that’s for sure.”, Sam commented, coming to stand just behind Dean to look at the photo. Dakoda hears footsteps and turns around to see a ranger walking over to them, she gives a small whistle to catch the boys’ attention.

“You kids aren’t planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?”, the Ranger asked as he placed his hands on his hips over his utility belt as he spoke to them.

“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.”, Sam told the Ranger with a small laugh leaving his lips, clasping his hands in front of him slightly. Dean grins behind Sam and raises a fist, “Recycle, man.”, his boyish grin speaks for itself. Dakoda rolled her eyes discreetly with a small grin herself, she looked over to see Damien looking at her with a pointed look to which she sent a small glare.

“Bull.”, the Ranger spits out as he looks at the four hunters who look at each other in surprise, “You’re friends with that Haley girl, right?”, he questioned them. Dakoda clears her throat and steps forward to speak, coming up with a lie on the spot.

“Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger–”, she glances to his badge, “--Wilkinson.”, Dakoda gives her best smile at the Ranger to sell the story.

“You tell that girl to quit worrying. I’m sure her brother’s just fine.”, Ranger Wilkinson told her, giving a nod as he believed her words. Dakoda feels Dean step up beside her as he plays along with her lie.

“We will. That Hayley girl’s a pistol, huh?’, Dean pouts his lips slightly, his words playing along with Dakoda’s small lie, “That is putting it mildly.”, the Ranger told Dean, an exasperated look on his aged face.

“Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.”, Dakoda suggests, shrugging slightly as he tried to get as much information as she could. Dean raised his eyebrows at the Ranger when the older man eyed the two but ultimately agreed.

Dakoda walked out of the Ranger Station with the three guys following behind her, she had a grin playing on her lips as she held onto the sheet of paper.

“What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?”, Sam questioned Dakoda as he came up beside her, “Koda.”, Damien groaned, mild annoyance in his tone. Dakoda threw a mock offended look at Damien and then looked at Sam, “What do you mean?”, she asked, dropping her hand onto her hip and cocking it to the side.

“The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad and Javier. I mean, why even talk to this girl?”, Sam asked as they all walked over to the vehicles, Dakoda frowned at his words but turned a glare on Dean when he snagged the paper from her hand to look over himself.

“I’m thinking maybe we actually look into what this is before we actually walk into it.”, Dakoda told Sam with a shrug, she shared a brief look with Dean before they both looked at Sam again.

“What?”, Sam asked, noticing their look and silent conversation, “Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?”, Dean asked, looking across the roof of the Impala since Sam was standing on the other side, “Since now.”, Sam told his brother before he turned his head away and opened the passenger door, sliding into the car. Dakoda sighed and looked at Dean who was already looking at her, she gave a shrug before she ehaded to her own car where Damien had migrated.

“Sam’s right, Koda, we should just go and find Dad and John.”, Damien told Dakoda as he approached the Mustang.

“Not you too.”, Dakoda whined under her breath, “Kid, we don’t know what we’re walking into, best we figure it out now then get killed when we do get there.”, Dakoda told her little brother, he just sighed and slid into the passenger seat. Dakoda placed her forehead against her forearm where it sat on the roof of her car, groaning softly before lifting her head and getting into the vehicle herself.

THE GROUP OF FOUR arrived shortly at the Collins’ house, Dean and Dakoda taking the lead as they stood at the front door with Damien and Sam standing behind them. Dakoda raises her hand and knocks on the door, glancing at Dean briefly as they waited before the door slowly opens to reveal a young woman, in her twenties it looks like.

“You must be Haley Collins. I’m Dean, this is Dakoda. Behind us is Sam and Damien, we’re, ah, we’re rangers with the Park Service. Ranger WIlkinson sent us over.”, Dean stated, a friendly smile on his lips, “He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.”, he finished, tilting his head slightly.

“Lemme see some ID.”, Haley requested after a moment of hesitation, her gaze flicking between each person in front of her. Dean pulls his fake Ranger ID out and presses it against the screen door that was separating them, Haley looks it it then to Dean before smiling lightly before she opens the screen door to invite them in. Dean mutters his ‘thanks’ as they start to walk in, his attention is grabbed by Haley who had caught sight of Dean’s Impala. Dakoda walks past them and waits until Haley leads the four of them into the kitchen where a man stood.

DAKODA STOOD with her lower back against the counter and her arms crossed, Damien stood beside her while Dean and Sam, “So if Tommy’s not do back for a while, how do you know something’s wrong?”, Sam asked as he stood a bit behind the man, Ben, who had taken a seat at the table.

“He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos–we haven’t heard anything in over three days now.”, Haley answers Sam as she places a bowl onto the table in front of her other brother, Ben.

“Could be he can’t get cell reception?”, Dakoda suggests from where she stood, moving away from the counter and walking into the dining room where Dean had migrated.

“He’s got a satellite phone, too.”, Haley tells Dakoda, shaking her head minutely as she turns back to walk into the kitchen, “Could it be he’s just having fun and forgot to check in?”, Dean offers up, shrugging slightly.

“He wouldn’t do that.”, Ben lightly snaps defensively, Dean eyed him slightly in some surprise before Ben looked away from the eldest Winchester.

“Our parents are gone. It’s just my two brothers and me, we all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”, Haley tells them as she places more food onto the table, Damien steps into the dining room and stands beside Sam.

“Could we possibly see the photos and videos he sent you?”, Damien asked, speaking for the first time since the questioning started, “Yeah.”, Haley nodded, moving away to grab a laptop from nearby desk and opening it on a clear space on the table. Damien takes a seat in a chair in front of the laptop and watches as Haley clicks on a few pictures before she clicked on a video. Dakoda peers over Damien’s other shoulder as the video plays on the screen, her eyes flick to Sam when she notices his head tilt in confusion. Dkaoda watches the video and purses her lips and flicks her gaze to Dean’s briefly, “Well, we’ll find your brother. We’re heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing.”, Dean reassures Haley from beside Dakoda.

“Then maybe I'll see you there.”, Haley speaks up as she moves back over to stand beside her sitting brother, “Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guide. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.”, Haley informs them, firm in her decision.

“I think I know how you feel.”, Dean tells her, a look of respect in his eyes as he nods, “Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?”, Sam cuts in, looking at Haley who agrees to send the videos and pictures to Sam’s email.

Dakoda stands a few feet in front of a dart board, half listening to Dean and Sam at the table a few feet away from her, Damien was sitting beside Sam as the youngest WInchester pulled John WInchester’s journal out.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.”, Sam told the small group, only half drawing Dakoda’s attention as she continued playing darts, “Any before that?”, Dean asked as he watched Sam pulled out newspaper articles from the opened journal, “Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack.”, Sam explained as he showed Dean and Damien the article clippings. Dakoda stepped away and looked over thre pieces of article clippings briefly, getting an idea of what they could be hunting but not have the clearest idea.

“And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936.”, Sam told them as he pulled his laptop out, opening it and clicking on the image files Haley had sent him of Tommy’s video, “Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. OKay, watch this. Here’s a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy’s video to the laptop. Check this out.”, he tells them as he scrolls through each frame slowly and shows three particular frames one at a time, a shadow crossing over just behind Tommy.

“Do it again.”, Dakoda and Dean speak at the same time, eyeing the video from either side of Sam with Damien already knowing what they were looking at since he had caught it back at the Collins’ house. Dakoda watched as Sam went through the frames again and she furrowed her brows as she stared at the screen, “What the hell?”, she murmured under her breath.

“That’s three frames. That’s a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move.”, Sam told them, glancing at them. Dakod alooks at Damien with a ‘Told you so’ look in her eyes as Dean smacks Sam’s arm.

“We told you something weird was going on.”, Dean told Sam and Damien as he gestured to himself and Dakoda, “Yeah, I got one more thing.”, Sam told them as he closed his laptop, he grabs another newspaper article and holds it out, “In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”, Sam explained, Dakoda shifting over to look over Dean’s shoulder and reading the article with him.

“Is there a name?”, Dean asked as he held the clipping between his large hands, Dakoda pursing her lip as she waited for Sam’s answer.

“Look, Ranger, I don’t now why you’re asking me about this. It’s public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a–”, Mr. Shaw spoke as he led the group of four into his home, Dakoda looking around as she walked just behind Dean, “Grizzly? That’s what attacked them?”, Sam interrupted the older man. Mr. Shaw nods as he takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales slowly, taking it out as he nods at Sam’s questioning, a sorrowful look shifting subtly on his aged face.

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?”, Dean asked, taking a few steps towards Mr. Shaw. Dakoda hung back and stayed by the front door to leave some space, she could tell the memories of Mr. Shaw losing his parents were haunting him, even now. SIlence hung in the air for a moment as the four hunters looked at Mr. Shaw, “WHat about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”, Dean continued his questioning as he approached Mr. Shaw a tad closer, another pause of silence falls onto the room.

“We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.”, Dakoda bits in from where she stood by the front door, glancing briefly at Damien as she brushed past him to make her way closer to Dean’s side.

“I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don’t see the difference it would make.”, Mr. Shaw told them, taking a seat down in his chair just behind his legs, “You wouldn’t believe me. Nobody ever did.”, he told them, a somber look on his face. Sam approaches between Dean and Dakoda, taking a seat across from Mr. Shaw with a sympathetic look.

“Mr. Shaw, what did you see?”, the youngest Winchester asked gently, the question makes the older man pause for a moment before he opens his mouth to speak.

“Nothing.”, Mr. Shaw told them, the youngest Hernandez’s brows furrowed as he moves to stand closer just behind his older sister. Dakoda glanced at Damien briefly when he moved closer but kept her gaze on Mr. Shaw, his answer confusing her slightly before he continued, “It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard.”, Mr. Shaw told them, a look of remembered fear in his eyes accompanied the sorrow that seemed permanent in his gaze.

“It came at night?”, Sam questioned, the older man nodded, “Got inside your tent?”, Damien asked softly from beside Dakoda, Mr. Shaw’s eyes snapping over to look at the youngest Hernandez, “It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.”, Mr. Shaw recounted the events, Dakoda frowning sympathetically as she listened to the man’s words, can hear the devastation in his tone as he recalled the night his parents died.

“It killed them?”, Sam asked, speaking up just before Dakoda could, “Dragged them off into the night.”, Mr. Shaw told them, his head shaking slightly, “Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since.”, he continued, his voice gravelly. He paused before he lifted his hand to his collar and tugged down the edge of his shirt to reveal a jagged scar in the shape of three claw marks over his collarbone and stretching over his shoulder a bit, “Did leave me this, though.”, he finished.

Dakoda looked over and made brief eye contact with Dean, communicating silently before she looked back to Mr. Shaw who began to speak again, “There’s something evil in those woods. It was some sort of demon.”, Dakoda chewed on her lip slightly as she thought over the older man’s words before she took a step back to let the Winchester boys finish up the interview.

THE MUSTANG AND IMPALA roll up the slight hill in the forest, their engines rumbling as they get closer before pulling to a stop. Dakoda and Damien step out of her mustang and the eldest grasps the tan duffle bag from the back seat, Dean and Sam doing the same in front of them with the Impala. Dakoda grabs a large, almost empty, bag of peanut m&m’s she had stolen from Dean before they had left their motel rooms.

“You guys got room for four more?”, Dean called out to Haley who was standing beside who Dakoda assumed was the ‘guide’ she had hired, “Wait, you want to come with us?”, Haley asked as she looked at the group of four. Dakoda came up and stood beside Dean, having placed the bag of peanut m&m’s in her jacket’s inner pocket so he wouldn’t see them yet.

“Who are these guys?”, The hired guide asked, eyeing the four hunters warily. Dakoda couldn’t tell what it was bt she instantly didn’t like this man but she couldn’t put her finger on why exactly, “Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue.”, Haley answered the man as she stared at the hunters. Sam and Damien decided to move ahead of everyone else, their duffles in their hands as they walked away and leaving their elder siblings behind.

“You’re Rangers?”,the man asked, Dakoda cocking a brow at his tone and going to speak but Dean cut her off, “That’s right.”, he told the man, sending a brief look out of the corner of his eye at Dakoda.

“And you’re hiking out in biker boots and jeans?”, Haley questioned, looking between Dean and Dakoda, seeing as the two were both wearing similar styles. Dakoda looked down briefly at her clothing, noting the boots she was wearing and her bootcut jeans before flicking her gaze back to Haley with a shrug. She moved away and began walking in the direction Sam and Damien went, “Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.”, Dean told Haley as he walked after Dakoda.

“What, you think this is funny? It’s dangerous back country out there. Her brother could be hurt.”, the guide told Dean and Dakoda, Sam and Damien turning around from where they were standing, looking at the exchange happening.

“Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all.”, Dean responds to the guide, turning back and walking past Sam and Damien with Dakoda right beside him on his right.

Dakoda walked just behind Dean, her hand reaching into her inner pocket of her jacket and tugging out her bag of peanut m&m’s. She unravels the opening and pops a few into her mouth, chewing lightly before she caught the glare shooting at her from Dean who had heard the bag, a smirk spreads on her lips at him and she wrinkles her nose at him. Dean gives an indignant huff and looks back ahead towards the guide, Roy, who was leading the group.

“Roy, you said you did a little hunting.”, Dean remarked as thee group hijed through the trees carefully, “Yeah, more than a little.”, Roy responded, not bothering to look back at Dean as he lead the group.

“Uh-huh, what kind of fuzzy critters do you hunt?”, Dean asked lightly, keeping his eyes on the trees subtly, Dakoda gazed around as she popped a few more m&m’s into her mouth as they walked.

“Mostly buck, sometimes bear.”, Roy answered, keeping his eyes peeled onto the landscape around them, “Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?”, Dean asked as he passed Roy up by a few steps. Dakoda jerked slightly when Roy grabbed Dean’s jacket, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly but she stayed in her place.

“Whatcha doin’, Roy?”, Dean asked, eyeing the other man carefully as Roy grasped a stick and stabbed the end into the ground where Dean was about to step, a bear trap springing closed with a harsh metallic clink echoing slightly. Dakoda’s eyes narrowed when she saw Roy’s slight smirk and she wanted to smack it off his face but held back from doing anything since she knew Dean could handle himself.

“You should watch where you’re steppin’, Ranger.”, Roy told Dean, a smug look passing over his features lightly, Dakoda rolled her eyes before looking to Dean as he stood with his back to the rest of the group, “It’s a bear trap.”, Dean told them sheepishly over his shoulder before he continued walking, Dakoda falling into step beside him before Haley caught up to them.

“You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying duffel bags. You're not rangers.”, Haley told them as she walked on Dean’s left side as she spoke to both Dean and Dakoda, she grabbed Dean’s arm to stop them which caused Dakoda to stop too, “So who the hell are you?”, Haley asked the two hunters as she stared at them scrutinizingly. Sam and Damien pause slightly and look at the other two hunters who silently told them to keep going with their expressions, Dakoda looking back to Haley with an indifferent look as she stood beside Dean.

“Sam and I are brothers, and Dakoda is my best friend and Damien is her brother. We’re looking for our dads. They might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat.”, Dean told Haley, shrugging slightly, “Why didn’y you just tell me that from the start?”, Haley asked, looking between Dean and Dakoda briefly.

“I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman, beside Koda...ever. So we okay?”, Dean gave Haley a brief look, tilting his head slightly, “Yeah, okay.”, Haley breathed out after a brief pause, Dean looked at Dakoda slightly before opening his mouth and shook his head, “And what did you mean I didn’t pack any provisions?”, he asked, snatching the bag of peanut m&m’s from Dakoda’s hand and digging his hand into the opening of the bag. Dakoda huffed and followed after him, a small smile tugging at her lips when he flashed her a smug grin and popped a few m&m’s into his mouth.

The group made their way through the dense forest, pausing briefly so Roy can check the GPS and they four hunters realized they were at the coordinates their dads had left behind in John’s journal. Dakoda eyed the surrounding woods warily, not liking how silent it was, not even crickets made a chirp. She heard Dean and Sam mention the silence and knew they had realized it too. The group moved on, Roy splitting off a bit against Sam’s warning to stay with the group, Dakoda couldn’t count how many times she had rolled her eyes so far since they had joined Roy.

“Haley, over here!”, Roy called out to Haley, his voice a few feet away from where Dakoda was standing with Damien. The rest of the group ran over to where Roy’s voice had come from, ending up at the site of a few destroyed tents. This was where Haley’s brother Tommy had been camped with his friends.

“Oh, my god.”, Haley uttered in shock as she took in the sight of the destroyed and bloodied campsite, supplies were scattered across the ground around the tents and it looked as if something had torn through, “Looks like a grizzly.”, Dakoda heard Roy mutter as he looked around. Damien sets down his and Dakoda’s duffle bag as Haley sets her backpack down, Dakoda clenches her jaw when Haley begins calling out for Tommy loudly. Sam gets to Haley before Dakoda could say something, shushing her carefully and telling her something could still be out there.

Dakoda makes her way over to Dean who is looking down at the ground and she makes the connection that the bodies were dragged from the campsite but her brows furrowed in confusion when the tracks vanish abruptly. They call over Sam and Damien, the both of them making their way over immediately to see what they wanted.

“The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, they just vanish. That’s weird.”, Dean explained to the two with Dakoda pointing at the disappearing tracks, crouched down beside wher they vanished, “Tracks don’t just vanish like that, this isn’t some skinwalker or black dog. Keep your eyes peeled on the trees, boys.”, Dakoda tells them, looking up from where she was crouched. She stood back up to her full height and straightened her jacket briefly as the four of them make their way back to the campsite, Dakoda making her way to Haley with Dean just behind her. Haley picks up a cellphone, it’s covered in blood. The woman cries softly as she examines the phone, turning it over to see the back of it open. Dakoda crouches down beside her with Dean on the other side of Haley.

“Hey, he could still be alive.”, Dean tells Haley softly, trying to reassure her, “We’ll find him.”, Dakoda backs Dean up firmly, giving a reassuring nod to the woman. The three of them remained crouched before the sound of someone screaming for help echoed through the trees, Dakoda standing up straight as she looked around carefully as the screaming continued. The group runs in the direction of the shouter, Roy leading them with his rifle gripped in his hands as they moved quickly. Dakoda and Dean had pulled their handguns from thier waistbands, cocking the slide and clicking the hammer back as they rushed behind Roy.

“It seemed like ti was coming from around here, wasn’t it?”, Haley asked as she looked around the small area they were standing, surrounded by the trees. Dakoda chewed on her lower lip before before her eyes widened just as Sam spoke, “Everybody back to camp.”, the youngest Winchetser told the group, slowly backing up before they all rushed back to the campsite.

“Fuck.”, Dakoda cursed as they arrived back at the campsite, discovering all their bags were gone where they had left them. She clicked the hammer on her gun back in place an dclicked the safety back on, slipping it back into the back of her waistband smoothly, “Pour packs!”, Haley explained lightly as she looked around, shocked that their bags were gone.

“So much for my GPS and satellite phone.”, Roy grumbled as he crouched down where they had left their bags on the ground, “What the hell is going on?”, Haley asked, not directed at anyone in particular.

“Its smart, it wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help”, Sam told them, looking around the ruined campsite, “You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all out gear.”, Roy stated, looking at Sam. Dean and Dakoda walked slightly by Sam, Damien trailing behind them slightly before Sam addressed the other three hunters, “I need to speak with you, in private.”, he told them. The four hunters walk a bit away from the civilians, making their they couldn’t be heard by them as they discussed what was going on.

“Okay. Let me see Dad’s journal.”, Sam addressed Dean, holding his hand out for John’s journal while Dakoda and Damien looked on, curious where Sam was going with this. Sam graped the journal as Dean hands it over, flipping it open and turning the pages til he landed on the page he was looking for.

“All right, check that out.”, Sam told them, positioning the journal so the other three can read the page he was on, showing the First Nation’s style drawing on the paper.

“Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west.”, Dean denied, shaking his head in disbelief, “We would’ve seen one by now, wouldn’t we?”, Dakoda questioned from beside Dean, frowning lightly as she looked at Sam but Damien seemed to agree with Sam as he thought it over.

“Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice”, Sam told both Dakoda and Dean, meeting their gaze evenly which caused them both to think back on all the evidence. Dean pulled his gun from his waistband and held it up, lightly jiggling it, “Well then, this is useless.”, he told his little brother, dropping his hand back down with his gun gripping in his palm. Dakoda sighed slightly in frustration at the situation, not liking the way this hunt was going.

“We got to get these people to safety.”, Sam told them, the other three agreeing with him before they four of them made their way back to the campsite.

“All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.”, Sam addressed the other group once they got back to the ruined campsite, “What?”, Haley questioned as she looked at Sam, her gaze flciking to Dakoda and Dean questioningly before looking back to Sam.

“Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it.”, Roy told Sam, dismissing Sam’s concern as he continued examining one of the ruined tents. Dakoda clenched her jaw, her nostrils flaring as her short temper begins to build. She moves around Sam and looks at Roy.

“He isn’t worried about himself, tough guy. If you manage to hit this thing with one pf your bullets, you’ll only piss it off. We need to leave. Now.”, Dakoda told Roy firmly, glaring slightly as he straightened up to glare back at her.

“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders.”, Roy snapped back at Dakoda, holding a firm glare on his face as if insulted to be talked to by a woman like this, “Relax.”, Dean snapped, flicking his gaze to Roy slightly then back to Dakoda.

“We shouldn’t have even let you come out here in the first place, all right? I’m trying to keep you safe.”, Dakoda ground out, staring Roy down, the brown of her eyes darkening slightly with anger. Her words seemed to piss Roy off further and he steps right into her space, seemingly trying to intimidate her with height but failing.

“You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.”, Roy snapped at her, in her face and personal space. Dakoda could feel herself getting more irritated and pissed off the more Roy got in her face, controlling her temper was never her strong suit.

“Yeah? It’s a perfect goddamn hunter. It’s smarter and better than you, its gonna hunt you down and eat you while you’re still squirmin’ unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.”, Dakoda retorted, trying to keep herself from hitting Roy. She could feel Damien coming up behind her and Dean getting closer to the interaction while Sam stood a few feet behind Dakoda.

Dakoda felt her temper flare up even more as Roy laughed mockingly in her face, “You know you’re crazy, right?”, he asked condescendingly, Dakoda clenched her hands into fists at her sides as she glared at him, “Yeah? You ever hunt a wendi-”, she’s cut off when Dean grabs ahold of her and pushes her away from Roy, putting himself between her and Roy to create distance between the two., Haley calling out to Roy behind Dean.

“Easy, hothead, chill out.”, Dean tells Dakoda as he moves her a few more inches away, keeping a firm hand on her shoulder to make sure she wouldn’t lunge since he had seen the way she had balled up her hands during the exchange.

“Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.”, Haley told the group, firm in her decision to not leave without her other brother. Dakoda gave a soft aggravated sigh, looking from Dean to Haley then to Damien and Sam who were stood close by.

“It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”, Dean told the group, looking reluctant but they don’t have a choice but stay in the campsite to wait till morning.

Later on, night had fallen on the forest and they had built a campfire to keep warm and to cast some light on the surrounding area. Dakoda and Dean were drawing into the dirt on the edge of the campsite with sticks gripped tightly in their hands.

“One more time, that’s–”, Haley began to question the two elder hunters, “Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them.”, he explained, Roy laughs behind Dean with his gun propped onto his shoulder. Dakoda rolled her eyes and clenched her jaw tightly to keep herself from saying anything to the man despite wanting to tell him to shut his mouth.

“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy.”, Dean spoke without looking at the man, finishing the anasazi symbol before lifting his head up to look at where Sam and Damien were sitting at ths edge of the campsite. Dakoda finished her own symbol and looked up to see Damien leaving Dean and Sam, heading straight to her. She suppressed a light groan and she moved to the edge of the campsite, opposite of Dean and Sam, knowing her little brother was gonna come lecture her for losing her temper on Roy.

“Don’t start, Damien.”, Dakoda grumbled lightly, kicking a rock with her right foot, not looking up at Damien. Damien gave a sigh of slight frustration, “What was that, Koda? I know Roy i an idiot but come on…”, he started, ignoring Dakoda’s protest but he kept his voice down.

“He’s a fucking idiot and I was trying to get him to leave, he’s the one who got in my face, remember?”, Dakoda hissed softly, looking to the side at her brother with an annoyed look, “Now you gonna tell me what’s wrong with you?”, Dakoda asked, easily flipping the conversation onto him instead of her.

Damien rolled his eyes at her obvious deflection but he knew he wouldn’t get anything else from her and he didn’t feel like arguing with her. He shoved his hands into his pockets and opened his mouth, “Koda, I’m fi–”, he is cut off by Dakoda who clicks her tongue slightly, “No, you’re not fine. You’ve been quiet all day and nearly completely silent yesterday, so what’s going on?”, she asked, shifting her body so she was facing her little brother completely.

“It’s just….Dad and John aren’t here. We don’t know where they’re at and now we’re stuck in the woods with some freaky ass monster after us.”, Damien told her, lifting his gaze to meet hers, “They aren’t here, they would’ve left us a message or soemthing, right?”, he questioned.

“Right. Damien, to tell you the truth, I don’t think either one have even been to Lost Creek.”, Dakoda tells him, tilting her head slightly, “Then let’s get these people to safety and get back on the road. Why are we even still here?”, Damien asked, kicking a twig with his foot in mild frustration. Dakoda swallowed and she cleared her throat, “Look at them”, she murmured, pointing subtly at Haley and Ben, “Them. They’re why we’re still here. This is the job, kid, our job. Saving people, hunting things, it’s what we do and have always done. We finish this job, save that Tommy kid and get them home.”, she tells him, “I think Dad needs us to pick up where he and John left off, getting our there and ganking these evil sons’a bitches.”, she finished, staring at him.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”, Damien told her, running a hand through his hair, “Why don’t they just call us? WHy don’t they just tell us where they are or what they want?”, he questioned in frustration.

“I dunno, kid, but they gave us a job and I intend to finish it.”, Dakoda told him, giving him a look. SH eglanced over briefly to check on the two Winchesters who are still having their own discussion.

“No, Koda, we gotta find Dad and John. We need to find the thing that killed Jessica, it’s the only think I think about.”, Damien told Dakoda in a hushed voice, biting his lip and fidgeting with his hands anxiously.

“Okay, look, Damien, we will find them. I promise.”, Dakoda started, breathing out slightly, “But you’ve gotta prepare yourself. Who knows how long this search will take. All that anger, all that guilt you’re holding? You can’t let it keep burning the it is, it’s gonna kill you in the long haul. You need to have patience.”, Dakoda finished, giving him a meaningful look.

“How are you doing this? How is dad or John doing this?”, Damien asked, swallowing hard and lifting his gaze back from his hands to meet his sister’s.

“Them.”, Dakoda referred back to Haley and Ben, “We keep going for them. If we can help one family, make their lives a little easier, maybe it could make our fucked up lives that much easier to deal with.”, she shrugged, leaning her shoulder against the tree beside her, “ANother thing that helps is killing as many of these eveil sons’a bitches as possible.”, she gives a grin which Damien returns lightly. A twig abruptly snaps before the screaming started again which Dakoda assumed to be the Wendigo now. She pulls her gun from her waistband, cocking the slide and knocking the hammer back even though she knew it was useless. She moves further into the campsite with Damien and locked eyes with Dean briefly, the two nodding to one another.

“He’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put.”, Dean told the group, keeping his gaze on the trees that surrounded them, “Inside the magic circle?”, Roy asked mockingly, keeping his gun up. Dakoda glared at him and was tempted to speak but felt Damien smack her arm lightly, she shifted her gaze back to the trees as the rustling in them continued. There’s a loud growling in one section and Roy aims his rifle at the trees, in the direction of the sound.

“Okay, that’s no grizzly.”, Roy thinks aloud, keeping his gun trained on the rustling, “Ya think?”, Dakoda asked sarcastically, unable to keep her mouth shut. She hears Haley reassuring her brother, trying to keep him calm. There’s rustling behind Haley and Ben as something rushes behind them quickly, Sam confirms what they already know, “It’s here.”, he tells the group. Roy takes aim once more and fires his rifle, then he fires twice in a different spot where the Wendigo went.

“I hit it!”, Roy shouts when there is a yowling sound coming from where he had fired, he takes off into the trees despite Dakoda and Dean’s protests and shouts for him to stop.

“Stay here,”,”Don’t move.”, Dakoda and Dean tell Haley and Ben at the same time, both rushing off after Roy with their guns gripped tight in their hands. Sam and Damien stayed behind with Haley and Ben to keep them safe.

“It’s over here! It’s in the tree!”, Dakoda heard Roy shout, both her and Dean rushing in the direction they heard his voice come from, “Roy!”, Dean calls out as they stop where they last heard his voice, Dakoda shining a flashlight around.

Dakoda curses under her breath before she nudges Dean’s shoulder with her own, “Let’s head back, he’s gone.”, she murmured low enough for him to hear. She sees him nod before they quickly make their way back to the campsite.

Dakoda and Dean stood at one end of the campsite, looking around and examining the trees while Sam was sitting against a tree stump with John’s journal in his hands, his fingers fiddling with the rosary/keychain that dangled from the top of it. Damien was fidgeting with a stick near Sam, crouched down as he messed with the dirt.

“I don’t–I mean, these types of things, they aren’t supposed to be real.”, Haley spoke in disbelief, seemingly bewildered by the situation they’re all in.

“I wish I could tell you different.”, Dean spoke up, turning away from the tree he was examining with claw marks in the bark.

“How do we know it’s not out there, watching us?”, Haley inquired, looking from Dean to Dakoda briefly, her hands on his thighs where she was knelt on the ground. Dean went over to her and crouched beside her, picking up a stick.

“We don’t.”, Dean tells Haley, “But we’re safe for now.”, he reassured her lightly. Dakoda walked over and stood just behind him, keeping a watchful on the the trees before glancing over at Damien who was standing back up to his full height.

“How do you know about this stuff?”, Haley asked Dean softly, looking at him curiously. Dean pauses as he considers his thoughts and how he’d answer the question.

“Kind of runs in the family.”, Dean responds, relatively vague in his answer, “Hey.”, Sam speaks up as he stands from where he was sitting, making his way over to where Haley, Dean, Ben, and Dakoda were. Dean stands up and shifts closer to Dakoda subconsciously, the two standing side by side as Sam approaches the group.

“So, we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, want to kill this evil son of a bitch.”, Sam tells them, looking around at the group slightly, “Well, hell, you know we’re in.”, Dean tells Sam, gesturing to both himself and Dakoda, Damine coming up beside his sister and nodding in agreement. Sam opens John’s journal and holds it in a way that Haley and Ben can see what’s written on the page.

“'Wendigo' is a Cree Native word. It means 'evil that devours'.”, Sam explained to Haley and Ben, “They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Native, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.”, Dean picked up, moving in between the group with a glass bottle in his hands. Dakoda paced a few feet away from them, listening to Dean and Sam explain to Haley and Ben what they were hunting.

“How's a man turn into one of those things?”, Haley asked curiously, Dean picking stuff up from the ground behind her as he answered, “Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp.”, Dean told her as he stood back up, the items in his hands. Dakoda wandered over and stood in front of him to see what he was doing.

“Like the Donner party.”, Ben supplied, looking at Sam, “Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality.”, Damien spoke up, stepping up beside Sam and continuing the slight lesson.

“If you eat enough of it and for long enough, you start to become less human. More monster. Hungrier than before, almost starving.”, Dakoda told them, looking away from Dean to shifting her gaze to Haley and Ben.

“So if that’s true, how can Tommy still be alive?”, Haley asked, almost afraid of what the answer might be, Dakoda grimaced slightly as she mulled over the answer since she knew Haley wouldn’t like what they had to say.

“You’re not gonna like it.”, Dean told her, glancing at Sam who he was now standing beside after he had walked over, “Tell me.”, Haley told them, determined to get an answer.

“More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants.”, Dean explained, “If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there.”, he finished, looking between Haley and Ben.

“And then how do we stop it?”, Haley asked, looking between the Winchesters in front of her, “Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically—”, Dean starts as he moved away from them to stand beside Dakoda, lifting his hands to show what he’s holding which is a can of lighter fluid, the beer bottle, and white cloth he had picked up earlier, “We gotta torch the sucker.”

Later, the group were tracking the claw marks that lined different tree trunks, Dean leading the way with Dakoda just a step behind him, Sam and Damine taking up the rear of the group. When the group came to a brief stop, Sam called over Dakoda and Dean over to where he and Damien were standing beside a tree.

“What it it?”, Dean asked, looking at Sam and Damien before the four of them moved around to look at the trees where claw marks seemed to line almost every tree closets to them, “You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow.”, Sam told them, gesturing to the set of claw marks on the tree just above their heads. There’s growling which has them all whipping around to track the movement of the rustling trees, Haley and Ben had moved closer, Haley standing beneath the tree the four hunters had just been under a few moments before.

Dakoda looks over as blood drips onto Haley’s shirt, the two women slowly looking up only to see Roy’s body, Dakoda reached out and tugged Haley away just as the body dropped where she had just been standing. Haley had released a scream at the sight of Roy’s lifeless body, ducking her head into Dakoda’s shoulder briefly before she was moved behind the woman. Dean moved forward to check Roy, pressing two fingers into his neck and feeling the break, “His neck’s broke.”, he tells the others as more growls echo in the trees.

“Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!”, Dean urges quickly, the group taking off quickly with Dean and Dakoda sticking with Haley and leading the way. Sam and Damien both stop to help Ben who had tripped over a tree root. Dakoda, Dean, and Haley abruptly stop when the Wendigo lands in front of them, Haley screaming as Dakoda and Dean glare at the monster.

Dakoda feels someone shaking her shoulders and she groans softly, peeling her eyes open and seeing Damien’s face looking at her with concern, “Hey, you okay?”, he asked, she stifles a groan and gives a nod, “Yeah.”, she murmured. She can hear Sam checking on Dean and Ben going to Haley, Damien reaches above Dakoda’s head and cuts the rope that’s suspending her above the ground. Dakoda winced and grunts as she’s cut down, moving to the wall beside Dean, she slides down the rough surface and scrunches her face slight as pain flared through her ribs.

“You okay, pretty boy?”, Dakoda whispered slightly, checking on Dean, “I’m fine, pretty girl. Ar you alright?”, Dean asked in return, glancing at her worriedly. She nodded and gave him a thumbs up, “I’m awesome.”, she gave a weak, sarcastic grin.

“You sure you two are alright?”, Sam asked, crouching slightly in front of the two with Damien hovering nearby, “Yeah, yep. Where is he?”, Dean asked, looking around slightly, “He’s gone, for now.”, Sam told them. Damien hears Haley gasp and he turns to see they had found Tommy who suddenly jerked awake, he darts over when Haley tells him to cut Tommy down.

Dakoda spots a pile of bags out of the corner of her eyes, she hauls herself up with a soft grunt, making her way over and kneeling down on one knee to inspect the bags. She feels Dean come up beside her, they both reach in and pull out flare guns, “Hey, check it out.”, Dean calls out to Sam and Damien.

“Flare guns, those’ll work.”, Sam told them a look of astonishment on his face, Dakoda grinned slightly with Dean.

The group moved through the mines, Dakoda and Dean leading the group with a flare gun in their hands. Dakoda had one hand pressed to her side, knowing she likely had either fractured or badly bruised ribs. There’s growling echoing through the tunnels, Dakoda and Dean sharing a look.

“Looks like someone’s home for supper.”, Dean remarked to the group, the group stopping briefly, “We’ll never outrun it.”, Haley told them keeping an arm around Tommy, who she’s helping support with Ben.

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?’, Dean asked as he looked back at the group, “Wish I wasn’t.”, Dakoda murmured, casting a snarky glance at Dean, “Yeah, I think so.”, Sam responded, looking back at hi solder brother. Damien rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath, “Don’t do anything stupid, Koda.”, he knew Dakoda would likely follow Dean in doing whatever they were thinking of doing.

“All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and Damien. They’re gonna get you out of here.”, “Dean told Haley and Ben, Dakoda looked to her brother and grinned slightly. She slowly backed up when she heard Haley ask them what they were gonna do but they simply winked before beginning to yell out for the Wendigo.

“Come on out, you ugly motherfucker!”, Dakoda shouted loudly, holding her flare gun steadily as she moved alongside Dean, “Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.”, Dean shouted, swinging his arm at the others to tell them to go. Dakoda and Dean moved through the mine, calling out for the Wendigo loudly to keep it away from Sam and Damien’s group.

“Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I'm right here!”, Dean shouted as he moved just ahead of Dakoda, his flare gun gripped tight in his hand and prepared with his finger on the trigger.

Several moments later, Dakoda and Dean move into the main tunnel where they could hear Sam and Damien just over the growls of the Wendigo. They both move as quickly as they can and spot them, “Hey!”, Dakoda and Dean both shout at the samr time to catch the attention of the Wendigo that was approaching Sam and Damien.

Dakoda and Dean both take aim and fire their flare guns, watching as the flares slammed directly into the monster’s chest and stomach, listening as it screeched and went up in flames.

“Not bad, huh?”, Dean asked Sam with a tired look, tilting his head slightly. Dakoda’s shoulders sagged slightly and breathed out, rubbing at her ribs just under her jacket.

Red and blue lights flashed, Dakoda was sitting just inside one of the two ambulances that had arrived. Her ribs were already wrapped, the paramedic confirmed they were just badly bruised and should be fine within two weeks. She had her head lolled to the side slightly as her neck was bandaged, a shallow claw wound on the junction between her shoulder and neck she hadn’t even realized she had.

Dakoda’s eyes caught sight of Haley standing in front of Dean, who was leaning against the hood of the Impala. She rolled her eyes fondly when she spotted the flirty smirk appear on his lips, knowing he wouldn’t be able to help himself. She looked to the side to see Damien walking up and she looked at the paramedic who gave her the go ahead since they had finished. She stood up and met her brother halfway, “I’m fine, Damien, just bruised. Nothing I can’t handle.”, she reassured him before they both went over to Dean and Sam who were now alone.

“You boys ready to hit the road?”, Dakoda asked, she received nods and she gave them a slight grin before she went to her mustang, “Let me drive, Koda.”, Damien told her, holding his hand out as they approached the mustang.

“Hell no, no one drives Honey but me.”, Dakoda denies, giving him a look which he rolls his eyes at but obliges. They both climb into the classic vehicle, Dakoda starting the engine and shutting her door in sync with Damien.

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SUPERNATURAL REC FEST (@spnficrecfest) Day 5 - Rarepairs

Mostly Dean-pairing-centric fics, featuring: Female!Dean, Benny, OMC, OFC, Lisa/Jessica, and uhhh Captain America x2? Enjoy!

never so adored you by 8sword (dean x steve rogers) rated T — word count: 12,758

"I'm hungry," Steve says honestly. "Looks like you are, too."

Take Off Your Coat, Cap, and Stay Awhile by 8sword (dean x steve rogers) rated M — word count: 2,688

In the kitchen, Steve washes his hands at the sink and grabs a peeler to start helping Dean with vegetables. Dean protests, "Dude, no" and hip-checks him away from the counter. "You're a guest."

Notes: i first came across this pairing while searching for stanford era dean fics and i realized that... i was really into this concept. i think i've read every single fic for this pairing lol but these two are my favs <3

The Heart Has No Bones by foundwanders (dean x omc + dean x ofc) rated E — word count: 13,763

With Sam at Stanford and John on a case of his own, Dean goes on the hunt for a creature that leaves loved ones without the memories of its victims. He doesn't manage to find the monster but in the meantime he does manage to meet an attractive young woman. Dean spends the night with her, but the next day he discovers that it's her brother he is is most attracted to. However, hunters don't stay in one place for long, and with no case to keep him in town, Dean can only imagine what could have happened between them. Almost a decade later, in another town in another state, Sam and Dean find themselves on a case that seems familiar to Dean. When he sees a familiar face, he thinks it can't be a coincidence.

Notes: really enjoyed the original male character to my detriment bc now no one else writes about him </3. i just love the idea of someday down the line, dean and sam running into trouble with the law and crossing paths again with will helping them out!

(Every Heart is a Package) Tangled Up in Knots Someone Else Tied by cherie_morte (Lisa x Jessica) rated G — word count: 2,664

Heaven, it turns out, is nothing but an eternity of waiting. But at least the company is good.

Rocking away the waves by worldturtling (dean x benny) rated E — word count: 4,898

Elizabeth asks Dean to find Benny.

You Are Dean Winchester in 2014 by crowleyshouseplant (dean x female!dean)

You're in a car with a beautiful you and it's the end of the world.

Notes: spn poetry based off of You are Jeff by Richard Siken <3

#spnficrecfest #spn #when i said they were insane i didn't mean like in a good way i meant in a captain america x dean winchester way #although i do also have other actually insane fic recs that i might post later. maybe <3

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 2 years ago

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All fics are 18+ ONLY unless otherwise noted

SERIES

*at least three parts or chapters

28 Days - AU Dean Winchester x several AU SPN characters

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days, or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma Winchester, Jack Kline, Victor Henriksen, Jo Harvelle, Gordon Walker, Bille, Crowley, Rowena, Missouri, Meg, Pamela, Gabriel, Lydia, Casey, Jamie, Carmen, Tessa

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, emergency action, fire, drug use, thoughts of death and dying, teen endangerment, references to underage drug addiction and prostitution, partially told through flashbacks

Words: 33K

Author’s notes: Inspired by the film 28 Days and following canon themes from SPN, this is a fic about Dean, a firefighter who goes to rehab, not about Dean as a firefighter.

And Then There Were Three - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship until one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.

Warnings/tags: 18+ONLY, rough sex, squirting, anal sex, butt plug, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, double penetration, polyamory, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 13,500

Black Tie Optional: sequel to Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit

Words: 17K

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: 3,073 WORK IN PROGRESS

God Only Knows - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: One weekend, years ago, lives rent-free in both of their minds. Three-part mini-series.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, pining, clothed sex, couch sex, hungover sex, fluff, roomies to lovers, idiots in love

Words: 5,500

If We Make It Through December - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones

Warnings/tags: there was no rebar, 18+ ONLY, fluff, light angst, domesticity, holiday celebrations

Words: 12K

The Kinda Girl You Like - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: After Sam reveals to Sofie his sub that he likes to watch, she decides that they should act on it. Then he tells her what exactly it is that he likes to watch…

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sub-sharing, bondage, rimming, the jockey is my favorite sex position, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 6,500

Leaving Heaven - Dean Winchester x Taziana Smith (OFC)

Summary: Tazi is a bounty hunter of mostly human things. She isn’t firmly seated in the supernatural world, but she’s familiar enough that she’s recruited by an old friend of John Winchester’s to capture and deliver a brief acquaintance of her own.

Characters: MOC/Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Lee Webb, original characters

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, brief dub-con, mentions of the foster system, references to past rape, commiserating over childhood trauma, threats of sexual violence

Words: 16,500 WORK IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8k (permanent hiatus)

Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: Vanessa hates weddings until she meets a handsome stranger who agrees to help her mix things up for the night.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, fingery things, squirting, and Dean has no refractory period bc this is fic

Words: 9,600

Pretty Reckless - MOC Dean Winchester x pre-slayer Faith Lehane

Summary: AU where s10 Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When their connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Cain

Warnings/tags: 19+, rough sex, prostate massage, magical bond

Words: 15K

Run Me Like A River - AU Dean Winchester x AU Jessica Jones

Summary: AU wherein Jessica Jones is super-powered by gov’t experiments to create elite soldiers, the Winchesters are military officers in humanity’s War Against Evil, and they have all gone AWOL from their assigned roles. Dean and Jess embark on a relationship that ends abruptly and explosively until Dean calls her for help on a very personal case.

Characters: Jessica Jones, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Malcolm is Jess’s cat

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, major character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bondage, rough sex, anal sex, ptsd

Words: 14K

Seasons - Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Summary: She is his safe haven, untouched by anything else or anyone.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, canon divergent - no Cassie or Lisa, non-linear storytelling, four seasons, angst, hurt/comfort, references non-con unprotected sex, loss of a pregnancy

Words: 12K

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, polyamory, pregnancy kink

Words: 4,500 (permanent hiatus)

Unopened At Your Feet - AU Sam Winchester x female narrator, AU Dean Winchester x female narrator

Summary: This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

Characters: Female Narrator, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen, Meg Masters, Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, weed-smoking, canon-compliant date-rape/roofie (Becky), love triangle

Words: 12,470 WORK IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Word Count: 7,800

ONE-SHOTS

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

Caveat Emptor - Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: Gabriela Cruz invests in a Victorian mansion in the middle of America where the rule of Buyer Beware is absolute. When her twin sister goes missing, a couple of federal agents show up. Lucky for Gabi, Dean and Sam Winchester are on the case.

Characters: Gabriela Cruz, Camila Cruz, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spangler

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, language, mentions death of family members, cursed object, mentions of blood + gore, sarcasm, twin dynamics, explicit sex

Words: 4,600

Crazy On You – Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You’ve had a shitty day, but this beautiful, unfamiliar boy will make it all better.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Impala Sex, there’s a knife but not in a bloody way

Words: 4K

Crossroads and Bound - Dean Winchester x female demon reader

Summary: He agreed to this.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, femdom, Dean’s tied to a chair, wearing a cock ring, face sitting, things might get a little rough, but it’s all in good fun, squirting

Words: 2,250

The Curve Of Your Pretty Gown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Request: Hey hon! Ok, so it’s my birthday today, so maybe a story about Dean surprising me/ the reader by turning up unannounced to wish me/the reader a ‘happy birthday’ and there’s lots of smut ❤️

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, a little angst

Words: 2,200

Deep - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean shows you more about pleasure than ‘deep’.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dean being perfect, sensual massage, Dean being the best lay ever, biting, Dean being a fairytale prince, the jockey is my favorite sexual position, try it, it’s amazing, talking during sex, gratuitous use of terms of endearment bc it’s Dean

Words: 3K

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Ennui - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x unnamed female character

Anonymous Prompt: “I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Equilibrium - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: They have balance.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, cock warming

Words: 1,400

Get Down, Make Love - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Steph decides to cut loose and push the envelope with her favorite fellow hunters.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hot tubbing, drunk sex (consensual), dirty talk, mfm spitroast, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 3,200

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

Hide Your Love Away – Dean Winchester x female hunter reader

Summary: Mutual hunters seek comfort for a night and a lifetime of memories.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, ass play

Words: 3,600

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

One Night Only (23 in 1) - Dean Winchester x Mila (original female character)

Summary: While on a job in the middle of America, Dean enjoys a rigorous night of mutual gratification with a local art student.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, ass play, shower sex, dirty talk

Words: 5,500

River - Dean Winchester x Ty (Original male character), Dean x Benny implied

Summary: It’s Dean’s first winter after sending Benny back to Purgatory.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, implied underage prostitution, semi-public sex

Words: 1,600

Rules Are Rules - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean hasn’t been himself lately. The Mark has seen to that.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hand around the throat, rough sex, squirting

Words: 2,400

Shattered Like A Stone - Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, anal sex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Some Stranger’s Hand - 2009 Dean Winchester x 2014 Risa (The End)

Summary: He lost everything.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, plush pink pillow lips for my Eloise

Words: 1,700

Spark, Flicker, Blaze - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Somewhere along the line, her life became something she didn’t like. On her 35th birthday, she makes a decision to change all of that.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, overly descriptive orgasms, Dean’s the best birthday present ever

Words: 2,200

Stuff & Thangs That Are Awesome… And Not Awesome - Dean Winchester x female character (1st person POV)

*TWD Crossover

Prompt(s): 1) Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure – once was in a grocery store. 2) Jensen or Dean x Reader, a small public place, he pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Rick Grimes eye-fucking, Shane Walsh having a pissing contest with a young, cocky Dean Winchester

Words: 1,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Triptych - Dean Winchester x bisexual female couple

Summary: Dean’s on a case and meets two beautiful women. One of them is recently divorced, and the new couple invites Dean to help them kick off their new life together.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex toy, Dean’s real good at sex

Words: 4,700

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

When We Fall Then We’ll Know Each Other - Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte (voyeur Castiel)

Prompt: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, voyeurism

Words: 1,400

QUICK AND DIRTY

*1K words or less

Barbed Wire Carnival - Choose your own Winchester

Summary: Absence of feeling.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, dark descriptions

Words: 300

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Bring It On Home - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Let’s pretend Dean wouldn’t be terrified to welcome love into his life.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, comfort, fluff, handsy Dean

Words: 1K

Communion - Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, marijuana use

Words: 1K

Crash Through The Surface - Dean Winchester x Jasen (original male character)

Summary: Dean remembers his First.

Warnings/tags: mature, bi-sexual Dean, references to prostitution

Words: 800

Custard Pie - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Dean/OFC based on Led Zeppelin’s ‘Custard Pie.’

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY oral sex

Words: 800

Drag You To The Shore - Dean Winchester x GN reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings/tags: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

The Gazelle - AU Dean Winchester x AU Benny Lafitte x female reader

Summary: They aim to please.

Warnings/tags: mature, power exchange, Denny apparent

Words: 1K

The Good Slayer - Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane

Prompt: Dean and our girl Faith. (This is a sequel of sorts for Pretty Reckless.)

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, talking during sex

Words: 800

Hollow - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, rough sex, angst

Words: 1K

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1K

Just One More Peaceful Day - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: angsty Dean with the line “I can still remember just the way you taste” from the song “It’s been a while” by Staind

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, blood play, knife play, mentions of addiction

Words: 700

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, a dirty public bathroom during Mardi Gras

Words: 600

Lifting the Veil - Choose Your Own Winchester

Summary: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance - until now.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, infidelity, squirting

Words: 1K

Mind Blown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Mind-blowing orgasms can sometimes be literal.

Warnings/tags: mature, transient global amnesia after sex, dirty talk

Words: 560

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLT, Dean can actually sing, and he does it during sex

Words: 660

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 1K

Recompense - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean is sorry for hurting the ones he loves.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, Dean saying hurtful things then trying to make up for it

Words: 500

Scream - Dean Winchester x past-female reader

Summary: Dean tells us the real reason he loves “All Saint’s Day” as much as he does.

Warnings/tags: mature, references to coming untouched, getting turned on by scary movies

Words: 320

Soft Cell - Dean Winchester + teenage female

Prompt: Dean + reader dancing in the bunker

Warnings/tags: one F-bomb bc Dean

Words: 720

Through The White Night - AU Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: 18th Century matrimony isn’t as simple as it is today.

Warnings/tags: mentions of wall sex and finger-y things

Words: 560

Wish - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You want it to be love – but it isn’t. You want him – but you can’t have him.

Warnings/tags: mature, sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho

Words: 765

With Pleasured Hands - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got secrets she has yet to uncover

Warnings/tags: mature

Words: 500

#dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x original characters #dean winchester x jessica jones #dean winchester x faith lehane #dean winchester x spn characters

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julesthequirky · 2 years ago

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Brat Masterlist

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: John’s not your dad and nor does he want to be, which is fine by you. But what he does believe in is disciplining the unruly. As your mother’s ex and technically your closest father figure, John takes it upon himself to fix your behavior and attitude, but you’re not having any of it and decide to fight his efforts every step of the way.

Characters/Pairings: Step Brother!Sam x Step Sister!Reader, Step Brother!Dean x Step Sister!Reader, Step Dad!John Winchester x Step Daughter!Reader, Claire x Reader, Mr. Novak x Reader, Jack, OFC Joanie.

General overall Warnings: Stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, stepbrother/stepsister relationship, oral (male and female receiving), degradation, threesomes, consensual amateur pornography, centerfold image, size kink, bratty reader, underage drinking, drug use.

Chapters will have more specific warnings regarding content.

Original Concept Idea

Chapter One

#Brat Masterlist #julesthequirky's fics #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #dean winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fanfiction #john winchester fanfiction #julesthequirky stuff #spn fanfic

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gothhippiecrafts · 15 days ago

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✨🧡Roleplay/Writing Partner🖤✨

Hello guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

I'm currently on here looking for someone to roleplay/write with casually. Before I carry on for to long let's get a firm boundary addressed, I only wish to write with people 21+ years old. If you are not 21+ please do not message me. Thank you.

When it comes to genre and plot I tend to lean towards slow burn romances. I mostly prefer modern/ medieval fantasy settings. Magic really is fun to work with. Think DND vibes when it comes to original settings. I also have a few fandoms I am craving. But if I'm being honest I know their not everyone's cup of tea and will not take offense if you are not interested in them. I also enjoy original content hashed out between me and my partner. I also adore OOC conversation, so many friendships have come from roleplaying. I adore this. Another point is I am on eastern time and work morning shifts.

What sort of characters do I play? I prefer my main role to be female, who I ship with a male role. But I'm completely fine doubling and the second set of mains can be my partner's preference, non-binary/trans/ intersex characters are welcome. OCs are welcome in fandom writing too and I'm willing to play canons for you to ship them with (in only the listed fandoms below)

✨OC x Canon characters ✨

🧡Game of Thrones: I have a OC I ship with Sandor Clegane (The Hound), her name is Dawn Baratheon, she is the sister to Robert Baratheon. She unfortunately has issues with her arranged husbands passing away in odd ways and ends up in the Red Keep more often than not.

🖤Naruto: Music Hatake (Muse), I ship her with Master Jiraiya. She is the cousin of Kakashi Hatake. Her ninjutsu is a plant based, she controls chakra through her feet and can use this technique to make seeds grow and use the plants during battle.

🧡Supernatural: Clementine Jones, I would ship her with John Winchester or Castiel. She is a woman who has become a solo hunter. Using a cross road demon to make a deal to get knowledge from. Fortunately for her she made a solid deal that has yet been cashed in. This naturally makes the demon she made the deal with angry.

🖤 Hellboy: Abyzou, I ship her with Hellboy, she is a lava demon with the same lore of the actual demon I named her after. Her curse involves infertility and child mortality.

🧡Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Kay Shultz, a once slayer turned into a vampire who was given a soul by her watcher. I ship her with Spike (William)

🖤Marvel: I would like to pair a OC with Bucky, but currently she is a work in progress. I think it would be interesting to pair him with a alien who helps advance the technology in his mechanical arm.

✨Canon character ships✨

Fandom: Me: you

🖤Star Wars: Rey: Kylo Ren

🧡Dinner in America: Patty: Simon

🖤Game of Thrones: Sansa: The Hound

🧡BTVS: Buffy : Spike

🖤GOTG: Gamora: Drax

🧡 Helluva Boss: Stolas: Blitzo

🖤Helluva Boss: Fizzarolli: Asmodeus

🧡Marvel: Natasha : Bruce

✨If you have any questions let me know in the comments or just pm me.✨

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pascaloverx · 10 months ago

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Sweet Love

Summary: You're an up-and-coming writer, congratulations. To protect your beloved job, you're willing to do anything. Even strike a deal with the devil, better known as your sister's neighbor. You and Dean Winchester don't really see eye to eye, but in a moment of desperation, you agree to collaborate with him for a greater good.

Author's Notes: Many characters do not belong to me but to the Supernatural Universe (2005-2020). I hope you enjoy the fanfic's story. The fanfic will contain strong language and future adult content.

AO3 link chapter one

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She didn't know what to say. Her publisher was about to choose another book instead of hers to launch. This was supposed to be her moment. After being the author of a bestseller, she was working hard to build her next sales success. But her fans and the publisher itself suggested that she spice up her narrative. The problem was that sex was something she hadn't done in a while. Sharing the apartment with her sister, she rarely thought about bringing someone to share the bed. So, in a desperate act, she sought him out. Perhaps her salvation. The failed neighbor who had a lot of success in romantic encounters; if they can be called that. The truth is that her next-door neighbor is the embodiment of everything that succeeds in a romance novel.

As for him, he prefers never to mix sentimentality with carnal pleasures. His last relationship still affects him a lot, so since then, he has only engaged in sexual encounters. He usually even tries to talk to the grumpy neighbor who lives across from his apartment. But she seems to disdain him, which ironically makes him even more interested.The problem is that he's feeling demotivated. Perhaps even lonely. His mother is about to give him an ultimatum to become more responsible, or she will stop supporting him. So he sees an opportunity in the neighbor's proposal. If his mother finds out that he's going to help a well-known (though almost declining) writer, maybe she'll leave him alone for a while.

But together, the two of them will try to get through this. Of course, if they can manage to go more than a few minutes without arguing.You are her, and he is none other than Dean Winchester. Follow along to discover how this story ends.

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laurel-finch · 11 months ago

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'I Don't Bite' S1.Ch10: Winds of Change

Summary: Returning to the Winchesters does not meet expectations... Referenced Episodes: S1 E16 "Shadow" CW: Alcohol. Arguing. Normal Supernatural things. Another ridiculously long chapter, my b. Word Count: 8209 Recommended Song: Winds of Change -- Scorpions Previous Chapter -- Masterlist -- Next Chapter

I gnawed on my lower lip as I jammed another number into my phone, praying that this time one of the brother’s would pick up. I had a handful of Dean’s phone numbers and only two of Sam’s, but I knew they had more that they hadn’t felt the need to share with me. It all came down to which phone they were actively using for the case they were on. There was no consistency with them.

I glared down at the number I knew to be linked to Dean’s ATF persona. There was a chance he would answer, but it was slim. I really needed a better way to get ahold of the brothers. I sighed and hoped I would have better luck with Sam as I dialed one of his numbers next.

After six long rings, the call dropped. No answer. I pinched the bridge of my nose and kicked at a pebble in the middle of the deserted motel parking lot. Apparently, I'd need to call all of their numbers.

Three numbers in I finally heard a receiving click on the other end and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello?" came Sam's gruff voice on the other end. I was surprised to hear his voice instead of his older brother's.

"Sam? Hey, it’s me," I heard a lot of shuffling from the other end, like he had bolted upright from shock. “Where, um… where are you guys?”

Sam was silent for a beat before speaking again. "Is everything alright?" I flinched at the wariness in his tone.

"I'm fine, Sam. Better than fine actually," I answered quietly. I placed my other hand over the speaker of the phone and turned my back to the motel parking lot conspiratorially. My voice dropped to a soft tone. "Look, I… I know it’s been a while and you probably don’t want to see me, but-"

"I do," he interjected quickly and I clamped my mouth shut. "Believe me, I do- we do. But what about your pack? And, well… I mean, Dean’s pretty pissed. He’s been pissed. He’s been throwing himself into this hunt for dad."

I frowned at the worn pavement beneath my feet. I figured he would be mad at me, but facing the reality of the situation hurt regardless. Maybe I could just… ignore it all. Go back to my pack, forget it ever happened. Like I never met them. Would that be easier?

No. No, that would hurt more. I mentally cursed myself for getting so attached. "Did you tell him why?”

"Yeah, yeah I tried to explain it to him. But… well, look at it from his perspective. Dean’s spent his whole life killing, and the one time he decides not to…" he sounded distraught and I heard more shuffling from the other end.

He didn’t need to finish his thought for me to know what he meant. Dean had done me a favor by not killing me when we first met. At the time it hadn’t felt like much of a favor – maybe death would have been safer. But now, with how much our lives had changed… it was understandable that he was frustrated. The one different choice he made led to a human being killed and me running off without a word.

I fell silent, pondering what to say next. How was I supposed to explain to them why I left? I think Sam understood better than he was letting on. It wasn’t too dissimilar to why he left for college, although his reasoning wasn’t nearly as bloody. But Dean… it made sense that he would be hurt…

"I want to see you, Sam – both of you. I want to apologize to Dean, but I can't do that unless I see him."

Sam sighed from the other end. "OK. I'll… keep you updated on where we are.”

After a flood of profuse thank-yous and Sam's chuckles, the line finally went dead. He had given me a location amongst my gratitude and I was already slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

—

After half a day of travel, the sun was setting and I was thoroughly exhausted. Upon seeing the welcome sign that coaxed me into the small city I stretched my arms high above my head and allowed myself to slow to a steady walking pace.

Oddly enough, my heart felt heavy, like something severe was weighing on me. It was... an odd sensation that I hadn't felt in a very long time - not since my parents were still with me. Oddly enough, it was less of a weighing feeling and more of a tug. The tug itself was heavy, and it felt like it was pulling on a part of me that I didn't want to be released.

Something didn’t feel right.

I hummed and frowned slightly, my eyebrows creasing with worry. Maybe it was a mistake to come looking for the Winchesters before the pack? I had half a mind to turn back, but... I still didn't feel ready. If Sam and Dean were afraid of what I had done, how would my pack feel? They depended on the stability and different lifestyle my home provided. I kicked the occasional large stone out of my way as I traipsed down the road, headed toward whatever lay at the end of it. Hopefully a warm bed.

After another thirty minutes of walking, something I grumbled about to myself, I finally spotted dim lights behind a row of thick pine trees. My ears pricked at the sound of the engines roaring to life in the early night, something that oddly warmed my heart and made me want to prance. It wasn't long after that the stench of alcohol hit my nose.

The bar was a brick building on the edge of town, a neon sign glowing above the door and the building itself set into the corner of the block. The occasional car or motorcycle was parked out front. I smiled and brushed my hand affectionately over the front of an older motorcycle – I had always wanted to learn how to ride them. I wondered what it felt like to be on something so small, barrelling down a highway faster than I could run.

My eyes rose, scanning the line of cars until they settled on a sleek older model across the street. My eyes widened and a grin tore across my face. It was the Impala.

I whirled toward the door so fast that I nearly fell over, tripping over my own feet like a stumbling drunk. My senses dulled as the stench of alcohol hit my nose once again. The harsh smell practically threw me off my feet and made my eyes water. I couldn't place any other scent amongst the heavy, bourbon-filled air and that alone sunk anxious claws into my lungs, oxygen being stolen from them.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, grounding myself. The overwhelming scents and smells were driving my wolfish senses crazy, as they still hadn't calmed from my last escapade with the brothers. It had been weeks since I was in a room with this many people. I felt small and large at the same time. Small with worry and nerves. Large with fearsome hunger.

I rolled my shoulders and took a few more deep breaths, sifting through the heavily masked scents. My eyes flew open as a familiar scent hit my nose and I struggled to keep the rising gold color down.

Cherries.

I pushed my way through the crowd of drunkards and bikers. It was exactly the kind of scene Dean liked. Loud enough to quiet his own raging thoughts. Dark enough to dull the headache behind his eyes. Music he could get lost in, and a drink that burned just right.

"Hey," I spoke cautiously as I sat beside him and rested my forearms on the bar counter. Dean spared me a glance from the corner of his green eye and suddenly jumped. He did a double take out of shock and turned to me with wide eyes and parted lips. As suddenly as his surprise had come, it was gone and darkened with spite.

"What do you want?" he growled and took a long sip from his whiskey glass, failing to hide his frown.

I frowned, my brows knitted with frustration. I could already tell this wasn't going to be a good conversation. "I came to apologize."

Dean scoffed and tightened his grip on his glass. "Apologize for what? Abandoning us without a word?" he exhaled and glared at me. "That's not something I'll accept an apology for, sweetheart." I bristled. Although most of his nicknames were endearing, this one was spat out like it burned him.

"I had my reasons, Dean. You know I wouldn't leave without a good one-"

"Do I know that?" he snarled, spinning his stool to face me. "Cause it seems like you don't give a damn about Sam or me, or how we felt." I winced and opened my mouth to speak. He shushed me with a raised finger. "So what's your excuse? You got tired of us holding you back from going apeshit?"

Ow. I glowered at him. "You know I would never do that."

"Yeah? You seemed pretty content when you had your teeth sunk into Jared Bender's heart." I winced again, my glare cracking. "You didn't even know his name, did you?"

"He was trying to kill Sam," I growled, trying to justify my actions. "You would have done the same."

"Damn right I would have killed him. I would have shot his ass dead, would’ve been dead before he hit the dirt. But I certainly wouldn't have torn him apart and strung his organs around the room!" he growled between his teeth. He tried to keep his voice low, despite the uninterested roar of the bar occupants.

I balled my fists in my lap and glared at him as he twisted to face me. His jaw was set sternly, lips pressed into a thin line. It was the same look he gave Sam when the two argued. “You’re a hypocrite.” My tone caused my words to lose their bite.

"I'm a hypocrite? You fucking killed and nearly ate a man, and now you're trying to justify it to me!" he snapped, one corner of his mouth drawn up in a sneer. "You left Sam and me without a word! And now you're crawling back here to apologize and call me a hypocrite?"

My blood was boiling and once more my senses were raging. I couldn't quite grasp it, but it almost felt like a separation inside me, one side longing to beg for forgiveness and the other itching to sink its fangs into Dean's neck. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, struggling to ground myself again.

Maybe a few months as friends wasn’t enough to convince him I wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe he should’ve aimed for the head when we first met.

Without missing a beat I snapped back at him. "Quit acting like a girl whose prom date stood her up. I had my reasons and if you'll shut up for a few minutes, I'll tell you what was going through my head," I exhaled shakily and glared, steeling myself for his own reproachful response. "I left to protect you, to protect Sam, and to protect everyone around you. I wasn't stable – you know that, you saw it. So stop talking like a self-righteous prick."

Despite the quick tongue-lashing, I still didn't feel better. I hadn't said half of what I wanted to. If I could have given Dean a glimpse inside my thoughts, I would have in a heartbeat.

His frown remained stalwart on his features, furrowed brows unyielding. His viridescent eyes surveyed my own with contempt and barely contained anger, an emotion I mirrored. Eventually, his gaze reluctantly dropped back to the beer I had passed him, which he took a swig of. I felt a small victory until he spoke up.

"Get out," he grumbled.

"What?" I demanded with equal, if not more, frustration.

"Get out," he ordered more firmly this time with rage coating his words. I blinked in confusion – not just at his harsh words, but at the gripping pain in my chest and the harsh scratching, I felt in the back of my mind, like something fighting to escape. It struck me that Dean was really, truly angry with me for leaving, despite my reasoning – and from what I knew of him, he wasn't just going to forgive and forget.

He swore under his breath and whipped his head toward me, eyes raging with rage and, to my amazement, pain. "Are you deaf?" he snarled lowly, "I don't want to hear your excuses. Fuck off." He gripped his beer tightly and guzzled it then slammed it onto the counter.

Wrath hit me like a semi-truck, and that familiar clawing sensation I kept hidden in the back of my thoughts lunged forward. Those nagging thoughts took the form of my wolf, black fur ruffled and fangs bared in anger.

Whatever wolfish instincts I had let escape were now clawing to take control. For the first time in a long time, I felt like two beings at once. As I had surmised earlier, I had the very human side that wanted nothing more than to avoid conflict, that just wanted to apologize to Dean and work things out. But my monster side...

I gulped and glared viciously at Dean.

I felt a rumble low in my chest, a familiar rumble that I had last felt with my father. My wolf wanted me to tear into Dean, a human that we had somehow bound to our pack. Now this pup was blatantly challenging me, as she put it. She snarled at him and I resisted the urge to follow suit.

She was pacing in my mind, stalking back and forth, her molten eyes fixated on Dean. My own eyes faded to match the warm gold of hers, whiskey-colored in the faded glow of the bar lights.

I hadn't even realized just how much I was shaking. My wolf wanted out, wanted to shred him for his disloyalty. It was an odd feeling to be separated from a piece of myself, although the more I focused on her, the more I realized that we had been separated for a long time. For years, I lacked the fluid mobility between myself and my instinct, not the mobility that I once had. I hadn't had it since I was fifteen. It felt like I was holding back a tidal wave of torrential emotions, a painful instinct that wanted me to embrace the monster I was and chow on some hearts. Not Dean though. She wanted him back in his place as my... pack member? Was that what she- I viewed him as?

Dean swore again, finally breaking eye contact. He reached for his beer with a shaky hand and took another final swig before wiping his mouth and standing. "Fuck this," he grumbled, "I'm out."

He hadn't even made it three steps before something in me snapped and I snarled. "Sit your ass down before I sink my teeth into you and drag you back."

Dean whirled on me, chest heaving with fury. I turned my blazing golden eyes on him, slowly, with my mouth set into a firm line and eyebrows slightly drawn together. It struck me that this was the same look my mother had given my father when she was pissed as all hell, a look that clearly said he needed to shut up if he wanted to keep his testicles intact.

Like my father, Dean responded with a slack jaw, opening and closing his mouth in surprise and confusion. His resolve, although still strong, was withering.

I nodded toward his vacated stool. He sat and shot me an angry glance, trying (and failing) to mask his nerves.

I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves. I stretched my fingers, feeling my joints pop after being balled into tight fists for god know how long. With a sigh, I locked eyes with Dean once more, his narrowed and wary.

"You know full well I had to leave, Dean." I snapped. "If I hadn't left, I guarantee you would have eventually sent me home, thinking my pack could help. Don't act pissy with me for doing what I felt was right."

Dean glowered and his nostrils flared. "Having a reason doesn't change that fact that you left without a word-"

"- If I had told you I was leaving, would you have asked me to stay?"

"Of course, I would have!" he hissed and leaned forward. "Whether you like it or not, you're part of this family now. I'm not going to just let my family walk out on me like that."

"That's the problem, Dean!" I argued. "I know that, if you had asked, I would have stayed! Sam wouldn't have asked, he would accept my decision and move past it, because he’s made that decision before for himself! You though, you would have gotten so caught up in your familial ideas that I wouldn't have been able to leave!"

"What's so wrong about staying with us!? About staying with me!?" he shouted back, a snarl set on his features. My eyes widened and he followed suit, realizing just what he had said.

"Dean, I had to leave," I uttered quietly. "For the second time in my life, I royally fucked up. I needed- need to get back on the same page. You know that feeling better than most."

"Why are you risking it?" he grumbled. I smiled weakly.

"Because you're my family too, Dean. Whether you like it or not, you're part of my pack now. You're family," I answered quietly. His own eyes softened. "Are you still mad at me?" I inquired with a nervous smile.

"Hell yeah, I'm still mad," he grunted. "But yeah... I get it. Wish I didn't, it would make staying mad at you a hell of a lot easier."

My nervous smile grew to a true grin, the gold fading from my eyes. My wolf scoffed and sat back on her haunches, melting into the background of my thoughts.

My human side had won yet again.

"Don't think you're off the hook," Dean huffed and stood from his stool. "You've got a lot of work to do to make it up to me, Scooby."

"Would pie be a good first step?" I teased, standing up with him.

His expression softened slightly. The harsh lines of his scowl faded and the corners of his mouth dipped down in a frown. His brows pinched inward, hiding slight surprise. “It’s a start.”

—

Unlike his brother, Sam was happy to see me. I practically threw myself at him when I saw him in the motel room. Dean sulked and ate his pie while Sam and I caught up, discussing hunts and my own journey.

"Wait, so what do you mean you can't change shape?" Sam said, raising a forkful of pie to his mouth. "Isn't that, like, literally part of being... you?"

"Kind of," I uttered through my own forkful. "It's a mental barrier. Sometimes I can get it… close, sometimes I can't. The times that I can take multiple tries and usually it's kind of painful. Hurts my joints."

"What kind of mental barrier? Like a trauma barrier or you just don't want to?"

I huffed and reached for another bite of my slice. "I don't know. It's... it's like my mind knows I won't always be able to control what I do in that form. It's like a piece of me is trying to keep that instinctive part of me tied down."

I heard a snort from behind me and spun to face Dean, who was sitting at a little table under the window next to the door. "Why're you talking like it's two separate people? It's still you, right?"

I exhaled softly, choosing my words carefully when I spoke up. "Yeah, it's still me, but it's a side of me that I'm not very... in touch with. I haven't been in a long time."

"So your wolf is that instinctive part of you that you're keeping 'tied down'?" Sam inquired. I nodded.

"I think so. And she's been a lot rowdier since Minnesota. Over the years I've just... made a habit of keeping her chained down so that I don't have any screw-ups."

"And yet," snapped Dean, "you still didn't have a strong enough grip on her." He shoved a large bite of pie into his mouth and chewed, his jaw tensing. I practically wilted and stared down at my feet that were stretched out in front of me. His opinion on the matter had changed so drastically since before I left.

"Dean!" Sam hissed. "I know you're pissed, but you don't need to be an ass-"

"It's fine, Sam," I uttered. "He's not wrong." I huffed and brushed a hair out of my face. "I know it's not an excuse but... when my pack is involved, I just lose control. I'm going to keep working on it," I sighed. "I've never had a pack before – never wanted one – so, it's all so new to me. And now I have to worry about six skinwalkers and two humans that have somehow wormed their way into my family-" Dean winced. "- I've got to worry about my self-control and make sure I don't kill anyone, I have to figure out these damn whispers, and-"

"Hold up," said Sam, throwing up a halting hand. "What whispers?"

I paled. I hadn't meant to let that slip out. I didn't want the brothers to worry about whatever weird-ass whispers I had been hearing - I knew that they'd get fixated on figuring it out and potentially killing whatever it was. They didn't have the time or resources to help me with that -- hell, I didn't even know if it was actually a living thing talking to me. For all I knew, some celestial entity was trying to give me advice. At worst, I was going nuts.

"I- uh," I stuttered over my words. I jumped as Dean stood, tossing his paper plate in a trash can and sitting on the bed beside Sam. I refused to turn to him and continued staring at my feet and my place on the floor. "I've just been hearing these weird whispers. It's nothing too crazy-"

"Whispers are pretty frickin’ crazy,” Dean remarked firmly. I frowned. "Keep talking."

"There's not much to tell, Dean," I snapped, twisting to face him with a scowl. "I just hear this whisper. When I try to follow it, it... it shows me things."

"It shows you things?" Sam asked, wrinkling his nose in confusion.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Like, I was chasing it when I met Marcus and Caeden. I just... followed the whisper and it led me to them. And with Calliope, it was... it wasn't whispering. It was screaming, frantic. It made me frantic. It knew she was in danger and it took me to her."

Dean swore under his breath. "How long have you been hearing these things? What are they saying to you?"

I scrunched my brows in thought. "It's been about three months I think? Maybe a little more?" Dean scoffed.

"And you're only telling us about this now?"

"Well, what was I supposed to say!?" I snarled back. "'Oh hey Dean, just wanted to let you know that I might be going a bit crazy, cause this voice I know literally nothing about it talking to me'!?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "That is exactly what you tell us! And then we help you figure out whatever the hell it is and maybe kill it!"

I huffed and turned away from him, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't think it needs to be killed."

"What?" Dean growled and leaned forward, "What if it leads you into danger huh? What if it drags you into something you can't handle!?"

I whipped around to glare at him. "Would you even care, Dean? Last I checked, you didn't want me around anyway."

"Guys," Sam silenced us with a warning tone, snapping out of his deep thoughts. "Quit going at each other's throats, it's pointless."

"She wouldn't go for the throat, Sammy," Dean growled, balling his hands into fists, "She'd go for the heart."

"If you don't shut the hell up I will beat the shit out of you," I hissed back.

"I'd like to see you try," he snapped back.

"Would you two just shut up!" Sam snapped and glared at the both of us like he was ready to maim. "We've got bigger problems than you dumbasses not getting along." Dean and I fell silent, dropping our harsh gazes from one another and onto the floor. I could practically feel Dean's blood boiling - he was seething. I was too. I hated the way he was talking to me, treating me. Sam placed his hands on his face, dragging them down languorously, and sighed out of frustration. I perked up as he said my name. "What are the whispers saying to you?"

I hummed in thought. "Things like 'come', mostly," Dean snorted and I glared at him. "Last time it said 'see' and 'go'. Pretty much as soon as I realized something was wrong it changed what it was saying."

"Is it always only one word?"

"Yeah, one word at a time. Usually, there's a long pause and then it says something else. Last time... last time it was screaming so loud that it felt like it was clawing inside my skull," I mused for a second, mulling it over. "Pretty much every other time it's been like an existential thing like I was chasing someone just ahead of me. That time it felt like it was... pushing me, almost. Like it was urging me forward instead of urging me to chase."

Sam ruminated for a few moments, looking puzzled. Finally, he turned to Dean and muttered, "What do you think? Have you seen anything like that in dad's journal?"

Dean shook his head and fiddled with the odd-looking charm hanging around his neck. "No, I haven't. Honestly, sounds like a possession of some sort," his words faded into deep thought. His eyes rose to meet mine. "Can skinwalkers even get possessed?"

"Not that I know of. To my knowledge, you have to have a soul to get possessed."

Sam's eyes widened and he leaned forward with interest. "You don't have a soul?"

I shook my head. "Don’t think so. My dad told me it's why we don't go to heaven or hell when we die."

Dean quirked a brow. "Then where do you go? And how did he know?"

I shrugged. "For all I know there's nothing after death for monsters. It's just... over..." my shoulders slumped. I had always hoped that my father was wrong, that maybe there was something, anything after death. I didn't want it to just be over.

"Well, if it's not possession," Dean grumbled and leaned back on his hands, "maybe it's a demon?"

"Dean, why would a demon be talking to her?" Sam countered. "It's not like she can sell her soul."

I frowned. "What if it's not anything bad? What if it's, like, her? Instinct? Maybe I just subconsciously know when something is wrong with the pack?"

"No," Sam stated. "It can't be that. You said it led you to Marcus and Caeden? They weren't part of your pack at the time. Unless your instinct latches on to potential pack members nearby, I don't think that's it."

“Well if it were that, it would have led me to Sasha, Booth, and Andrew long before you guys rolled into town.”

“Unless they were the catalyst that sent your… pack honing abilities into overdrive?” Dean offered.

"Whatever the reason is for it talking to me-" I started, referring back to Sam's previous statement, "- as long as the thing stays out of my way, I don't care what it says or leads me to."

Sam chuckled. "Fair enough. We can figure out our game plan for dealing with this thing later." The younger brother yawned, covering his mouth with his hand.

"We?" I questioned teasingly. "I don't remember agreeing to that."

Dean huffed and stood from Sam's bed and marched toward his own. He flopped onto the bed, landing on his back and locking his eyes with the ceiling. "Damn right this is a 'we' operation. No way in hell are we letting you figure this out on your own."

I chuckled dryly. “Doesn’t sound like you’re mad at me anymore.”

He scoffed. "Sure, soon we'll be frolicking in a meadow full of flowers together."

Sam chuckled with me as he rummaged through his bag, hunting for a toothbrush within it and setting out a set of clothes for the following day. "Alright, you two," he said, "we've got a hunt tomorrow, so enough talking."

I quirked a brow, my grin falling away. "We've got a hunt?"

Sam nodded and hummed in response. "Murder in Chicago."

I barked out a laugh. "Yeah, like that's uncommon for Chicago." A rustling caught my attention and I turned to see Dean rummaging through his own luggage.

Sam smirked down at his bag and turned to face me, toothbrush in hand. "This is the second one in two months. Two people found dead in their apartments, no sign of forced entry."

My brows rose in surprise. "Spirit maybe?"

Dean huffed. "We were thinking a cursed object. No way a spirit could move between houses like that." I nodded in agreement. I wasn't exactly knowledgeable on all the spiritual aspects of the supernatural world – ask me anything about certain monsters, and I could answer more than most hunters. But ghosts, psychics, witches... those were all foreign. Hell, I had only heard stories about psychics before meeting Missouri Moseley.

"We'll find out what it is soon," interjected Sam, always the mother of the group. "Just get to sleep - especially you, Dean, since you'll be driving tomorrow."

Dean grumbled something under his breath and flopped back onto his bed, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. I grinned and made my way toward a rather large armchair in the corner of the room. I dragged a cushion off the chair and motioned for Sam to toss me a pillow. To my delight, he tossed two and a heavy blanket that had been folded and lain across the end of the bed.

After putting together my relatively comfortable nest, Sam turned out the light and the sound of peaceful snores filled the room.

—

The Impala rolled to a halt on the side of the packed road and Dean expertly parked against the curb. Sam sighed and ruffled his hair, scanning the newspaper seated in his lap.

I leaned forward and gazed out the front window at the apartment building before us. The room was somewhere on the third floor. I fiddled with the hem of my costume and followed the brothers out of the car, my eyes following Dean as he moved toward the trunk and withdrew a toolbox. He had hardly said anything to me since the night I got back. The most he would do is give me the necessary information for the case or give me a clipped answer to a question.

I missed bantering with him. I didn't like this odd silent treatment I was receiving from him. It put me in a bad mood every time he gave me a brief answer or even none at all. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him to get over himself and just forgive me already.

"You know," Dean started as he paced down the sidewalk toward where Sam and I were standing, "I've gotta say, dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." He grinned and swung his toolbox lazily at his side. "What was that play you did?" he asked Sam, a smirk dawning on his features. He stumbled for a moment, struggling to remember the name. "What was it - ‘Our Town’? Yeah, you were good, it was cute."

Sam scoffed and a blush tinged his ears and cheeks. I chuckled, punching him teasingly in the shoulder. "You never told me you were in a play, Sam."

He chuckled nervously and turned his head to me. "It was a long time ago, and I really didn't have a big part. I was a background character."

"Main character in my heart," Dean teased. Sam rolled his eyes.

"But honestly, Dean. This getup helps us look the part. Do you want to pull this off or not?" Sam quickly changed the subject.

"I'm just saying, these outfits cost hard-earned money."

"Whose?" I countered and glared teasingly.

"Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?"

It didn't take us long to reach the third floor and the door of the victim. The landlady grumbled and fumbled with the keys before pushing the white door open to let us in.

"Thanks for letting us look around," Sam said to her politely. Dean and I paced around the hallway, him fumbling with the alarm system while I checked for any signs of forced entry on the door.

"Well, the police said they were done with the place, so..." she trailed off and sauntered into the room with Sam close behind. I shut the door and quirked an eyebrow at the severed chain lock. I caught Dean's attention and nodded toward it, holding the two ends of the golden chain delicately. Dean frowned and turned to follow the landlady and his brother. "You said you're with the alarm company, right?" the older woman asked and spun to face the brothers.

"That's right," answered Dean, flashing his most sincere smile. It looked more like a grimace, in all honesty. He really wasn't that good at the acting part of this job.

The woman huffed wearily in response. "Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." I choked down laughter and covered my mouth with a hand. She leaned around the boys to cast me a sly grin.

Dean cleared his throat and flashed his own tentative grin. "Well, that's why we're here. To make sure it never happens again." The woman nodded and stepped aside to allow us to peruse the apartment.

"You found the body, right?" I asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She nodded and swallowed dryly. "Were there any signs of a forced entry?"

"Any windows open?" Sam asked. "Was the alarm still active?"

"Windows were locked, front door was bolted. We had to cut the chain to get in here," she grouched in response. Dean frowned – that chain was the only lead we had. We were back to square one.

"Did you find her right after it happened?" Dean asked, referencing the girl who had been killed. The landlady shook her head.

"No, a few days later. Her work called and said they hadn't seen her in a while. I knocked on her door. That's when I noticed... the smell," she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the memory.

"And what condition was she in?" Dean pressed. The landlady huffed and glared at him.

"Meredith was all over the place, in pieces. I tell you, the guy who did it must have been a whack job. If I didn't know any better, I would have said it was an animal attack." The brothers looked first at each other and then Sam's eyes met mine. My brows furrowed. What could possibly have shredded her like that?

Sam's eyes flitted toward the woman. "Ma'am, do you mind if we take some time and give this place a once over?"

The landlady shrugged in response. "Go right ahead, knock yourself out." My eyes followed her as she walked out of the apartment, waiting for the door to latch before giving the go-ahead to speak.

"So a killer walks in and out of the apartment, no weapons, no prints, nothing..." Dean grumbled, trailing off as he rifled through his toolbox. I hummed quietly in response.

"There's got to be a trace of something here, some sort of clue. There's no way something could have killed her and not left a trail," I said, tracing a few fingers lazily over the large spots of blood.

"I'm telling you, the minute I saw the article I knew this was our kind of gig," Sam said, inspecting the windows. He jumped when Dean's EMF meter went off.

"I think I agree with you," Dean answered as he held up the box to show off the number of lights indicating supernatural presence.

"Did you ever talk to the cops yesterday?" I asked him.

Dean nodded and stood from his crouch position on the once white carpet. "Oh, yeah," he said, smirking. "I talked to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law." I rolled my eyes.

"What'd you find out?" Sam pressed. I flashed him a quick glare which he looked rather confused by.

"Well, she's a Sagittarius, loves tequila - I mean, wow," Dean sighed almost wistfully, "Oh! And she's got this little tattoo-"

"Jesus, Dean!" I snapped. "Not about your hook-up, about the case!"

Dean grumbled something I didn't catch. I glared at the back of his head, almost wishing I could bore holes into it. "Nothing we don't already know," he carped. "Except for one thing they're keeping out of the papers."

"Enough with the suspense, Dean," I said. At this point, I just wanted this case to be over. I already was not a fan of Chicago.

"You're no fun," he sighed. "Meredith's heart was missing."

Sam and I both jumped to attention, whirling on Dean with twin, wide-eyed stares.

"Her heart? What do you think did it to her?" Sam inquired.

"Landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe a werewolf?"

I barked out a laugh. "No way it was a werewolf. Moon cycle isn't right, and even if it was, I'd smell it. They reek, like the worst combination of rotten meat and cigarettes." I scrunched my nose at the thought. "My money's on a spirit. If it was a monster, I guarantee they would have left some trace other than blood."

"Yeah..." Dean mused thoughtfully. His eyes scanned the patches of blood, drawing a pattern in his mind. "Sammy, see if you can find a roll of tape."

Sam dug through his brother's toolbox as I went to stand beside Dean. "Notice something?"

"Maybe," he offered, holding his hands up to catch the roll of tape Sam had tossed his way. "We'll see in just a minute."

Dean got to work, connecting the patches of blood in a pattern I had never seen before. Hell, I wouldn't have even thought it would make a pattern like that. I chuckled morbidly, thinking that whatever killed Meredith must have been some sort of abstract artist - first the body, now the blood.

Dean stood and surveyed his work, crossing his arms. Sam moved to stand beside him, a puzzled look on his features.

"You ever seen a symbol like that?" Sam inquired, eyes following the sharp corners of the z-like symbol.

"Never," Dean responded curtly.

"Me neither."

—

"He could at least be helping us, Sam," I grumbled, flipping through the worn pages of their father's journal. "Instead of off doing- whatever it is with that poor bartender."

Sam snickered. "He is helping. Meredith worked here, so the bartenders are bound to know her."

"There's a distinct difference between helping us with the case and flirting with some painted bimbo, who we all know he is never going to call," I muttered, resting my chin in the palm of my hand as my eyes lazily scanned the page.

Sam opened his mouth to retort and quickly shut it, seeing Dean make his way back over. My gaze moved quickly toward him and fell right back to the paper. Honestly, the journal was a hell of a lot more interesting than anything Dean had to say.

John was incredibly thorough – he rivaled my uncle, who had always been compulsive and meticulous about his case notes. The journal might look like a mess of pages and hastily scrawled notations, but to me, it showed his dedication.

I flipped another page slowly, tuning out the brothers' conversation. My finger dragged along each line of writing with my eye following closely behind. My eyes fell on a string of numbers and my finger stopped its movement. I exhaled shakily.

I knew those numbers.

"Hey, Sam!" Dean called out, a tight grip on his beer. "Where are you going?"

I lifted my head, staring with a glazed look after Sam as he marched away from the table. Dean turned his confused eyes on me before standing and following his brother.

I looked back at the page, my finger running haphazardly over the string of digits. Why would John have his number..? I tightened my jaw and marked the page so I could find it later and shut the little book, tucking it under my arm and following the brothers. My eyes widened as I noticed Sam talking to a blonde girl, giving her a tense hug. My ears tuned in to their conversation as I stalked up behind Dean.

"Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while," the girl said, fluttering her lashes at Sam. I took a deep breath, ready to interject, and coughed, gagging on air. God, this girl was drenched in perfume, it was blocking all of my other senses.

Dean cleared his throat and patted me lightly on the back. I brushed his hand away and took shallow breaths.

"You're from Chicago?" Sam asked.

"No, Massachusetts – Andover," the girl said with a giggle. "Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?"

"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again." Although his back was turned to me, I could tell he was puzzled. It must have been written all over his features.

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong..." she trailed off and gazed up at Sam from under her lashes. I rolled my eyes. Dean cleared his throat and the girl's eyes snapped to his, a disgusted glare rising on her features. "Dude, cover your mouth."

Dean looked shocked and I suppressed a laugh, for fear of inhaling more of her sharp perfume. God, the girl must have bathed in the stuff. Did the boys really not smell it?

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean," Sam said, scratching the back of his head. The girl, Meg, looked surprised.

"Oh! This is Dean?" she confirmed. Sam nodded and Dean smirked at her.

"So you've heard of me," Dean mused, attempting to be smooth. Now it was Meg's turn to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, I've heard of you," she snapped. "Real nice, how you treat your brother like luggage." Dean’s eyes widened and I stared at Meg in shock. When did Sam even have time to meet this girl without Dean knowing? "Why don't you let him do what he wants?" she continued, spite lacing her words. "Quit dragging him all over God's green earth-"

Sam held up his hands in a silent plea to make her stop. "Meg, it's fine, really, we're fine." The three of them stood there awkwardly, Meg surveying the two, glaring at Dean with contempt and at Sam with an almost overprotective gaze. Her eyes skirted over me, likely because I hadn't been introduced.

I cleared my throat. "I'm, uh- I'm going to get a drink. You want to come with me, Dean?"

"Yeah- yeah," he said, already moving toward the bar. I flashed a sheepish grin toward Sam and Meg, waving goodbye and running to catch up with the elder Winchester. "Damn, that was awkward."

I sat on one of the bar stools, placing John's journal on the counter and running a finger over the spine. "So... when did she and Sam first meet."

Dean scoffed. "Probably after our first real hunt with you, in Kansas. He and I got into a spat and he left for a few days."

I glared at him, clenching my fist and resting it on the counter. "And you didn't think to tell me?"

"Well, we weren't exactly super close then. It was kind of a family matter, not something for you to stick your snout into."

"You are family, Dean," I hissed. "I have a right to know when these things happen."

He frowned and rested his hands on his lap. We sat in silence for a few minutes, long enough for Dean to get another beer from the bartender and have about a third of it.

"Listen, I-" he started. I cut him off, flipping open his father's journal to my marked page.

"Dean, I found something in the journal earlier, when you first came back to the table." He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something and shut it when I cast him a warning glare. Whatever he wanted to say, I really wasn't in the mood for it. He looked toward his lap bashfully and then his eyes rose to face mine, his jaw tightening.

"Anything relevant to the case?" he asked.

"No," I answered quickly. "But look at this," I slid the journal toward him, highlighting the phone number at the bottom of the page. His eyes flickered toward mine and he raised a brow in confusion. "I recognize this number, Dean. It's-"

"Hey!" called Sam, sauntering back toward us with his cell phone in hand. "You guys ready to head out."

Dean turned to face me, a promise being held in his green eyes. "We'll get back to this later." He stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and following Sam toward the door.

I groaned and dropped my head dramatically on the open journal. "Sure we will..." I muttered to myself. I stood, slamming the journal shut a little more roughly than I intended, and followed the brothers out the door.

"No, man, I mean like our kind of strange," I heard Sam say as I rushed to catch up with the brothers. "Like, maybe even a lead."

"What makes you say that?" Dean probed, sparing me a glance as I jogged up to him.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?"

Oh. They were still talking about her.

"I don't know," Dean said with a dramatic sigh. "Random coincidence? It happens."

"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong-"

"Dean," I interrupted Sam. "I think maybe Sam's right. There's something off about her. I mean, did you not smell the buckets of perfume on her? Had me gagging within ten feet of her."

"Perfume doesn't make someone a murder suspect," Dean countered.

"It does if it causes me to choke and die."

"Well, then it's a good thing you're not dead, right?"

"-I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on," Sam added to his unfinished sentence.

"I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" he chuckled and nudged Sam with his shoulder. "Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?"

Sam rolled his eyes as we stopped on the side of the road, waiting for the go-ahead to walk. "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor." Sam marched away from Dean and I before his brother could protest.

"What are you going to do?" Dean asked as he ran to catch up.

"I'm going to watch Meg."

Dean laughed and clapped Sam on the back. "Yeah, you are!"

Sam grimaced and shrugged Dean's hand off his shoulder. "I just want to see what's what. Better safe than sorry."

The two bickered, Dean teasing Sam, and Sam arguing. I stopped on the sidewalk, watching the brothers make their way toward the Impala, Sam fishing the keys out of his pocket.

I glanced down at the heavy, leather-bound journal in my hands. Something about this case didn't add up. First the weird symbol, and now Meg showing up? Something was wrong, I could feel it. She was hiding something.

Dean called my name from his spot beside the passenger door and I perked up immediately. "You coming or not?"

I nodded and shoved the journal under my arm and crossed the street to where the boys were waiting.

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